Me (female, 26) and Anthony (also 26) had always had a pretty special friendship. We had met on the first week of highschool, and my first impression of him was that he was kinda weird. I had always been a calmer person who observed other people a lot, and didn’t have a lot of buddies. Instead, I only really hung out with a handful of people, but these were really good, close friends.
As a shy, tomboyish girl I didn’t dare to speak to anyone at the beginning. I finally mustered up the courage to talk to Anthony, after I noticed that he seemed to really have taken a liking to another girl in the class. He was ashamed that I had noticed, but I instantly assured him that he should talk to her, and in the end he was lucky enough and she ended up being his first girlfriend. From that day on, we had been super close friends who shared most, if not everything from our personal lives.
When we finished High School, we attended the same University and continued our friendship. It got even closer than ever, due to us both losing our relationships because of the transition to long-distance when starting Uni. This ended up being the time when our friendship took a weird turn. First we started to talk about literally everything in our love lives, just to cope with being alone all of a sudden. Pretty quickly, I actually knew what he liked in bed, what his ex-girlfriend was like during sex, and I shared the same with him. One day, when I came across it randomly in a reddit comment, I actually dared to text him a pornhub link to a video that I was very sure he would like. I meant it kind of as a joke, but first he was weirded out. A few days later though, he messaged me saying that he enjoyed the video. And from that day on, we were sharing porn frequently.
One day a few years ago, it culminated in us hanging out at his place, when I remembered a video I forgot to send to him. I don’t know what came over me, before that we had only kept our “porn talk” to texting exclusively, but I just blurted it out. I took out my phone and showed it to him, and we ended up watching it together. It was kind of exciting to be watching this in his presence, but I could only do it because I felt safe and knew he wouldn’t get any ideas from it.
A week later, he did the same to me and just whipped out his phone, showing me a very cute amateur couple video. As the video was perfectly in my wheelhouse this time, I definitely started to feel a little lightheaded and felt a warmth between my legs, which felt strange while sitting so close to Anthony. I also realized that this was probably how he felt the week before. To get rid of the awkward silence, I opened my mouth to say something, anything.
“Oh wow, that was hot. It’s kinda weird to just watch these like that, isn’t it?”
He looked at me for a second and replied. “Yeah I guess … usually I don’t really just watch the full video too. But I don’t mind.”
“What do you mean?” I said, but immediately cursed myself for saying it, because obviously it was very clear what he meant. But before I could track back, he blurted out his answer, being equally as nervous as myself.
“Wellusuallyido-somethingelsewhilewatching.”
My heart was pounding. In any normal situation I would have laughed it off and told him he was being weird and out of line, I was comfortable enough with him to do that. But in that moment, I had just watched a girl with my own bodytype get railed in a really romantic way, and felt a little stickiness in my panties. So what I said had no connection to any rationale.
“Oh. Of course.. well … do you feel like doing that right now?”
His jaw dropped and he looked at me like I was an alien. I quickly added “not RIGHT now. You stay here, and I go to my bedroom. Would that be cool? I promise I wont come out or anything!”
He did not say anything, but just slowly nodded. I got up and slowly walked to my room, closing the door behind me. A few moments later, I heard the sound of a video coming from his phone and some shuffling. He was really starting to watch some porn and masturbate! I listened as hard as I could, standing inches away from the door. The sounds of his movement drove me over the edge, and I got on my own bed, unlocking my phone. I replayed the video we had just watched, and left the audio on – so I was sure he could hear waht I was doing too. I reached down my panties under my sweatpants, and quickly went to town on myself. The fact that my best friend was sitting outside my bedroom door, probably stroking his cock, was so hot that I came faster than ever before. I stayed in the room until I couldn’t hear anything from him anymore, and then I carefully asked if he was finished and if I could come out. He said yes, so I stepped out and sat down next to him. We awkwardly chatted, I even asked him how it was like the idiot I am.
