I wrote this with a friend on here u/Refill16 Ty for all the editing, dialogue, and orgasms.

A sweet/spicy little scenario where you seduce your lesbian best friend.

They stumble into her house, laughing as the door closes behind them. 

“That was pretty fun tonight!” She says with a smile. “So, you can take the couch, although I need to find some more blankets.” She takes off her coat and hangs it on the rack. He follows suit, kicks off his shoes, and then glances down at her feet.

“You still have your shoes on, idiot.” He says it fondly and she looks down at her combat boots and tries to kick them off. He watches her struggle for a minute, sighs, and pushes her against the wall making her squawk. He bends down to untie the laces, takes hold of her foot, and pulls them off one at a time. “Was that so hard?” He asks as he finishes. She sinks against the wall as he gets up, feeling shorter and smaller. She looks up at him but he’s already glancing into the living room.

He looks at her old lumpy couch and scoffs. “C’mon, your bed is more comfortable.” He says,  leaning in and putting his hand against the wall above her ear. “You wouldn’t make a friend sleep on the couch, would you?” He playfully twirls a strand of her short red hair. “Or is it something else?” He teases as he pulls on it and she shakes her head. Of course, there’s no reason not to let him sleep in her bed, she’s had friends stay over before.

They are so close she can smell his cologne mixed with his own musk, and she considers her options. She’s never had a man in her bed, but this isn’t just some random dude. They have been good friends for a few years now. It might be nice to chat and relax together. 

“Alright, sure. You keep on your side, no touching.” She smiles a little flirtatiously and makes her way up to the bedroom. She can’t help but turn her head and stick out her tongue as he follows her.

“Well, I move around a lot in my sleep.” He says, reasonably, while walking behind her. “I might touch you a little accidentally.” He grabs her waist from behind and she brushes off his arms. He watches her move out of grasp and move her hips side to side dramatically. She’s always had fantastic curves and he admires her round ass. He is going to touch her, accidentally or otherwise.

She can’t help but picture his arms wrapped around her, their legs entangled. She shakes her head; the idea is ridiculous. She’s a lesbian, after all. Still, it’s a little appealing, but it’s not what he meant, right? “Yeah, I can squirm a little too, so I get it. You can't really control what you do in your sleep so I understand.” She pictures the types of squirming she’s usually doing with her partners in bed and blushes; that’s not what she meant!

They are at the top of the stairs and she pushes the door open. He leans over to talk directly into her ear. “Mmm, you’re so understanding. I always liked that about you.” His breath raises goosebumps all over her bare arms, which he notices. “You don’t blame me for things I can’t control.” She turns her head and he’s looking at her face intently. She can’t help but notice how dark his brown eyes are. 

“R-right, well, I’m on the left side.” Her face flushes and she breaks eye contact, moving into the closet to change. She doesn’t usually wear pajamas but an old t-shirt and shorts are lying in the ‘mostly clean’ pile and she slips into them.

By the time she emerges, he’s on the opposite side of the room in just his navy blue boxers.  His back is to her as he checks his phone and she sits on the edge of the bed. He’s in good shape and she can’t help but look over his muscles. He has a great ass, strong and well-defined legs. Even if she’s gay, she still has eyes. He has a nice body.

He turns around and catches her staring. He smirks, “Oh, you like what you see, huh?” He looks over her t-shirt; it’s baggy but doesn’t hide her large tits. The shorts are tiny and show off her shapely legs. He gets into bed and lies next to her, leaving himself uncovered by the blanket.

Her eyes darted down to look down at his bulge. She bites her lip as she pulls the blanket up to her chest.

She continues their conversation. “Well, we all have things we can't control, like how sometimes I snort when I laugh, or yawn if someone else yawns…” She looks at her friend, there’s a heat in his eyes, and speaks without thinking “or how I’m getting wet lying next to you.” She swallows and can feel her heart thudding in her chest. Those drinks must have affected her more than she thought. She can feel the heat rising between her legs. It makes no sense.

“Really? Are you wet right now?” He sounds surprised but there’s something else in his voice she can’t identify. He thinks of all the times she’s gotten so close, leaned on his shoulder, sat on his lap. He always thought she was cluelessly driving him crazy. Her body’s physical response to having him in her bed was interesting, maybe she wasn’t so clueless after all.

