Tag: best friend

ministryofsluts:

You’ve accepted it, now show your friends what it means to be a woman

I had always been really disgusted with girls who let their boyfriends walk all over them. 

“Men are trash! Girls deserve better. Don’t let any man tell you what to do or wear, ever!” 

I was berating my friend Rina after she told me her boyfriend didn’t want her going out in her sexy zero-suit Samus outfit. She acted sheepish but also very annoyed. 

“Not all of us can be stone-cold ice queens, Ali! And I know it seems dumb to you, but it can be nice to have a guy who cares enough to be protective of you. I don’t always like it, but usually when he tells me what to do, I just feel warm, knowing he loves me. And it can be a relief to not always have to fight…to not always have to think.”

“Not think!?” I was furious. “You better think or men will enslave you and call it kindness.”

Weeks later, I was in a sexy dress, waiting for a blind date Rina had set up. I know, I know. But she hadn’t spoken to me for a long time and had practically begged me to go out with this guy, Rahm. She said he was exactly what I needed. I had been lonely…not to mention sex starved. I agreed. Rina got the biggest grin on her face – almost maniacal, really – and hugged me. So here I was, wearing the skimpy halter dress she had foisted on me. It slit open at the center of my chest so I couldn’t even wear a bra! I’d tried to refuse but she’d already told him I’d be wearing it so he could recognize me. Bluh. I wanted to run away from the restaurant. This was dumb. Besides, he was 10 minutes late! What a jerk!

Five more minutes later…

“Ali. You waited. Good.”

Really? Not even an apology?! Rahm was cute, at least. Nice clothes, too. No fashion-challenged slob here, unlike most men. I decided to give him one more chance.

When the waitress came back Rahm ordered first. Steak, rare. Then he ordered salmon and salad for me. LOL. What kind of moron alpha male trick was this?

“Thanks, but I’ll take the swiss burger with fries, actually.”

He gave the waitress a meaningful look She scurried away. Weird. But we chatted for a while and it was pleasant. He didn’t ask me much about myself but at least he was an interesting guy. Intelligent, too. I was a little impressed. 

The room was so cold, though. I wondered how obvious my erect nipple were under the thin fabric of Rina’s dress. This thought sent a thrill through my body that did nothing to help the situation.

Then our food came. Steak…and salmon.

“This isn’t what I ordered!”

“Oh, um, but the gentleman. I mean, should I-”

“It’s fine, darling. Don’t fret your pretty little head. We don’t want to waste this good food. Isn’t that right, Ali?”

I couldn’t really argue with that. I hated it but he made sense; I despised all the food waste in the US. “Yes, I’m sorry, it looks very good.” The nervous waitress left us alone.

“No need to distress the help, Ali. Besides, you’ll like the salmon. I wouldn’t have ordered it for you if it wasn’t good.”

I guess that made sense, too. I never ate fish and assumed I didn’t like it, but shouldn’t I at least give it a chance? How did Rahm keep saying and doing so many things I disapproved of while I just kept conceding? My brain felt…fogged, around him, warm. I started eating the salmon. It was…actually really good. And I felt so much better and more energized eating a side salad instead of a ton of fries, which always left me feeling heavy and sluggish. I hated to admit it, but-

“Thank you for making me try this. I never would have given it a chance if you hadn’t been so forceful.”

“Of course. I find a forceful hand is best when guiding errant girls.”

“Ha!” I laughed aloud. Why did I feel so good? Why did I find Rahm so funny? Sure, he was smart and attractive and charming, but wasn’t something off?

I never open my legs for a guy on the first date! I told Rahm that as I stood in his bedroom, passively letting him turn me around, untie the strap of my dress, pull the fabric down, expose my breasts…

“I would never dream of asking you to compromise your principles. Ali. But I do need to get that dress back. Rina made me swear to reclaim it as soon as possible. She’d be very cross if I failed to do so.”

“But!” I gasped as Rahm slid the dress down my legs, leaving me in just black lace panties and heels. I didn’t even try to cover myself with my arms. It seemed wrong to hide what this man had uncovered. “W-what will I wear home?”

