Taking Ashley [mf] [trigger warning?] [rough]

The second story I’ve posted. I thought keeping a raw, sort of “journal-esque” tone was more powerful than a grammatically-perfect, structured essay. My DMs are always open for feedback. Thank you for reading!

He was my best guy friend in the world since 2013. He married my best girl friend in 2016. The boy I had dated since 2010 was his man of honor. Absolutely perfect, right? His new wife, and my long-time boyfriend admitted a year into the marriage that they had been having an affair the entire time. Cue major depression, and us leaning on each other like never before. When I go through heartbreak, allll my emotions turn off. My best friend is the opposite, allll his feelings turn all the way up to 100. So, we’re spending all this time together being sad and trying to be okay. He “falls in love with me” right? So whatever, eventually things calm down and we’re back to the regular schedule of weekly game nights and almost daily phone calls but not like spending nights crying together anymore right? We both have long term sobriety.

A few years go by and I get out of yet another toxic relationship and go back to leaning on my best friend like mad. I also decide to start drinking again. I start bringing wine to our game nights. He started buying wine &whiskey to have on hand for me. One night, we’re playing cribbage and cards, listening to music, watching wrestling, the typical night. And he asks me, you wanna get drunk tonight? And I’m like sure!!!! I’m a brand new drinker and I looove drinking but I don’t get much of a chance to drink with covid and being a relatively new single mom.

So he starts pouring me whiskey shots and we decide to play a drinking game. I remember laughing, having a fantastic time, thinking I should drink over here like this more often! I remember at one point we were giggling and pretending to dance the jive and the twist to rap music. I remember the first three shots, and that’s it.

I came out of it choking on his dick and my tears, spit, and snot. I was sobbing and felt like I was dry heaving around a huge fist down my throat. I choked but froze for a second because I realized it was just a nightmare. Like the really vivid ones that feel so real, and I feel so scared. I have them often. But then I remember finally opening my eyes with my mouth full of cock, barely able to make out my best friend’s face through the mess. I was at the foot of his bed on the floor of his bedroom, where I had only been in a couple times before to chase his cats around, and never ever with his presence. I started trying desperately to grab his legs to pull him out of me. He had a hold of my by the back of my head and quickly held me down until I felt my throat open all the way up for him. He used his elbow to hold my head down as the started punching and pinching my arms so I’d stop my desperate assault on his legs.

As he gripped my hair again, he said loudly and firmly, over my choking and crying, “Ashley, are you okay?” And pulled my hair back harder, somehow pushing himself even further down my throat. He humped my face for what felt like an eternity. My arms felt completely weak and the position he had me in was so uncomfortable it felt like my neck would break at any second. He was knees bent, throat fucking me like an animal, my defeated body only being held up by his fist around my hair. Finally, he finished. He had mercy there at least, and pulled out to cum into his hand. I collapsed onto the floor and felt my energy come back tenfold. I started frantically searching for my clothes and phone as he ignored me and fetched tissues from the other side of the room.

I found my t-shirt and I remember when I put it on, being amazing how soaked it was from just wiping my face. I ran downstairs into the garage and called the only person I knew would be awake at this time of night and lived right down the street- my “friend” P***** who had fucked my ass not even three weeks before. I had forgiven him because he was as drunk as I was, and really believe he didn’t remember. Also, his dick was really small compared to my best friend’s dick which felt painfully huge. As soon as Peter confirmed that, of course he’d be right there. I re-entered the house through the garage to find B*** sitting on the stairs waiting for me with a glass of water. I shook as he handed it to me.

He had filled my purse with all my belongings and walked me up the stairs of his split-level duplex to the front door. There, he opened the door, gently nudged me outside with a kiss on the shoulder, and locked the door behind me. Eventually as my tears start to subside (I didn’t even notice I was still crying) I fumble in my purse for my cigs. I notice B*** had snuck in my pack the rest of his American Spirits. “How generous,” I think to myself. P***** picks me up, I told him “no, I wasn’t crying, just take me home please.” He takes me back to his place. He pours me a shot when we walk in the door. I take it. I wake up the next morning in P*****’s bed, damp with yet another load of his disgusting cum spilling out of my ass.

This was the first week of October in 2020.

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