I am in a really slutty phase of my life right now and I am doing terrible things. I have fucked married men and now have betrayed Carrie, one of my good friends.
Carrie was out of town for her new job. She texted me and told me that her and boyfriend, John, got into a fight before she left. She texted me that John said he was going to the neighborhood bar tonight and she wanted to see if I could go and check on him.
Me: Like you want me to see if he’s ok?
Carrie: I want to know who he’s with…or leaves with.
Me: Ohhh. I’m not gonna be there all night…I’ll stop by and see what’s up.
Carrie: Ok, thanks.
I had met John a few times and he always seemed like a nice guy and he was very handsome. He was like 6’4″ and Carrie had mentioned that he had a big dick.
I got to the bar around 11pm and I saw John was talking to a friend I had seen before. I went to the bathroom and texted Carrie.
Me: He’s here. Just talking to a friend. That tall guy with the beard and glasses.
Carrie: You just described almost all his friends…lol.
Me: Ok, should I go up to him or go home? I don’t want to drink here alone.
Carrie: He likes your boobs…he’s mentioned them. Maybe you should test him and see if he would go home with you!
Me: Noooo…I’m not gonna seduce your man. Did he really say he liked my boobs? lol.
Carrie: Yep. I think he is cheating but I can’t catch him.
Me: Well, I don’t think so. I’ll hang out with him and let you know if he leaves with any random sluts…lol.
It kinda turned me on when Carrie mentioned he liked my tits. I’m a 36C and Carrie’s a 34B. I’m the dark haired, curvy girl and she’s the pretty, tan, blonde. I went over and said Hi to him, wondering if he would even recognize me.
“Oh, hey, Ashley!”
“Hey, how are you? Where’s Carrie?” I asked.
“She’s out of town. This is my friend Jacob. Jacob, Ashley. So, what are you up to?”
“I just had a drink with a friend but she left…” I said.
“I’ll get you another one if you want to hang out with us
Jacob ended up buying me a drink and then another. I bought my own drink the third time when he was leaving. I got his number because we had been talking most of the night and he seemed cool. John was talking to a pretty girl in a dress and I kept my distance but watched from afar.
I went over to them and John kinda wrapped up the conversation. He introduced me to the girl in the dress and she said she would return and left.
“Who was that?” I asked.
“Just a girl” John said.
“Don’t worry…I won’t tell Carrie.”
“Ha. She probably sent you to spy on me.”
“What if she did?” I asked.
“Are you serious?” John asked, getting angry.
“No, I’m not…I did just text her that I ran into you though.”
“Ohhh.”
“And she did ask who you were with…” I said.
“Wow” John said.
“Should I say you are with some curvy, dark haired slut? We could take a pic and send it.”
“Haha…ok” John said.
We took a selfie and sent it to Carrie. I made sure to get my boobs in the shot. I was wearing a tight, black tank top with my tits busting out.
“Is that how you think of yourself?”
“What, curvy?” I teased.
“No, a slut. You are definitely curvy.”
“I don’t get laid enough to be a slut…but a slut also fucks men that are taken.”
“Oh…would you do that?” John asked.
“Maybe…Carrie told me you liked my tits. So it would have to be a guy that loves my curves.”
“She told you that?…Wait, is this a game where you try to seduce me? First you are spying on me and now seducing me? What the fuck?”
“Ok, Carrie jokingly mentioned it. I mean, I think it was a joke…”
“Wow, unbeleivable.”
“Sorry.” I said.
“Why are you playing her game?” John asked.
“I’m not…” I said. “I want to play my own game.”
“What?”
“I tell Carrie that you left alone and walking home… and that she has nothing to worry about…but maybe that’s a lie?”
“What would I be doing…”
“You’d be with me, silly” I said.
“Nice try…I’m not falling for that. I’m out.”
“John…I promise I’m not playing around. Let me prove it to you.”
“How?”
“Hold on I’ll be right back…oh text me right now” I said, writing down my number.
I went to the restroom and snapped a selfie of me with my tank top pulled down, showing my purple bra. I texted him: “I’m so wet just sitting next to you.” I took another selfie with my jeans unzipped and my hand down my panties. I rubbed my wet pussy for about 30 seconds before leaving the restroom.
I went back over to him and caught him looking at my pic on his phone.
“Do you want to smell where this hand has been?” I asked.
“Yes.”
I put my fingers up to his nose quickly. He smelled my pussy juices.
John paid his bill and we left, walking home. I texted Carrie that he was leaving alone and she had nothing to worry about. I showed it to John.
John didn’t say anything but nodded and we went up to his 3rd floor apartment. The door closed and I kissed him. He put his hands all over me, rubbing my tits and ass. I took off my tank top and jeans He felt my ass through my panties and spanked me. He pushed me over the arm of the sofa and hit me hard. I cried out and he pulled my panties down and licked my pussy from behind. I was so wet. I told him to stick a finger in my pussy while he licked. He did one and then two fingers. I came so hard as he finger fucked me and licked my pussy and ass.
I got down on my knees as he was taking his jeans off. He was only a little hard and his cock was so big. It was really thick. I got him hard pretty quick when I took him in my mouth and started stroking him. He then told me no hands and tried to fuck my mouth. I couldn’t take that much and gagged as his cock hit the back of my throat. He got me on all fours on the couch and fucked me hard from behind. His big cock stretched me out and I came in less than a minute. He said he wanted to cum on my tits or in my mouth. I told him to cum in my mouth and I’ll make sure it ends up on my tits.
As soon as I said that, he pulled out and I let him shoot his big load all in my mouth. I spit it out on my tits and some ran off my tits and on the red velvet couch. Dark spots formed on the couch between my pussy juice and his cum and John said “Fuck” and went to get wet paper towels.
I put my undewear back on and watched him clean it up. He asked if I would be reporting to Carrie or if this was our little secret. I told him it’s our secret but I was considering blackmail.
“Blackmail…how would that work?” John asked.
“I won’t tell her if you fuck me again sometime” I said.
“Ok, I can live with that.”