“Rina is coming for the dress in the morning. I’ll ask her to bring you a change of clothes, too. Do you mind waiting?”

“N-no, I guess that’s fine.” I stuttered, looking down and away. What else could I do, get in an Uber naked? Not that the thought wasn’t a little thrilling… What the hell was my deal tonight?! Also, I, found myself not wanting to leave Rahm’s apartment at all…

“Good. Now get down on your knees. You can keep your legs together, don’t worry. You need to learn how to give me a blow job before I consider fucking you, anyway. Got it?”

“Yes.” I replied, lowering to my knees instinctively. 

“Yes, what?”

“Yes…sir.”

“Good girl.”

The next morning Rahm made me answer the door when Rina knocked. I still had my panties on, but that was it besides my mussed hair and the dried cum on my face (and on my chest, I suddenly remembered with a twinge). I was mortified but I also found I couldn’t disobey this man. Rina smirked evilly while handing me the change of clothes and taking her dress back.

“Well, well, not the high and mighty ice queen anymore, are we? I set you up on one date with the most dominant, misogynistic man I knew and here you are just hours later.” She reached out her right hand and caressed my cheek. Feeling the crusted cum, she retracted her fingers and sniffed them, smiling. “I see Rahm was able to train you just as he said he would. I must admit I wasn’t sure even he could make you bow so quickly. You know they call him the Feminist Breaker? Quite a track record. I shouldn’t have doubted he’d draw out the submissive slut in you.” Rina rested her fingers on my cheek again and slid them down my neck, to my chest, over the curve of a breast and finally pausing to casually play with my hardening nipple. “Welcome to the club. Now I must get back to my man. He has no idea the sort of ‘help’ you needed. I think you should probably go and attend to your man as well, don’t you?” I nodded, dumbly. “Good girl.”

I saw Rahm often over the next several months. After a few weeks of blow jobs and hand jobs, he even let me open my legs for him. After I begged him for it, that is. 

He also told me if I was good I could eventually help him train other girls to be his fuck toys. I liked that idea a lot. I was so much happier after learning my place: beneath dominant men. I wanted to share my revelation. 

So imagine my joy when he told me I’d get to help him break my old friend Rina and defile her until her jealous boyfriend didn’t want her anymore?

It was such a hot plan. you’d been gunning for your friend’s wife for so long. When he suggested a wife swap for a night, you jumped on it immediately. Sadly his wife didn’t do the same when you got back to her bedroom. She looked skeptical. By the time she got it fully erect, she started laughing. It really hurt when she pulled out her phone. Was she going to take shame pictures? This was a nightmare. Wait, no, it was a nightmare when you realized she had facetimed your wife, who was in the middle of sucking off your best friend, in your marital bed. She picked up without letting his, apparently huge, cock out of her mouth. 

“Bitch! I got screwed on this deal! And not in a good way.”

Your wife took a break, jerking him in one hand. “Sorry, baby, but you see what I have to deal with there. I couldn’t let this offer pass me by after the stories you told. But, like, why don’t you just come over? I doubt your husband would mind a second, would you?”

Off to the side: “Hell no!”

“Mmm, that’s more like it. But what do we do with small wonder over here?”

“Leave him. But keep the connection open. I want him to watch.”

“Naughty! Okay, cuck, don’t cum on my phone. If you do, you never get to watch again. Got it?”

Your bride wanted to show deference to the best man, your good friend, so she agreed to his confusing request to have her open the gift in private. She even went along when he insisted she be blindfolded. The gag worried her but he didn’t give her time to complain. She blushed so deeply as he stripped off her dress. When he stole your wedding night consummation, she just went wild with desire. It was all so sudden, so wrong, so hot. He really was the best man, she thought, deliriously.

friendzoned-cuckold:

Every beta should have a friend with big dick

This is the whole point about being boastful around your male friends. Make a big to-do about your giant cock and how your girlfriend loves it until your friends get fed up and ask to compare. Then be humiliated as they laugh at your pointless penis and tell you how much they pity your girlfriend. How she needs a real man to show her what sex should be like. 

Then the next time your girlfriend sighs forlornly after sex, fingering herself, and asks you if you can’t find a big cock for her, you’ll know exactly who to call. Crying a little, you’ll ask your good friend to do you a ‘solid’ and fuck your girlfriend before she leaves you. 

