I [F] Watched my Best Friend [F] be Bent Over and Dominated. Part 1/2.

Once again, I LOVE this community. I’m not sure what has made me hornier, getting fucked like how I do in my stories or reading all of the comments and PM’s I get after posting! Writing out my experiences and seeing your reaction has made me feel so empowered and in control of my body; I’m officially hooked!

In case you missed it last time, my customary background: I’m a 20-year old, 5’4, 135lb college girl with slightly wavy light-brunette hair that dips just below my shoulders, hazel eyes, 34C breasts, and a pretty nice bubble butt if I can brag a little. In high school I played soccer which gave me some killer definition in my ass and legs that I’ve maintained decently enough since then. I’ve always been a “good girl”, I got good grades, had a great relationship with my parents, and when I did cut loose, it always used to be in a safe, respectable way. But after being fucked exceptionally hard by some incredible cocks, I’ve become a bit of wild slut, realizing I have a fetish for being dominated, used as a trophy for type-A men to display their status, and even thinking of how I’ve been a submissive bitch recently is making me wet.

As always, I love to tell a long story so skip to the (*****) for the good stuff!

Unfortunately for my body and you readers, I’ve been stuck at home for the summer and have been forced into one of hell of a dry spell. Living with my parents, my options for bringing guys back are very limited and even if I did have somewhere to go, I still have my good name to uphold in our small town…or so I thought…

Being back home for the summer isn’t all bad. Since we were 16, all my friends from and I have all worked at our local country club as servers on the pool deck. They pay is good, the tips are better, and we all get to hang out every day working on our suntans.

My best friend Carmen and I have known each other since we were in youth soccer together when we were in grade school. Carmen’s family is half Italian/half Puerto Rican and my god does it show. She has beautiful olive tan skin, big doe brown eyes, and silky smooth raven black hair that falls in gorgeous waves and layers that falls all the way down her 5’8 body to the small of her back.

But Carmen’s best asset is her college soccer scholarship. The NCAA doesn’t do right by their athletes very often, but dear lord has it allowed Carmen to maintain an incredible body. Her natural curvy hip: waist ratio has been amplified to 11 with thick muscular thighs, and an ass you could bounce quarters off of into orbit. As if the perfect hour glass on a frame that’s 90% legs wasn’t good enough, all that cardio have her a stomach without an ounce of fat on it.

Carmen is also the sweetest girl you’ll ever meet. She always led our team in volunteer hours, donated blood almost every month, and her and her boyfriend Robby were voted cutest couple our senior year. Carmen and her boyfriend Robby have been dating since he asked her to homecoming when we were freshmen. Robby was captain of the cross-country team. He has an amazing runner’s body with ice blue eyes, short black hair, and is cut like a skinny male model. He’s also a total dork and goes to Carmen’s school for accounting even though he got offers to go to basically any school he wanted to.

As our summer dragged on, we all had on our mind’s how bored we were with being stuck at home. Now, this is never a concern for us because we have a Lizzie. I highly recommend you all get a Lizzie for your friends group. Lizzie is a terrible server, a god awful soccer player, and a HUGE gossip… but she’s also an insanely rich borderline alcoholic with divorced parents who never stop traveling. AKA we know whenever we say “we should have a party” we can be certain that within the next half-hour our phones will all ding with an invite to Lizzie’s for a rager! Sure enough, as if on cue, all of our phones and the phones of basically everyone we ever went to high school with flashed with an invite for that Saturday!

The day of the party hit and Carmen, Robby, and I all took an Uber over together. I was wearing a purple Lily Pulitzer wrap romper because the jewel tones make my hazel eyes and sun kissed light-brown blondeish hair pop. I love this outfit in particular because the seam of the “wrap” portion comes down low on my chest and pull tight around the waist with a flaired skort which just puts on display my petite waist and stacked breasts in my favorite lace push-up bra. I paired my romper with wedge heels that were steep enough to pull taught every muscle in my thighs and pert ass to show off the figure I worked so hard to maintain in college. I had my hair in loose curls that cascaded down my shoulders and did my best for a natural makeup look. In high school I was the perfect girl next door and I had a reputation to protect!

