[FF] Helping my (allegedly) straight friend after a break up.

Hi guys, I’m newly single and looking for somewhere to channel my sexual energy which is why i find myself here. The whole story has been typed on my phone over a few days, sometimes at work or whenever i can sneak 5 minutes to myself. Sorry if its a bit rambley at times or if the grammer and formatting is a mess.

So for a little background, both myself (Carla) and my friend (Chloe) were around 22 at the time of this story. We are both on the shorter side, her a blonde, myself a brunette. I’d describe myself as slim with a few curves, her as a bit more curvy, but certainly not approaching chubby or fat (a point worth remembering for later) though she was far more blessed in the chest so to speak. Fill in the blanks as you like guys, we all know that’s not why you’re here.

We’d lived in adjoining rooms for a few years at this point and although she was usually quite shy and reserved, I had gained an intimate and somewhat surprising insight into her relationship with her now ex bf due to the paper thin walls. They had broken up the day prior and we were hitting the cheap wine hard and putting the world to rights in my room. A few drinks in I mentioned that he always seemed kind of mean and when pushed, explained that I heard the way he’d talk to and shout at her. During one row I distinctly remembered hearing the phrase “stupid fat whore” over and over again. At the mention of this her cheeks turned a flush red and she turned away, clearly embarrassed. After a little pushing and coy answers i had a lightbulb moment and felt like an idiot. They wern’t arguring, they were fucking and she got off on pain and even being degraded. I reassured her that everyone has weird kinks and it was nothing to be ashamed of. Bdsm was positively normal these days. Slowly and almost quizzically she asked “What *is* bdsm? Like, I kind of get it but….I love it in the moment but feel like shit afterwards.” I started to enlighten her but the more I spoke, the clearer it was they were not following any sort of guidelines and she had suffered mentally and physically at times. Evidently Safe, Sane and Consensual (shoutout r/bdsmcommunity) was a concept lost on her ex and she was too soft spoken to argue. They had a safeword at least but even that he ignored if it didn’t suit.

I gave her a hug and let her know she’d done nothing wrong. I explained aftercare was more than handing someone a wetwipe and going to sleep and that’s why she always felt like shit after the fact. After a bit more sobbing she perked up a bit and we did some shots. “So….how do you know so much about all this?” She asked after that post shot shudder. I’d dabbled in bdsm enough to know I was a switch and talked a little about my previous escapades. Chloe struggled getting her head around enjoying both sides if it, but almost laughed off the concept of a girl being in control, power dynamic wise. I assured her I could have any guy or girl eating out of the palm of my hand or licking the heel of my boot if I so chose. She laughed hard enough to snort at that comment. “I’m not really sure that’s my deal.” She added after calming a little. “Well, what *is* your deal?” I pushed. After a while pondering and struggling finding the words, she came back with “Well there’s stuff I like and stuff I hate. Then there’s these weird things that I…I don’t enjoy them at all, but being made to do them makes me feel suuuper dirty and that’s the feeling I love.” She was avoiding my gaze at this point and clearly struggling to find the right words. “Being told I’m fat, filthy or stupid or…or a whore while I’m doing something just gets me feeling so…i don’t know, it’s dumb.” Watching and listening to Chloe try to work our her sexual quirks was more entertaining than it should have been. I thought about going full domme on her there and then but we were good friends and I didn’t want to risk blowing that up. “Look, I know you aren’t into girls, but if you’re ever really craving something like this, I can fill that void for you without any real gay action. ” she let the words sit for a minute before laughing it off with an “Oh you” and a wry smile.

The moment passed and we carried on chatting about what we’d each tried, enjoyed and epic fails we’d had. Some of her more niche kinks were above and beyond my experience but the clear message was that Chloe loved feeling dirty, cheap, worthless and would do pretty much anything she was told to do.

The night grew long and the bottles grew empty and around 3am Chloe took herself off to bed after thanking me for taking care of her. I hit the bathroom and had just crawled into bed when my phone buzzed. “Ok I’m wondering, what exactly did you mean with that offer earlier?” I took a minute to ponder how best to put into words my meaning. “If you want me to make you feel like a worthless whore while you get yourself off, then have a cuddle afterwards, I’d be down. No pressure, no gay stuff, I promise not to take the piss, just think we’d have fun.” Then nothing. For what felt like forever, until eventually I get “could I wear a blindfold? I think it would help.” I quickly responded with “good idea, you want to come back or shall I come to you?” “Can you come to me please?” “Give me 5 minutes, be wearing knickers, that blindfold and nothing else.” Well this night has taken an interesting turn. I tucked a couple of bits into a clutch bag as my phone buzzed again. “I’m ready I’ve put some music on…A tiny bit of gay stuff might be ok.” Well now…ok. This was going to be fun.