She stutters. “I mean, um, well. Yes. Those drinks must have hit hard, I’m not sure why I said that.” She trails off. It’s the first time she’s had a man in her bed and suddenly she’s craving human contact - to be touched and seen. He can tell she wants to make excuses for her body’s reaction but he’s not going to let her evade him so easily.

“No way, I don’t believe you!” He says, leaning back. “You’re always talking about how men don’t do anything for you, so insistent that you only find girls hot.” He chuckles and puts his hands behind his head. “I wanna see it.” He smiles at her sharply.

She lets out an incredulous laugh. He can’t be serious, right? “C’mon, it was embarrassing enough to admit to. I’m a lesbian, it’s not like there’s much point…” She trails off. “It’s too embarrassing.” She looks away from his face, blushing.

He rubs her shoulder consolingly. He thinks of her spreading her lips for him and he refuses to back down. “It’s not embarrassing. You don’t have control over it.” He moves closer and she looks at him as he speaks. “Now, you’ve told me about it anyway. You might as well show me. We’re friends, aren’t we? I bet you’ve been naked in front of your girlfriends, what’s the big deal? Otherwise, you’re just teasing me.” There’s a challenge in his voice as if he’s daring her, the same way he would when trying to get her to try spicy hot wings. It’s so familiar and yet so different.

“You really want to see?” The thought of showing him is exciting but terrifying. She’s flattered at the heat in his eyes and his nerve by even asking her. Does he think she will show him? Or does he think she’s too scared to show him?

“Mhmm, I’ve always wanted to see your pussy. Just out of curiosity, you know? I’m sure it’s a very pretty pussy.” His hand continues to rub her shoulder as he talks. She pushes the blanket off and puts her thumbs on the sides of her shorts. She’s unsure what she’s doing but her body is telling her to listen and obey.

She slides her shorts and underwear off in one swift movement. Lying next to him, she spreads her lips so he can see. He leans over her and smiles. His face is so close and she stays still as he gets closer, his breath on her skin. She smells tangy and sweet. 

“Fuck it looks so inviting,” He says, stressing the last word. She feels exposed as he looks at her, what is she thinking? She’s always been a little self-conscious of how her pussy looks so she can’t deny that it’s nice to get validation, enthusiasm, even lust. Still, she agreed to show him only. She closes her legs and pulls the blanket to cover herself. Her heart is beating so loudly she thinks he must be able to hear it.

“You know, I show you mine, you show me yours.” She says it boldly without thinking. There’s a pause and she bites her lip.

He laughs, “Curious to see a real dick, huh? I thought you were all about being patient, slow and steady.” He teases, recalling when they had raced to a pizza joint. He had won, but she had insisted she would have won a longer race. 

“I mean, you know, it’s not like I’m dying to see it.” It’s a lie. Just a tiny fib. “Anyway, I usually sleep naked, so there's not much point in putting my underwear back on. But, could you close your eyes while I take off my shirt?” She’s trying to change the subject. She’s not going to let him intimidate her.

He’s on to her, but doesn’t call her on it. “You have such a pretty pussy. You’ve really never had a dick in there?” He thinks about her beautiful cunt, it’s such a waste. He imagines how it would look stretched around his cock. She’s wet, ready for him to mount her. She’s practically begging for it.

“Why is that so hard to believe, not everything is about dick, you dick!” She punches his arm lightly. “I’ve had toys and fingers, this is a dickless zone. Anyway, close your eyes.” Her jokes can’t diffuse the charged atmosphere of the room.

“You want me to close my eyes? I’ve already seen a lot more than your chest. Aren’t you kind of an exhibitionist anyway? Didn’t you flash those dudes that time we were in a limo?” His 30th birthday party, way too many shots of tequila. “It’s kinda dark anyway. I probably wouldn’t see much.” He’s leaned back again, confident and sure.

“So, back to what we were talking about.” He glances at the blanket covering her and smiles. “How many fingers can you fit in there? It must be pretty tight.”