Carmen was looking equally like a knockout. She was in a loose navy blue top that hung by thin straps and didn’t pick up again until it was well past her collar bone. From the back, her shirt had a slit that showed every inch of her muscular body going up all the way to the top seam just below the nape of her neck. Carmen also didn’t bother to wear a bra over he large supple D breasts, just two small pasties to keep her nipples in check. One quick twist or a lucky angle and she could show off a perfect torso and healthy amount of side and underboob for any passing onlooker. Underneath, she was wearing white shorts that were straining to contain every inch of her Mediterranean-Latina ass and with legs and a chest that were normally golden brown tan but had the luxury of a summer in the sun- the color combination just made her look radiant. Carmen added to her look by having her hair in a high pony to show off her muscular shoulders and make sure everyone would see her exposed back.

The party was in full swing, we were having drinks, catching up with old friends we hadn’t seen in forever, playing games, and just about everything else you see at house party’s on TV. That was until a new group of guys, about 7 deep, burst through the door. Leading them was Scott, the biggest dick who ever went to our high school.

If our house party was a stereotype of what you see on TV, Scott was the stereotype of the rich kid jock who thought he was hot shit and had just enough of Daddy’s money make the rouse credible. While we were all pretty well off and from successful families (if you can’t tell from a group of soccer girls who work at their country club and party in mansions), Scott’s family was on another level entirely. And to make matters worse, Karma never seemed to come for the guy! He got amazing grades, went to a top tier college, and was a three sport varsity athlete. But wit in a jerk with no filter just makes an asshole who says whatever is on his mind and pisses everyone else off around him. Carmen HATED Scott most of all. Scott would always tease her about “wasting time” with her charity work, would constantly talk shit about soccer, and in our social studies classes they were at each other’s throats in just about every debate, even though they often times agreed exactly on the issue.

Scott had not let the money go to waste on himself either. Building off his natural 6’3 broad frame with dark hair, a dark close-cropped beard, and dark eyes; Scott always wore the best clothes, drove the nicest car, and had every supplement, trainer, and piece of gym equipment anyone could ask for. College had not caught up to him either. If anything, he got bigger and could now be a stand-in for the star of an 80’s roid-filled action movie.
As if he could feel our eyes roll into the back of our heads seeing him walk in, Scott made a bee-line right for us.

“Ashley, Carmen, good to see both of you managed to keep off the Freshman 15 better than Lizzie did. Lucky for you too Carmen, would be a shame if you lost that ass and had to rely on whatever bullshit major you pretend to get a Diploma Mill State” Scott said to the laughter of his buddies like it was some kind of fucking sitcom laugh track.

“Fuck off Scott” I snapped at him as strongly as I could.

“Wooooah Ashley, careful with that language: from what I heard about you at college, your mouth is the only thing you have left with some dignity.” He stabbed into me like a knife.

I couldn’t believe it. Besides my best friends, nobody from home knew anything about what I’d been up to. Sure I love being in control of my body and don’t even mind some playful ribbing for my sexcapades, but doing my best to go back home, to my school where I was the good girl, with my friends where I was the Mother Hen, doing my best to dress like an innocent girl next door- the idea of everyone shaming me like that made me want to cry. I couldn’t help but feel my face flush red and my fists ball up as I held back a frog in my throat.

Luckily, I have the best friend in the entire world. Carmen is a fierce tiger and she wasn’t taking shit from anyone! She immediately slapped Scott in the face and told him he had no idea what the fuck he was talking about so he should shut his mouth before she knocks it shut.

With that, Scott made some snide comment about women always being so sensitive and backed off to do shots with his friends in the kitchen. Carmen and I went to the washroom so we could freshen up and put me back together.

When we left the washroom, we saw everyone kind of gathered around Robby and Scott. They were in each other’s faces screaming about something. At first I thought it had to be about what he said to Carmen and me but it soon became clear they were screaming about politics. Scott’s favorite topic and the one Robby lets anyone get under his skin with incredibly easily.
I won’t go into what the two sides were and what specifically they were arguing about because I value my upvotes, but let’s just that almost everyone (including Carmen and I) actually agreed with Scott on the issue. To make matters worse, Robby is not a very good debater sober, let alone after 3 hours of partying.

Eventually he just got pissed off, told everyone to go fuck themselves, and pushed his way out of the room and up the stairs. Carmen followed him and everything was a little awkward after that.

Luckily Lizzie, ever the good party host and having donated any political brain cells he may have once had to Don Julio, came in and loudly shouted she found her parent’s good liquor and the party settled back into normal after that.

After about an hour, I realized that Carmen and Robby hadn’t come back. Knowing everything was probably fine but wanting to see for myself, I decided to go check on them. I asked Lizzie if she’d seen them come down and she told me that she thought she saw them leave and Robby calling an Uber. That didn’t seem likely to me because we all arrived together and it isn’t like Carmen to leave without saying goodbye.