I finished getting my shit together and headed next door, pausing outside only to take a deep breath. I walked in and shut the door behind me. Only Chloe’s blindfolded head was visable with the rest of her hidden beneath the covers. I loudly announced “Green, orange, red, click if you can’t talk. Do you understand!?” She nodded, asserting that she remembered the safeword method I’d described earlier. I pulled the cover off of her and pounced, straddling her and pinning her beneath my weight, grabbing her jaw hard and getting as close to her face as possible. “Bitch if i ask you a question i expect a real answer. Now, do you understand!?” I demanded, an audible meaness in my voice. “Yyyyes Carla.” “Yes *Miss!*” I corrected which she promptly parroted back. “Good girl.” I replied which drew a smile from her. I got off the bed to fully take in the visual. Her tits looked fantastic and either through cold or excitement, her nipples stood to attention. They were about the same size and shape as mine but looked tiny on her far more ample tits. I grabbed one and gave it a firm tug for about 5 seconds just to gauge her reaction but other than a little initial yelp, she stayed put. This one had discipline it seemed. She was wearing plain white knickers with some coloured trim but i couldn’t tell what kind in the low light. I gave a quick slap to her inner thigh then pushed her ankles apart. “You should know I was going to fuck myself thinking about your cummy little cunt tonight. Looking at you now I’m not sure if maybe that would have been better than….*this*.” There was an obvious tone of disgust with the final word. I grabbed her hand and placed it at the waistband of her knickers, laying my trap. “Ok slut, show me how you like to get off.” I stated with an almost disinterested voice. As planned, she dipped her fingertips under the elastic and slid her hand down. I was quick and slapped her hand hard. As she removed it I pushed her thigh sideways exposing her more and slapped her covered pussy 3 times in quick succession.”You dumb cunt, I can’t see if your hand is hidden. Keep outside until you have permission.” I snarled before replacing her hand. I watched as she slowly started rubbing herself through the thin material, finding the right spots as she traced circles around her clit and ran little finger laps up and down her slit. I took this chance to strip myself down to just knickers, light blue boyshorts to be precise. I draped myself sideways across her midriff, facing towards her pussy and poked her belly a little. “It’s convenient having all this podge to rest on.” I mocked before slapping just below her belly button and grabbing her mound. As i let go i pulled her hand up slightly and thrust it back down into her knickers, removing my own hand at once. “Ok chubby, *now* you can fuck that gooey cunt of yours for me.” With her hand no longer obscuring the view I could see the small but distinctive wet patch that had formed in the gusset of her panties. I grabbed the material at each side of her thigh and tugged it down just a tiny bit. I had enough room to slip a finger inside and feel the damp material one side and the heat from her pussy the other, being sure to avoid actually touching it. I removed my hand and sucked on my finger, hamming it up so Chloe had no illusions what I was doing. “I always wondered what your cunt tasted like Chloe, did you know that?” This saw her visibly speed up her hand and let out a moan…..but no answer. Bless her she was making this too easy for me. “Ok fatty, you were warned. Remember, you did this to yourself!” “Sorry…Sorry Carla!” She pleaded as I grabbed her tit roughly, bunched it up and slapped it hard across the nipple. I let go and placed a hand at the side of her face before slapping the other side hard with the other hand. “That’s *Miss* Carla you stupid, fat cunt. I think I’ve had quite enough of your disrespect.” I stole a glance down and spotted her arm motionless. ” Did I tell you to stop bitch?” I demanded as she sprang back into action, frigging away in her knickers. I hopped off the bed, stripped off my knickers and dabbed at my damp, if not yet dripping pussy with them. I grabbed the clean pair I’d tossed in the clutch bag in my other hand. Holding the dampest part beneath Chloes nose I ordered her to sniff. “You smell that? That’s what a perfect pussy smells like! I doubt yours will ever compare to this.” Not giving her time to respond I forced the clean pair into her mouth. I knew she’d believe they were the cummy ones but didn’t want to overstep with the quote unquote gay stuff just yet. Oh the tricks a horny mind will play.

I layed back and took in the sight for a minute, teasing my own pussy a little as she worked away at hers, moaning occasionally through my underwear gag. 12 hours ago this was the stuff of my horny imagination, wank bank material. Now it was actually happening.

