Here's how to get your Friend to let you Use Her...

Lets get a few things straight: She's not a huge slut. She wouldn't normally go through with any of this!

She's not 'into you' or anything like that. This about you getting to use her for your pleasure as you'd always wanted to. Try not to make it weird and romantic. Set up your game and win, so that you can have your prize.

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It was the end of a long day of work when you dropped by unannounced. You knew your friend was away on business. Her husband was a good friend of yours. She was at home relaxing when you stopped in. Sometimes you'd knock, sometimes you didn't. This time you walked right on in as though you owned the place.

"Oh, hi, I wasn't expecting anyone." she said as you walked in. She wore a cute outfit she usually only wore while by herself, at home; no bra, just a cute hoodie and leggings that had gotten bunched up by the way she sat. "I know, I thought I'd stop by and hangout with your husband." you said, knowing full well your friend was away. Intending to hangout with only her, you contrived a plan. What would seem spontaneous was perhaps quite well planned. Perhaps it happened in the moment as you realized just what an opportunity you had. A series of games would have her at your mercy.

You could think of it as slowly making her into your very own toy; being able to manipulate her and tell her what to do: losing the ability to make choices of her own, over her own body; giving away her innocence bit by bit, until she's wagering her body over a bet; double or nothing.

She herself is quite healthy and fit; a sexy thing! A cute Asian girl of five-foot-two, with big cartoon eyes, a small chest and a nice round bottom; a body to kill for and the envy of many friends. Not the type to flirt or give way easily, still she knew you as being a bit of a playboy and generally knew how to keep you in line.

It wasn't the first time the two of you had hungout just the two of you. She thought nothing of it. Inviting you to stay. The two of you took a seat in the living room, spreading out on the sofa. After the small chat, you suggested playing a game. Smash Bros, or Mario Kart. It had been some time since she'd played. She took you up on it, seeing no harm in a challenge, not that she was any good at video games.

At first it was all in fun, but winning yet another round/ race seemed to necessitate a reward of some kind or rather a punishment for her. Perhaps a wager was a better option. And so, she took her chances and agreed to an innocent wager.

Starting simple. The loser has to go to the kitchen to get the both of you ice cream, loser has to play the next round with a handicap. Things quickly get worse for her. A tickle fight has her begging for mercy.

Trying to accept your bombardment, attempting to withhold her laughter as your hands began to go places they shouldn't; innocently of course, under the guise of tickling. She flinched, but tried to keep from making a sound, until she couldn't and lost yet again.

Losing her Top, this may have been the easiest part, but certainly not free. She wouldn't just take her shirt off for just any guy, not normally even you. You'd had to have her lose several times, perhaps requesting that you'd let her bypass taking yet another shot, in fear of getting too tipsy. Given another option, she reluctantly reveals. She'd regret it, acting coy, this being something she could never take back or undo what you'd see. Her arms raised in submission as you removed her top, pulling it up over her head.

She has to use a special joystick 🕹️ to control the race in single player mode...

Her Pants came off easily, but not her undies; she held onto them, lacking a bra which she hadn't worn, now topless in lace underwear. Turning her ass red with a smack, she stopped you to ask for other options. She'd give up something else, instead.

As if letting you exploring her so intimately wasn't enough, in ways that make her uncomfortable, she might have to let you slip a finger inside her, teasing her, something she never lets her husband do. Fingers are dirty, she think. Her pussy is quite tender, sensitive and private.

As she lost again and asked you what you'd have her do. A blowjob? This would be the first blowjob she'd ever given to another man. If it wasn't for how far she'd gone already, she never would have agreed to putting your dick in her mouth. But, you weren't going to let her get away with anything less. A handjob? TOo lame. She'd have to at least use her lips. She feared taking her panties off was a sure sign of more and didn't want you to think she was willing to let you have sex with her, so this was a pure compromise.

