Bree Ch. 01

This story was related to me by a friend and i thought it would be fun to tell it from her POV. As far as I know, this story is true and is posted here with her consent. My deepest thanks for her permission, as well as editing tips and descriptions. All characters are over the age of 18. Names and certain details have been changed to protect the identities of the people involved.

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This story contains graphic descriptions of BDSM, bondage, humiliation, cheating & infidelity, degradation and domination and submission. Later chapters will depict same-sex sexual interaction, bisexuality, group sex and more. If these offend you, stop now and move on.

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My name is Bree. I'm 5'2", I weight 96 lbs. and I'm sleeping with my best friend's boyfriend. I think something might be wrong with me that I don't feel all that bad about it. I mean, sure it bothers me a little like when I think about it, but then when Tom's got me tied to his bed, or bent over whatever piece of furniture happens to be handy and his thick, hard penis is slamming into my ass over and over again, as I beg for more, plead for him not to stop, whatever lingering guilt I might have had just vanishes in a cloud of head-spinning orgasms.

Making things worse is I have a boyfriend, though that doesn't bother me quite as much because he knows what's going on. I mean he's not really my boyfriend, I guess. We grew up as neighbors, so I've known him forever and sometimes I let him put his penis in me when I'm bored, or he's pestering me. Ben's was the first real penis I ever saw, and he was the first boy who I ever let see me naked. You know how it is. Tom was a on a whole different level though, and after that first time when we got drunk at the party and I went down on him, it just wasn't going to be the same with Ben any more. I tried to do the right thing and end it with him a couple days later, but Ben didn't seem to care. He just begged and pleaded to stay with me. When I confessed, I think maybe it even excited him a little, which was really weird, because I'm pretty sure I noticed a bulge in his jeans, and he wouldn't stand up when I was leaving. I tried to tell him we weren't really boyfriend-girlfriend anyway so what was the big deal? I'm pretty sure he just wanted to keep fucking me, which I don't know, it's okay with me sometimes I guess. Ben treats me nice and he's a pretty good kisser, so I just shrugged and told him I was going to try to see Tom again and he better not get in the way. He agreed, like he always does. Pussy.

And as good as Ben has always treated me, well that's how bad Tom was to me. Disinterested, short almost to the point of being rude, and mostly just ignoring me unless he was trying to fuck me, I was just something to spill his cum in and on when Angela wasn't around. He never referred to me by name, just "Hey dumb cunt- bend over and spread your ass so I can see your holes," "Bitch, get over here and suck my cock." I never thought I'd let a guy treat me like that, but here I was coming back for more and I couldn't get enough. No matter how hard I tried, I never seemed to please him, which just drove me to try even harder. I don't know what kind of magic spell or hold over me Tom had, but I had no desire to break it.

He would spit out orders in a flat, apathetic tone and insult and degrade me when I failed to live up to his impossible standards in that, "I'd be disappointed if I didn't already know you'd let me down" way that just drove me crazy. I don't know if it was Tom's personality, or his big cock and beautiful body, or the mind-wrecking orgasms it drove me to, because if he were any other guy... If this were Ben, I'd never put up with this kind of treatment. Then again, Ben doesn't have Tom's cold steely blue eyes that just pierce into my soul and exposed all my secrets, see my vulnerabilities, size me up and dismiss me with a single look. He doesn't have Tom's powerful chest and muscly arms, and his flabby belly is no match for Tom's delicious six-pack abs... But this was more than just a physical thing... It had to be. Why else would I do this to my best friend, Angela?

And when we were together, Tom's alpha energy and powerful, commanding presence translated into his total domination of me. I guess it would be fair to call me his slave, if you need to label it. I wanted to blame Tom for this. Or Angela. Hell, even that pussy, Ben. But really, I had no one to blame but myself. I hadn't exactly been all that subtle about pursuing Tom ever since I walked in on him in the shower that morning after I'd stayed over at Angela's.

