I’d met him at the club, something I don’t do often because I tend to party hard. I knew the minute he slipped me a mickey, because I have that finger nail polish that tells you if your drink has been drugged. Well, I wanted him, he was fucking hot, so I drank some of it. Not all, mind you, I didn’t wanna be completely out of my mind, but I did wanna be happy. By the time he got me back to his place, I was definitely in my happy place. He didn’t even make it to his room. He stripped me down right in the entry-way, and then led me over to the couch, touching and pinching all of me. He finally got me laid out on the couch, and I rolled to my side to suck his dick, but he had other plans. He lifted my leg right up, slid a couple of fingers in to make sure I was wet (I was sloppy), and then slid his dick right home. He started pumping hard and fast, and even in my drug-induced stupor, I enjoyed the fuck out of my cunt being used and abused like that. I could hear the skin slapping together, feel him ramming in and out of me, my pussy filling up with hard cock and then emptying again. Through my drug-haze, I felt an orgasm building up, and I didn’t even want to be bothered to hold it back. I just came, hard, all around him, screaming out my pleasure, only to feel him shoot deep inside of me. Damn, I love being a fucking cum slut!