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My Best Friend's New Girlfriend

By: scotjock1



That was where I saw her, I knew it the moment Michael introduced me to his new girlfriend from Romania there was something about her. Sandra Romain was her name, and the name struck me as unique as if I had come across it in the past. The day I met Micheal's new girlfriend from Romania, who he was engaged to surprised everyone. She was beautiful, stunning even with black raven hair and a small framed face with pert lips and stunning hazel eyes. She was quite petite, standing at only about 5'5 in height me and the rest of our friends assumed, and even though she had small breasts her body was toned, firm and athletic with a nice firm bubble butt. 

It wasn't huge, but it was nicely formed and round from what I could make out through her tightly fitting, pink dress she wore the day I was introduced to her. 

She smiled at me as we met in a bar, me and Michael both regularly attended and she took my hand gently shaking it speaking in her strong, Eastern European accent. "Nice to meet you, Jamie." She smiled shaking my hand, grinning at Michael.

She was beautiful, I had to have Sandra but the way she was around Michael I knew I couldn't seduce a woman like her to leave Michael for me. Again, analyzing her name in my head something just didn't sit right in my mind. I played along however, forcing a grudging smile I shook her hand in response speaking. "Pleasure to meet, a beauty like you Michael has been hiding for so long from us." I said, and she laughed at my comment as we made our way to a table to order drinks.

We made small talk, as we ordered drinks and I listened to Sandra's life story as she told of how she grew up in Romania, and that she and Michael had met when he was in Romania working for his company that specialized in Eco-friendly energies. They had a whirl-wind romance spanning just over several months, before he returned to the States with her in tow engaged to marry her. But again, as we drank together merrily something in the back of my mind told me that the story Sandra was giving us was marred with gaps, and perhaps lies.

Again we drank about half a dozen beers each, and Sandra drank about the same number in Vodka and Cokes. We said our goodbyes, and somehow mainly due to the reason Michael wanted me to be his best man Sandra gave me her mobile number in order to contact each other about the wedding plans. I went home, still unable to make sense of what was nagging at my mind about Sandra.

I got home, to my messy one bedroom apartment and threw myself onto the sofa and turned on my PC that I had set up on my coffee table in front of the sofa. I didn't own a high-tech television, it was quite a cheap model as I used my computer for almost everything.

It continued to nag at my mind, who the hell was Sandra really? Was she who she said she was, had never left Romania before meeting Michael. For some reason I highly doubted it, and as the computer was fully operational I went straight to the Google website. I just stared at the text box, as it blinked waiting for me to enter what I wanted to search. I leaned forward and typed in 'Sandra Romain' and thought this would settle it all, most likely it was just my mind playing tricks on me. It took only a moment before my search results showed, and there were some surprising results. Her full name, and next to it were words like 'sucks big black cock' or even 'rides a huge cock.' 

I assumed Sandra shared a name with a porn star, and clicked on the result 'Sandra Romain rides huge cock' and waited for the video to load.

The video started with a young skinhead man, and he was speaking in Romanian or Russian I assumed and he was flicking through a magazine. He was wearing only jeans, after a minute passed I was about to turn off the video and then she walked in. I felt a surge of betrayal, at being lied to as I saw a woman that looked exactly like Sandra, no - she was in fact Sandra!

She was wearing a pair of red fishnets, and a leather corset strutting into the room in front of the young man in high heels.

What I saw unfold in the next twenty minutes destroyed the bullshit story Sandra had told me earlier in the bar, she was in fact a former porn star!

I searched her name once the video was finished, after seeing her get pounded by a large cock and I found her biography.

It stated she had entered the porn industry in Romania at a young age, at 21 years of age and for the next fifteen years she had been in many films and productions until she turned 36 years of age and left the business abruptly. That was almost five years ago, and it stated she had indeed lived in Los Angeles making films in her career meaning it was a lie of her being in Romania all her life until meeting Michael.

That was it, I was going to confront Sandra about this and printed off a few pictures and loaded the video of her getting fucked like a bitch by the skinhead guy, onto my mobile phone to show to her when I met up with her. I phoned her there and then, in my house as the photo's printed out onto the coffee table. She quickly answered the phone, and asked who it was in her strong Eastern European accent. I smiled contently to myself and spoke up. "Hi Sandra, it's me Jamie. Listened something has come up regarding Michael, I can't tell him about it but I know you love him and I think you need to know what's happening." I said.

"Yes, I love him. Where should we meet?" She asked, sounding as if there was no fear in her voice or indeed there was nothing out of place with my request. I told her to come over to my place, and gave her my address. Before I finished the call I said one last time to her. "And don't tell Michael, he cannot know about this. Make an excuse and come over, its important." I said, and she agreed. I turned over the printed pictures, and left them on the coffee table ready to present to her.



Twenty Minutes Later, My Apartment

I was almost falling asleep on my sofa when I heard the doorbell ring, I shot to my feet and woke myself with a slap to my own face and made my way over to the door. I planned my presentation out, how I would confront her. I opened the door and there she stood, still in her pink dress and with her black hair curved around her ears and above her eyes giving her an alluring stare. She smiled, and spoke up. "I came as quick as could, I did not know the address so I called a cab." She said in her broken English as I allowed her to enter. 

"Please take a seat, we need to talk Sandra." I said gently, and she nodded walking past me over to my sofa I was gesturing to by my hand.

As she sat she tried her best to feel comfortable on the sofa, crossing her thighs alluringly as she placed her handbag on the sofa next to her as she waited for me to sit. I quickly closed the front door, and sat down next to her less than a few inches from her face. I smiled and spoke up as she looked into my eyes. "Listened, I wanted to show you something. I couldn't show Michael, I didn't know how he would react so I think it's best I show you." I said gently.

"Yes, show me I will decide if Michael should know." Sandra said sexily, and she watched my hand move across the coffee table and grasping the corner of the photos I slowly turned them over. Presenting the photos side by side, to her. All three printed pictures, were good quality and it clearly showed Sandra gagging on a large white cock in one photo, and in the other two she was being gang banged by three big black men in all kinds of positions. I looked up at Sandra, and I noticed she was shivering as she couldn't peel her eyes from the pictures.

Taking this as a cue, I put my mobile phone in front of her and turned it on and started the video of her. She watched I assumed in horror as in the video, Sandra was gagging on probably an abnormally big cock that made her eyes tear up. I waited and after a minute of the video, I paused it and laid back on the sofa. I spoke up. "As I said, I was unsure if I should show Michael what I found. I thought it better to show you." I said, and she continued to shiver and she took deep gulps of air.

"Where did you find this?" She asked slowly, turning to face me once more. I could tell this had hit her like a sack of potatoes in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her.

I sat up, and turned on the sofa so my body was facing her as I looked deep into her unwavering eyes. I spoke gently. "Something about your name nagged at my mind, I couldn't place it but I was sure I had heard of you before." I said simply and then continued as she didn't offer any defense. "So I searched your name, and videos and pictures came up. I recognized you immediately, and printed the pictures out and downloaded this video to show you." I said, laying my cards on the table.

Sandra said nothing, and continued to shiver horribly so I spoke up. "I doubt you want Michael to know about, this sordid past of yours." I said straight faced.

Sandra's eyes bulged, and she looked up at me shivering even more and she yelped out. "No please! Michael cannot know, I beg you!" She gasped out aloud, tears in the corners of her eyes. I smiled and looked deep into her teary eyes and spoke. "Then you better do exactly as I say, or I'll send these pictures to Michael and the video and you're romance is over." I said and slowly my hand inched across to her knee, settling there.

She tried to pull away, but my hand tightened on her knee and rubbed her silky skin. I shouted hoarsely. "You want him to find out or not, that you're a little cock whore. Then you better stop fighting this." I said and I leaned in closer and kissed her neck roughly. She gasped and I felt her legs press together as I sucked on her neck, as my hand on her knee rose up to the bottom of her dress.

"I'm not a whore anymore, I left that world behind me." She gasped, and I felt her skin shiver as I sucked on her neck. 

"Then if you don't want your soon to be husband to know the truth, you better play ball slut." I said as my hand rose, and slid under her dress.

Sandra gasped, and let out a low wail as she wept but I felt her legs spread and allow me access as she relented. I felt her quiver, and gasp. "I will never love you Jamie, as I love Michael. This is nothing to me, do what you want and leave me." She gasped, and I forced her thighs open and lifted her dress up exposing a pair of tight, blue silk panties pulled up against her mound and between her ass cheeks.

"Then you better allow me to do anything I want, or your name is gonna be known all over this part of town." I said as my hand rode higher, and gently touched her mound through the panties. I felt no hair, just a smooth mound.

Sandra shuddered at the touch, and I even felt her legs spasm from my touch. Sandra was sensitive to touch, I wondered if Michael had discovered that yet himself.

"Stop please, I love Michael. Just let us be in love please." She pleaded, but her body betrayed her. She may have been in love, but her body was in need of me. 

I touched her mound once more and through the blue panties, I saw a liquid stain developing. She was becoming wet from my touching, and she was becoming aroused, like a bitch in heat awakening to be taken hard.

I wasted no more time and through her panties pressed my finger against her slick, wet lips and slid inside pushing the material of her panties partly inside.

"Oh please, for mother of god stop this. I am not like this anymore." She said bucking against my finger in pleasure.

I lifted her up by her thighs, and pulled her further down the sofa laid out for me as I sat hunched up between her legs looking down at her womanly prizes. I fingered her harder, as I watched Sandra's face contort, and shiver at the sudden invasion of my fingers inside her. Sandra's mouth twitched as she bit down on her bottom lip, moaning hoarsely she gasped. "Fuck, you want me then take me. I want this, sex. But I will not love you, I will only want your cock. Never your love." She babbled as she spread her legs further for me, like the sordid cock-loving porn star she once was.

Her panties were now sodden, and soaked through so I decided to cross the lingering line between us and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and rolled them down quickly down her thighs to her feet. She kicked them off hard, sending them across the room and now I marveled at her hairless, smooth cunny between her legs, glistening as her juices oozed forth. Sandra stared up at me as she lay, like a grand prize in front of me speaking up. "Take it, you bastard. Give me what I need, and let me be in love with Michael." She roared, I dived between her legs and licked her slit tasting her sweet juices.