A shocked giggle escapes her lips. “Well, wouldn’t you like to know? My tight dyke pussy getting you all hot and bothered?” As the words come out of her mouth she realizes she wants them to be true. She wants him to want her. He raises his eyebrow at her, a knowing look. “You can look away now.” He turns his head to the left and she turns to the right, taking off her shirt slowly. She throws it on the floor and brings the blanket up to cover herself. “But to answer your question, probably like two or three fingers. Well, the third if I’m super wet.” Like I am now, she thinks. 

When she meets his eyes again he is already staring at her with lust. “Those are some nice tits.” He says.“ Sorry, I didn’t mean to look, I thought you were under the covers already.” She nods; she had moved slowly. He grins at her naïve nature, she has no idea how men work. “How wet are you now? Two fingers wet or three fingers wet?”

She’s not used to someone so forward and inquisitive. “Dude, I'm not sure. I'd have to touch myself to know.” Why did she say that? What is wrong with her?

“C’mon, give it a go. I’m getting so curious. It’s not like I’m touching you.” Yet, he thinks. She looks at his mouth, at his dangerous smile. He always smells so good, even after sweating at a pub all night. She reaches down, letting the covers slip a little, exposing her breasts. His eyes eagerly examine her erect nipples, he wants to squeeze and pull on them. Her finger slides, rubbing over her clit and then downward. She puts one finger in, and then a second. 

“Oh, wow. I’m so fucking wet. Two slip in so easily.” She smiles coyly. “I’m not sure about the third, usually my girlfriend is the one who does that.” She feels sexy as he looks over her body and does a little stretch. 

He scoffs. “Oh, don’t lie. Two went in without a problem, you can definitely do a third.” He looks at her, raises his eyebrows, and waits.

She lets the blanket slide down further, completely off. He watches, hungrily, as she slides the third finger in. She pumps it, in and out, and moans.

He reaches over, runs a finger along her chin, then pulls her face to his. His voice is low and soothing. “I don’t think you’re gonna be able to sleep if you just stop now. Don’t you always say the best remedy to try and sleep is an orgasm? Might as well keep going for a bit.”

He’s so close to her. His hand drifts lower and gently circles her nipple, then pinches it. Fuck. The arousal that washes over her is overpowering. “Well, it’s hard to fuck myself from this angle.” She hesitates. “Maybe you could help me?” Her heart is thumping so loudly; she’s nervous. “Just your fingers though, okay?” She glances down at his cock and feels a surge of lust. She pictures herself stomping out every tendril of her libido - but there are too many. 

“Yeah, of course.” He says it sweetly but she can see the edge in his eyes. “Friends help each other. How many fingers should I start with?” His hand drops, trailing down her chest to rest on her mound. 

Her body is so eager. “Well, yours are bigger... maybe just two?”

His hand grazes over her clit, circles it, and she gasps. Then he slides his fingers inside her. He goes deeper than she did and she lets out a needy whimper. Her own hands drop, one pinching her nipple, the other rubbing small circles on her clit. He watches her play with herself, watches her pinch and rub. “You look pretty like this,” he says as he widens his fingers inside her, making her gasp. “I wonder how many men have dreamt of seeing you like this, you must have rejected so many.” He chuckles as he moves his hand to slowly fuck her. “How do you want me to finger you?”

She shrugs at his comment, sure, she’s rejected a few. Her hips pump forward as he moves his hand; she feels impatient. “Could you finger me roughly? And deep?” He obliges and moves faster, pushing in and out, each time penetrating a little further. “Fuck,” she gasps, “you are good at this.”

He moves his hand to push his palm against her clit, and curls his fingers up to massage her belly from the inside. “You like that?”

It feels so good. So fucking good. “Yes. Yes, please yes. I like it.” She moans and grinds on his hand.

“I can go deep, sweetheart. You’re so fucking wet.” He demonstrates this by adding a third finger, she can hear the squish as he goes deep. “Oh, a third goes in so easily, sweetheart. I could probably put my fist in you with how wet you are.” He teases. “How good am I making you feel right now, baby?”

She moans and jerks her hips in rhythm. “So. fucking. Good.” She drags the last word out.