We lined up for the ferris wheel and my friend started getting all jittery. 

“What, do you have to pee, dude?” I asked. 

“Don’t be an ass!” my girlfriend yelled, hitting my arm. “Maybe he’s afraid of heights.”

My friend just nodded, looking at the ground.

“Shhh, baby, no worries, I’ll ride with you.” She cooed, stroking his arm.

“What?!”

“Shut it! You’ve been a bad friend. It should have been you offering comfort. Now watch me close and learn how to do some goddamn emotional labor for once.”

————

Apparently “emotional labor” involved getting naked and straddling my best friend’s lap. I slammed on the glass and yelled but they didn’t seem to hear. When the wheel didn’t move, I shamefully took out my cock and started wanking to the show.

The best friend had hated you pretty openly from the start. Your girlfriend was devastated and finally arranged to get you two to hang out. “You’ll like each other once you just give it a chance,” she’d said.

Her best friend had spent the whole time being alternately sulky and snarky. Eventually you were at a bar and she just laid into you. You’d never be good enough for her friend, you’d always be a loser, and she should just fuck a real man and get you out of her system. You, meanwhile, were getting very hard. If she went on you just might cum right there without any physical stimulation.

“Oh my god! Are you fucking aroused by this?! What are you some sort of sick pervert?”

You just nodded meekly. She laughed uproariously. The BF browbeat you until you told her all about cuckolding and your fantasies. She thought that was just perfect. She agreed to “help” you. From that day on she took your girlfriend out every chance she got, saying she needed your girlfriend’s help finding Mr Right. Of course the friend was wearing your girlfriend’s defenses down; encouraging her to dress slutty, dance with guys, flirt juuust a little. The BF sent you gleeful updates. She was sure your girlfriend would cheat on you soon and leave you. You couldn’t wait. 

slavetocaptions:

Your best friend is training your girlfriend to be his perfect slut

You’d told your best friend in confidence that your gf, the girl of your dreams, had turned out to be really hesitant and inexperienced in bed. At first the fact that she turned so many guys down made her irresistible. But after months of wooing, and being elated to finally get her, you were kinda let down. She was so hot and you loved her, but what could you do?

Your best friend decided to “help.” He sent screenshots of the convo to your girlfriend. At first she didn’t believe him. So they met up and she looked through his phone to prove it wasn’t just photoshopped. She cried a lot but your friend held her and reassured her. She could learn to be better at sex; that’s what everyone did. But she said she was too mortified, too embarrassed to ask you for tips now. She didn’t even think she could bear to have sex with you at all now, knowing how you felt. 

Your “friend” told her that he would help her gain the confidence and skills she lacked. He was good at it; he had had practice. She’d heard of his reputation, right? “Yes, they call you the ‘virgin slayer.’ I always thought it was disgusting, but now I just feel…like a silly, inadequate prude.” No worries, he told her, he’d make her far more than adequate. By the time he was done with her, she’d be the best lay her boyfriend had ever had.

—–

Months later, your girlfriend told you she was ready to have sex again after she’d taken some time off. But again it was disappointing…for her. Now you were the one who was too hesitant and inexperienced. She’d been fucking your best friend nonstop this whole time and she craved a man who knew what he wanted and took it. 

That night she cried in his arms and begged him to help her again. She loved you. “Please, teach him to fuck, too?”

And that’s how you ended up handcuffed to your bed, being fucked in the ass  by your best friend while your girlfriend gave you tips. “That’s it, legs apart. Get in a rhythm with him. Notice how he holds and guides your hips to help match his thrusts? Follow his lead. Good girl. Now feel how he reaches between your legs to give your boy-clitty some stimulation? Sometimes a girl needs the help, okay? Mmm, I can see you are feeling how nice it is. Remember that. Okay, so we’re going to keep you from cumming but I’ll remove your blindfold so you can watch him fuck me and see how a real man does it. If you’re good, I’ll remove the gag so you can learn to eat me out after he cums. Awww, are those tears of gratitude? You’re so welcome, baby, I love you too.”