(*****)

As I navigated the long upstairs hallways of Lizzie’s McMansion, I heard the classic house party sounds of someone getting fucked exceptionally rough and good in one of the bedrooms.

“Damn, that’s just what I need right now” I thought to myself, realizing just what a boring summer it has been stuck at my parent’s house.

As I worked my way down the hallways the “AHH, AHH, AHH” grew louder and louder before I realized that between college sleepovers, HS prom, and dozens of parties I knew that voice, it was Carmen!

“Well, that’s one way to lose the battle but win the war” I thought to myself, realizing Robby and Carmen just used a stupid fight as the perfect excuse to break from the party and get some alone time. Thinking how fun it would be to get back at them for ditching me downstairs, I decided I’d barge in on them and take’em by surprise.

As I approached their room I just heard Carmen grunting and screaming like I’ve never heard before. A constant stream of swears and prayers “Oh God, oh Fuck, oh my God it’s so deep! UGH! HOLY SHIT! How are you so good at this! Ugh! Yeah, just right there! Yeah! YEAH!”

To be honest it almost made me reconsider bursting in on their good time. Let’s just say Robby has never been the best in bed and its always been a complaint Carmen confided in me. To make matters worse, the stress of school had done a number on him and it had grown increasingly rare he could even get it up let alone keep it up, and by then it had been so long, he would bust almost immediately.

So if he learned a thing or two and Carmen was in the throes of ecstasy, was it better to just let her have the win? Nah! I counted down to three before opening the door 1…2…3 but what I saw left me frozen in place with my jaw dropped.

Carmen was getting fucked all right, her mocha skin juxtaposed beautifully on the lily white silk sheets of one of Lizzie’s guestrooms. Her body was drenched in sweat like she had been through an intense workout. Her shoes, shorts, and thong panties were thrown all over the floor and she was on all fours on the bed in doggy facing the door and me.

Her knees were bent so that she was face down-ass up, presenting herself like a wild, savage animal; deep red handprints of a violent spanking evident where the skin was whiter in a perfect demi-thong bikini pattern where tanning at the pool couldn’t quite reach. Her teeth were bared and gritted shut as she grunted into the bedspread with all of her energy and her hands splayed out, gripping fistfuls of whatever she could find. A strip of cloth, what I immediately recognized as her navy blue high-slit top, was tied around her eyes like a blindfold and her ponytail was wrapped firmly around the strong muscled hand of the man fucking her, as if it were reins being used to break a horse into servitude. But that man wasn’t Robby. The man standing behind her, feet firmly planted on the floor and giving the roughest, most hate fueled pounding I’d ever seen in my life was Scott. And he was looking straight into my eyes.

I was in complete shock, I couldn’t move. I wanted to scream out but no words came. My mind instantly went back to (My last story if you hadn’t read it) finals week when my date Danny burst into his own room and saw me cumming on his worst enemy’s cock in his own bed. All I could think about was that Scott was right, this was my slutty past catching up to me; the roles were reversed and all I could do was watch my hottest friend get brutally violated by the biggest beast we grew up with and how much she seemed to love it despite everything we knew about him, despite how she was JUST comforting me in the bathroom about what an absolute asshole he was.

Scott was grinning ear to ear watching my helplessness. He knew I’d been exploring myself in college, so he probably knew what I did to Danny and there was no way the irony would be lost on him. Was he relishing putting me in my place?

Scott began putting on a show. He yanked up on Carmen’s hair, forcing her to rear up onto just her knees and gripping her hips deep with his other hand. In this new position, Carmen’s tender breasts we on full display to the room, Scott’s grip forcing her to stretch out her chest, her hard nipples fully erect and beet red with what were clearly bite-marks and other signs of intense arousal.

If Carmen wasn’t wearing a blindfold, she would be perfectly level with me but now she couldn’t see her best friend watching her get railed, she could only feel the pounding she was receiving. Scott raised his hand and brought it sharply down on her ass, letting the loud THWACK echo through the room. He immediately followed it with another loud THWACK! Her hard muscled backside rippling with every slap and she used all of her force to thrust back and impale herself on his cock, moaning like a bitch in heat every time she did so.

