Betraying Your Best Friend
“Are you ready?” You’d ask, the tripod finally set up in the corner of the room. I’d lay on the bed, stroking my cock slowly, throbbing at the thought of what was about to happen.
“God, I can’t wait,” I’d groan. “She’s going to freak out so fucking much and I just can’t wait for it.” You’d flash me an evil grin in response, scrambling up the bed, crawling over my body to meet my lips with yours. You’d feel a hand brush across your ass, squeezing your perfect globes. Our lips would litter kisses and nips across the other’s body, our hands wandering as well. “Shit, why didn’t I just start dating you instead? You’re so much fucking hotter.”
You’d stop plastering my neck with kisses and chuckle. “And you know what makes me even hotter? The fact that we’ve been fucking ages before you started dating my best friend.”
I’d groan, my fingers reaching for your wet cunt, intending to play with your dripping hole. You’d gently push my hand away and reach up to my ear, your breath dancing across my skin. With a light, breathy voice, dripping in lust you’d whisper, “Just fuck me already. She’ll be here soon.”
That’s all I’d need. I’d slip my hard, aching shaft inside your throbbing pussy and feel you shift above me, settling down on me. You’d gasp softly, feeling me stretch you out again. I’d drive myself inside you, short erratic thrusts met by furious grinding, my balls slapping against your perfect ass. You’d feel a hand on your throat and another fondling your tits. Tits that I’d love more than my girlfriend.
You’d feel my burning desire to betray her. To hurt her. She wouldn’t deserve the pain. Apart from being a pathetic little cunt, apart from her boring body, she’d be quite sweet. She’d support me in every way, love me wholeheartedly, and cherish every moment we’d share together. God, I’d laugh so much watching her cry.
We’d hear the front door click and my heart would leap a little but I’d still pound into your cunt, in and out, again and again. We’d hear her cautious, trembling footsteps stop outside our bedroom door. Hers and mine. The door would swing open and she’d look in at us, eyes glazed over and empty. I’d feel your pussy clench around me and groan into you, jerking off inside you. “Heyy, bestie, how are you?” You’d say cheerfully, your ass bouncing up and down the length of my shaft. She’d collapse to her knees.
“W-what’s going on here? Both of you… how could you do this to me?”
Any doubts I’d have would disappear as soon as you’d laugh, your cunt clenching down hard on my cock, your tits oiled up and gorgeous. Any sympathy I’d feel would disappear in a wave of sheer lust. “Oh sweetie, I’m just looking after your poor boyfriend. You’ve not been looking after him properly, have you?”
Loud moans and the slapping of sweaty, oiled skin would drown out her pathetic snivelling. She’d just sit there, sobbing, crying, pleading for a reason. And just when she’d finally find the strength to stand back up, I’d turn to her, my hand around your throat, your eyes rolled back in cruel pleasure.
“The truth is… we’ve been fucking since before you and I met. The truth—FUCK, god, she’s so hot… the truth is that she set me up with you just so we could break your heart. Just to hurt you. Your—Fuck, fuck, fuck—own best friend betraying you to create a memory we could cum to for the rest of our lives.”
You’d groan and splutter against my hand, caught between laughter and extreme lust. “You know we’re all you have now, don’t you? Your boyfriend and your best friend? You can never leave us you pathetic bitch… so just join us.”
I’d feel my balls throb and seed your tight, treacherous slit with hot cum as you spasm and contract on my cock, waves of orgasmic pleasure washing through you. All while she’d crawl to us, empty eyes and a damp face.