Goodnight Sweetheart

[This story follows on from A Birthday Treat, continuing to explore the dynamic between submissive lesbian Lara and her dominant male friend Josh. You can read it as a sequel, or as its own separate narrative. Be aware, this story involves nonconsent/reluctance, lesbian-to-straight orientation play, (affectionate) misogyny, humiliation and some pissing. Avoid if any of that troubles you.

All characters involved in sexual situations are aged over 18.]

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Like all the best nights, this one started out as wholesome as can be. It was that contrast which made the eventual descent into depravity all the sweeter.

Lara and Izzy arrived right on time, a few minutes before eight. "Hi!" Izzy said brightly, when I opened the door to her. She held up a foil-topped bottle of wine. "I brought some Chianti. You like?"

"Oh, I like very much," I told her. "Good choice." Then I looked past her, at the girl I really wanted to see tonight.

"Hello, stranger," Lara said. She stepped into the apartment and gave me a chaste greeting kiss on the cheek. Even that was enough to make my cock stir. I wanted to kiss her passionately on the lips, make out with her like a horny teen, right in front of Izzy.

Behind my welcoming smile, I felt a dull frustration. I was going to have to behave myself this evening.

I'd prepared my famous spaghetti bolognese for dinner. It was the first time Lara had brought her girlfriend over, and I wanted to give them both a treat. I already had a decent bottle of red waiting on the table for them, but Izzy's Chianti proved even better. We sat down and made a start without delay. It had been a long day at work today, and I had quite an appetite.

The two girls looked very cute together, I had to admit. Lara was her usual gorgeous tomboyish self, her pale delicate features framed by her short dark hair, and her slender body looking attractively androgynous in a tasteful buttoned shirt and skinny jeans. Copper-haired Izzy was more outwardly femme, and though she wasn't as strikingly pretty as Lara, her figure-hugging floral dress showed off her ample breasts and thick thighs quite nicely. I tried not to perv too obviously.

The energy between them was sweet and affectionate. It was obvious Izzy was totally head-over-heels in love with Lara, not that I could blame her. Her eyes fairly sparkled every time she looked at her. She was the more confident and talkative half of the couple, and she was heartwarmingly patient with Lara's social anxiety. Lara was actually a couple of years older than Izzy, but she looked and acted a lot younger, to the point that the two of them had something of a mother-daughter dynamic, or maybe big-sister-little-sister. I was glad to see my dear friend had someone who took such good care of her.

Unlike Lara, who was a rather dainty eater, Izzy polished off her spaghetti in a matter of minutes. "That was fantastic," she enthused. "Josh, I had no idea you were such a good cook. You'll need to tell me the recipe. Or is it an old family secret?"

"No secret. Just use butter instead of oil, and a little dash of tabasco," I replied.

"We'll need to come over more often. I could get used to this."

"You're welcome any time. I've been telling La to bring you over for ages." I smiled at Lara, who I noticed was struggling to keep eye contact with me.

"Next time, plan it directly with me," Izzy told me. "Lara's forgetful. Aren't you, kitten?" she added, planting a quick kiss on Lara's cheek.

"Yeah. I usually leave the diary management to Izzy," Lara sighed. She sipped her wine, still looking anywhere except at me.

Izzy grinned and gestured at the saucepan of bolognese. "Not to go all Oliver Twist on you, but...please could I have some more?"

As I plated up a second helping for Izzy, I thought about Lara's last visit to my apartment, earlier that same week. She hadn't been so shy that time. She'd cursed and squirmed and cried out as I forced her to orgasm on my thrusting cock.

Izzy didn't know that the lips she so loved to kiss had sucked my dick more times than I could count. That the sweet pussy she licked with such enthusiasm was regularly filled to overflowing with my cum. She caressed and cuddled and adored Lara's beautiful body, the same body that I tied up and mocked and abused and pissed on.

She was Lara's lover, but in a very real way, I was Lara's owner.

After dinner, the three of us drank and chatted together for a few happy, relaxed hours. It was the first time I'd had a chance to really talk to Izzy. She was genial, good-natured, easygoing -- I could see why Lara liked her so much. It almost made me feel guilty. But, then again, what Izzy didn't know couldn't hurt her.

The wine gradually began to take its toll on Lara. She was drinking a lot, a clear sign that she was feeling nervous. Izzy and I teased her gently for slurring her words, and she apologised profusely, which only made us laugh more. When I poured her a glass of water to help her sober up, she spilled half of it on her sleeve.