Luckily, he took it well and from there on out, we would occasionally jerk off in the same apartment and once even in the same room. We were both under blankets, and put a video we both liked on the TV. Somewhere during that time, we had a talk over coffee about all this, and we agreed that it would all stay platonic and this was how far the “benefits” of our friendship would go. This worked out really well, we managed to keep this up for a good while without ever crossing any boundaries – never touching, always staying completely covered up, not staring at each other.
A few weeks ago though, I was in a special mood. I had just been binging “How to build a Sex Room” on Netflix. It was mostly some cheap entertainment, but I had to admit that I did like some of the things that were shown. I found myself really interested in bondage. I don’t know what it was, but something in me went crazy when I imagined being tied up like that. I went on a binge researching more bondage stuff all night, looked at videos of it, I was obsessed. I could not stop thinking about it for days, and at some point ordered a rope starter kit from Amazon.
Every day, I would see it just lie there uselessly. I was dying to try it out, but when I took a stab at it alone I couldn’t quite make it work. I already started to regret the purchase, but then I had an idea.
“Hey Anthony, wyd tonight?”
“Hi, nothing much. Wanna hang? We can watch Better Call Saul.”
“Sounds good.” I would visit his place in a short while, I just had to find a way to bring it up. I quickly changed clothes, put the ropes in my purse, and rode over.
For a while, we were just hanging out, shooting the shit as usual and discussing if we preferred Better Call Saul or Breaking Bad. Every minute, I glanced at my purse, knowing what was inside. I knew I had to bring it up at some point, so I’d rather get it over with.
“Anthony?”
“What’s now?”, he replied harshly. Sometimes, we were definitely acting like brother and sister.
“I have something to ask you. You know how we sometimes help each other out, with spicy videos that we think might interest us?”
He ruffled his eyebrows, clueless as to where this was going. “Sure???”
“I … I have something that interests me … it’s not a video or anything, but I still kind of need your help. Don’t worry, it’s nothing too crazy.”
“Okay … I guess? Or, I guess it depends on what it is.” he carefully replied.
“Dont’ worry. Remember that video I showed you recently, with the light choking? It’s something in that direction. A bit .. kinky.” I elaborated.
“Well?”
I turned massively red before I managed to get the words out. “I .. was watching How to build a Sex Room, and got really interested in the bondage thing …”
He still seemed super confused – “sooo .. okay?”
“You absolute idiot” I laughed. “I want to try it out, but I can’t do it by myself.”
He now also blushed faster than anything I had ever seen. “So .. you .. want us to do BDSM stuff???”
I now couldn’t stop laughing at how confused he was. “Hhahhahahaa … no!!!! Not really, just helping me tie myself up, I just wanted to try one pose to see how tight it is, I’m scared it hurts. Usually you have to do it naked but I’m wearing my bikini under this, that should work. No big deal, right?”
He was deep in thought for a second, I could tell from just looking at him that he was not really sure if this didn’t go too far. But then he looked at me and said “alright, I guess .. what do I have to do?”
I started explaining to him what I had already learned about it, what I wanted him to do and which pose I wanted to try. “This -“, I showed him a picture on my phone, “- is the basic frogtie. It’s an easy pose, but .. restricts movement really well.” On the picture, you could see a blonde woman having her arms tied to her back, and both of her legs tied together between thighs and ankles.
He checked out the picture and a short description of how to tie the knots. “I guess I can do that. Or at least try.”
That’s all I needed to hear. I got the ropes out from my purse and started to get undressed. Despite me thinking it wouldn’t be a big deal because I was in my bikini, which he had seen multiple times, my heart was accelerating when I dropped my skirt and took my top off in front of him. Admittedly, my bikini was a bit cheeky, with small bottoms tied at the sides. Definitely nothing I’d wear to a visit to the pool with family. I definitely noticed Anthony looking at me a little too intently for a second.
“Alright. So, this is how this will work. I’ll go here on the couch, and will get in the pose beforehand. All you have to do is help me put the ropes around me and tie the knots in the end.” I went over to the couch and sat down in what I assumed the frogtie pose would look like, but I could not get my legs up comfortably. It was too small. “Shit. This is too narrow.”