And he responded as any young, horny boy would. And even if you discounted that first time as just a mistake, a terrible error in judgement... What could you call the next ten times he fucked me until I couldn't stand up? Or the ten after that? Or when he made me wear Angela's clothes - including her unwashed panties - while he slapped my ass and pulled my hair as he took my anal virginity.

This one time, we were in his bedroom and he was fucking me hard and rough on his bed. Just as I was about to cum, with that wonderful shuddering tingle starting to spread out from my tummy, his cell phone rang. He paused to see the caller ID and I moaned in frustration. "Don't answer it!" I whispered in my best teasing seductress voice. He just rolled off me and grabbed the glowing phone. I groaned in frustration as his cock slipped out of me with a wet slurp sound, leaving me feeling empty and abandoned. I could feel my hungry asshole twitching, silently begging for his big cock to stretch me out, fill me up.

"Hello?" His tone was gruff and as he rolled over me and onto his knees on the bed next to my head, I found myself face to uh... penis, as his massive cock, still throbbing and glistening with the lube he'd slathered into my ass earlier, was just inches from my mouth. I started to mewl in disappointment, and he wasted no time in shutting me up.

He glanced down, switched the phone to his other ear and in one smooth motion, shoved his cock into my mouth. I tried to pull away a little, but his hand caught a fistful of my hair and he started face fucking me. Even as he did this most lewd and invasive thing to me, degrading and humiliating me, driving my dripping pussy wet with desire, his voice changed instantly, loving and playful now. It was Angela. As he talked and I struggled to breath around the invading cock driving again and again into my throat, I gathered from his side of the conversation that she was coming over... No, that she was just around the corner and would be here in minutes! Shit!

I freaked and started struggling to escape. She can't find me here! She just couldn't see what a whore her best friend had become. I had to get out of there! Tom had apparently anticipated this reaction though, and interrupted his conversation with Angela.

"Hold on a sec, babe. Gotta fix something." He hit the mute button on his phone and tossed it aside. In one smooth movement of surprising speed and power, he had flipped me over, planting his knee firmly in my throat, and the other down across my hips, pinning me completely to the bed. I was shocked at how effective this was. I was no match for his weight - easily 200 lbs. of pure muscle and cock - and strength, and I submitted, lying quiet and subservient. With one hand, he grabbed my wrists and yanked them painfully, stretching my arms as far as they would go, where he pinned them to the mattress. "Not a word out of you, you little bitch," his growled warning brimming with threat and menace. My heart was racing, by breath ragged and short. The display of dominance seemed to affect him too, as his cock twitched across my flat belly, smearing clear precum everywhere.

He grabbed the phone with his free hand and resumed the conversation as if nothing had happened: "Okay, babe. See you in five!... Yeah, can't wait. Love you too!"

What the fuck? What is he doing? She can't catch us here, can't see me like this... not like this...

In a few short seconds, he'd removed any doubt I had that I was anything more than a piece of meat to be used, fucked and discarded at his will. I'd never been more aroused in my life and found myself quickly at the edge of orgasm again as he stared down coldly at my naked, pinned body. I wondered if I could cum just from struggling in vain against his hold. I didn't have the chance to find out, though as he hopped off me and looked briefly around the room. What was he doing? Shouldn't he be getting me my clothes so I could make a hasty exit out the back door before Angela got here? Every second that passed made smaller my window for escape. But Tom wasn't planning to let me escape.

"Up!" he snapped. I looked at him dumbly, uncomprehending and I found myself suddenly yanked off his bed by the hair. He dragged me over to his office chair and tossed me effortlessly into it, like I was a sack of laundry.

"What are you---!" My alarmed query was cut off as he stuffed his sweaty, dirty jockstrap from football practice earlier that afternoon deep into my mouth. Working quickly and smoothly, he secured me to the chair. In what seemed like forever, but was probably less than a minute, he had cuffed me wrist and ankle, still nude, to the chair. I could feel the juices flowing from my untouched pussy and my clit throbbed with frustrated desire as I realized what he was up to.