She gasped, grabbing hold of my short, black hair she forced my mouth down harder onto her wet snatch. I forced my tongue between the two folding doors of her wet pussy, and found her clitoris and began to strike the bud with my tongue over and over again. Each time I did this, she emitted moans and groans as her body spasm beneath me. I felt her body jerk and spasm so ferociously, the couch moved an inch I could swear it, and she slumped back on the couch under me with a content smirk on her lips, and her eyes closed tightly shut. I kissed her pussy once, and sat up and voiced myself. "I'm not done with you Sandra, I want my big cock sucked by a cock-sucking queen." I said and began to unzip my jeans.

Hazily Sandra slowly opened her eyes, and they seemed glazed as she looked up at me as I pulled my zip down and my big, thick and hard cock poked out. Her eyes lit up, with a fire and passion in them as she saw my fuck stick fully. "You may be big, but I've taken men like you many times. I can handle you, for Michael I do this." She said in a lazy tone, sitting up now on the sofa as I stood partly on my feet on the carpet and my other foot on the sofa. I proudly presented my nicely sized cock, sticking out erect in front of her. Sandra slowly drew up onto her knees, and her slim, delicate hands reached for my cock. She slowly closed her hand around the base of my cock, and with her other hand she placed on my hip to keep her balance.

"I not enjoy this, I not enjoy you. I enjoy cock, yours only one here and I have need of it. But I love Michael, I do this to not hurt him." She purred and slowly her mouth reached for my cock, slowly opening and rotating as she slid the head of my cock into her mouth she shut her eyes closed tightly. Closing her mouth around my cock head, she opened her eyes and looked up at me slowly pushing more into her mouth as she held air-tight suction on me.

Her face was a mixture of pleasure, but also strong contempt she held for me as I blackmailed her.

Slowly inch by inch she slid deep into her mouth, I felt her throat soon enough as my cock head hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, and winched but kept her eyes on mine. Her hands slowly left my cock, and hip and she threw them into the air before resting them on her forehead submissively. She allowed air into her mouth, at the sides of my cock to mumble words to me. "Get on wid' it." She garbled, and once again made an air-tight O around my cock.

I knew what she was doing, she was submissive to me now, allowing me to fuck her mouth as I pleased as she put her hands atop of her head. I took hold of the back of her head, twirling my fingers into her black locks and pushed her down on my cock, with just one hand. The sudden movement, made her gag and choke but she stabilized herself and allowed me to thrust again into her mouth making her gag again. Her eyes winced, and I felt her throat open up for me as I pulled back and shoved right back in making her gag again. I moved my hand on the back of her head, to her right of her head and placed my other hand on her left. Holding her head, I pulled her back down on my cock but quickly and pushed back and then rammed back home. I did this steady for a minute, just continuous thrusting into her mouth quickly mouth fucking my bitch.

She didn't gag as much, I assumed this was what she wanted me to do as she had become adapt to breathing through it. I had enough of her mouth, now I wanted her pussy. I pulled out of her mouth, and she took the chance to breath in her lot of air. I stroked my cock and stared down at her smooth pussy. "I want to fuck you now." I said staring down at her. 

"Come and take it." She gasped.

I was about to grab her, throw her down on the couch and sling her legs over my shoulders and ram my cock balls deep inside her. At that moment my plans were foiled, as Sandra's phone rang and she went to answer it. Going through her hand bag, she came up grasping it and she answered it. She listened first, and smiled speaking. "Michael, yes I'm on my way home now. I buy some groceries, nothing in the fridge for us." She said cheerfully, as she pretended to be the dutiful fiance.

A few more words were exchanged, and Sandra smiled speaking. "I'll be home in about an hour." She said ending the call. She looked up from her phone smiling, and upon seeing me it quickly vanished.

"You got what you wanted, we're down now. I go home to Michael." Sandra said trying to sound as if she was in charge, and she picked up her panties.

I laughed so loudly, Sandra looked at me. I smiled at her, and spoke up loudly in an authoritative tone. "We're far from fucking done Sandra, I know you got to go home to Michael now but you WILL continue to come see me when I tell you to." I said standing now, with my hard cock sticking proudly into the air.

Sandra winced, and gave a stern stare.

"No, I not do this again." She said.

I laughed, and leaning down to my computer with my cock still erect and my jeans around my knees, I brought up on the computer my email system. It was already prepared, as I had minimized it into the background of my computer. Sandra looked over at the LCD PC screen, and saw what I wanted her to see.

On the screen were already prepared emails, with photos already attached and even a sample video of Sandra's classic sex scene. The recipients of the messages were every friend of Micheal's she had already met, since arriving in the States. The other recipients of the emails were Micheal's family, and colleagues at his work. I looked up and Sandra was shaking. I continued to lean down, my mouse was placed over the 'SEND' icon. 

"One false move, or word and everyone Michael cares for and loves receives the pictures, and videos of you fucking for money." I said in a rough-cut tone.

Sandra shuddered at my words, understand everything I was saying. Tears began to appear in the corners of her eyes again. She looked at me and spoke. "When does this end?" She asked.

"When I say it's over, and its far from over. You love Michael, then you will do this to preserve the life you've dreamed of all your life with him." I explained, my finger lingering over the mouse.

She gasped, and swung her head back to contain the anger she felt for me I assumed. She looked at me again. "Fine, how will this work then?" She asked me standing in just her blue silk panties.

I said nothing as I pressed log-out on my email account, but the draft messages would be saved and ready to send if she gave me anymore attitude in our new arrangement. "Come over here, now." I said standing up. As I stood, Sandra's eyes roamed down to my erect cock and I assumed she feared the worst. She did however obey me, and sauntered over to me. Noting her submissive side, she obediently stood in front of me now.

"Hands out, and around my cock. One hand around the base, the other put around my waist, now." I said instructing her.

Obediently, yet with contempt in her eyes she obeyed me. Wrapping one hand around my cock, and the other around my waist in quite a loving manner she did so. She began to stroke my cock without me saying another instruction, and leaned in and kissed me pushing her tongue into my mouth lovingly.


My Best Friend's New Girlfriend Ch. 02



This installment of this series, is split into two parts; one from the viewpoint of Sandra and the other from James's viewpoint. Just to clarify that for everyone.



Sandra

How did it get to this point? How did James find out, about my past?

I know I didn't hide it perfectly, I couldn't have not after starring in films filmed in the States but I thought after five years most of my videos would have disappeared.

It had only been a few hours since James brokered his demands to me, if I didn't want the videos or pictures of my past life would be leaked to Michael and his family, destroying our plans of a loving marriage together.

I felt dirty after that meeting with James, he took advantage of me and blackmailed me into letting him touch me, and I almost allowed him to fuck me. Had it not been for Michael calling me, I would have betrayed my fiance. 

Sadly before I could leave James's apartment, he made me promise to do as he asked of me, even allow him to go all the way and fuck me.

I felt disgusted with myself, but I loved my Michael and was willing to do this to keep my secrets safe from him.

No matter how wrong this was, there was a part of me in the cab home that actually enjoyed James dominating me. Maybe it was that Michael was quite a boring lover, I love him but since we met our sex lives, were mainly slow and loving. I didn't want that all the time with him, but when I tried to instigate more rough lovemaking, Michael felt as if he was hurting me even when I told him to be more passionate, and rough with me.

Sadly for the last month, before arriving with him in the US I hadn't felt really pleasured by him due to his way of lovemaking. 

Less than an hour with James, and I felt that some of what I yearned for had been given to me, even if it was being given to me via blackmail.

I washed myself, the moment I got home as I found Michael to be sleeping in our bed already. I hoped that this ended tonight, perhaps James would not contact me again or he would understand what he did had to stop tonight and not go any further. 

This was simply blissful dreaming, as I would discover in the morning. 

The Next Day, Morning, Michael & Sandra's Home, 7:57AM

I lay in bed with Michael, in my dreams I was yearning but sadly not for my loving fiance next to me. I yearned for James, the bastard blackmailing me to keep my secret from Michael. The secret that I was a retired porn star from Romania.

I laid in bed with the man I should have wanted in every way including sexually, yet I lusted for an asshole who was meant to be his best friend. He was hardly a good friend, blackmailing his best friend''s girlfriend into having sex with him.

I awoke to my own mobile phone ringing gently, as I had it on silent but the vibrations on the bedside cabinet woke me.

I was groggy, as I leaned out of the bed and grabbed a hold of the phone. I answered the caller in my sleepy voice, and the reply back sent shivers down my spine. The voice spoke. "Hey Sandra, sleep well?" 

It was James calling, I felt shivers down my spine and I couldn't help it as I felt wet down between my legs. I was breathing hard as I spoke low. "Why are you calling?" I demanded whispering. I slid out from beneath the blankets wearing my flimsy, pink see-thru lingerie. I moved quickly out of the room and he spoke. 

"I didn't get to fuck you last night, because he called you. I plan to fuck you today, where is he?" James asked me, referring to Michael.

I spun in the corridor outside of the bedroom, quickly closing the door to our bedroom and answered. "He's sleeping, I thought we were done with this." I exclaimed.

Down the phone line, he laughed even though gently I became angry. "I'm looking at those emails I showed you last night, how would Micheal's parents feel seeing such pictures this morning of his beautiful fiance?" He sarcastically asked me.

I bit down on my tongue, but only to clear my head. I spoke and answered him. "Fine, what do you want?" I spat back down the line.

There was silence down the line, and then he spoke. "Write a note out for Michael, explaining you have gone out to sort things out for the Wedding day. Get dressed and come over here." James ordered me.

I quickly made my way along the corridor to the staircase, leading downstairs. I spat back down the phone line. "I can't come over today! He'll ask questions!" I barked.