"Oh, fuck. I'm such a mess," she mumbled.

"Don't worry, La. It's just water," I told her. I gave her a warm smile, remembering how I'd pissed all over her cute little tits the other night.

"I think you need to go to bed, kitten," Izzy said, stroking Lara's back. Lara nodded tiredly. She was always happy to obey instructions.

The two girls held hands as they walked off to the guest bedroom, the very picture of wholesome lesbian love. Lara glanced tipsily over her shoulder at me, and I winked at her. She blushed and hurriedly looked away.

I took my time tidying up the kitchen. There wasn't actually much to do, but I wanted to give Lara and Izzy plenty of privacy. Lara had told me they had a very active sex life, and I knew how horny she got when she was drunk. I hoped they were making good use of the bed.

Sure enough, when I finally headed to bed, I was greeted by the muffled sounds of sex. Lara's soft, broken moans of pleasure filtered through the closed door. Izzy was clearly taking very good care of her. My cock stirred at the sounds, as I pictured Lara in a naked spreadeagle with Izzy's face buried between her thighs, licking industriously. Giving plenty of attention to that big prominent clit and those extravagant, curling pussy lips, so soft and sensitive. It gave me a dark thrill, knowing that Izzy's tongue was pleasuring the same cunt I'd fucked to multiple squirting orgasms just days before.

Their fuck seemed to be all one-way traffic; Izzy giving, Lara meekly receiving. It didn't surprise me. Lara was so pathetically submissive, it was only natural that she would be a pillow princess with her girlfriend. I made a mental note to punish her for such selfishness. Not because I was actually disappointed with her, of course. Just because it would be fun.

Eventually, the moans and sighs faded away. I heard some indistinct, sleepy murmurs as the two girls professed their love for each other and kissed goodnight. God, they really were nauseatingly cute. I briefly, viciously fantasised about storming in to fuck them both senseless. Lara first, of course, then Izzy, who I understood was a gold-star virgin.

I shook away those cruel thoughts. I always prided myself on being a good host, and it's rather impolite to rape your guests.

*

There was no specific plan that night -- no surreptitious knock at the door, no coded text messages. I would honestly have been content to let Lara sleep. Maybe it was genuinely a coincidence that I was still awake when, sometime after midnight, she slipped out to go to the bathroom. I heard the faint creak of the guest bedroom door and the almost inaudible tread of her bare feet on the hallway carpet.

Coincidence or not, I didn't hesitate. I sprang out of bed, comfortably naked, and intercepted her in the semi-darkness when she was halfway to the bathroom.

She flinched in surprise when she saw me, stifling a cry of fright. She was naked as well, thin and pale and beautiful. My dangling cock stiffened eagerly at the sight of her.

"Hey, La," I greeted her. I kept my voice low, mindful of her slumbering girlfriend. "Can't sleep?"

"I'm just going to pee," she replied in a shy whisper. She tried to continue towards the bathroom. I moved into her path, casually blocking her.

"Taking that good old after-sex piss, huh?" I grinned.

"Josh, I really have to go." She tried to get past me, and again I blocked her path.

"Why didn't you go before bed?" I asked. I let some mockery creep into my voice. This was how our game always began -- friendly words gradually sliding into bullying and dominance.

"I did," she mumbled. "Now I have to go again." She looked down at her feet, unable to meet my gaze.

"Because you drank too much," I sneered. "As usual. I've noticed you always do that when you want to get fucked, La. You're so easy when you drink. Though, come to think of it, you're just as much of a slut sober."

"I didn't drink that much-"

"I could hear her eating your pussy, you know," I interrupted casually, nodding towards the bedroom where Izzy slept. Lara's expression grew even more humiliated, and my cruel smile widened in concert. "I heard you moaning like a cheap whore. I thought you were being really selfish, sweetheart. Letting her do all the work while you just laid there and took it. Lazy bitch."

"She...she likes it when I-" Lara protested feebly. I cut her off with a dismissive kiss on her lips, a crude reminder that I could force myself into her personal space any time I liked.

"It's like I've always said, La. You're a fake lesbian. You aren't really into girls. You just want someone to lick your pussy." I pressed her slim lower belly with my fingers, deliberately pushing on her bladder, which I could feel was desperately full. She gave a tiny squeak of distress and tried to back away from me. I didn't let her.

It was time for the game to begin in earnest.