She loves it, loves the way he’s making her feel. He’s looking at her face and body as he fingers her, his gaze intent.  “You’re so pretty right now, your tits look so good.” He says and she bridges the space between their mouths to press her lips against his. He doesn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, working his tongue into her mouth. His mouth dominates her, biting her lip, and flicking his tongue. 

“Is this your first time kissing a man?” He asks. “You need to be fucked deep and hard like this, don’t you?” He can tell how much she is enjoying it, how much she wants it. 

She remembers the boys from high school, but those weren’t men. They never made her feel like this, so she nods. “Yes,” she draws out the word. “I like it when you bite my lip, your tongue feels good.” She arches her back, wiggles her hips, and lets out a needy whine. “And I like your fingers in me deep like that.” She moans.

“I like it when you’re moaning against my lips. You want me to finger you harder?”

She bites her lip; it’s not enough. She thinks of the toys in her nightstand, but she doesn’t want silicone. She wants something real. “I need something bigger in me. Fuck.”

He smiles at her, his thumb circling her clit. “What do you have in mind, baby?”

It’s a bad idea. It’s definitely a bad idea. “Maybe. Um fuck. I can't ask you to do that.” She trails off. 

“You can ask me for anything, baby. You’re safe. I’m here.” He’s so calm, so patient. He feels as if he’s been waiting for her to admit her attraction since they met, he can wait a few minutes longer.  

It’s a bad idea, but she’s so curious and aroused. “Maybe your cock?” She hesitates. “But, I'm kind of scared.” She swallows; her throat feels dry. There’s a battle going on inside her head but her body knows what it wants. “You'd go slow, right? I don't know if I could fit you. Fuck, I shouldn't.”

His hands are out of her pussy and he takes hold of her head and kisses her deeply. She moans as his wet fingers rub against her cheek and she can smell her arousal. He pulls back. “It’s okay, I can help you if that’s what you want. And if it’s too much, you can always bite me. Aren't you good at that? I’ll ease off then.” He jokes, pointing out it wouldn’t be the first time she had bitten someone. Some asshole had kept pulling on her hair at an awful dive bar and wouldn't stop until she reached back, took his hand, and bit him. He stopped pretty quickly after that. 

“You’ve played with dildos before anyway. Maybe a strap-on? It’s kind of like that. What’s the biggest you’ve taken?” He asks, unable to hide how curious he is.

“Probably 5 inches, but my dildo isn't very thick.” She’s ready for something thicker. 

He lets out a laugh. “Oh, that’s small. You’ll do good though. Once you set your mind on something, you don’t quit, right? Maybe you could help me get ready to satisfy you? My cock needs to be completely erect and I haven’t gotten a chance to play with it much.” He’s hard, but he’s not going to give her what she wants so easily. After all her denial she can work for it and show some appreciation for all he’s done for her.

“I won't quit!” She scoffs. “Do you need me to touch you? You've been so good at fingering me. I could do the same?” She offers. 

“Handjobs don’t usually do the trick on me.” He says. “You were so good with your tongue when we were making out though.” He can’t wait to get her wet mouth wrapped around him. 

Her pussy pulses at the thought of having her mouth around him. “Oh,” She hesitates. “Well I've never sucked one before, but you've been so nice I could try?” She realizes she wants to try. She wants to see him, touch him, lick him. 

He runs his finger over her mouth and she opens it to taste herself. “I think you’d be good at it.” She obediently sucks on his finger and he smiles. “Good girl.” 

She doesn’t feel in control of her reactions, her body is aching for more. “I'm a little curious to try.” She admits quietly. 

He chuckles as he rubs her tits, pinching and squeezing. “That’s good, baby. How long have you been thinking about this?” He’s going to get her to admit it, admit how bad she wants him. 

She tries to recall and her cheeks burn. “Um, well just now and again, you know? When I'm alone. I kind of wondered, I mean, I wanted to know how it felt.” She remembers riding her dildo and cumming as she said his name.

“When did it start, baby?” He asks as he pinches her nipple and pulls.

She gasps at the sensation. “A little after we met, I was masturbating one night, thinking about you flirting with that girl at the club. You were so confident and she was all over you.” She blurts it out, rushed and embarrassed, her eyes closed. 