Again he simply laughed gently and responded. "Then you better write a good fucking note for him to wake up to, now put on some fishnets and a skirt. I'm sure you have those somewhere in your closet. Now hurry the fuck up, Sandra. Don't make me send these emails." James explained, before hanging up on me. I was breathing hard now, alone in the corridor outside Micheal's bedroom. 

I took a deep breath, and made my way quickly back into the bedroom hoping to not wake Michael as I dressed. Safe, knowing Michael hadn't woken I wrote a quick note out and left it on the dresser next to the bed.

I quickly made my way out of the house wearing exactly what he told me to wear; a short denim skirt, with black fishnet pantyhose underneath, and a matching Lycra top that showed off my breasts beneath. I hailed a cab, and jumped in giving the driver James's address. I should have felt disgusted, angry, and full of venom for him but in reality, I wanted his big cock and I felt guilty wanting it so.

James

An Hour Later Since The Phone Call, 9:02AM

I waited eager for Sandra to show up, I knew my phone call would make her move that hot, sexy ass of hers to get over to my apartment.

I waited, hoping she didn't have second thoughts since last night.

I had woken up early, at 7AM so I decided I needed to put my early-rise boner inside Sandra, and called her. 

I waited, watching some early morning news and finally just after the clock chimed 9AM I heard the doorbell ring.

I smiled, standing from the sofa I made my way over to the door and opened it, there she stood shyly dressed as I told her to dress.

She did as told over the phone and wore a tight-fitting Lycra black top, that was pulled tightly over her breasts and stuck to her skin. Sandra had chosen to wear a denim skirt, and beneath that black fishnet tights I assumed. She had dressed as I told, which told me that she was enjoying our little arrangement now.

Her eyes dropped from mine to my crotch, and on cue I had a big hard on in my pants from earlier and she seemed entranced by it.

"You came, I see." I said grinning as I saw her try to avoid looking at my bulge, but she couldn't deny it for long I knew that.

Sandra avoided looking into my eyes, perhaps out of shame but she spoke up. 

Let's just get this over with, so I can get back home to Michael." She whispered sliding past me gently, entering my apartment but not before as she slid past me I pressed my bulge into her ass gently to indicate what I had in mind for her.

She shivered, and let go of a gentle, throaty moan as she continued past me.

I closed the door behind us, never taking my eyes off of her ass as she swung her hips as she walked. 

I slowly inspected her, as she came to a halt in the center of the lounge and turned to face me.

"So, what am I doing here?" She asked me.

I watched her, for any flicker of doubt in her mind but she seemed as if she knew what she was doing here.

"You know what you're doing here, now take off your boots." I said, indicating for her to remove her ankle boots she wore.

Obediently, even with a stare of absolute guilt across her face she undid the zips on both her boots, and kicked them off gently before stepping forward.

"What now?" She asked me.

I smiled, she was giving herself to me fully, I could instruct her to do anything and she would. I owned Sandra now.

"Kneel." I said in a tone that oozed dominance over her.

She huffed, as she slowly dropped gracefully to her knees in her fishnets.

"I'm a slave, is that it?" She mused, but even though she spoke out in anger she had put her hands behind her back as she knelt.

Conflicting, her mind was as she fought between lust and what she thought was love for Michael.

It was exciting, the control I had over her.

"You are my slave, until I decide you no longer are. Did you leave a convincing note for Michael to wake up to find?" I asked slowly walking around her in a circle, as she knelt.

She moaned, and shook before speaking again.

"Yes, I wrote a note saying I was out looking at dresses for my brides maids. I didn't need him with me, as I thought it would be boring for him. I wrote down that I would be back around the late afternoon today." She responded.

"Good." I said simply as I walked towards her facing her.

"Is this what I am, a cock whore for you? A man who's not my loving fiance, nor a very good friend of my lover." She scowled at me at my feet.

I pulled down the zip of my tented jeans, and pulled out my rock hard cock inches from her face.

"God you bastard, you stand there proud of your big cock and betray Michael as your best friend." She sighed.

I sighed, getting annoyed of her pretending to actually hate this with me.

"You betray him, not me Sandra. You chose to withhold the truth of your past, not me. I know you love him, but even I would have thought you would have been honest with him." I said moving closer to her face with my cock, inches from her parted lips.

"A nice, big. cock doesn't make you a good man, James." She moaned as I shoved my cock into her mouth, and slowly she grew accustomed to the size and began to slide her wet, moist lips up and down my shaft.

I smiled as she began to moan, and close her eyes gently before opening them again as she purred around my cock.

"I ain't trying to be a good man, I'm here to be a bastard and take my lot in life." I said holding her head as I pushed more of my cock into her wet, moist, warm mouth.

She said nothing more, as she purred and used her tongue to moisten my shaft and cock.

"You keep this up, and Michael will never know about your past and you can be happy families with him." I said with a grunt, as I savored her wet, mouth on my cock.

It was so wrong, so deliciously wrong as she sucked my cock she looked up with her eyes and looked so submissive, and defenseless. If I had my mobile phone in my hand at that moment, I would have taken a photo of the moment to keep.

Sandra continued to slurp on my cock, as her warm mouth felt like a sauna enveloping my cock. She had done this for years so I assumed she knew everything about sex, pornography and pleasing men in ways that would make great scenes.

"Get it down you're fucking throat, Sandra." I grunted, holding her head and forcing her to retch, and gag.

Sandra gagged, clenching her eyes shut and they began to tear up but she continued to suck my cock obediently.

She pulled off my cock abruptly.

"That's how you treat me, I suck your dirty, thick cock and you throw abuse at me." 

I smiled shoving my cock back into her mouth, making her gag but keep her eyes unblinking looking up at me.

"That's right, that's what you are to me." I said enjoying using her mouth.

Her eyes never left mine, as she gagged and moaned around my cock.

I pulled out of her mouth briefly and slapped her face with my cock, not hard but in a dominating manner before shoving it back in her mouth.

"Is this what the guys did to you in your movies, used you like a bitch, and dominated you. You had no need to star in those films, I would have done it to you for free." I grinned.

She abruptly spat out my cock.

"I would never let you near me, without being paid to you sick fuck. This is how you get your kicks, raping me." She gasped, as I she actually took my cock back into her mouth willingly.

"Yeah right, I'm raping you am I. You are loving this." I moaned, as I felt her tongue lap at my cock.

All the while, Sandra kept her hands behind her back obediently.

Thinking back to the film I saw Sandra in, this situation reminded me that I was in the same position as that young guy, that she rode.

I grabbed hold of her Lycra black top, and pulled it up exposing Sandra's bare breasts in all their glory, as she had worn no bra today.

"Oh you were made to please men, Sandra." I giggled to myself, as I pulled the top off fully throwing it aside like trash.

Her eyes were unblinking, burning hatred in them as she kept watching me.

I took hold of her left breast, and gently yet firmly pinched her nipple.

She moaned hard, gurgling around my cock most likely fighting back the pain of her nipple to keep sucking my cock.

"Keep sucking." I said ordering her, as I took her right nipple in hand and in unison I pinched both in time with each other.

Sandra gasped, gurgling harder as she clenched her eyes shut shaking.

"I think it's time I fucked you now, don't you." I said, before plopping my rigid cock from her mouth.

"I think it's well overdue." I said, as Sandra didn't seem to know what to do, was she going to let me fuck her, cross that final line.

She began to back away, as if she was being approached by a while bear.

"Remember the deal, Sandra. What do you want, Michael to find out about those videos of yours?" I asked approaching her, holding my cock.

Sandra gasped, her Romanian accent came out loud and clear.

"No, please don't!" She pleaded.

"Then you know what to do, Sandra." I said in a poisonous tone.

Sandra sighed, and moved over to the sofa.

Eying me up, she slowly slid her hands to her sides and took hold of the waistband of her fishnet tights.

"Once I do this... I will have betrayed Michael." She said slowly inching them down.

"Turn around, ass towards me and slowly roll them down over your butt." I said sternly.

Sandra gasped, I could see tears as she turned obediently with her ass at me, and slowly rolled them down.

The tights began at her hips, and as she rolled them down first the tops of her butt cheeks came into view, then as they rolled further down her ass crack was next to be seen.

"Keep going, stop fucking stalling." I said, and Sandra forced a glance over her shoulder at me, before continuing to roll the tights down.

"Can't you just fucking enjoy this." She gasped, as if upset by my insistence on her hurrying up.

I went quiet, as she turned back towards the sofa and continued rolling down her fishnets.

No underwear was in sight, I think she decided she didn't need to wear anything with me, and soon it was confirmed.

She had no underwear on beneath the fishnets.

The tights were now under her ass cheeks, and before she could continue I jumped onto her from behind, pushing her onto the sofa.

The push, sent her face first into the pillows of the sofa, with her ass high in the air obscenely still with the fishnets not fully down.

"Wait!" She squealed, but I wasn't looking to wait and positioned my cock at her smooth less, hairless pussy about to claim my prize.

Then the fucking house phone rang, not Sandra's phone, but my own.

"FUCK IT!" I shouted, my cock less than an inch from her moist, glistening pussy.

Sandra was gasping, breathing hard and rapidly waiting for the inevitable.

I sighed, and pulled back, crossing the room to the phone leaving her in such a pose, you would think she was working in a brothel.

I stopped in the center of the room, breathing my hard with my cock erect, and waiting. 

I could see Sandra moving to roll her fishnets back up, so I dashed over the room and grabbed hold of her hips shoving her back down on the sofa, leaving her ass high in the air for me.

"Don't fucking move." I said, pressing my cock against her slit, my cock head becoming moist, I was about to ram into her when the phone rang again more insistent.

"Just answer it, please. It might be Michael." She moaned, breathing hard yet aroused as her juices leaked down her thighs from her slit.

"You'd like that wouldn't you, so I don't fuck you today." I said angrily, spanking her ass.

She gasped in pain, as I assumed she could feel my cock banging at her door, wanting inside her pussy.

"Its not my phone ringing, is it? It's your phone." She gasped, her breathing became calm.

"Just answer it, then get on with this. You can get your dirty, big cock in me if that's what you want after you answer it." She moaned.

I sighed, pulling back from her stepping backwards.