Anthony still had a puzzled look on his face, but I couldn’t blame him. “Just … I guess just go sit on my bed then, that’ll be better.” He went into his bedroom and I followed him. I kneeled down and started to wrap a rope around my ankles multiple times, then crossing over to my thighs, so they were bound tightly together. He had to help me hold the ropes in place while I tried to tie the knot. As these were done on the inside of my knees, I had to spread my legs apart, which made me feel really exposed. Especially with Anthonys hands fiddling in between my thighs, I started to think if I had maybe gone a little too far.
But then my legs were finally tightly bound together. I tried to close them again, but was shocked to realize that I couldn’t. I was not flexible enough to put my knees together with my ankles being forced to remain right below my butt. With my legs forced open quite a bit, I was praying that my bikini bottom would not betray me and properly covered everything.
“So now I do your arms?” Anthony asked, which snapped me back into reality. “Yes please”, I replied. I sat up as straight as I could and crossed my arms behind my back. Pretty quickly, he had wrapped them tightly and closed the knot, which pressed my wrists really closely together and pulled my shoulders back. Now I was finally bound completely, I could barely even move at all. I did not expect it to be so restricting. With my legs spread apart and my shoulders and arms pulled back, both my chest and my crotch were pretty damn exposed. My boobs were pressed out, the bikini top almost felt like it was about to burst.
Anthony took a step back and admired his work. “Is that fine? Does it hurt?”
I wanted him to do this, so I definitely did not want to say that I felt a bit uncomfortable in front of him. Anyhow, who would I even trust more than my best friend to try this with?
“It’s good. I think you did a good job.” But I slowly noticed that my feet were starting to hurt badly, they were forced back and I was sitting right on them.
“I … Tony, can you do me a favor? I can’t keep sitting like this, my feet are killing me. Can you help me get on my side or something?”
Carefully, he grabbed my shoulders and helped put my down on my right side. “Thanks. That’s better.”
“How does it feel?” he asked me. I blushed.
“It .. feels great. Like I’m … like my body is being presented. I feel a bit powerless, but I guess that’s the point.”
His voice had shifted a bit, to a more sinister but also kind of mocking voice, as he spoke up again. “You’re definitely being presented, that’s for sure.”
In shock, I looked over to him – he had walked around the bed a bit and was now standin on my other side, where he had a good view of my ass. I cursed myself, I knew I should have worn my grandma bottoms, I don’t know what came over me when I picked the cheeky ones..
“What the hell are you doing you asshole! Come back over here where I can see you!!!” I half-laughed at him, but still intended it as a command.
He did oblige, sitting down on the bed facing my front again. “So .. what do you want me to do then? Take the ropes off again?”
“No … I don’t know”, I answered. I honestly hadn’t thought that far. “Let me think. I guess it’s better to try it out for longer anyways, see if it starts to hurt.”
“I mean, what’s even the point when people do this?”
“I guess some people like when they give up control. You know?” I tried to find an explanation.
“Hmm. Yeah I guess I can see that.”, he was pacing up and down the room, apparently bored.
As I was just lying there, limbs bound together, thinking about ideas or if we should untie me and try another pose, I slowly started to feel uncomfortable. While I was here with my best friend, it still felt kind of wrong to lie here, ass and tits almost out, and wearing so little cloth. I was thinking about ending it here. But then he suddenly moved around.
He grabbed my iPad and sat down on the bed next to me. “What are you doing??” I asked him. He didn’t answer, but then he placed the tablet in front of my face. “The fuck you on about??” I asked him, while looking at him.
He just pointed at the screen, so I turned my eyes. On the tablet, a video was playing. It was the video I had watched when we were last getting off together. A very cute amateur couple was making out, slowly undressing each other, and then fucked each other while spooning, with her leg lifted up high so you could see everything perfectly. It was definitely one of my all time favorites because of how adorable the two are and how you could clearly see they loved each other.
“What the heck?? What’s that?” I asked him.
He stood over me, looking a little disappointed at my obliviousness. “It’s a porn. Obviously. Supposed to turn you on or something. Isn’t that a good idea to try with bondage, see if you like it in that context?”
I wasn’t sure if he was being really smart, or if he was rude by putting me on the spot like that. But he was forthcoming: “I can leave if you want? Just let me know when I should come back and turn it off or untie you.”