"But do I have to make you cum?" she'd ask -ABSOLUTELY! "Isn't that the whole point?" Okay, but don't cum in my mouth." she'd stipulate. You might make her feel as though she had a chance by elaborating on a few rules and conditions. Stipulate a time-limit, or a trigger that would save her, but that time would never come. Instead, she'd have to agree not to stop or pull away until the allotted time -at which her mouth would flood with cum, making her once unadulterated mouth impure, indelibly.

CUMMING IN HER MOUTH:

She'd normally never swallow, let alone let you, or anyone cum in her mouth. The way you'd make that happen is by setting boundaries. She'd have to suck your dick for three minutes, and she wasn't allowed to stop or take it out of her mouth no matter what.

"Doesn't that mean you might cum in my mouth?" she'd ask with an excitement. Not the kind of excitement that made her seem happy about it, the kind with worry in her voice. Paying no mind, the rule was set in motion. Agreeing to your terms would cause her to willing take an oral creampie, which she later would show you, as if proving herself.

She worked away, suddenly feeling that familiar throb, the throb that would usually signal her to pull away and jack her husband off until he came on his stomach, or worse yet, ruined his orgasm gently, but not this time. She continued, aware of what was coming, hesitating only for a second. She bobbed her head once more, and then it happened.

Showing you your dirty work: The load in her mouth.

She pulled away gently, careful not to spill the contents of her mouth as it might end up on the suede couch cushions; difficult to clean up. Confused at first, not knowing what to do, she turned towards, mouth slightly open enough for you to see what what you'd done. The white substance was evidence that you'd defiled her mouth well. She was not amused, but took it rather well, eventually letting the contents fall into her palm as she got up and carried it away to clean up, only to return and be further enjoyed.

The game should go on. What was next?

Please don't try to 'talk her into it', though I do like the concept in theory. "No one will ever find out" or "I won't tell" is just so cliche. This kind of reasoning wouldn't work on a girl like her. She's not the type. It would take a solid position and hard reason; entrapped in a wager she'd made to make this work. After all, she'd promised to follow through and she'd never go back on her word.

She'd lose her panties, her last line of defense.

They were modest black lace, yet they covered her prim an proper, smooth, shaven mons, to which she'd regretfully have to allow you unhindered access. Not wanting to be be the one to take her panties off for you, she's left to watch as you tower over her. She'd cower cutely, letting herself fall back into the sofa as she kicked playfully, contesting. As your palms slide down her legs, keeping to the surface of her skin until your fingers hooked beneath the waist. She watched, laying back as you peel them off her and pulled them down over her hips to revealing the shaven beauty she'd prepared for her husband's return. She'd have to lay still and watch, allowing you to explore her slit, first with your fingers, spreading her soft pussy lips apart and then with your mouth as you forced her legs open. Awkward to watch, let alone allow without contesting, her body soon betrayed her.

Another Step in the wrong direction. With little else to give, and not willing to have sex with you, there would have to be a few concessions. She'd have to sit the next game in your lap. You'd have the freedom to roam her body with your hands, groping her, fondling her breasts, tweaking her tits and making her squirm in your lap. Perhaps this was all part of your tactic to cause distraction and have her fall into your next trap.

Measuring Up: Having lost again, you'd ask her to hold your cock up against her body to show you how deep it would be if it were inside her. You taunting her. This will be the consequence should she lose again.

At this point she'd clarify a few things. IF it goes further, which she feared would stretch her beyond any hope of recovery, and you'd absolutely HAVE to wear a condom. She had no interest in getting pregnant -especially not by you!

Seated in your lap, you wager Outercourse.

She might concede, only to avoid putting that thing inside her. At least he'd still have pants on, though could soon change. Nervously, she'd sit, no barrier between it and her. She'd move about; outercourse more or less. She wasn't expecting you to take hold her hips and control her. She'd gasp and moan as she felt the head of your cock slide between her lips, spreading them over your shaft. She felt you throb and it terrified her. Her body pressed down against you as you used her as if she were your very own Fleshlight. She'd gasp as she felt you nearly slip inside. Then it did, unannounced. Just the Tip, you'd let to slip it in. [Alternative Ending: That was all it took. Almost immediately upon entry, a surge of warmth filled her her entrance, pouring out... She ends up impregnanted right away.]