I loomed over Lara, my hands resting possessively on her hips. "I know what you need more than a piss. The real reason you came out here. You want this cock, don't you?" I stroked my semi-erect shaft against her thigh, and felt her tense up immediately. Her breathing was quick and husky now, full of nervous arousal.

She looked up at me, frozen to the spot like a deer in the headlights. "Josh, she's right there. Please. We can't."

"Why not, La? Do you feel guilty? Like you'd be cheating on her?" I asked. Lara and Izzy weren't exclusive, but Izzy was by far her most frequent female lover. They were partners in everything but name, doing all the cute couple stuff together. And Izzy still didn't know about me.

Lara gave a small, shame-faced nod.

I offered her my most loving and sympathetic smile. "Aw, sweetheart. You don't need to worry about that." I stroked her naked thighs comfortingly. "I know just what to do. It won't be cheating if I rape you."

Lara's eyes widened in fear and confusion. "Josh, no-"

I seized her in my arms, quickly and decisively. She tried to squirm away, but she was so small and delicate, she didn't stand the slightest chance against me. I kissed her again, an aggressive kiss, full of affection and threat in equal measure.

"She'll understand, sweetheart," I told her, grinning at her bewildered expression. "You tried to fight me off, but I was too strong. I covered your mouth with my hand so you couldn't scream for help." I wasn't actually planning on doing that, but I could see even the idea of it was scaring her crazy. "Then I took you to my bedroom, and fucked you like the little fake-lesbian whore you are. It's not your fault you liked it so much. You're just the victim, as usual, poor Lara."

There was a moment there where I thought she might have said our safeword, for the first time ever. The look in her eyes was genuine terror. This was far from the first time we'd done rape-play together. But this time, with Izzy sleeping just down the hall, it somehow felt more real, at least to her.

Despite everything, if she'd said it, I would have stopped.

The moment passed. Lara was too frightened, too instinctively submissive, to speak. And, though of course she hated herself for it, that meant she was also unbearably horny.

Smiling in triumph, with my cock hardening by the second, I began to lead her towards my room.

*

In the soft glow of a dimmed bedside lamp, Lara looked even more gorgeous. She stood there, naked and wordless, regarding me anxiously as I closed the bedroom door firmly behind us. I turned back to her, coming up intimidatingly close to her. I wasn't an especially huge guy, but compared to five-foot-nothing Lara, I was a giant.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" I asked her, still keeping my voice low.

Lara nodded, trying and failing to look me in the eye.

"Good." I kissed her on her trembling lips. I could taste the wine on her breath. "Lie down, sweetheart."

She obeyed me instantly, eager to please, to placate. She really was a born submissive. I loved Lara dearly, and dutifully hated the asshole ex-boyfriends who'd made her so afraid of men. But, though I'd never have told her so, I could see why they'd taken advantage of her. She was ludicrously easy prey.

With a hard cock and a merciless grin, I climbed onto the bed beside her. My hands roved over her passive body. I'd been waiting for this all night, while I watched her and Izzy make their wholesome lesbian doe eyes at each other. Now she was mine again, offering herself up to me on the bed in which we'd fucked so many times.

I kissed her and fondled her with possessive hunger, while she lay meek and quiet beneath me. I cupped and kneaded her small, perfect breasts, tweaking and suckling her peaked nipples. I traced the delicate outlines of her ribs beneath her snow-white skin. I caressed her flat little tummy, my fingertips moving in slow, soothing circles. Then, with no warning, I gave her bladder a vicious prod. She gasped, and to my cruel delight, a little squirt of urine arced out of her, drizzling onto the sheets between her legs.

"Jesus, La. You're absolutely pathetic," I sneered. "Right on my fucking bed. Maybe I should drag you back to your room, and make you piss all over Izzy instead." That was a pleasingly nasty idea. Lara was desperately ashamed of her piss kink, and I sometimes teased her by daring her to urinate on her straight-laced girlfriend. One day, I reckoned, she would finally give in.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she pleaded. That was Lara all over, meekly apologising for something I'd forced her to do. "I couldn't help it-"

I moved my hand lower and rubbed her plump, engorged clit, making her shudder and bite back a sluttish moan. It was so easy to humiliate her. I thought about pressing her bladder even harder, making her really piss the bed, but decided against it. I was going to be sleeping in it, after all. Instead, after teasing her clit a moment longer, I slid two fingers between her thick, flowery pussy lips and into her sopping-wet vagina.

