Let me tell you about my friend Tilly.
Tilly has one of those very friendly, bubbly personalities. She always treats everyone like their her best friend. I was immeditely attracted to her when we first met at work conference. She was tall, long brown hair, toned body. I was crushed to learn she had a boyfriend, but she had such a warm personality, and we struck up a working friendship.
Over the next couple years, we both went through different relationships. I always wanted to ask her out when I was single, but she was always with someone, and vice versa. Still, whenever we hung out after work, I couldn’t help but pick up on signals. She’d touch my arms and shoulders a lot, put her head on shoulder sometimes when she was tired, and she was a hugger. I had a hard time telling if she was interested in me, or was just being friendly.
Fast forward to last year. She invites me to a house party at her place. This was a little out of the blue, she’d only invited me to one other party back when we first met. I was recently single at the time, so the feelings of attraction and confusion came back pretty strong, so I accepted.
When I arrived, she greeted me at the door. She was wearing a dark low cut dress. I did my best to keep my eyes focused on her face. We hugged and she showed me in. She introduced me to people, including her boyfriend. I met up with a couple of our coworkers and chatted with them for most of the time.
A few hours go by and I get bored. I say goodbye to my coworkers and go off to find Tilly to tell her I’m leaving. Someone directs me to her room. I walk in and find her bent over her desk. She appeared to be looking for something. I stole a look at her ass before announcing myself. She looked up at me.
I told her I was heading out and she looked disappointed. I told her I had a good time and thanked her for inviting me. “Of course,” she said and went in for a hug. “Did you have a good time?” she asked after we separated.
“Yeah,” I said nonchalantly. I stared into her deep green eyes. My heart was pounding and a voice in my head said, ‘go for it.’
“Okay, well I hope you can come over next time.” She went in for another hug. Holding her, I could feel my skin humming. As she pulled away my body somehow took over. I pulled her waist back into me and kissed her. I heard her grunt with surprise, but she didn’t resist. After a few moments, I released her, but still kept my arms at her waist. I stared at her, waiting for the rejection and most likely a slap.
It didn’t come. She blushed a bit, and bit her lip. Then we moved together. I pulled her in and she grabbed my head. We made out firecely. I turned her and pressed her against the wall by the door. I reached down and grabbed her ass, then pulled her legs up so they wrapped around me. Then I explored around her body with my mouth and hands, her tits, her neck, her legs. She gently dry humped against my now rock hard cock.
I pushed her legs away and lowered my head to her crotch. I lifted up her dress to reveal she was wearing a thong. I kissed around her pussy as I reached up and grabbed around her panties.
“Did you wear these for him?” I asked as I pulled them down.
“Yes…” she said softly and then moaned as I went to work. I put my tongue and probed it around until I found her clit, then lapped it up. A few moan stiffled moans escaped her lips and she lifted her legs onto my sholders, squeezing my head with her thigs. As I was down there, I felt her halfheartedly kick the door with one foot, but I didn’t hear it close all the way.
After I had gotten her good and wet, I pulled my tongue out and stood up. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my cock. After all this time of fantasizing, I needed to be inside her now. Still holding her against the wall, I pushed my dick in. She moaned with pleasure. I pulled down her dress to reveal her round tits and perfect nipples. I started thrusting into her. I was rough. She responded by raking her nails through my hair and biting my lip. I quickend my pace and with each thrust, she let out a small grunt.
I could feel my orgasm coming fast and picked up speed in the final stretch, but I think she realized what was happening and suddenly pushed me away. I stood there, frustrated and confused. But then she pushed me back again and I fell back onto the bed. I watched her as she pulled her dress over her head. For the first time, I her completely naked and she looked just as gorgeous as I had pictured.
She was suddenly very fired up. She yanked off my pants and boxers, then climbed on top of me. Her pussy slamemed down on my dick and she started fucking me. I tried to lean up to kiss her, but she slammed me back down. She closed her eyes and averted my gaze as she went faster and faster, like she was pleasuring herself on my dick. I put one hand on her hips to guide her pace and another on her tit. She bucked wildly on top of me.
Her thrusts reached a fever pitch as I got close to cumming. She moaned and grunted and bent her body back. I blew my load about a few seconds before she came. I let her slow down and she climbed off of me. She still hadn’t looked at me for a while. She stood up, then picked up her dress and started to put it back on.
“Could you leave please?” she said quietly.
Without saying a word, I stood up, pulled my pants on and walked out as non-chalantly as possible. She didn’t follow.
I don’t know if she ever told her boyfriend about that night, but suffice to say, our friendship was pretty well ruined.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/73a7al/mf_taking_her_at_a_party_cuck
Ruined in the best way possible!