The fear was massively arousing and I would have given anything to have a hand free so I could rub my clit to a good hard orgasm. Instead, I mewled softly into his dirty-jock gag and writhed against the bonds that held me naked, open and degraded. Maybe if I was sexy enough, slutty enough for him, he would reward me with release of one kind or another. The cold metal of the cuffs bit into my wrists and the clank of the metal against the chair was delicious. I tried to make eye contact with him, hoping that my depraved arousal would catch his attention, but he didn't even look at me. Satisfied with my inability to escape, He instead dressed quickly in silence. My nipples stiffened as I watched the muscles in his abdomen and side flex with the easy powerful movements. I could feel my saliva soaking his jock, as I tasted his dirty sweat and ass and smelled his musk.

He looked around for a second and my heart jumped as I heard the door downstairs open. "Hey babe! Where are you?" Angela called, my pulse was pounding with fear. She can't find me like this, she just can't! She'll think I'm a slut or something! My eyes opened wider and I "Mmphed" as loud as I could. The adrenaline was pumping and my pussy drooled all over his chair - I could feel my juices running down over my thighs and ass. Yes, she was betraying me- it was humiliating to realize how much this was turning me on. His disdain and indifference to me were powerful aphrodisiacs, I must admit. But I had other worries just now - I could hear Angela's steps on the staircase now, just feet from his door.

Tom grabbed a pillow from his bed and stripped the case from it. What the fuck is he doing? He stepped over to me and leaned very close to my face, his beautiful eyes penetrating me, and could smell his breath, see the muscles in his chiseled, perfect face flex as he hissed, "If you make a sound, I'll let Angela beat the shit out of you and then I'll do the same, and then I'll throw you out of my house naked and call the cops." I didn't doubt his threat for a second.

Oh god... not now... I tried to force it down, but I knew my orgasm was coming and quickly. I tried to push the images, from my tormented, horny mind - so hot, so fucking sexy - of being beaten and humiliated and exposed to his entire neighborhood. Tom, though, saw it and slapped my face hard once. My cheek stung and I panted and bit down on my gag, flexing hard, dazed with the pain and delicious pleasure. God... so close... I fought and flexed, aware how sexy I must have looked, my muscles tense, tied naked and gagged, body glistening and slick with sweat, the room stinking of sex - a willing whore to be used, by anyone.

And then I saw the doorknob begin to turn but my vision was cut and all I could see was blurry, gauzy white as Tom yanked the pillow case over my head to blind me, I felt him give the chair a hard shove and it rolled for a second before I felt.... Clothes? He had rolled me into his closet. Oh god! Is he going to keep me like this while she's here? I felt the door close and it got a little darker. I was panicked and fought to get my breathing under control. She was in the room now and I could hear her plain as day, "Here you are babe! Mmmm"

I flashed with jealousy and arousal as I heard them kiss so passionately, gently. I swear she had to be able to hear me breathing now, my heart about to explode.

"Have you been working out? You look flushed. Or are you just happy to... oh! Oh my!" Angela's tone changed to surprise.

I nearly squealed - had I been discovered? But no. No, I ... oh. Oh no! My heart twisted, but my pussy didn't care at all, she just throbbed begging and needy for attention as I realized what was happening. I heard clothes shuffle and a distinct zip.

"Wow... oh wow babe," Angela's voice was choked with lust. I recognized it. Tom had the same effect on me. Please... please no... don't fuck her while I'm here. Or at least - god, I was so embarrassed to realize how badly I wanted to be able to watch them. But Tom cared so little about me, I was just a fuck toy, he didn't care at all that I was here, tied up naked in his closet. I was there for his pleasure, to wait until his cock got hungry and ignored like an object. Until then, I'd suffer like the whore he knew I was, that I knew I was. That I desperately hoped Angela wouldn't find out that I was.

I heard them move over to the bed, the very same bed where I'd just been degraded and objectified, used as a hole for his cock. O could hear their clothes hitting the floor and my arousal surged again.

They were going to fuck.

To be continued...