Long Time Friends

Give us euphoria

We're not in love. You don't want me to kiss you. You're opening your mouth but you're trying really hard not to. Why isn't your body listening? My tongue touches yours. You love how it feels but don't want it happening. You get what you want as my hand covers your mouth. Even if it wasn't, my hand on your throat stops prevents you from making any sound that anyone would hear. You're sure you'd make noise if you could. You're not sure it's because you want anyone to hear you. "I want someone to come help me... no... that's not what I want. I want him to silence me. No! NO! I don't want any of this! It's just that I can't stop this if I tried. Should I try? Do I want to try? I'm so scared... I love it."

I'm your friend and have been for a long time. You're thinking this is not what friends do, how he should treat me. As if I'm reading your mind you hear me say "WE are going to finally do this. This is what you're going to do. You'll be treated like I want you to be treated and you won't like it. That's a command, understood?" You don't want to lie but you don't even know which response would be the lie. I remove my hand from your mouth. In the second it takes you to respond you're thinking "I do want it? Why? Is something deeply wrong with me? No, no! NO! I do not want this!". As you open your mouth to say you don't want it, you really do NOT want this, you notice that the words just won't come out. All you can do is keep your mouth open while you look at me with a confused, scared look. It clearly turns me on, as the smirk give you makes clear.

The slap that follows turns your look into an angry one. You like pain. No, like isn't the right word. It's the one thing you want more than anything when someone is going to use your body. Abuse your body. But not from me, not like this. Not in your living room on a random evening. We we're supposed to just chill and relax as friends tonight. You like your colleague. It's new, it's fun and it's where your heart is at these days. Your angry look gets rewarded by another, harder slap. This isn't fresh, this is pain. It is fun. As I grab your wrist and twist you around, holding your arm against your back you remember why you've been so turned on by me in the past. This isn't fresh. But, it is fun. We had this fun before. But it never went much further. That thought relaxes you, this is just playing.

I force you on your knees. You look up with a begging look. "What.." *SLAP* "What... daddy..." Your eyes go wide. What did you just say? Did you just encourage me by calling me daddy? You know I love it when I'm called that. The large twitching outline in my boxershorts is clearly a result of your encouragement. I push your face against it. You feel the warmth of my hard, rigid cock through the fabric. As you try to pull away you feel the head of my cock coming out under my boxershorts, touching your cheek. Pre-cum oozes out of the purple, fully exposed head of my cock. Your feel your cheek getting wet from it. The musky smell, the hand on your head and your mouth so, so close from my partly exposed cock.

I dig my hand in your hair. "Look at me" I command. You look up while I keep holding you against my covered cock. The look in my eyes is firm, confident, in control. You realize it doesn't look like I'm just playing, at all. All of a sudden it really starts to sink in. I am going to do to you what I've been wanting to do you for so long. You remember that first night we played, and you told me "I haven't been this wet for so long". But now, now your cunt is drenched, you feel it being so much more sensitive than you knew it could be these days. The realisation makes your mouth drop open. It's not clear to you if the head of my cock touches your tongue because you moved towards my cock, or if I moved it in you. Maybe it's both. The feeling of my warm, pre-cum soaked cock on your tongue is too much for you to understand in that moment. We never went this far. This is too much, too fast. Yet your tongue is greedily swirling around my cock.

I pull the side of my boxershorts up, and more of my cock becomes exposed. I gently but firmly push your face on it. You hear yourself gagging when it reaches the back of your mouth. It's not all the way in. You can't deepthroat! Why is this happening? Why are you letting this happen? Suddenly you decide to push against my legs. You remember you don't want this! This humiliation, this submission. It looks like I'm responding and letting my cock out of your mouth. But instead I push it back, hard. I start to facefuck you. As you're thinking "Daddy wants to fuck my face" I command you to lower your arms. You meekly let your arms hang besides your body. My other hand reaches down and slides in your top. You feel my fingers go under your bra, as two fingertops find your nipple. AAAAH! Your nipple gets a truly hard pinch. PAIN! Aah! You love it.

I push you on the couch with one hand on your mouth and the other on your throat. I pull down my underwear. As you see my rock hard cock spring you protest. I love the muted mumbles coming from you as your eyes are wide, looking straight at me. You hear your loud breathing as your nostrils open up involuntarily. As you feel my cock's length land on your lower stomach, and my balls slap against your sensitive cunt you can't help but think how much you want to submit. But you need to fight. You want my reaction. As my cock lines up against your soaked string you feel it push the at the side, as it pushes the fabric to the side. My purple cockhead is radiating its heat as it meets the heat coming from your cunt which is craving daddy's ramming force. I say your name before I pause. We look straight at each other. The tremendous conflict in your mind goes wild. "No! Nooo! NOOO!! STOP! DADDY PLEASE!!" The way you beg makes it clear to both of us you want this. You need this to happen. And as you feel me filling your body you say "DADDY.. yes... yes... nooooo... please... abuse me.. abuse... me...."

To be continued.