"Don't pull them up, I'm telling you alright." I said, and crossed the room to my house phone picking it up, trying to calm my voice.

"Hello." I said simply, my voice ragged.

A silence, and then Michael himself spoke.

"Hey man, Sandra has gone out shopping. I know which dress shop she's going to, so I was thinking we could meet her there and we could all go for a drink, and for something to eat man. What about it?" He asked down the line, as I turned to see Sandra hadn't moved per my instructions.

Her firm, bubble butt was still in the air with the fishnets under the cheeks still hanging on.

I never said it, but I thought it with such anger in my head.

"Fuck." I thought to myself.

I knew Michael well, he would go to all of the stores Sandra would be shopping at and if didn't find her he would come over to my place, and ask me to help him find her.

I continued to look at Sandra, stroking my rigid cock.

"Yeah sure man, I'll be over at yours in an hour and we'll go and surprise her." I said, forcing a cheerful laugh.

"Great man, I'll see you in an hour then." Michael said cheerfully in response, and ended the call.

I put down the phone, and sighed rubbing my face trying to make sense of this.

"Get your fishnets up, and get dressed. That was Michael, he is going to go to the stores you usually check for dresses for the wedding. He's expecting me over in an hour, so we can surprise you at the store then make an night of it out together." I said angry, but my tone was mild.

"What?" She gasped, surprised.

"It was Michael, he expects to find you at the usual stores you view dresses at. Get dressed, you are going to have to go to the stores and I'll meet Michael at the house and we'll meet you. Act surprised, and we'll make it go as fast as we can." I said pulling up my jeans.

I think Sandra was genuinely surprised, and slowly pulled her tights back up and dressed as I did.

"I never expected it to be Michael." She whispered.

"Neither did I." I grunted, and seconds later we were both dressed. 

Sandra began to walk to the front door.

"Come here first." I said sternly. and she turned to me nodding.

She came over to me.

I pulled her close by her skirt, and she gasped.

I pressed my mouth on hers, giving her a wet, heavy kiss and she moaned back before I broke the kiss.

"You will say nothing, understand?" I said simply.

She nodded.

I pulled her into my crotch, and spread her legs and rubbed my hard, rigid bulge against her crotch through her tights.

"You will act surprised, and then we will go for the drink and meal together." I said giving her a thrust, making her gasp and bite her lip.

"I understand." She gasped, moaning gently.

I smiled, gripping her ass through the denim skirt.

"Let's go then." I said, and we left the house and she got into her own car, to drive to the mall and I got into my own car, driving towards Micheal's house.

95 Minutes Later, Mall Parking Lot

Here we were, I was pretending to have no knowledge of where Sandra was, and that Michael would know which store she was shopping at.

The moment I got to Micheal's I pleaded ignorance, saying I was happy to surprise Sandra with him and then go out for the evening with the couple.

God only knew, if Michael had any inkling that less than an hour before meeting him I had his beautiful, Romanian fiance gagging on my cock.

He was completely oblivious to the truth, and that was how I wanted him to be.




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We jumped into my car, and I drove us to the mall Michael said was where the store Sandra was always viewing dresses for the wedding.

I parked the car up in the parking lot, outside of the mall and we got out of the car walking towards the mall.

"I can't believe I'm actually getting married man, remember when we were kids and we always said no broad would force us to settle down." Michael laughed gently.

"Remember? I still remember fucking that Louise Sheridan's mother, and her that very same night of Donnie's big party." I laughed, playing the willing best friend.

"Yeah I knew you would remember that night, I had to provide an alibi to your mom that you were studying at my house." He laughed back.

We continued walking towards the mall, talking about that night and many others where I got laid, and at times where he did too.

We entered the mall, heading for the second floor where women's garment stores were.

We walked around a few, and then we saw her well more like I did.

Sandra was inside the store, looking at a rack of dresses.

I smiled seeing her, how close I came only an hour ago. 

Well tonight when out for the meal, and drink I would have her.




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My Best Friend's New Girlfriend Ch. 03



This installment of this series, is split into two parts; one from the viewpoint of Sandra and the other from James's viewpoint. Just to clarify that for everyone. 

*

~Sandra~

There they both were, my beloved fiance Michael and my secret lover, if I could call him that, more like my owner James. I had pretended I was surprised, even shocked they were in the mall. That it was a pleasant surprise, but it wasn't. I had been at James's house only hours before, letting him gag me on his thick cock, and he was about to impale me on his cock had it not been for Michael calling. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? That he had stopped us from fucking, without knowing he had.

I pushed the thought aside, and walked over to them both, and Michael seemed so pathetic to me, I had cheated on him, and would continue to cheat on him to stop him from knowing my deep, dark secret. With my outfit, I hoped Michael wouldn't suspect anything, or ask about it. That hope faded however, as I could see Michael's eyes notice my short denim skirt, tight fitting Lycra top and the black fishnets hugging my legs. His mind must have been mulling over what he was seeing, and I had to force a smile as he came close and kissed me on the lips.

"Hey baby, I didn't see you leave this morning, that's quite an outfit." Michael commented smiling, and I smiled back, but then I saw James watching us both. He knew more than Michael could ever hope to know, about the true purpose of my outfit that day. It made me feel sick, and guilty to the pit of my stomach, doing this to him. I looked at James, my owner and forced a smile.

"Hey James, I didn't think we'd be seeing you today." I said smiling, forcing it through gritted teeth. James smiled, and moved in closer to me, and his aftershave was intoxicating to my nostrils as he leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"How are you, Sandra?" He asked me, and I could see he was fighting the urge to grin like a smug cat. Then I felt it, I knew Michael couldn't see it, but James was caressing my ass, through my denim skirt, but at the angle we were standing together, Michael couldn't see it. I hoped for the grace of god, he didn't see it, but he was still smiling as James pulled away from me. 

"I'm good, thanks for asking. So what are you guys doing here?" I asked pretending like an Oscar nominee actress, pretending I knew nothing.

"Well I thought, all three of us could hang out, and then go for a meal together. I want us all to become closer, I want you and James to become friends." Michael smiled, looking into some of the displays in the store fronts.

I forced another smile, as gullible as I looked.

"That's a great idea baby, why don't we go and check some of the wedding dresses I picked out." I said, referring to the store behind me I had been in and had picked out a few dresses, to try out later in the day.

Michael smiled, and turned to James.

"You sure you can handle shopping for wedding dresses with us?" He asked.

James forced his smile, his annoying yet rugged smile, and grinned at me.

"I'm sure I'll find something to pass the time." He said cockily, and as I continued to force my smile we all went inside the shop together, and I knew for certain James had his eyes glued to my ass and body from behind me. This would be a long, fucking day.

~James~

God, why did I have to agree with Michael to meet with him, and pretend this was the first time I had seen Sandra this entire day. I couldn't get anywhere near her with Michael pampering him like a sick puppy, checking out the dresses she had picked out, and sharing giggles and laughs with one another. At one point, she even put a fucking flower in his hair, from a nearby flower display. It was pathetic, indeed I didn't plan to marry any woman, but simply fuck the living shit out of them all.

After a few more dresses were tested, Michael had told Sandra he had to find the toilets in the mall, and he would be back soon. Sandra nodded, and kissed him gently on his cheek. She was alone, maybe not for long, but long enough for me. She was looking at some of the dresses on a rack, still wearing her skirt, fishnets and top. I slowly moved over to her, keeping a mental check of everyone nearby. The store was almost empty other than me, Sandra and the store clerk.

She was so wrapped up in her fairy tale world of the coming wedding to Michael she hadn't noticed me creep up behind her, and with no one able to see us I grabbed her hips and pulled her firmly into my lap grinding my bulge against her ass, through her skirt. I felt her tense in my arms, and even try to pull away, but I was too strong holding her literally on her tip-toes grinding into her ass.

"Please don't, not today, Michael will see us! Let me just dream about this wedding!" She pleaded, in a strong tone, but low as a whisper.

I was beyond listening, and my eyes scanned nearby to us, and we were still clear. I shoved my nose into her hair, and breathed in her sweet, womanly scent.

"Just bend the fuck over, Sandra." I said sternly into her ears, as my hands found the edges of her skirt, and I forced it up over her hips exposing her ass, within the fishnets she wore.

She was beyond fighting me, but I could hear her weeping now as I ground my cock into her ass. I knew I was risking so much, to be found out, by a staff member or Michael returning, and I decided to move us both to an empty stall nearby. I pulled her towards it, as she let the dress she was looking at fall to the floor, and I literally dragged her to the stall, as her feet dragged. I pushed open the stall door, and slid inside with Sandra in tow.

~Sandra~

The son of a bitch! He was dragging me into a fucking stall used to change into the lovely wedding dresses, to have his way with me. Why was I not fighting him off, why didn't I bite him? I had use of my mouth still, so why did I not do it? I was weeping, it was all I could do, as he closed the stall door behind us both, as we were pressed against each other in the confined space. I wanted to scream, yet I was shaking, and even felt wetness between my thighs. Christ I was getting aroused by him again.

He had me with my back to him, and I faced away looking at the small mirror on the wall the stall was constructed against. I could see I was breathing hard, my head slightly high in the air, my neck exposed, and he dived in kissing my warm skin there, and I felt the tickling sensation of his searching tongue.I didn't stop him, on the contrary I was panting like a disgraceful bitch in heat for him, as he sucked on my exposed neck. He was pulling aside the stretchy material of the Lycra top, to get to more of my neck and shoulders.

I was panting, this should have disgusted me, yet my new owner was marking his territory, sucking hard on my neck, leaving a red mark as he pulled away from my neck. It was a hickey he left there, for me. He wasn't in this to come second in place, he was in this to fucking have his way with me. His hands were exploring me, grabbing at my small, yet firm breasts through my Lycra top. I knew it was a bad idea to wear the Lycra top, my breasts were pushed in tight, and open to his gropes. It wasn't doing anything to stop his advances, but James had ordered me to wear it, and he knew the reason to have me wear it.