“Mhmm really?” She can hear the smile in his voice. “Did that make you jealous? You wished I was talking to you like that, huh?” He interrupts her before she can stammer out a denial. “So did you always think mine would be the first cock in your mouth?” One of his hands stays on her breast, the other drops to tease her clit.

She flushes; she had been a little bit jealous. She was so used to having his attention. She shakes her head. “Y-you know, I’ve only dated women, so w-why would I have dreamt of sucking you off? I’m just curious,” she rationalizes, “and you feel so good.” She moans as he plays with her clit.

“It’s okay, baby.” His voice is low and steady. He can hear the evasion in her tremor. “You don’t have to be ashamed. I’ve been thinking about you.” She’s so obvious when she lies, never making eye contact.

“I watched some porn, t-to try and get an idea.” He runs his fingers between her slit and she bucks her hips, feeling impatient. She wants to feel full; she needs it. “Can I put you in my mouth now? Please?” 

“What kind of stuff did you watch? Was it rough or gentle?” He asks, ignoring her question, his fingers rubbing her clit. “Soon baby, be patient.” He feels smug; she’s begging to suck his dick. Some dyke, he thinks.

She flushes, “Well, it-it was pretty rough.” She admits. The girl had been tied up so she couldn’t move as a man taunted and teased. 

He grins and continues to move his hand between her slit and clit. “Did you like how rough it was?” He can tell she’s still trying to resist a little but he’s not backing down.

She nods. “Y-yes, I liked it. I’ve never been treated like that - like a cheap whore, like a fuck doll.”

He laughs, thinking about all the times she acted uninterested. “Oh, you want to be treated like a cheap whore, huh?” Finally, she admitted it. His voice is mocking, remembering all the times she had scrunched her nose when he mentioned some of his hookups. She had been so curious about the girls he had slept with, and always begged for more details. The whole time she was probably picturing herself in their place! He pinches her clit and she lets out a little scream. “Well I’m bigger than any toy you’ve tried, and I’ll fuck you hard and rough like you deserve.” Gone are the gentle hands and he gropes her roughly.

“Please,” she gasps. “I can't stop thinking about you pounding my dyke cunt, stretching it. I need it.”

He slides his boxers down and pushes her head until she is at eye level with his dick. ”Are you ready for this, dyke? I’ve wanted to do this to you since we first met.” Her cunt clenches when he calls her a dyke.

“Oh, wow, ok.” She exclaims. His cock is long and thick. He said he wasn’t completely erect and she can’t picture how it could get any harder or bigger. 

“Remember to use your lips and your tongue, and don’t forget about the balls, baby.” He says, his hand in her hair pulling her until she makes eye contact. “Now open up and be a good slut for me. You’ll get used to the taste and the choking, okay? You can go deep, and you WILL go deep.” 

She obediently opens her mouth and licks the tip, swirling her tongue around it. Her tongue tastes his shaft and slowly moves to his balls. The taste is different, overpowering. She takes them in her mouth, one at a time, licking and sucking.

He moans and thrusts his hips forward with his hand in her hair. He rubs his cock on her face, dragging it across and getting her wet. “I want your face covered in sticky precum. I want you to look like the slut you are.”

There are no thoughts in her brain as her hand rubs her clit in circles. He’s getting her face so wet and messy. It’s humiliating to have her face rubbed in his cock but what’s worse is her body's reaction; she can’t deny how aroused it’s making her.

“You look even prettier like this.” He says, looking down at her. “I’m taking a picture. I wanna be able to look back on this. The night I made a worthless little dyke into my own personal cockslut.”

She looks up at him and takes him in his mouth. He snaps a picture as she tries to take him all the way in. It’s hard, he’s so big. Part of her can’t believe she’s doing this, letting him take pictures as she sucks his cock. It’s so wrong, so filthy, so hot. 

She gags around him and pushes his cock out of her mouth “You’re too big, fuck, I can’t get it in.”

He pulls her hair hard so she is looking up at him. “Just keep taking it, slut. Here, I’ll help you.” He pushes her head down on his dick and she’s choking. He gives her a minute to adjust to her mouth being full. “You can go deeper, bitch.” He loves how she looks underneath him. 

