My first ever friend with benefits was when I was around 17 years old, I felt like king of the world and I could get away with anything that I wanted to. She was a a very athletic but relatively petite dirty blonde girl. I quickly learned that she was extremely loyal and kinky, whatever I wanted her to do she would always say yes no matter what it would involved. After 6 months of a lot of fun, sneaking around and getting her to carryout some of my wildest fantasies we stopped the fun when I moved to university.
However, we never stopped keeping in touch and whenever one of our relationships hit a major bump then we would take the frustrations out on one another. this didn’t happen often but probably 3 times in the 6 years after we stopped our regular fun.
This particular occasion occurred when we were both living in London as young professionals. I thought I could get away with anything, earning a reasonable salary and able to afford decent bars dinner etc to show off to who ever my current interest was. I was in a steady, yet not overly exciting relationship at the time when my friend, Emily, messaged me asking if I wanted to go out for a drink that Saturday. A drink was something we did rarely so I accepting in the knowledge this would be more cordial.
When Saturday came around, Emily showed up at my draw looking incredible. She wasn’t a girl to put on a lot of make up but she was glowing, she was wearing a very short black dress that covered her ass but not much else. I raised my eyes at her as she walked in through the front door of my flat and embraced me tightly, immediately leading me to think that I had miss read the agenda.
We sat down for a drink before we headed out and after 15 minutes or so she said she would prefer to just chill and watch a film (this was before Netflix and Chill) but needed something more relaxing to put on. I pointed her towards my spare room where I stored my clothes. After a while I called out asking if she was ok, to which she mumbled something back. Not being able to hear her I got up to see what was up. I walked into the spare room and immediately was faced with Charlotte wearing nothing more than a tiny little black lacy thong. “Well you could have just asked if you wanted to see me like this” she said. I laughed at her, clearly having been drawn into her plan to make me horny, found my sweat pants for her to put on and went back into the lounge to watch a film.
She sulked into the room and snuggled up with me on the sofa, and before long had her head resting in my lap. She had always given the most incredible deep throat BJs and she knew her mouth being so close to my cock would make me hard and as she felt me harden under her head, she teased with her fingers trying to provoke a reaction again.
I stood up again barely able to control myself and asked her to get changed and we were heading to a bar. Sulking but obliging she got changed into her tiny dress and we headed out to a nice, dark, professionals bar about 15 minutes from my flat.
When we got in I found us some nice chairs whilst she offered to go find drinks. As she headed to the bar she looked back at me and smiled. Clearly she was up to something. She got to the busy bar and slid herself between two burly men to order a drink. Her dirty blonde hair showed up actions and intent against the dark bar and within seconds I could see her pick up a conversation with one of the guys next to her. She casually looked back at me, flicked her hair, smiled and then squeezed in tighter with him. They ordered a drink together and now I knew her plan was to make me jealous. If I wasn’t going to take her home then someone else would.
I sat for another 20 minutes or so watching the two flirting, with her normal game playing out and saw her quickly move to her time trodden move of asking the guy to remove her underwear from under her dress. This was something we used to do frequently, I had become very adapt and doing it and it was always amusing to see other guys struggle and maintain their ‘game’ however, this time I saw some subtle hand movements and a gentle tug and her thong was torn straight of her. Emily looked shocked but immediately transfixed on this guy. The guy smirked then dropped her lace thong to the floor. I took this as my cue to level the bar.
I left the bar for another bar and bumped into a few friends before I returned back to my flat in the early hours. As I neared the front door of my flat I could hear some commotion inside my flat and opened the door to the clear sound of Emily moaning. I walked straight through to my Lounge and could see Emily bent over my dinning table being spit roasted by the guy I had seen at the bar and clearly another friend she had met. Emilys tiny dress had slipped up over her ass, exposing her to the burly guy pounding away aggressively behind her, and had already left some clear hand prints on her ass checks, whilst Emily’s dress had been pulled or probably ripped down the front, exposing her subtle, perts tits, which were being greedily played with by both men. No one stopped as I walked in and Emily clearly made eye contact with me as she was sucking off her new friend proudly on my table.
My entrance clearly spurred her on as she swallowed his cock whole and sent the guy moaning loudly as she used her legendary skills to give him probably the best BJ he had ever had. Within 30 second of me in the room, I could see him start to twitch and grabbed the back of her head forcefully pushing himself as deep down her throat as he could before he started to unload. Emily held eye contact with me as I could see her eyes starting to water and her throat bulging with his cock unloading itself down her throat. He started to pull himself away but she worked away, ensuring she sucked him clean of every last drop of cum.
I laughed and made my way to my bedroom, keen to avoid the mess and with a few drinks in me managed to fall asleep against the noises of Emily being forcibly pounded by one or two men and her rhythmical moaning in reply to the thrusts of cock in her.
After a while of sleeping I was disturbed and I felt my bed move and a cold naked body wrapped up against me. She took me hand and played my index finger on her clit, rubbing it slowly and allowing me to feel all the juices that were leaking out from her.
She whispered in my ear. “Just wait for next time”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t3k34h/the_return_and_revenge_of_emily_mmf