Next, you'd won your very own Pocket Pussy. Now lets remember, pocket pussies don't have a voice. They can't complain or ask you to pull out. Who pulls out of a Fleshlight, anyways?!

As if it weren't enough that you'd get to fuck her a second time. She was already terrified that she might be pregnant. There was no way she wanted to increase that risk.

What if she offered: "Double or nothing. You don't even have to wear a condom, but promise you'll pull out" she pleaded, "I'll let you go bareback".

She'd try and stipulate that you'd have to pull out, clarifying how imperative it was, and that she wasn't on birth control. In the end she'd relent, potentially even offering herself in peril. "Gosh, I can't believe I'm saying this." she says with a long pause. "What if I said you don't have to pull out?"

Well, that worked perfectly. The next wager, the second part of a two part bet, you set the wager: "No pulling out."

She gave you that glare. You'd got her -right where you wanted her.

If she lost this next round, there was no going back.

"No copouts." Leave no room for discussion. You aren't going to let her back out. No condom, and no pulling out.

Other ideas: maybe it all happened so fast after taking her out to dinner, and giving her a ride home. You pulled over in the driveway and whipped it out. Nagging her to go down on you, the awkwardness made her give in. She diligently bobbed her head until suddenly you were throbbing, filling her mouth with cum. It was only right; it was the right thing to do.

Ideas to bet on: Highest Card, Coin Flip, or Rock Paper Scissors.

Card Hat Horse: An indoor version of basketball, played in the Living Room using her husband's favorite hat.

Video Game Scenario: It could be any game. She's not a gamer, though just as cute. Having lost another game, you'd have her sitting in your lap. Distracted by your you-know-what, she loses the biggest wager of all. With nothing left to lose, she has to beat the boss while sheathing your shaft. Now you've got your own personal pocket pussy to play with while she tires to beat the boss before you cum! [Spoiler you cum inside her the moment she raises her arms in victory.]

Timed Blowjob: Beat the clock or she'll have to let you cum in her mouth. Blowjobs just aren't the same if the aren't given to completion! She'd always hated the idea of letting a guy cum in her mouth. In fact, she'd never done it. Not even for her own husband, who of course had always wanted her to.

Trying YOU as a Dildo: She'd never used toys, feeling it weird and seemingly awkward. She didn't own a dildo, and had never even fingered herself before. You can't believe it and opt to make her try using a dildo for the first time. Problem is, she doesn't have one. No problem. She'll just have to use you! She'd have to bring herself to have an orgasm. Those are the rules. -NO, she can't ask you to put on a condom, first!

Impreg: I love the idea of her getting pregnant. No, I love the idea of her willingly making the choice to consciously take the risk, despite not wanting to get pregnant, allowing you to fuck her raw. You might opt to have her fuck you, and bring you to orgasm inside herself. You could have her laying on her back and watch as you bury yourself balls-deep inside her beautiful bald pussy as you let go; blowing your load inside her. Of course she's not on birth control. To make it worse, it's her most fertile time of the month.

Double or Nothing; no condom and no pulling out (and not just because you don't have one).

I'd like to avoid romance, or the idea that she might fall in love with your dick. Obviously, there'd be some passion between characters, but not in a romantic way. It would build as a purely sexual. The idea of your character stealing her away from her husband should never come up in the story. I am 18 and all participants and characters must be 18

Keywords: Compelled, Coerced, Talked Into, Cheating, Dubious, Dub-Con, Oral, Creampie, Blowjob, Bet, Unprotected, Risky, Sex, Willing, Unwanted, Pregnancy, Impreg