Without waiting for my response, he apparently left because I heard the door close behind me. Having no other choice, I turned my attention back to the video. It was around the time they were taking each others pants off, his bulge clearly showing. She playfully poked at it while they both laughed and kissed each other, it was so wholesome. Slowly, it turned really steamy though as they got naked. The way they gently touched each others bodies was exactly how I liked it… and then he got between her legs and lovingly nibbled on her clit and labia. I was mesmerized and started to feel warm. As they got into it, I definitely got horny, and when I wanted to massage my tits I snapped back to reality, when I realized that I was unable to move. I would have to watch that video without being able to touch myself.
As the video got hotter, it started to feel like torture. I was completely unable to look away, as they started 69ing, it began to feel the heat in my nether regions and realized that I got wet. This scared me, because my bikini was a light grey, clearly showing dark spots when wet. If Anthony came in now, he would totally see that. My heart started pounding, both with excitement and nervousness. But quickly I got sucked back into the video. As he laid her down on her back and got between her spread legs, aligning his cock with her slit, I whispered “yessss… fuck me” to myself, I was extremely horny now. The fact that I was so exposed and could not control it made it even worse, and I was really begging for relief, I desperately needed to touch myself.
“Damn, you’re pretty into it aren’t you.” I screamed as I was surprised to hear Anthonys voice behind me, and I swirled around. “WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???”. He had never left, and faked it by opening the door and closing it. That motherfucker had fooled me and was watching me the whole time.
My heart was pounding like crazy now. My attention darted back and forth between the couple in the video, who were now fucking enthusiastically, and Anthony, who betrayed me to stay in the room and apparently watch me. I was painfully aware of the wet spot in between my legs. What if he stepped around the corner of the bed and noticed it?
“Keep watching”, he said in a calm manner. I wanted to resist, but what really were my options? I was already turned on enough that I couldn’t keep my eyes off it anyways. So I watched, as the guys cock drilled her pussy, as they changed position and made love to each other in missionary, and as he finally pulled out and came all over her belly and pussy. When the video finished, my head was empty.
My girl parts were tingling and radiating heat, I was sure anyone on the block would have been able to feel it. I needed to get off, now. “Can you .. untie me now please?” I begged Anthony. But I think my voice betrayed me, I sounded like someone who would do anything to cum now.
Slowly, I saw him walk around the bed from the corner of my eyes. “DONT!” I cried out, in panic. But he went on and sat down in front of me again, confused why I would tell him not to. “What?? I’m just sitting here …”
Luckily, he did not notice anything, and went back to browsing the tablet. I took a breather and tried to calm down. “Did you like that?” he asked me in a very matter-of-factly voice.
“…. yes.” I honestly replied to him.
“More or less than normally, with the ropes and all?” he wanted to know.
My brain wasn’t working anymore. “More. But it’s frustrating too”, I replied before really thinking.
“Frus….?” he pondered, before it finally clicked. He looked at me, then at my chest where my clearly hard nipples were visible though the top, and finally to my crotch. Due to my legs being bent backwards, my pelvis was pushed out towards him. He could definitely see the wet spot and maybe even an outline.
It was like I could see the puzzle pieces fall into place in his head in real time. For a moment, his eyes were fixated on the spot between my legs, and I started to feel kind of ashamed.
He quickly grabbed the tablet, browsed a little and started to play another video by the same couple from before. I had never been more conflicted in my whole life. Half of me just wanted out, to leave this awkward situation. But my other half was already pulled in by the guy caressing the girls naked body, and slowly inching closer and closer to her pussy. I desperately wanted to get rid of these ropes to touch myself, I was incredibly pent up.
Anthony noticed me writhing and squirming, I was becoming more and more restless the closer the guys fingers got to her puffy vulva. I was fully fixated on the screen, when I suddenly felt his hand on my upper thigh, mirroring the position in the video.
“TONY! WHAT THE FUCK!” I thought I screamed out, but in reality it was more of a whimper.
