My BFF

“Are you crazy?! I will never have a hard on for you! You’re my BFF!”

When I saw the look she gave me, I lost all confidence. Julie had been my BFF for two years, ever since I had met her in the company I was working in. She was a very discrete and sensible employee, always dressed in a classy fashion. OK, maybe I had fantasised on her once or twice whilst jerking off, but she really was not my type: lovely little curvy redhead, when I prefer them tall, skinny and dark-haired… She was quite cute, and really funny, but I was thinking of her like a sister.

Julie and I were back from a night out with friends in a bar in Oberkampf, and she had offered to spend the night at her place, as I was living well outside Paris at the time. I had stayed with her numerous times without anything “strange” happening… I can’t remember how the discussion had begun. I think I had started to talk about Franck’s new girlfriend, with whom I had spent the night talking – right, OK, flirting. Quite a stunner! Back at the apartment, Julie made fun of me, mimicking me gawking at the girl. We then spoke about my type of girls, and she talked about her type of guys – which I clearly wasn’t. She then told me, with a mischievous look, as we were sprawling on the couch:

“Even if I am not your type of girl, I am pretty sure I could give you a hard on.”

I protested, explaining that she was a good friend, this just could not happen. That’s when I said to her:

“Are you crazy?! I will never have a hard on for you! You’re my BFF!”

She stared at me, her hazel eyes riveted in mine, and after a moment, a big smile came lighting up her face:

“OK. I bet you that I will manage to give you a hard on in the next 10 min. If I win, I give you a punishment. If I lose, you give me a punishment.”

A tad taken aback, but also still fairly drunk, I accepted the challenge, curious as to what she would try do to excite me… She stood up quite abruptly and disappeared in the bathroom, and suddenly, I started to feel slightly turned on. But I tried to cool down: she was my BFF after all, no way I would get an erection for her! After a few minutes, I heard the bathroom door open, and she came out. She had removed her good girl’s clothes to put on a black low-cut bustier revealing the curves of her amazing freckled-covered chest, as well as a g-string and suspenders holding very sexy black sotckings. She had quickly put on a deep red lipstick, and she was holding in her right hand a shiny riding crop.

She came closer to me, as I was slumped still on the couch, and with a longing look, she said:

“That’s what I was wearing for the guy I saw last night. That made him rock-hard.”

She bent over slightly, and I couldn’t take my eyes away off her cleavage, mesmerized by the pale skin of her heavy breasts outlined by the black lace of her underwear. I started to breathe more quickly, and as she stroked my chin with her crop, she whispered:

“So, my BFF, are you hard for me?”

The question was merely rhetorical (or just intended to embarrass me even more), as it was clear through my sweat pants that she had won her bet. I could only mumble a “yes,” ashamed. She pulled over a chair, and sat astride it, in front of me.

“Right. Your punishment.”

Her eyes were ablaze, a cheeky smile on her face. She stared at me for a moment, and then finally said:

“I want you to wank in front of me. Lower your pants, and jerk off.”

I was astounded, but seeing she was serious, I tried to joke:

“Ah ah very funny…”

“Go ahead, I am waiting. We had a bet, you have a hard on, you lost. Jerk off.”

“But, this is not serious…”

“Quite serious. Drop the pants. Wank. Now.”

The whip came crashing on the back of the chair in a very persuasive manner. I was still hesitating but seeing she was not joking – and the alcohol probably helping – I lowered my trousers and underpants, revealing my cock. I was already quite hard. Julie’s eyes were hungrily sizing my manhood; she let an approving moan slip that aroused me a bit more. As I threw a glance at her to check whether she had changed her mind, and whether all this was just a joke, I saw that she was dead set on seeing this punishment through…

Quite embarrassed, I grabbed my sex, while holding her gaze. The way she was sitting on the chair, her legs wide open, made me suddenly think that I could find myself there in a few minutes, discovering the hidden secrets of my ginger friend. Holding my dick harder, I started to contemplate Julie’s body, and the luscious curves that the lingerie she had chosen were revealing in an amazing manner: I might as well get an eyeful while she was satisfying some dark fantasy of hers by imposing me this humiliating punishment. Her pale skin, starred with aphrodisiac freckles, her round hips that made you want to grab them to take her doggystyle, these amazing round breasts that seemed to want to escape from their tight hiding place. And this pussy lurking behind this minuscule piece of fabric –  I was imagining it quite wet at this instant.

I was then very excited. I spat in my hand to masturbate more easily. Julie was starting to wiggle on her chair, she was playing with the riding crop, letting it slide between her boobs, to go further down, on that thin g-string.

My breathing was hard, I wanked harder. Excitement was building up. As I used more saliva, Julie stood up and came close to me. She turned around, and I could see the tiny string disappearing between her round white cheeks. Was it really my shy colleague from work there? I couldn’t recognize her, I couldn’t recognize myself.

More and more turned on, I was going up and down faster and faster, and seeing I was getting close to orgasm, she knelt down in front of me, and said:

“Are you coming?”

I could hardly answer, I nodded. I was going to cum any second. She then did something I would have never believed if someone had told me before that night: in one single move, she swallowed my whole dick. Surprised but also overexcited, I took her head in my hands, and started to cum in her mouth, with a hoarse voice I screamed: “Aaaah”

I had just come deep down my BFF’s throat.

She lifted her head, with a large grin on her face. Looking at me in the eyes, she then said, sheepishly:

“I didn’t want you to make the cushions dirty…”

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