Tag: best friend

uncensoredpleasure:

You were woken by the sound of something hitting the floorboards just outside your bedroom over and over. You’d left your boyfriend and your friend downstairs in the living room finishing the movie, when you’d decided to call it a night and hit the bed before they did, expecting your boyfriend to come up after a short while. As you opened the door, you found your boy on the floor, being literally throatfucked by your friend, who hadn’t even bothered to take his shorts off and had simply pulled his rock hard cock out and shoved it in your boy’s mouth. Your boyfriend was too busy trying not to choke on that piece of rock hard meat being forced down his throat to look at you, but your friend did….not that the thud of your boy’s head hitting the floor over and over stopped until he’d emptied himself as deep as he could in his mouth. He simply got up, leaving your boy gasping for air as cum ran down his lips, turned around and walked into the guest room, closing the door behind him. By the look of sheer lust on your boyfriend’s face, as he tried to compose himself and pull himself up off the floor, you knew he’d be waking him up in the morning by milking another load down his throat….

Your friend had always said he was straight. And…he probably was. He was just that devoted to humiliating you and beating you. Ever since high school you had been fierce competitors but he always seemed to win. He was a sore winner. Bragging and carrying on about how pathetic you were. He even fucked your girlfriend and told the whole school. You went to a different college, but somehow when your brought your new girlfriend home for just a weekend he managed to repeat this feat. So it wasn’t exactly to get away from him and this humiliation that you decided to explore your bisexual tendencies. But it wasn’t exactly not. Now that you were both adults you thought you could be friends again. Yet the other day he had teased you he could get your boyfriend to prefer his dick.You just laughed. …Apparently he had been serious. Now you knew your boyfriend would never look at you the same. You were a cuck now. Why did that burn of shame feel so good? 

Perhaps “let” wasn’t the right word. She had told you that your friends were ogling her. She didn’t mind, she just loves teasing you with stories about other guys hitting on her. You don’t like it, but it never goes anywhere and she seems to get a thrill from the attention. Not to mention the sex after some guy hits on her is always amazing.

You assured her that your friends would never hit on her for real. They’re loyal and respectful. She didn’t believe you. She bet you that with just a low cut top and some sustained eye contact, she could get every last one of them to make a move. You sensed danger, but your pride was at stake and you took the bet immediately. …before hearing the terms. “If you’re right, you win the satisfaction of knowing your friends are true. If I win, I let them do whatever they want.”