Drool is running out of her mouth, down her throat onto her tits. She tries again to take it.

“No breathing until you take it all, okay? No breaks. You exist for this, baby.” It feels good being so focused, the whole world slid away so that there’s only the two of them. “You’re gonna take it balls deep. I don’t give a fuck if you puke or pass out. I’ll give you some time to adjust but you better fucking do what I asked.” He growls at her.

She can’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. He’s so aggressive and she likes it. She clasps his hips as she pushes past her gag reflex, holding herself down. She tries to relax her throat and she manages to take it all. The noises she’s making are obscene as she sticks her tongue out and licks his balls. 

“Look at me, baby.” She looks up and he snaps another picture. She pulls back and then moves forward until her mouth is full again. 

He grunts. “You’re doing so good. It’s really deep now. Do it one more time, whore.” He slaps her face with his dick as he taunts her.

She tries to do it again, tears are running down her face. She can’t quite get it and he takes hold of her head and forces his cock down her throat. Her brain feels floaty, she can’t breathe as he holds her down on his dick. Finally, he pulls her off and she gasps. A fat string of saliva is still attached from her mouth to his dick. 

“Good job, baby.” He says. “You did good for your first time, it just takes practice.” He plans on helping her with that practice, pictures waking up with her mouth already around him. 

She’s gasping for air, a little dazed. “Thank you, daddy.” She feels bad, she struggled so much to take it. “I'm sorry I can't do it as good as you deserve.”

He pulls her hair back again. “Fuck, that’s right, I’m your daddy.” She nods as he presses her face against his cock. “It will just take some more practice. I’m proud of you, your first step in being a dyke cock sucker.”

The words make her insides feel warm. “Will you fuck my dyke pussy, please daddy?” She begs. Her cunt is aching to be filled.

He makes a tsking sound. “Manners, bitch. Thank me for letting you blow me.”

Her face reddens. “Thank you, daddy. Thank you for letting me suck you, and making me take all of you. Thank you for letting me lick your balls.” As she speaks she demonstrates by sucking him, taking him in, and then licking his balls.

He smiles down at her. “You’re welcome, baby. Now, kiss them before I fuck you.”

She sloppily kisses his balls, rubbing them against her face. They are so full and she pictures how much cum is in them. She’s aching to feel it inside her.

“That’s right, such a good girl. Make out with them like it’s your girlfriend.” He looks down at his friend and can’t resist. “Oh, we need another picture. Put my balls in your mouth and suck them, baby.” He can’t wait to show her these pictures in the morning. If she ever tries to claim to be a dyke again he will be ready with proof showing how she’s just a little cock whore. 

She looks up as she sucks his balls and lets him snap some pictures. “That’s right, slut, look right into the camera.”

“You won’t show those to anyone, right?” She asks, hesitant.

He slaps her with his cock. “Look right into the camera, bitch.” She looks up and obediently sucks on his balls. “Yeah, of course, just for me. Hm, well, and maybe your girlfriend. Or some of my friends.” She looks up at him incredulously. He rubs his cock over her cheeks. “You get it, right? I bag a hot slut like you, I need some proof.” She nods up at him and continues to suck him, and fucks her face on his cock, gagging and drooling. He moans as she gags and works him in and out until she can lick his balls with his rod down her throat.

“Fuck, you’re such a good bitch. You’re so understanding. I knew you would get it.” He wraps his hand around her hair and pulls her off his dick with a loud pop. She’s pushed back onto her back and he gets on top of her. “Are you ready to lose your gold star?” 

She can feel his cock between her legs; it’s so big. “I think I’m ready.” She feels a little dizzy with how quickly he manhandled her legs and pushed them above his shoulders. She feels his cockhead between her lips. “I don't know if you will fit.” 

He kisses her deeply. and bites her lip. “I’ll make sure it fits.” He positions himself at her entrance. “Let’s just start with the tip, okay?” He says it a little bit mockingly. She should have taken his cock years ago if she wanted him to be nice. 