His hands slid down and slowly slid inside my Lycra top, clawing up my exposed skin, and tummy to my breasts his hands moved. I felt them cup my breasts now, under the stretchy material of the top. His hands mauled my breasts, squeezing my erect nipples, I was panting more heavily now as he aroused my body, and I even felt my ass press into his big, thick bulge where his big cock was. I was doing it without meaning to, my body was betraying me as I bounced my pert, little ass off of his bulge.

He seemed to love this, as I felt and saw one of his hands leave my breasts, sliding out from under the top he moved it to my ass and began to palm it through the skirt, squeezing my cheeks. He took what he wanted, had this been Michael I could enjoy this, without guilt. But this was James, Michael's best friend and the man blackmailing me into these degrading moments with him. 

"You love this don't you, you're like a dog in heat Sandra. Soaking wet down there I'm guessing, and panting like you need a good fuck." James purred in my ears.

His voice, his tone, his rugged feel against my body was too much, I was betraying Michael, but I couldn't deny I wanted James. His big cock was already like a thick telegraph pole sticking out of his jeans, against my ass, I feared someday he would want to fuck me in the ass, and how painful it would be with his big cock in me. 

"James please, Michael could be looking for us, and he could check these stalls and find us." I said in a low whisper, as an orgasm was building in me from his fingers twisting my erect nipples. I panted even more now as I felt his other hand on my breasts leave, and move down to my ass, and slowly grab hold of the waistband to my fishnets. 

He wouldn't be so stupid as to try and fuck me here? With Michael outside searching for us, it would suicide! He wouldn't, would he? Fuck he would. His hands grabbed my fishnets and curling them into his fists, pulled them down with a quick pull, exposing my ass to him, and as I was seeing James today I had opted not to wear any underwear. Bad mistake again on my part, giving into his demands.

He began to kneed my ass cheeks, pressing them together, peeling them wide open exposing my ass hole and pussy to him, and I knew he loved the sight of it. He peeled my cheeks back once more, before shoving his fingers inside my gaping pussy, and he roughly sawed his hand in and out making the juices that I had built up there, drip onto the floor and into my tights. 

"Bastard, they'll be soaked for the rest of the day." I whispered to him, as I would have to wear the wet tights for the rest of the day, and be uncomfortable in them. He wasn't listening to me as I heard the clink and clang of his belt around his jeans come loose, he was getting his big cock out now. I was panting faster, harder now as he pressed his piece of prime meat into my small, firm ass cheeks and I gasped out so loud he clamped his hand over my mouth to shut me up. It was true, it was quite a loud noise, we didn't want Michael to find us. 

"Keep quiet, or he will find us. Now spread your legs more." James growled in my ears, even his voice turned me on.

Michael wasn't like this at home, or in bed, he kept fearing he was hurting me, I didn't want him to hurt me, I just wanted him to dominate me like his woman, as James did for me. James began to press his bulbous cock head against my wet, hot, warm pussy as I spread my legs for him. This was it, James was finally going to fuck me, after all of messing around together, he was going to stick me finally with his big cock. I hated it, but I wanted this moment, I wanted him to empale me on his rod.

He was going to, God his cock was so thick, it felt like a piece of steel piping between my ass cheeks. I felt it, I could see it in the mirror, my hips involuntarily rolled and I leaned forwards as I felt his cock head enter me, my face was a picture of shock, surprise and relief of finally having his cock in me. His cock head felt like the point of a sword, or spear as it slid inside me slowly inch by inch, I knew he didn't have to be so tender with me, was he doing it for my benefit. No chance of that, at that moment with his hands on my hips he pulled me hard into him and he impaled me roughly on his big cock, as my pussy clamped down on his member inside me.

"Finally i'm inside you, fuck you are so tight. I'm glad I just took you now Sandra, we can stop fucking around and enjoy things now." He moaned fucking me like a bitch in heat, pulling hard on my hips, and waist as he fucked me.

"That makes too of us." I whispered, but I said it so low it was meant only for me, and when James said nothing I knew he hadn't heard me.

He fucked me hard and fast, I had to brace myself on the walls at my sides, with my hands as I felt like I was going to fall forwards with his powerful thrusts. But I held my own, against the powerful brute fucking me. Moments passed, and at one point he grabbed my by the hair and pulling on it he pounded my snatch so hard, my legs shook and quaked. He used me, violated, blackmailed me. Yet he was using me like I had always liked, even in my porn days I liked it like this.

I lost track of time, as James pounded into me, he lasted longer than most guys I knew, even Michael couldn't last longer than five minutes at best. I think in my mind, James had been fucking me for almost ten minutes now and he was panting, gasping close to cumming. Then we heard it, Michael calling out for us.

"James? Sandra?" He called out, not too loudly, but enough that if we were in the store we would have heard him clearly enough. Now I knew we would have to think of an excuse once we got out of the stall, and pretended we hadn't heard him. James slid his hand over my mouth, and with the other gripping my top from behind me, he hammered into me, and I knew he had his own teeth clenched, to keep his moans low from Michael to hear.

"Keep quiet, if he hears us you're dream wedding is over." James whispered to me, God even when he gets what he wants from me, he still abuses and humiliates me. It hurt, I wanted him to enjoy this, and be thankful, instead of treating me like a dog at times.

His thrusting was too much, his cock was hitting my clitoris at an angle, and I screamed hard into his wet, grubby palm and felt my orgasm overtake me hard. I came like a water fountain, further messing my clothing, and soaking my tights even further than before. James was still hammering into my pussy, as I came down from my orgasm, my eye lids felt heavy, and my legs weak. It took so much strength not to sag, and fall onto the floor of the stall, but James held me tight as he shoved his meat inside me.

Again my fiance called for us both, not relenting.

"Where are you guys?" Michael called out in the distance in the store, but James ignored his best friend, fucking his fiance roughly, as if he had thrown away his friendships. A few moments passed, and James grunted and hard, as he flooded my pussy with his hot, thick, creamy cum. It was too much, it flooded my womanhood, and began to dribble out into my tights and onto the floor. Son of a bitch! My tights could give away what me and James had been up to, luckily my skirt was still there to hide most of it. A few more pushes, pulls and grunts our bodies came to a stop, from rocking together.

I was breathing hard, as I felt James pull me close and kiss my neck. It felt passionate, what we had just done, at the very least it was deep and meaningful. For some reason I hoped it was for James, as I felt it was, it scared me. Was I falling for him? No don't be stupid, I thought to myself and forced the thought from my mind. James withdrew his hand from my mouth, and took in as much air as I could into my lungs. I made sure my gasps for air were low enough, not to be heard by Michael.

James turned, and in the mirror I saw he was looking out of the stall to see where Michael was.

"He's gone, he's moved over to the main entrance. Get your clothes back on, we can get out and pretend we were looking at dresses. Come on." James ordered me, and with a sigh I began to pull my fishnets back on. Then came my skirt, to cover the cum stains, and wet spots of the tights, I pulled it over my ass. James was pulling his jeans back on, and putting his belt on. He met my eyes in the mirror, and grinned. I hated him, yet wanted the bastard. We slowly dressed and prepared to leave the stall together.

~James~

That was amazing, the best fuck I had in a long while, and after waiting so long to finally get my cock inside Sandra it was finally done. Now I could fuck her when I wanted, how I wanted. We prepared ourselves, tried to hide any signs of what we had been doing together, and checking once more through the crack of the stall door I saw Michael was around, and opened the door letting Sandra out ahead of me, and I followed her. We began to walk around the store, and towards the main entrance Michael had gone to. 

Sandra was scared, it was clear in her eyes, and movements as she looked for Michael.

"Relax, I saw Michael last at the main entrance. He won't know a thing when he sees us, we just say we were checking dresses in the back with a staff member." I said to her as we walked.

Sandra said nothing, just nodding to me as we rounded a corner of racks that had dresses on them, and Michael was there, standing near the counter with member if staff. 

"Switch that out, just say we were looking at dresses at the back and couldn't hear him." I told her, as it seemed there was only one staff member in the store, and if we said our first initial story in front of them, they would dispute it. 

Michael saw us approaching, and smiled at us both.

"Where did you guys go, I was calling for you both." He said looking us both over.

I smiled.

"Your missus wanted to check some of the dresses at the back, I had no choice man, forced into it and shit." I said, playing the part of Michael's childhood friend to put his fears to rest, if he had any. 

He smiled.

"Sorry man, I forgot what she's like around clothing stores." He smiled, and leaned into kiss Sandra on the cheek. I watched her reaction, and on cue she smiled warmly at him.

"Yeah I know I'm bad with clothes babe." She smiled kissing Michael.

She looked at me, and we immediately went back to checking some of the dresses she had picked out, for the next hour. I was quiet, I had got my piece of her ass already, and was content to let them smooch, and kiss. She could pretend she was Michael's and only his, but I knew the truth, I owned her. After we had finished shopping in the Wedding Dress store, where Sandra hadn't actually bought a dress yet, we made our way to a restaurant that had a bar in it, outside the mall for our meal. Now came my best performance ever, to pretend I hadn't just fucked Michael's fiance, and probably made her pregnant from my seed inside her. I would win an Oscar for this performance indeed.

We made our way into the restaurant, and inside we were escorted by a waitress to a table to sit together. The restaurant was nice enough, and the bar looked stocked with my favorite Whiskeys, and beers so it wasn't too bad. As we sat, me and Sandra shared a glance between us both, and she quickly averted it in case Michael had seen it. I immediately called over a waitress, having not even looked at the menu for my choice in drinks, I knew what I needed.

She was a young redhead and she came over to us, smiling. She was nice, with pale skin, and freckles, she had a skinny form but she was still hot and young. She looked to be in her early twenties, with a small chest but nice legs in her red, striped waitress uniform, the skirt of which stopped just below her inner thighs showing lots of skin to me. I liked this restaurant, no doubt about it. She smiled moving to the table, with a pen n notepad in hand.

"What can I get you?" She asked smiling.

I grinned, and wanting to play with fire for a moment I played the flirt in front of Sandra.

"Well are you on the menu?" I asked grinning, and on cue the redhead blushed smiling, my charm works most of the time at least.