My face turned deep red. I realized that my horniness was definitely impacting my decision making, but I could not act completely rationally anymore. “Stop. Please no touching, as we said… but you can stay and watch with me.”
I was happy that he obliged, in two ways – he listened to me and took his hand away, but he did get comfortable with me on the bed to be able to watch the video together. While I was looking at the video, I did notice that his eyes wandered a lot and he threw quite a few glances at my body. To be honest, with the position I was in, I could not blame him. I wasn’t even paying attention to my favorite online couple anymore, I was just waiting for his gaze to wash over my body again. Every time I saw his head move, it sent electric pulses through me. I got even wetter now, almost the whole crotch part of my bikini bottoms was now a darker shade. And he could clearly see it, which made me even more horny.
“Tony?” I asked with a whispering voice.
“Yes?”
“You can look. It’s okay.” I was now admitting to him and to myself that I liked to be seen, to be looked at in this circumstance.
He turned off the tablet sceen, put it on my nightstand, and turned towards me. His breathing was clearly also getting heavier, and I noticed a bulge in his lap. “That’s because of me, just from looking at me”, I thought to myself.
Now, my horny brain started to work against myself. I had just disallowed him touching my body, but at the same time I realized my need to feel his strong hands on my skin. “Can you … help me turn to the other side? My left shoulder starts to hurt.” I asked him, even though it was obvious that with a little momentum, I could have probably rolled over myself.
Again, he gently grabbed my shoulders and gave me a nudge. But instead of rolling my onto my other side, he stopped when I was laying on my back. Because my hands were perfectly crossed behind my back, it was surprisingly comfortable. But due to the frogtie stance and my lack of flexibility, my legs were forced spread apart. The bikini bottoms were barely holding on, revealing some skin on both sides of the inside crease between my legs, and definitely fully displaying the wet spot now. Despite still somewhat clothed, I had never felt more exposed before in my life. I couldn’t really see it, but I prayed that there was no cameltoe situation going on.
Anthony suddenly stood up and walked to the foot end of the bed, now facing my and having an unobstructed view of my crotch. My throat felt like it was closed up, I was unable to get a single word out, as I watched him just stand there, with the tent in his pants giving away that he liked this just as much as I did. Two lifelong best friends, exposed by their own bodily functions, I thought. This all happened within a window of two seconds, then he moved. He grabbed my phone from the nightstand and went back to his position at the end of the bed. “What are you doing?” I thought to ask him, but was still unable to make a sound.
He held it up towards me, fiddled around with it for a second and then I heard the sound of the camera going off. “A souvenir for you”, he said and showed me the screen. On the photo you saw me on the bed, legs spread, wearing a bikini that I now realized was way too small, all limbs tied up, and with a dripping wet bottom. I definitely looked exactly like a porn actress, and I realized that this is what I must have looked to him the whole time.
Then he sat on the edge of the bed, almost between my knees, and held the phone closer to me, to shoot another one. After that, he scooted even closer for a third picture. And then finally, he held the phone forward, right between my thighs, taking a closeup of my crotch. His hands were a fraction of an inch away from touching me, and I felt his closeness electrify the air. Without showing me, he put the phone down and looked at me. It must have been more than obvious that his actions made me hornier and hornier by the second, and I realized that at this point, he knew exactly what he was doing.
Like in slow motion, he lifted his hand up and moved it towards me. He held open with his fingers slightly apart. It moved closer and closer to my crotch. I closed my eyes, anticipating the touch – – – but it never happened. I opened my eyes back up and saw his hand, hover over my bottoms, just barely not touching. I started to squirm and buckle a bit, completely involuntarily. My body was aching for the touch, but even with my movements I did not reach his hand.
I held my breath, collecting my courage to tell him to please put his hand down on my crotch, but before I was ready, I suddenly felt something – but not his hand cupping my sex like I had longed for. Instead, I felt his fingers on the sides of my hips, so I tried to hold my head up to see what he was doing. I was shocked and my jaw dropped open. With one hand on each side, Anthony was opening the tied strings of my bikini bottoms that held them together.