I pulled her hand away from her pussy and pulled the knickers down and off in a single motion. “Ok Chloe, on all fours like the bitch you are.” I demanded and like a good slut she obliged. I indulged myself and took a sniff of her now soaked underwear before rubbing the damp patch all over her face. “See the difference between perfection and your chubby cunt!?” I lied. Her pussy smelled fantastic, but that wasn’t the game we were playing. To her credit, she attempted to answer but it was muffled, somehow making it even hotter.

I went back to my clutch and grabbed the modest sized, jellylike dildo. Knowing how wet Chloe was already I chose to forgo the lube but threw it on the bed just incase. I moved into position behind her and admired the view. I dragged the tip from her clit, down her slit, parting her lips just a little, eliciting a delightful shiver from her body. I planted the base against the bed and held it steady. “Now I’m not going to fuck you with this, I don’t fuck whores.” A half moan, half grown escaped her lips. “But I’m sure a slut like you has fucked a toy or two in her time. Go ahead, you can fuck just the tip.” I watched in delight as her lips spread and the end of the toy disappeared up inside my ecstatic housemates pussy. “That’s far enough whore! Now reach back and hold it steady.” Chloe had to collapse forward a little to reach back between her legs and hold my floppy faux-cock still while I repositioned up by her head. I spread my legs either side of her face and ripped the knickers from her mouth. “Now you’re going to ride that cock for me while I rub my perfect pussy inches from your face, ok slut?” Chloe nodded then quickly spat out “yes miss!” Clearly nervous at enciting my wrath. “Nice save, you’ll make a good little sub in due time.” I encouraged as she started humping away. I eased my lips apart and spread my wetness around using a single finger before circling my clit with just the right pressure, harping up my pants and moans a little for the benefit of my blindfolded bestie. As she took more and more of the toy inside herself, Chloe began moaning and breathing heavier as I’m sure her orgasm was building. “Are you getting close fatty?” I asked, eliciting a whimper of a response. “Good, take yourself to the edge but don’t you *dare* fucking cum!” As I spoke I moved to return behind her, laying on my front to get my face as close to the action as possible. I was close enough that she could undoubtedly feel my hot breath on her cute little asshole as she slowly bucked until she all together stopped with an audible gasp. “Good girl, your self control is impressive, if surprising.” I pushed her ass down, forcing the toy all the way in and straightening her out to a prone position before straddling her legs “Remember your colours slut.” I instructed before firmly slapping her ass cheeks, slowly but repeatedly in the same spot. After 20 purpusful blows I asked “how was that?” And was happily greeted with “amaz….it.. Green miss!” I bunched up the opposite cheek and struck it with an increased force, again 20 times until the pale white skin was a delightful shade of pink. The last few blows prompted some wonderful whimpers. As I released my grip I let my finger slowly trace her asscrack then linger around her puckered asshole. I might have been imagining it, but it almost felt like she was rising up to meet it.

“My my, who knew you could take such a beating? Didn’t know you had it in you.” Concerned I might be coming across as too nice I added “through with an ass the fucking fat I’m kind of surprised you felt anything at all.” I gave each cheek a squeeze as I dismounted and rolled her onto her back, pushing her knees up and feet flat on the bed, I layed next to her and retrieved the toy, placing it in her hand. “Now, good sluts get nice things. Take yourself to the edge again and tell me when you’re there!” She adjusted herself slightly then brought the cock close between her legs then paused for a moment. “Thank you…Miss Carla.” Oh she was learning fast, I’d have to reward that.

There was no hesitation after that. She plunged that thing into the hilt on her first stroke and kept going with deep, slow thrusts, bucking her hips up to meet her hand. Her ass was rising up off the bed and it was fucking wonderfull to watch. “Thats it girl, dont hold back. Fuck that thing with all you’ve got.” I encouraged. As I did I slipped my hand under her ass so each thrust let her bounce on my skin. I left my thumb on her taint, knowing it would just barely touch her asshole with each bounce. She stopped abruptly and rested her ass down on my hand, the jelly dick sat barely between her lips. “I…I was close miss.” Her breathing was intense and I was in my element. Awkwardly, I moved up to have my head next to hers,keeping my hand in place. “Good girl.” I whispered in her ear. “I’m going to let you cum soon. You’ve behaved so if there’s something you want, now is the time to ask, though I won’t guarantee I’ll fulfil it.” Her breathing had slowed and I could see there were words on her lips but she couldn’t get them out. “Out with it, before I change my mind Chloe!” “Mmm…my asshole miss…I…please?” And with that my suspicions were confirmed. “Start fucking yourself, don’t stop this time.” There was no hesitation, she was pounding herself and was quickly getting where she needed to be, her ass slapping my hand, I could feel her wetness pooling in my palm as I pressed ever so slightly against her back door. “If you really want it, beg for it properly. Beg like the whore you are!” The moans just from my words and the dildo were exhilarating and I was worried she wasn’t going to be able to form real words. “Please…uh…please Miss…fi” I slapped her hard between the pussy and ass. “That’s Miss Carla, bitch!” She gasped and I knew she was mine. “Please….please Miss Carla, finger my ass!” Uhhhh my god this was fun. “Keep begging…” I told her playfully as I pushed my finger against her hungry hole. I contemplated breaking to grab the lube but her ass was soaked from the pounding her pussy was taking so I wasn’t too concerned. She carried on begging with a new sense of urgency.