"Well I'm single, if that's what you're asking me." The redhead smiled, and blushed even more.

"You got a spare piece of paper, I want your number babe." I smiled at her, and she discretely handed me her pen, and I wrote down my mobile phone number on her piece of paper, and she did the same writing her own number at the bottom of it. Splitting the paper, my number to her, and hers to mine she grinned.




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"Quite forward aren't you." She smiled at me, and I saw her name tag that told me her name was Rachel.

I smiled and grinned, my usual charm away at her.

"Being boring, dull and unadventurous gets us nowhere in life, best to take a chance on things, or people." I smiled, and like a beetroot she blushed. 

Michael was smiling, like any good wing man just like when we were young, and watched me flirt away. 

~Sandra~

I was forced to watch a man who had just fucked me, and used me, flirt with a young redhead waitress. It wasn't that I was falling for James, I just thought he would have been slightly more sensitive to what we had just done together, and flirting with another woman was an insult. I felt used, and shameful as they exchanged numbers, before she took his order for double Jack Daniels's and Cola, and a bottle of beer to match with it. After she left, Michael and James shared that celebratory moment, like two teenage boys celebrating that they had just pulled a sexy, cheerleader for themselves.

I don't know why, but I hated it. I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes, and I felt sick to my stomach. I stood abruptly and stuttered.

"I... I need to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back." I stammered, and I quickly moved to the woman's toilets. Inside as I passed the mirrors along the walls, I saw my eyes were red and moist. I was crying, I was crying for the fucking asshole!

I ran into one of the cubicles, shutting the door behind me. I was shaking, breathing hard, I felt like a knife had pierced my stomach, as I wiped at my tears that were coming out in earnest now.

"Don't cry Sandra, don't you fucking cry for him. You don't love him, you are doing this for Michael. Block it out, don't even think it. Son of a bitch." I gasped, and sitting on the toilet seat I began to cry heavily, unable to contain the tears now.

I had to admit, I just had to for my own sake. I had fallen in love, or was slowly falling for James, the asshole who was blackmailing me for sex. How was I going to do this now, if my initial reasons for doing this were for Michael. I cried hard, even desperately and sat limply on the toilet seat, ashamed and disgusted at herself.

"God... why." I moaned, as I tried to comfort myself, with no results to speak of.

*

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My Best Friend's New Girlfriend Ch. 04



This installment of this series, is split into two parts; one from the viewpoint of Sandra and the other from James's viewpoint. Just to clarify that for everyone. 

~James~

A few days had passed since we all went out for the meal together, and that day Sandra seemed angry, and distant with me. For the last few days I hadn't seen her, she seemed to keep herself busy with the wedding preparations, and she never answered her phone for me. She was beginning to irritate me, we had worked out our agreement, and the bitch was flaunting the rules I set down for her. I finally had enough, and knowing Michael was at work, I decided to pay Sandra a visit at home.

I was slightly drunk to be honest, I had downed a few light beers at a local bar near my place, and a few shots of Jack Daniels; but I was still stable on my feet. The drink hadn't hindered me, but it had improved my sex drive for the little slut, and I had a hard whopper in my pants destined for her holes. I couldn't drive, so I jumped a cab outside the bar to go straight to her and Michael's place.

The cab driver was asking me questions; ones I didn't want to answer, as they were quite personal questions. I knew he was trying to just be chatty, but I wasn't in the mood for that today. I was in the mood for a good, rough, hard fuck with Sandra. We soon arrived at the house, I knew that Michael was out at work, and that Sandra should have been home alone today. I paid the driver his fee, and got out of the car before making my way to the front door. I was about to knock on the door, to get Sandra's attention when I decided to play my favorite game with her; Break-in. 

I moved around the house, to the patio where the sliding door was - it was either unlocked, or one of the windows were open. I was planning to sneak inside, and grab her while she least suspected this from me. I made my way to the patio, and found that it was unlocked; I slid it open, and quietly entered the kitchen. It was nice and clean, obviously Sandra kept a warm, home for Michael. I slowly crept through the kitchen into the lounge, the TV was on, but it was on a low volume level. I then heard movement upstairs, Sandra was in the bedroom or one of the rooms upstairs.

I looked around the lounge, and on the leather couch lay folded clothes including a pile of undergarments; Sandra's panties, bras and hosiery. Among them was a few pairs of clean, and wash pantyhose. I picked up two pairs of simple, black tights and one pair of panties; a purple pair. I crept towards the staircase in the hallway. I knew I had to as quiet as I could be, I didn't know since the last time I had seen Sandra; if she was determined to never sleep with me again, even if I threatened to tell Michael about her sordid history. This was a surprise visit, and that meant I needed to surprise Sandra; it would be the only way that I would be able to fuck her brains out, while Michael was at work.

As I began to slowly mount the stairs, I heard a low creak, but continued to move up the stairs, and I could hear the faint lyrics of Britney Spears's Womanizer playing from one of the upper rooms. Then I heard it, Sandra's voice singing along to the lyrics of Womanizer. She was enjoying the music, she was singing to. As I found myself on the landing of the top floor of the house, I could see one of the rooms; it's door was ajar and the music was originating from inside. I crept slowly along the carpet floor, of the hallway towards the ajar door. The soft carpet made my approach almost silent, unlike the wood floors on the ground floor. 

As I approached the ajar door, Sandra's singing became clearer for me to hear her singing along to the dirty, lyrics of Womanizer. I carefully slid my hand along the wall to the door, and slowly peered through the gap. There she stood, singing and dancing to Womanizer on an iPod, she had playing aloud on the bed. This was the master bedroom, that she and Michael shared. She was dancing between the bed frame, and the cabinet across up against the bedroom wall. She was wearing skin-tight latex leggings, with socks on her feet, they were simple pink in color. She was also wearing a simple black turtle-neck top, with long sleeves. Her dark hair flowed as she swung her hips, seductively in a circle, and jerked her hips every-time the song got heavy in it's beats. She had her back to me, to the actual bedroom door as she danced away, oblivious. Perfect situation for a man, like me who was preparing to rape every hole she possessed.

I moved closer to the door, and slowly pushed it open. I noticed now as well, that her dark hair was curled, in cute curls. She must have done it for Michael's benefit. I pushed open the door to almost all of it's expanse, and moved into the room. The floor was carpeted, so again it was perfect for my plan. As if God could not have made the situation any sweeter, as I entered the room Sandra bent over in front me, with her sexy, little firm ass in those latex leggings, in my face. She still couldn't see me standing at the door, but it looked like she was getting clothes from a box in front of her. She must have put the music on to help her get through the chore, of going through her clothes.

I moved across the carpet, a few steps and stood about fifteen inches from her ass, tightly packed into those constricting leggings. I moved closer, another few steps until I was literally standing behind her, my crotch level with her little, firm butt. 

"Hey, Sandra. How are things?" I said in my vindictive tone, and smiled.

At first Sandra, didn't rise upon hearing my voice. I wasn't giving her a chance, to sound the alarm to her neighbors, if she had chosen to avoid me now. I moved in close, and grabbed her by her hips, placing my hands on the smooth latex leggings. I forced her to face the bed to her left, and forced her over to bend over the bed frame. I made sure her face hit the blanket on the bed, with a thud. It was a soft thud, but she still made a gasping sound as she hit the bedding.

"No please! Don't do this James! This can't go on!" She pleaded to me.

I gripped the clean panties I had taken downstairs, and shoved them into her mouth without saying anything. I had my hand laid fully out, against her lower back forcing her to stay bent over the bed frame. Next came her wrists, I brought them behind her back, not too roughly but rough enough to make sure she knew not to piss me off. I took one pair of the pantyhose, I had and bound her wrists tightly leaving them on her lower back as she couldn't move. Next I took the black pantyhose, the final pair of them; folded them over and pulled it over her eyes, and tied them in place behind her head. Bound, gagged and blindfolded - the three principles of my life, for women.

I now decided to calm down somewhat, I was breathing hard from excitement and the thrill of this situation; I positioned myself directly behind Sandra, my crotch right up against her ass. "Hhhmmmppp!" She gasped, the sound was muffled from the underwear shoved inside her mouth. She made this involuntary noise, as I had thrust my hard, firm bulge into her small, yet tight ass. The impact of my hard, pipe object against her ass which was pressed tightly together, that her cheeks were almost one had surprised her. 

I did this a few times, thrusting my hard-on against her bottom; and each time she responded with the same sound as the first time I had done it to her. I slid my hand along her back, past her bound wrists up to her neck, before grabbing a handful of her curly, dark hair and pulled back on it hard. This forced her upper body up from the bed, and I held her head like I would with a bad girl, I showed her who was the boss. 

"I own you, Sandra. Now I'm sure you've decided that our little agreement is over now, fucking fat chance of that. I'm here to reiterate that our deal is still in place, bitch." I said loud enough from behind her, for her to hear me. 

But me pulling her hair so much that her upper body was now high in the air, and her bottom part was arched in response; told her to pay me all her attention when I spoke.

"I'm here to take what's mine, by right." I said in such a venomous tone, it made her entire body shiver in fear.

I brought my free hand back, behind her and brought it down on her small, firm buttocks and smacked her fine ass so hard, it made her jump and almost fall forwards onto the bed; had I not been holding her by her hair.

"First I'm going to get back to some familiarity of this, fine body of yours." I said again, and with my free hand not pulling on her hair, I placed it between her inner thighs. Inches from her actual groin, and forcibly opened her legs so violently, she screamed into the gag. It wasn't painful, it was how forceful I was being. 

Now Sandra was bent over, still with her upper body arched up in the air, and her legs spread wide open almost to the feet of the bed frame. 

"You know what this sound is don't you, bitch?" I asked her, not expecting any answer.

I began to undo the belt of my jeans, making sure to be as loud as I could with it; so she knew I was undoing my belt. She heard the clink and clang, of the buckle to the belt hitting the buttons of my jeans. The noise made the very hairs on her arms stand high, and next I made sure she heard me actually remove the entire belt from the jeans; throwing them to the floor with a loud bang. She shook, and even convulsed from the noise. 