She moans as he slowly pushes in, she’s so wet it’s easy to push into her cunt. ”Oh it feels good, so good, just a little more daddy, slow please.” It’s so big and overwhelms her senses as he fills her.

He feels impatient at her resisting, he can tell how much her body wants him. “You know what? I’m not gonna slow down.” He pushes until he’s fully in and she gasps. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this? Ever since we met.” He pumps out of her and in again.

“F-fuck, s-stop your too big.” She says, interrupting each word with a moan. 

He continues thrusting, hard and deep. Not giving her a chance to get used to the size, enjoying the way she's gasping underneath him. ”Always wanted to fuck you. Do you know how hard it was being your friend? Listening to you talk about whatever with your huge tits out? My rock-hard cock in my pants. But you were always such a fucking cocktease.” She shakes her head in denial, she wasn’t a cocktease! The room is filled with the squishing and slapping sounds of him pounding her. 

“It's t-too big, f-fuck.” She gasps out. “You’re s-splitting me apart.” She can feel how wet her cunt is getting, how each time she feels a bit more pleasure at getting pounded so hard.

“Don’t deny it. You love the attention. You just don’t want to follow through. Actually, you DO want to follow through, you fucking tease.” He enjoys how her tits bounce as he fucks her. “This is what you deserve.” She’s getting off on it too, she can’t stop moaning. 

“And if I change my mind?” She challenges him. “If I tell you to get off me, right now?”

He presses down on her clit and she moans and raises her hips to meet him as he pounds her. He laughs. “You fucking love this, dyke. I’m gonna fuck you as hard and as fast as I want. You owe me. I knew you’d struggle to take my fat cock. I can feel how I’m stretching you out. You told me you wanted it in your pussy. You were begging for it. Don’t chicken out now.” She thrusts up to meet his hips, adjusting to his size. The way he is talking to her is making her shiver. “Isn’t this so nice? Isn’t this way better than your small little toys?” He taunts her.

“Y-yes... y-yes.” It’s true, being fucked rough like this is incredible. 

“Feeling a real thick veiny cock pumping inside you. Stretching you out, sliding against every little inch of your pussy walls. Filling you with warm, thick cum.”

Oh, shit, she remembers. ”D-don't cum in me, ok? I’m not on birth control.” She pictures him filling her and wants to wrap her legs around him. 

He is delighted by her admission. “You should have thought about that before inviting me to sleep in your bed.” He looks at her intently and she nods, and pulls his face into her neck. He sucks and licks at her, making marks.

She can feel her orgasm building. It feels so fucking good. “I’m s-so close,” she whispers. “Please, please, fuck. I just want you to pound me like this every day.” She admits; she can’t believe she’s letting him ruin her pussy. 

“Fuck, you’re getting so tight, baby.” He pants. “I’ve always wanted to take your gold star,

wanted to know what you feel like wrapped around me. You wanna be my personal little cockslut?” He asks. “You want me to claim you and keep you for myself so I can pound you and cum in you every day?” He almost doesn’t care what she says because that’s her future. 

She nods, she’s so tired of denying how she feels. “Y-yes I don't want to think anymore. I just want to be pounded and used.” It’s humiliating to admit it but also a relief. 

“I’ll think for you. I’ll take care of you, baby. You just have to be honest with me. Tell me what you want, slut. Don’t lie.”

“I-I want your cum I want to feel it. Please, please. I want you to fucking own me and treat me like your cum rag. Please, daddy.” She’s almost incoherent, just a begging pleading mess. He likes seeing her like this. How fucking needy she is when she wants to cum. 

“Rub your clit, baby. I’m really close. I want you to cum on my dick before I blow my load.” It’s her first time and he wants her to remember how she came on his cock. 

She rubs her clit in circles and she’s cumming, squeezing her cunt around his dick. “Fuck, yes, daddy, yes, yes, yes. Cum in me daddy, please. Fill me, breed me. I want it, I need it.” The tension makes him release his load. She’s so tight, squeezing every last drop out of him. She wraps her legs around him and he lies on top of her, panting. 

“Good fucking girl, good girl.” He mutters. “That’s right, take every last drop. You want to be bred every day, don’t you? You can’t help it.” He whispers into her ear as she closes her eyes, nodding.