“TONY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!” I yelled, as I suddenly snapped out of my euphoria. But before he could even react, he grabbed the seam of my panties and pulled it downwards. My pussy was now fully exposed, in all its pink wetness, and he was looking directly at it. I continued to tell him to stop and to cover me back up and to untie me immediately, but it seemed like he didn’t even hear me. Mirroring his movement from a minute ago, he again lifted my phone and took a closeup photo of my dripping pussy with it.
“Please …” was all I could get out at that point. My heart was still pounding so hard that I could feel it in my throat. I had never felt so vulnerable ever before in my life, and somehow this made me even more wet. I felt a tiny bead of it form in between my folds and slowly drip down my labia, and my best friend was watching it happen from close distance. After a moment that felt like eternity, he looked me right in the eyes.
“You want to get off?”
Once again, these five words flipped the switch back from “SCARED” to “HORNY”, for the third time in the last fifteen minutes. I couldn’t make a noise, so I nodded my head repeatedly, really fast. Even the imagination of him touching me finally made my eyes roll back in my head. He finally moved. But yet again, I never felt his touch. Instead, he scooted up and grabbed the seam of his own pants, and quickly pulled them down. I gasped as I saw his cock for the first time, hard as a rock. He had a perfectly trimmed, average sized dick, to my surprise not circumcised. Then he grabbed it and started to jerk himself off, while sitting so close to my naked self, in between my knees. His movements looked quick and erratic, like he was in a trance. I had never thought of my best friend in that way; even with our co-masturbation sessions, the fact that I actually saw his erect manhood felt very different.
Without stopping to stroke his cock, he scooted closer. And closer. And even closer, pointing his shaft down with his hand. It was now so close to my pussy that I could feel the heat radiate from it. Then, his stroking slowed down, and he pulled his foreskin back with his fingers, to reveal the swollen, red tip of his cock. He looked at me, I only managed to shake my head a tiny bit, which he probably did not even notice. He quickly readjusted his body, and within a second he was leaning over me, supporting himself with one arm by my side, his other hand guiding his cock between my wet labia.
Once again I shook my head, more noticeable this time, but he wasn’t even looking anymore. I realized I needed to speak out if I wanted to stop this, but the electrifying feeling of his cock finally touching me down there won over any rational thought. I just wanted him inside me now, so I could finally feel the sweet release. Then he pushed in, and finally I heard a sound from my mouth again, even if it was just an involuntary groan. He moved slowly at the beginning, pushing deeper into my hole with every stroke, until he bottomed out.
Anthony started to fuck me faster now, and I loved the feeling of his hard cock being swallowed up by my walls repeatedly. I couldn’t believe that my best friend was railing me, and even more than that I couldn’t believe how much I loved it. My insticts were to use my hands to keep his hips at a distance so he doesn’t thrust too deep, or to wrap my legs around his body to pull him close. But I couldn’t do any of that, I was completely at his mercy, nothing but a real human fuckdoll.
His thrusts became more and more powerful, as if he slowly lost control over himself. I never wanted him to stop, his cock was harder than anything I had ever felt before. All I wanted now was to get fucked by Anthony until I came, my mind was now finally on the same page as my body. I was able to drop my inhibitions and found my voice again. I moaned and whispered to him to fuck me harder, which he did. Because my hips were pushed upwards by my feet below me, his pelvis rubbed over my clit on every thrust. It felt incredible. He also started to moan breathe heavy now, and I realized he must have been close to orgasm.
“Oh yeah Anthony please fuck me. You can take my top off and cum on my tits”, I told him between moans. I wanted to see and feel his hot cum so bad. But as he started to deeper and faster and his moans became louder, he didn’t pull out. Like in ecstacy he continued to drill into me, and I began to feel his cock twitch and throb inside me.
“Tony, pull out and cum on my tits .. or face”, I told him again. No reaction.
He moaned even louder, opening his mouth wide.
“TONY! PULL OUT!” I felt his cock grow inside me.
“please … don’t …” I begged him.