"That's the sound of the ever-impending fuck that this small, firm ass of yours is going to endure." I told her, in my venom-laced tone.

"But first, it's going to be your mouth and throat that's going to meet with my cock; then the rest of your holes. I know Michael is out of the house, for most of the day at work. So nothing is going to spoil is rare, opportunity I am take advantage of." I said, beginning to undo my buttons of my jeans.

She began to swing her head left and right, defiantly as if trying to get free of the hand pulling on her hair. I finally relented on that part of her hair, and released her hair, her entire upper body fell slump onto the bed again. She was breathing hard, against the gag in her mouth, as I had made her sweat and breath hard. Her body was now flat, and fully on the bed; still with her legs wide open for me.

"I believe you're wearing these, tight sexy leggings for your dancing routines; shame they have become the reason why I am so fucking horny, for you today. It's let you down, baby." I said rubbing her ass, and thighs through the leggings with both of my hands. 

I was wasting time, Michael could still return home and catch me in the process of raping his fiance; but I wanted to enjoy every moment of this situation, and every inch of her body again. I decided to get down and dirty with her body at that moment, and knelt down behind her very ass. I simply enjoyed the view of her tightly packed bottom, her two cheeks appeared as just one; the only feature that told me that she had two cheeks, was the faint crack between them, highlighted in the leggings. Where that very crack was, faint yet still visible: I literally shoved my entire face into it. The impact forced apart her cheeks, even inside those leggings - invitingly wide open around my jaw, and face. 

"Hhhmmmppp!" She squealed once again, the moan was muffled as well.

I slurped like a hungry dog at the prize her ass was, licking her though the latex material of the leggings. I must have struck a feature, as she was moaning and writhing on the bed as I licked at where I knew her pussy, and anus lay hidden away. My cock was like steel piping in my jeans, it needed to be freed. I undid the last buttons as I slurped, and licked at her ass hands-free. I pulled down my jeans and kicked off my boots. I removed my jeans entirely now, and with just my boxers on I fished out my thick, hard lust-filled cock. I threw my boxers to the floor with my jeans, and it's belt. I was only wearing my plain, black t-shirt. That could stay on for the moment. I slid my hands up along her legs, to the very waistband of her leggings, and began to roll them down.

Sandra appeared submissive now, no longer defiant or resisting me; knowing I was undressing her, piece by piece. Slowly her lower back was visible, and as the leggings dropped lower and lower, the tops of her buttocks were on show to me. I could just see what looked to the be the waistband of a black thong. The waistband was perched above her ass crack, and the straps were just above her small, hips. She was dressed to impress in my mind, sadly it was meant for Michael and I was the one to enjoy it all. I rolled down the remainder of the leggings, passed her knees and to her ankles. I slipped them off her feet and threw them aside. She was still wearing her turtleneck top, and the black thong. Her pink socks were still on her feet, as she lay panting hard and helpless on the very bed, she shared with her fiance.

"It's amazing, no matter how hard you try to avoid me; you always end up in the same predicament - always bent over, ready for my cock. Sometimes forced, and bound; other times you're just gagging for it." I said vindictively, standing up behind her.

This must have spurred her defiance back up a notch, and she attempted to stand up from the bed, but I was too quick for her; shoving her back down on the bed, with my hand on her lower back. She began to cry quietly, as the panties in her mouth were now wet with both her saliva and tears. She was crying away quietly, her moans were still there, but they were so quiet I had to strain to hear her sad state of emotions. Standing up as I was holding her down again, I slowly removed my hand from her lower back and put both my hands on her hips again, feeling her bare skin and the waistband of the thong she wore. 

"Where is Michael, your lovey, loving husband today? He's at work, as his dirty, slut of a fiance get's fucked like a dog by his best friend. You're fucking soaking wet down there, Sandra. So don't you deny, that you want me." I said, torturing her with my foul words and venomous tone.

I began to roll her hips with my hands, pulling her into my bare, thick erect cock. She could feel the flesh of it against her exposed cheeks, and knew the inevitable was coming. "I'm tired of messing around here." I said to her, as I pulled the back segment of her thong to the side, and exposed her wet, glistening pussy and anus. 

I positioned myself behind Sandra, rubbing my thick, bulbous cock-head against her snatch and without warning the poor girl of it, I rammed it home inside her womanhood. 

"Hhhmmmppp!" She gasped, once again her voice muffled but only briefly as her mouth was slack enough, that she was able to spit out the panties; and was able to speak as I was buried deep inside her pussy.

"Please, this has to stop. You cannot do this anymore, you must stop this. I cannot do this anymore, I'm engaged to marry Michael. This is not fare." She said in a wail, as she began to grind her face into the bedding, helpless yet trying to still be defiant.

I wasn't listening to Sandra, and holding her hips firmly, with my cock still deep inside her; I began to fuck her. In and out I went, thrusting in and out of her wet, open pussy. I had fucked her quite frequently until recently, so her pussy was still quite slack, and open from the last time I did this to her.

"You must listen to me." She pleaded with me, but her body was bouncing back and forth from my thrusts, that she was helpless against me. 

The pantyhose binding her wrists were tight on her, I made sure of that. I decided to try a new position, and lifted her right leg up into the air, she was so light in weight that it was easily to lift her up. I made sure her entire body was still bent over the bed, but with her leg now mid-way in the air this allowed me to bury my cock even deeper inside her, allowing me more range.

"This, uh please you must stop uh, you're opening me up too much. Michael will know something is wrong, when he sleeps with me next." Sandra begged me, yet her frequent moans told me she was enjoying the deep, fucking I was giving her; yet she still tried to scare me off of this with her.

My other hand on her hip, slid along her waist and up inside her turtleneck top. 

"No uh- please just fuck me, don't do anymore." She begged me, hoping I would fuck her pussy for some time, and then stop. 

I didn't plan on that, she still had two usable holes, I planned on filling before I was finished with her. I wasn't going to bother telling this plan of mine, I was just going to do it to her. I went on to fuck Sandra for a few more minutes longer, with her leg in the air held there by myself. I slowly let her leg down, and it touched the carpet floor again. 

"I'm too tired, you've worn me out. Please be content with my pussy, please." She pleaded once again, it was becoming an irritation her pleading. I slipped out of her pussy, still hard and erect - wanting more of her. 

I lifted her off of her feet, around her waist like a barbarian would and hoisted her over the bed frame onto the bed itself. She landed on her back, and I positioned her head over the edge of the bed, so it was hanging limply and inviting. She knew what I was planning to do and attempted to lift her head, but the position, caused discomfort to try and lift her head up. It hung limply over the edge of the bed, her mouth wide open and her body shaking as she knew what this position meant for her well-being.

"No don't do that, not this - it's degrading. Please." She begged of me, crying with fresh tears dripping down her face to the carpet floor.

I wasn't listening, as she swung her head left and right, still blindfolded. I positioned my legs either side of her head, inches from touching her. I aimed my erect cock-head directly at her open, quaking mouth.

"No, get away. Stop this." She said trying once again to sound defiant, but I moved forwards and with her head upside down, she couldn't see my cock, but she could feel the situation; it was coming.

She tried to close her mouth, as my cock inched closer to her lips. 

"Open wide." I said squeezing her nose shut with one hand, and the other holding the base of my erect cock.

She tried desperately to hold her breath, to avoid opening her mouth for me - but she didn't last long, and opened it to gasp for air.

"In we go, no point fighting it Sandra." I said to her, as I pressed the mushroom head of my cock into her mouth as she took in as much air as she could.

My cock slid inside, inch by inch within less than two seconds and she gagged feeling the head of it touch the back of her throat. To stop her trying to spit it out. I placed my hand around her throat and held her there firmly, not painfully but dominantly to make sure she behaved herself. She was retching, and gagging against my cock hitting the back of her throat; her body tried to wiggle all over the bed, but I held her head over the edge of the bed in place.

"There's no point in fighting this, Sandra. It was always going to happen, you were always going to get fucked sooner or later again, by me. So stop fighting me." I ordered her, my tone stern and venomous.

Her body continued to flop, and she attempted to resist but eventually her body calmed and she no longer tried to fight me. The only occasional movement from her, was her legs jerking when I hit the back of her throat too roughly. I had enough of her wearing that turtleneck top, and so I took hold of the collar of it with both hands, and tore it's front wide open. 

The material of it tore, and frayed as her bra came into view between the torn threads. She was wearing a matching bra, but it had purple design on it's cups, a French style. I didn't have to remove the rest of the turtleneck, as long as her chest and breasts were open to me. I pushed up the cups of her bra, letting her soft, firm breasts slip out and lay hanging slightly at her sides. Her nipples were dark, hard and erect - probably because of everything I had already done to her, had aroused her in some way at least.




My Best Friend's New Girlfriend Ch. 04



I let my hands do the work, as I continued to thrust my cock in and out of her mouth. My thrusts were hard, and exact forcing most of my cock each time, fully down her throat. I began to squeeze, maul and exploit her sensitive, erect nipples as I fucked her mouth with my cock. She no longer fought, or resisted me - well she couldn't do much with her head hanging limp over the bed's edge. 

With my cock in her throat, and her hands bound, she was my fuck toy alright. Soon enough, I had her nipples fully erect, overly-sensitive and standing to attention, as her lean body was mine for the taking. I even flicked her nipples with my thumb and index finger, making her moan and shake, every time she would clamp her throat fully down on my cock, and luckily not bearing her teeth.

I finally decided to have a taste of those luscious erect, nipples of hers. With my cock buried down her tight throat, and her wrists bound and useless; I leaned down over her up-turned head, and took her right nipple into my mouth. 

I sucked so hard on it, that she literally jumped from the sheer surprise, and feeling of my mouth on her sensitive nipple. I sucked it like lollipop, licking the tip her nipple and feeling her throat vibrate around my cock, as well as her body jerking to her sides. I enjoyed her frantic movements, as she was helpless to the ecstasy growing inside her, she was enjoying me paying such close attention to her breasts, and their nipples. She was gushing, I could see her wet, wide-open pussy leaking onto the sheets, and her soaked thong.