Carmen belted out a long “OHHHHHHH! HARDER DADDY!” as a third spank racketed down onto her perfect ass and made her shudder. It made me shudder. It was at this moment I realized my stupid fucking body was doing it again, I was betrayed. Watching the scene and knowing who it was and how it was happening brought my body into overdrive. I licked my lips and felt my pussy begin to pulse in time with Scott’s rough humps as I got wetter and wetter. I felt a pit in my stomach as my hand went up to my face and I started biting my nails with nervousness, my eyes transfixed in place.

“That’s what I thought, you fucking whore” Scott said triumphantly. But to me or Carmen I’ll never be sure. “You played it so good for all those years but I knew you’d break. I knew all it took was one push and you’d want nothing else” he continued, his message applying to both me and my friend in equal measure.

Scott picked up the pace of his thrusts forcing him to drop her pony tail and put both hands in the crux of her pelvis. Carmen dropped to her palms, her hair splaying down in a canopy around her face, the ass, hips, and back that were seemingly carved from marble were on full display to me. I also got my first looks at Scott. He was ripped with muscles that resembled knotted rope and he was pulling out so far on his thrusts, especially with Carmen’s oversized butt, he must have been at least a foot long!

Carmen submitted her body at the change of rhythm “ohhhhh Ohhhhhh OHHHHHH” she sang, building in volume and pitch as he slapped down again, his hard hand snapping on her cheeks. Scott took the opportunity to pound her like a jackhammer with everything he had. Carmen’s heavy breasts, dangling below her were now swinging wildly, heaving and slapping into each other with every slam into her from behind, her hard nipples dangling just above the sheets and the satisfaction of a friction they so desperately craved.

“OHHH, OHHH, OHHH GOD I’M GOING TO CUM! OH GOD I’M GOING TO CUM AGAIN!” Carmen screamed out as she collapsed into the bed; every dollar and hour spent perfecting her athlete body straining in pleasured agony to hike up her perfect ass just a little higher, for just for a little longer, to let him go just a little deeper as the good girl who gave to charity was now a conquered whore begging for a cock and the degrading ravaging she deserved.

“I’M GONNA CUM, I’M GONNA CUM, I’M GONNA CUM” she rapidly repeated in quick succession, her voice announcing her orgasm with equal measures of excitement, surprise, and fear. Her right hand began stretching out her fingers and shaking as she began the signs of her release.

With that, Scott grabbed another fist full of hair and reared her back up. Carmen yipped at the force but steadied herself by looping her hands around his triceps and used the leverage to push herself back into his cock with all her might “Yeah baby! EHH! Dominate me, UGH! Pull my hair! AHH! AHH! AHH!”
Then Scott reached for the blindfold….

Scott was prepared for this moment. Before Carmen could process anything from the sudden regaining of her vision, Scott wrapped one giant muscled arm in a bear hug around her upper chest and neck and the other pinned her lower half into him, right on her clit which we was furiously rolling between his fingers, slapping, and rubbing without pause.

My eyes grew wide but before I could do anything, I was face to face with my friend as an incredible climax rippled through her body.

“AHH! AHH! AHHH! AHHH-SHLEY!?” Carmen managed to groan out in disbelief before she shuddered with every muscle in her body, selling out to her pleasure she was lost to her base instincts and I didn’t know if her wide, bulging eyes were for me or the pleasure.

I wanted to run, I wanted to just get out but I was frozen in place. Carmen’s orgasm kept rolling and rolling. Her perfect abs and chest heaving with heavy breaths and straining against Scott’s powerful grip, her biting her lower lip in a determined but vain attempt to keep the pleasure at bay while reaching out with her hands for a break from the merciless pounding that never came.

Scott refused to loosen his grip. He never once let up on Carmen’s clit, her whole mound and womanhood slick and shiny with their juices. Her breasts weren’t safe from the molesting either, Scott’s other hand selfishly groping handfuls of Carmen’s soft, large breasts and pinching her nipples in turn: eliciting a sharp “UMPH!” from her every time he did.

Eventually Scott allowed Carmen to collapse onto the bed. She tried to scramble away but a hard dominant hand from Scott immediately came down between her shoulder blades, trapping her in place. Scotts other hand rested where her ass met the small of her back, him with a leg lifted onto the bed for leverage and power.

Every time Carmen would squirm, Scott would strike hard on her ass, ordering her: “Take it slut!”

Carmen took it. Any resistance she may have had at seeing me died away the harder she was pinned. She was like me, a submissive whore always looking to have that need fulfilled no matter how it happened.

But this position didn’t last long. Fucking a bucking Carmen into submission and having her surrender to his cock did a number on Scott too. His thrusts became deeper and the rhythm more irregular as he began to pour the last of his energy into finishing himself off.