But too far gone, he readjusted and kept pushing his cock into me. The change of his angle now really hit the perfect spot, and within a few strokes I felt myself be driven over the edge. A powerful orgasm washed over me. My legs began to shake, as much as the ropes allowed them to, and my walls tightened up around Athonys cock as they convulsed. I had never felt such an intense orgasm before. The added tightness now squeezed his penis on every push, which also caused him to cum as well. He almost screamed his last moan, stopped moving deep inside me, and his cock grew even harder for a second, before it released huge loads of cum into my womb, twitching like crazy.
We were both panting and sweating, and he collapsed on top of me, his cock still inside my vagina, but slowly sliding out as it was getting limp. I felt his hot cum dripping out of me, it was way too much to be contained. I tried to collect my thoughts, but my mind was going crazy. I wanted to be angry at him because he did this to me, but it was my dear Tony and I loved him so much. I wanted to shout at him that he should have used a condom or at least pulled out, but in all honesty, I felt more sexually gratified than ever before, and I was sure it was because he just used me so animalistically to pump his cum into me.
So in the end, I did nothing of the sort and just laid there in silence, enjoying his closeness as he rested his head on my chest. I kind of wanted to hug him with my arms now, but was still unable to move anything. After a few minutes, he was the first to speak up. “Are you … okay?”
At that moment, I decided to forgive him and tell him the truth. “I … yes. I’m fine. In fact, I’m happy. I can deal with … the situation later. Not really stoked about the pill after, but .. I’ll be okay, and I want you to know that I really enjoyed it. I am happy that we finally did it. Yes, we are friends, and I hope that doesn’t change, but having sex with you was good as well. No one has ever made me cum so hard, and I think it’s because I was comfortable enough with you to try this bondage thing. And to be honest, that really helped too …. I really enjoyed being so exposed and powerless. Being used by you, to fuck me as hard as you want, my pussy being only yours to use as you please …”
I was surprised at my own openness and explicit language. These ropes really seemed to have awakened something … way more sexual in me. And my words seemed to have an effect on Anthony as well. As he sat up, I saw that his cock was hard and ready again. He started to run his hands over my boobs, thighs, stomach, he clearly wanted me again.
“Tony … not now, please, I am so sore.”
The next second, I found myself being spun around by his powerful arms. He turned me over to my stomach, with my face down. He slapped my ass, and then lifted me up a little to put a pillow below my hips. Then he spread my legs further apart, to give himself easy access to my holes. “TONY!!!” I yelled once again, but even before I had finished saying his name, I already wanted to feel his cock again. He mounted me and once more aligned his tip with my tight opening. This time, he did not start slowly or gently.
As he slid inside, he rested his whole weight on top of me, to bury his full length in my pussy. I damn near fainted when he instantly started to thrust and fuck me from behind.
“Your. Pussy. Is. Only. Mine. To. Use. As. I. Please.” he stuttered out, one word on every stroke. I felt so powerless and dominated, and still so content by being filled up with his girth. While he fucked me like that, he untied my bikini top on my back and wiggled it out from under me and between my tied arms, ripping it apart and throwing it to the side. Now fully naked, I felt even more vulnerable, as if that had even been possible. While driving his cock in and out, he reached his hands underneath my torso to grab my tits. Having only his hips left as leverage, he fucked me like a rabbit with short, fast strokes, putting pressure on my g spot and clit from behind with every movement.
“Your. Pusssy. Issss. Miiineee.” he grunted out a final time, already coming to a climax and spraying another hot load of cum into me. This time, I eagerly awaited the feeling of being filled by his warm semen and his throbbing cock. Once again, he collapsed right next to me and needed a moment to come back to reality. After that, he was no longer the possessed animal I heard and felt just a minute ago, and he was back to his usual gentle and goofy self.
He finally untied me, after which we rested on the bed, cuddling and kissing for a few minutes, before we took a shower together (during which he made me cum a second time with his fingers, but that’s another story), and he even went to get the morning-after-pill for me and paid the 60 dollars for it. Since that day, we have still remained best friends, just with the added bonus that we sometimes decide to fuck like animals and always have somebody to try new kinks out with.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wxr2j4/mf_asking_my_best_friend_to_help_me_try_out
Enjoyed this very much! Well written!
And I came 😘😅