"Time for the next one." I said with a gleeful grin, and moved onto her left nipple. 

I slid my tongue first over it's tip, and she shuddered. I then enveloped it into my mouth, and sucked like a hungry cub would with his mother's milk. I sucked hard, and flicked the tip with my tongue. I held the entire breast, with my hand and squeezed it in order to push her nipple higher into the air for me to suckle on. 

Then all of a sudden, she began to pivot and thrust her very own crotch into the air, in response to me sucking hard on her breasts. She was grinding into the very air itself, and I knew was so close to exploding; cumming like a water fountain. Just a few more minutes, and constant focus on her sensitive breasts; she would gush onto the bedding itself.

I continued to lick, slurp and suck on her nipples - switching back and forth between them both, every few moments. A few minutes had passed, when Sandra suddenly thrust her crotch into air again, yet this time held it steady. She screamed, and moaned with my cock in her mouth. The sudden explosion of her orgasm, make her throat tighten, and her pussy literally exploded, with her juices splattering the bedding beneath her, and her soiled, thong. Slowly, still moaning away around my cock she gently let her body lower itself back onto the bed, as her orgasm overtook her body.

I decided to hear what she had to say now, after cumming like a fucking water-sprinkler. I slid my cock from her throat, with a plopping sound and she gasped for air as if she had just run a mile.

"Now fucking tell me, that you didn't enjoy that." I said to her, it wasn't a question; it was a statement of her true lust.

"Fuck you- this isn't fair, my body responds as it would if it was Michael doing this to me. It's you doing this, but it doesn't mean I'm enjoying this." She managed to say, between gasps for breath.

I smiled, and shoved my cock into her mouth so roughly once again she retched as I hit the back of her throat.

"You're the one with a thick cock in your throat, and you're the one who's gagging on it." I said grabbing both sides of her head, and holding her in place I began a swift, and brutal thrust of my hips.

My cock literally forced open her throat, and mouth as I brutally fucked her throat; it was almost skull-fucking the poor bitch. Her tears flowed like a busted water pipe, dripping down her poor, red face onto the carpet. This was brutal, and I was making sure she would remember this moment. This quick, rough thrusting into her wet mouth was too much for me. I had lasted as long as I could for my first round with her, I exploded in her throat at that moment; coating the inside of her throat. 

I hadn't had sex, or masturbated for a good forty eight hours, so I was full of semen for her. It was too much for the poor bitch, as my load filled her throat and went both down it, and back into her mouth. She retched, and opened her lips to their breaking-point, as my semen literally oozed out over her chin, and down onto the carpet in thick pockets. She was a fucking mess, covered in saliva, and my own cum.

"Please- just let me rest, for a moment I beg you." She pleaded with me, with cum on her eyelids, chin, lips and her very face cheeks.

She spat out a glob of my cum out, but it dribbled down her chin in it's thickness to the floor. I laughed, it was a venom coated laugh as I walked around the bed to where her spread legs lay, on the bed. 

"No not this, please not my ass! Don't do this, Michael will know someone has fucked me, who is not him if you do this!" She pleaded, sitting up as best she could with her wrists bound.

I had to have her ass, all three of her holes for today. I mounted the bed at her feet, and moved swiftly across to her, and I picked up the soiled panties I used to gag her with earlier. I scrunched them up into my hand, and shoved it right back into her mouth. She began to cry once more, and convulse from the fear of the last, and final violation. Her ass was the last place to take, and it was going to be pure bliss for me.

Still blindfolded, she could not see what I was doing, but she could hear it and she could feel it.

I grabbed her legs and pulled her back along the bed towards me, bringing her hanging head back onto the bed. I slid over to her legs, and roughly tore her thong down her slender, sexy legs and threw them aside. I next grabbed a hold of her ankles, and lifted both legs into the air holding them in place. I shuffled closer to her exposed ass, and positioned my cock at her anus, brown and puckered. 

I wanted to do this in a special position, designed to allow deep penetration both vaginally and anally. I pushed down her extended legs until her knees locked, and were pushed right into her shoulders exposing her womanhood, and asshole so widely it was almost obscene of a sight. Her pussy lips wide open, from the fucking I gave it only earlier, like two broken, twisted gates laid wide open to the elements. Only her anus was untouched, closed and puckered. 

I spat into one of my hands, and lathered up my cock, as it was rock hard once again. Once I was ready for this, I re-positioned my cock now at her brown, golden hole. She was trying to say something, but with the thong shoved so deep as when I first used it on her, she couldn't speak or spit it out. I placed my thick, mushroom cock-head at her anus and began to push against the puckered hole. 

She was screaming, into the gag as I felt the pressure beginning to widen her asshole for me. Slowly I felt the tip of my cock slide into her small, tight butt. She was cringing, whining and trying to pull away from me, but in her position I could easily hold her in place.

Slowly her brown, puckered shit hole widened enough for the fully head of my cock to slip inside. The full head of my cock entering her ass, made her wince and jump literally, if I hadn't been holding her legs in place she would have went off the bed. 

"Sandra, this is happening; fighting it will only hurt you even more." I told her, it wasn't to convince her to give in, it was a warning as it would only hurt more if she fought.

Inch by inch I entered her tight, rectum. A few moments passed, and every so often as I forced another of my cock inside her she would cringe, and flail around on the bed. Finally I was only one inch or just over, before being fully buried up in her ass. I positioned myself for the final push, by this time Sandra was covered in sweat, her face was red from exhaustion, and she was panting like a flapping fish out of water. 

I pressed into her, the last inch to go inside would need a hard push to enter her. I rolled back my hips, and brought them back for a powerful thrust. In I went, my hips forward I forced my entire cock into her backside. She screamed so loud into the gag, I'm sure she even bit down on it. The whole of my cock was now inside her, and I smiled devilishly.

I looked down at my handiwork, her ass was wider than it should have been naturally, with my cock fully inside her, the very cheeks of her ass were wide open and moist. I knew my cock was so deep, she wouldn't be walking straight for weeks after. Her legs were shaking, and her face was sweaty and moist. She had lost the fight, like she would lose the war in resisting me. 

I took hold of her hips finally, after enjoying the sight long enough; and began to pull her in towards me as I began to fuck her open butt. From a distance, many would assume Sandra had fallen into unconsciousness, as her body was only shaking and shivering now, she was no longer failing across the bed, but you would know she was broken and exhausted up close.

I fucked her for a solid five more minutes, slowly as there was no point in blowing my load too quickly, as she was just lying there, like a helpless animal - unable to fight any longer. She had given in, given no other choice but to give up. I felt my balls tighten after those five minutes of slow, and deliberate thrusts. I knew I was going to explode. 

I wanted to explode inside her anus, and coat her rectum with my semen, but also shoot some of my load onto her face and breasts before I was done entirely. I gave a few more thrusts, as I felt my balls tighten. 

"Here we go, Sandra. A big healthy load, just for your ass." I said grunting, as I exploded feeling the overpowering surge of ecstasy take me over. 

I blew my thick, globs of cum into her abused ass, and pumped a few strokes to push it deep before finally ejecting from her puckered brown hole. I slid onto my feet and stood on the bed, above Sandra like a God would stand. I stroked my shaft a few more times, sending droplets and a few thick globs of my semen down onto her tired, sweaty, moist body. 

Most of them hit her face, breasts and legs. Finally I was spent, as I had no more cum inside to give her. I felt faint, almost afraid I would fall off the bed. I slid off of the mattress, onto my feet on the floor and inspected my work. She was still only withering on the bed, covered in moist sweat, she was panting even still after I had exited her ass. I moved over to the other side of the bed, where her head was, and there I rubbed my wet, cock-head along her parted open mouth and lips.

"That's it you filthy slut, you're a bin for my cum and semen." I said as I rubbed semen into her lips, messing up her faint pink lip gloss.

I turned her limp, shivering body onto her front briefly and undid the pantyhose binding her wrists. Even as I undid them, her hands fell limp onto the bed as she was too exhausted to move. I laid her back on her back and removed the blindfold. I could now see her eyes were closed, and she was close to unconsciousness from the treatment she had received.

"I'll be over tonight, for the meal. Michael invited me, so you better wear something nice, and exposing for tonight." I said dressing myself.

Soon enough I was dressed, Sandra hadn't moved from her position, and was still motionless almost except her shivering and gentle jerking motions. I decided to leave, she had to get washed for Michael to come home. I looked at my watch, I had been fucking Sandra for almost two hours. That's a pretty high standard of duration, and sex. 

I grabbed my stuff, and left Sandra panting on the bed free from her binds, and able to move. It was her choice if she did do anything like that.

Michael had invited me over for a meal a few days earlier for tonight, so I would be back in a few hours for the meal - and hoped Sandra dressed well for me. I closed the bedroom door behind me, and left the house the same route I took to enter it and made my way home, satisfied.

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My Best Friend's New Girlfriend



Her eyes never stayed on my own for long as we kissed, closing our mouths on the others mouth. We french kissed deeply, exchanging tongue as she stroked my rod.

A few minutes passed in silence, except for the noises of our kissing and the sound of the stroking of my cock.

I slowly broke it up, and again her eyes were glazed as if she was enjoying this at least slightly she did. I looked into her eyes and spoke. "Go home to Michael, and when I call, you will come when I say. Understand?" I asked in an authoritative tone, and with her glazed eyes she slowly nodded. We broke the kiss and embrace short, and I allowed her to dress. I escorted her to the door, and pulled on her dress so she was forced to turn to face me. I planted a deep, wet lingering kiss on her open mouth. She gasped as I pulled away. 

"Remember, don't do what I tell you and everyone in Micheal's life will know the truth you've tried to hide." I threatened. 

Sandra nodded, saying nothing she opened my door and left to walk the distance to the main street to hail a cab. I slowly closed my door, content at what I had done and what the future would hold for me and Sandra. I kicked my jeans off, and threw my t-shirt aside with my hard cock still erect I went and opened a cold beer, before chilling on my sofa for the evening.