“Please, miss Carla, finger my…fuck my ass miss Carla! Uhh please I’m begging fuck my…yes!! Yes fuck my asshole miss Carla yesssss!!!!” Well I couldn’t hold out after that. I buried my middle finger into her asshole that was only too happy to accept it. Her hole was quivering around my finger as I began to pump it in and out, slowly but hard. “Now be a good slut and cum for me while I fuck your desperate little asshole Chloe.” I whispered calmly in her ear. Her moans grew in passion and volume as she bucked against my finger. I plunged it as deep as I could and held it in place as she fucked herself silly, bucking and squealing in ecstasy. As she came I felt her pussy leaking down onto my hand, I couldn’t resist pulling out and slowly pumping back into her bum a few more times as she rode it out. As her rear finally dropped down for the last time I removed my finger as she let the toy drop between her legs. I grabbed it and put it to the side then shifted up the bed and pulled her close, kissed her on the forehead and whispered “Good girl. Take the blindfold off whenever you’re ready.”

We lay like that for a few minutes. I let a hand drift between my legs and absentmindedly rubbed my slit but there was no real purpose behind it. When she eventually pulled the blindfold off and opened her eyes, she looked spent and had the most innocent grin on her face. We made eye contact and both giggled as I stroked her hair. She motioned down to my hand lazily at work. “Are you going to…y’know?” She asked, suddenly very shy. “Oh I wasn’t going to…I mean…I can if you’d like?” At this she blushed and nodded her head. The girl I’ve just humiliated and fucked was suddenly all sweet and bashful, how fun.

I reached for the dildo and brought it to my lips then paused. “Do you mind?” I asked her. She smiled and nodded so I maintained eye contact while licking her cum off of my toy. It flopped around a little and hit me in the nose and we both laughed. I pressed the dildo between my legs, used it to spread my lips, then plunged it home with a moan of satisfaction. I fucked myself slowly but firmly, attacking my gspot with well practiced strokes as Chloe lay on my chest watching eagerly. My breathing must have given away how close I was and with my eyes shut I started closing in on the point of no return. I felt a pinch and opened my eyes to see Chloe tugging at my nipple. I let out another moan and begged her “harder!” and she obliged, pulling my at my tit roughly as I fucked myself over the edge. “Yes! Fuck yes Chloe! Yesssss!”

As I rode the final waves of pleasure I reluctantly withdrew my floppy friend and let it fall onto my tummy. In what would be her final surprising act of the evening Chloe almost right away grabbed it and took the entire length onto her mouth, clamped her lips shut and withdrew it, not quite slurping but certainly sucking it with purpose. We made eye contact as she put it back down and I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “Shut up, I’m not gay.” She meekly protested before snuggling into my boob. “So how did you like your first taste of another girl?” I asked, genuinly curious. “Well i figured after what you used to gag me, it wouldn’t be a big deal.” I laughed a little and Chloe almost looked hurt. I explained my little knicker swap trick from earlier and the logic behind it. She called me a sneaky bitch but wpuod tell me much much later that this was the act she appreciated the most. Something about looking out for her in ways she would never have thought of.

“You know I don’t really think any of those things about you right? You’re fucking beautiful.” Again she blushed. After a few moments she came back with “Thank you…for…well tonight. It was…it was something.” And we laughed. “Was I too rough or…too mean?” I enquired. “You could have been way rougher and *much* meaner.” I raised my eyebrows again and poked my tongue out at her. “Good to know…”

That seems like a good place to leave it. Spoilers, we hooked up a few more times and pushed each other’s boundaries several times over. If this is well received then maybe I’ll recount another tale or two. I don’t see much fetish-heavy content get much traction here so I may have to pick and choose a little. That said if there’s an audience out there, get in touch and let me know! On that note, as I said to begin with, I’m newly single so would love to hear from you. Maybe send something fun to my inbox? (Guys, read the room. This doesn’t mean dickpicks! Ladies…surprise me I guess?)

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