It was at this moment I realized how evidently turned on I was. The thin fabric of my outfit offering no support, my chest was thrusting into the air with each breath, my erect nipples were visibly straining against the edges of the material. I felt the tell-tale signs of the dripping wetness reaching the tipping point of beading up to roll down my thighs and I’m positive I touched myself at least once.

Scott let out one last massive thrust and grunt. I was fixed, I needed to see him cum, his body shudder. Even though it was happening right before my own eyes, I couldn’t believe that this brute was about to breed my best friend. I mentally needed the closure of seeing him finish to know this was real and not a bad dream.

When Scott pulled out, I finally saw the full length of his cock. Easily two of this thick fistfuls long and proportionally thick. As he lifted his cock out of Carmen’s swollen pussy and onto her back, I saw the full extent of her wetness; strands of grool clinging to his cock and dancing between the gap left between her spent thighs.
Scott arced his cock up to cum all over her back. I watched the head twitch, never more intensely staring at a sex object as I was right now. Each pulse of his manhood matching the own beating pulse pushing me towards what could have eventually become a tantric orgasm of my own.

At the last second, Scott got a devilish look on his face. He suddenly became less concerned with his orgasm and more concerned with me. He looked me dead in the eyes and began spurting thick rope after thick rope of hot jizz.

Most of him landed on the sweaty, panting husk that used to be my best friend’s dignity; but the first strands were reserved for me. One hit me clear in the chest, his hot spunk dripping down between my cleavage and onto my tits. The next rope hit me in the stomach, staining my brand new Lily Pulitzer romper with his seed. And the last shot hit me square in the face, right above where my upper lip and nose met.

The wet, hot spray of Scott’s facial snapped me out of whatever spell I was under like a slap in the face as it dribbled down my cheek. As if on a dime, all of my arousal, all of my headiness, evaporated and was instantly replaced with shock, shame, and embarrassment. If Scott made me think I was no longer the good girl I used to be, his actions now made me feel it stronger than ever.

I didn’t stay long after that. I ran clear out. Out of the room, out of the party, and straight to my childhood bedroom. I wanted to forget what I saw, go back to before the party when Carmen and Robby were soulmates and I had no idea what it felt like to go through what Danny did.

Carmen came by later that night. I didn’t want to see her but I knew she wouldn’t leave without getting to talk. She asked how long I was standing there and I embarrassingly told her. I asked her how she could have done something so stupid.

She told me that when Robby ran upstairs, he wouldn’t stop shouting at her about how she didn’t back him up and how she never supports him even after he gave up his future for her. He dug himself deeper saying how she’s a horrible person for agreeing with Scott, and what a bitch she was. It was at that moment Scott showed up. Carmen said he took control of the situation, actually apologized to Robby, and tried to calm everyone down and deescalate it. It made Carmen see Scott in a new light, like behind the ego he had such a time letting go of in High School was a real mature man. Maybe he was a new person in college but being back with the high school crowd brought out the worst in him.

Carmen admitted now seeing Scott like that was her first strike. She knew better than to think he didn’t have a motive but she did. Robby bought none of it and stormed off to leave the party. Leaving just her and Scott alone. Her second strike.

Carmen said she didn’t know if it was the booze, the way he handled that situation, or the way he immediately began flirting with her that made her agree to go to a bedroom with a bottle of vodka to talk about what happened. All she said was that it was her third strike.

She didn’t remember how many shots it took her to open up about how Scott was making her feel more wanted than Robby had in months. She didn’t remember how many shots it took for her to start touching and feeling him the way he had been rubbing her thigh, her back, and her stomach since the fight.

All that she remembered was that the next thing she knew, she was naked and pinned down to the bed as his tongue completed her first orgasm in almost a year and the first of her many, many orgasms of that night.

I was furious. We’d known Scott for years, she was throwing everything she had with Robby away! And to make matters worse, it was just because she was horny, the stupid fucking slut! My anger at her, my sadness and shame was compounded by the whirlwind of hormones I was feeling from watching them fuck like animals and how it turned me on, how her recanting of how he seduced her reignited that feeling deep within me.

Eventually, on our friendship, Carmen swore it was a one-time thing, she’d never do it again and that she didn’t want it to ruin her life. And on our friendship, I swore I would take the secret to my grave.

After that, things went back to normal. We worked at the pool and there was no drama. That is until Scott came by with an offer I couldn’t refuse….

END OF PART 1.

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