She groaned in reluctant pleasure. Her pussy tightened around my fingers, urgent and needy. I was hard as steel, hard as I'd ever been. I wanted to be inside her so badly, it was all I could do to hold myself back. Sweet little Lara was going to get fucked very thoroughly tonight.

"Me and Bea talk about you a lot, you know," I whispered to her, fingering her while she squirmed ineffectually against me. I thought back, with a thrill, to the wicked fun we'd had on Lara's birthday. I'd promised her a surprise, and I'd sure as hell delivered -- tying her up and letting Bea lick her pussy while she lay blindfolded and helpless. Things had escalated from there into hours of hot, kinky, degrading sex. Lara had been totally mortified to be forced into a threesome with a complete stranger, while also (naturally) loving every second of it. "We plan what we're going to do to you next time she comes over. She said she might bring a big old strap-on dildo to fuck you with. Twelve inches long, thicker than your arm. How's that sound, sweetheart? Fun, huh?"

"Please don't let her do that," Lara begged. Her horror sounded genuine. I was making up the bit about the strap-on -- Bea wasn't really that cruel -- but Lara didn't know that.

"Nah, I think I will," I said viciously. My fingers pumped in and out of her dripping slit. "Be fun to watch you try and take a toy that size. And it'll help loosen up your little pussy. You're even tight around my fingers, let alone my cock."

"You're being too rough," Lara protested.

"Am I? You know what you have to do to make it stop," I taunted her. "Say the word, and I'll let you go. You can go back to Izzy and get a good night's sleep."

Tears brimmed in Lara's eyes. Her lower lip trembled. She didn't say the safeword.

I laughed. "Yeah. That's what I thought, La." I withdrew my soaked fingers from her cunt, and was about to wipe them on her thigh, when I had a better idea. I stroked her cheek with affection, then unceremoniously forced my fingers into her mouth. "Have a little taste. That's how wet you are, you fucking slut."

If it had been just us in the apartment, I would have teased Lara for hours, tying her up and edging her until she begged me to let her cum. But I couldn't keep her with me for too long, in case Izzy woke up and wondered where her sweet innocent girlfriend had vanished to. It was time to get straight to the point.

I moved on top of her, casually pushing her slim legs apart. I loved how easy it was to manipulate her tiny body. For the moment, our deep, supportive friendship had been replaced by a brutally simple dynamic. She was my plaything, and I could do whatever I liked to her.

"Please, Josh, we can't. Not tonight." Lara stared up at me in helpless entreaty. "Please let me go back to Izzy. She'll wake up, she'll catch us-"

"Let her. It's about time you told her the truth, Lara the lesbian," I said, with vicious irony. Then I gave her a kiss on the lips, and forced my hard cock inside her.

I made my entry slow and deliberate, making her feel every inch. Our size disparity meant that, for her, my reasonably big cock was practically a monster. Pinned down too firmly to struggle, all she could do was whimper. Her eyes were wide, confused, frightened. But underneath the fear was a deep well of sluttish excitement. All her sweetest nightmares were coming true.

"There we go," I breathed, as I bottomed out her cunt. "This is what you were thinking about when Izzy was licking you, wasn't it, sweetheart? Her tongue just can't compete with a nice big dick."

"Please don't do this, Josh, please let me go-" Lara's pitiful plea was choked off into a frightened gasp as I began to move inside her. I thrust long and deep, slowly, lovingly, mercilessly. I knew by now exactly what to do to drive her crazy, how to keep her on the edge of climax, the right combination of force and gentleness. I doubted anyone else in her life knew her body as well as I did. Not even Izzy, who had so considerately warmed her up for me.

"You can't help yourself, can you, Lara?" I taunted her as I fucked her. Her pussy was so soft, so dripping wet and welcoming around my cock. I was trying to be gentle, but it was getting harder to resist the urge to just pound her senseless."Your own body betrays you. You love this cock in you so much, no matter how much you try to fight it. You're a born slut."

"Why do you always do this to me?" she sniffled. The plaintive despair in her voice was heartbreaking, but also ludicrously hot. That was true submission I was hearing. And, to a certain extent, I knew she was playing up her anguish for effect. It turned her on as much as it did me. "Why? You're supposed to be my friend."

"Because I know what you really need, sweetheart. You need to be forced. You need to be used. You're so fragile, and weak, and little-" -- and there I kneaded her tiny breasts, to really drive home the humiliation -- "-and you need someone who can take proper care of you. Proper ownership of you. You'll be so much happier once you accept that."