She Made Me Do It Ch 02

Her strategy had worked.

After that night I had lost all my desire to spy on her. Even when she was getting out of the shower, I didn't get weird anymore. At least, on the outside. My heart still sank a little bit every time she bent over to reach for the pots under the kitchen counter, but I didn't openly look at her ass anymore.

She was absolutely normal with me, just like nothing had happened. After a couple weeks she even got nicer than before, she joked a lot, she laughed with me, nothing was weird.

I also found myself to be more focused, I was able to study way better than before. She kinda sobered me up. She had simply won. And I reckoned it really was for the better.

Yes, I was still studying, even though I was 25 years old. I actually already did graduate in Literature and Arts, but I was gonna pursue an academic career. To be precise my field was especially that of dramatic works.

She was way more down to earth. She graduated in accounting and was already employed.

She lived in that house since before my arrival. She rented that house with a girl when she entered college, but the girl dropped out and left just when I was looking for a new place to live in. She didn't mind to live with a man in the same flat, and that's how we came to know each other.

Our lives were very different, but I didn't have that much of a social circle, so over the span of five years I naturally came to share hers. I knew all her colleagues and her friends, and I came to be one of them.

As I was saying, after what had happened in her room there were a couple of great months. We were happy, both our lives were going pretty well. Until one night.

I was in my room, and I was alone. She went out with some friends. I would have loved to go with them but I really had to study. I wasn't very motivated, though, so I tried to stimulate myself by masturbating for ten minutes after each chapter. I was precisely looking at some pictures of horny amateur girls, when I heard the front door open. I swiftly closed the browser on my computer and put away my hard dick, tucking it with my waistband, and I was heading out of my room to say hi, when I realized something was off. She was stomping on the floor very hard, and taking her coat off with very forceful movements. She sounded very angry. Finally she shouted:

- Whore!

Yes, she was angry. With whom, I couldn't tell. Something inside of me told me to stay away from it, but I couldn't help being curious. I came out of my room right when she was storming inside the living room. I followed her. She went right to the sofa and began punching the cushion so hard I almost worried she was gonna ruin it. Then she pushed her face into it and screamed hard, her voice muffled by the thick fabric.

- What's going on?

- What the fuck do you care?

Her rage threatening to retort on me should have been my clue to get the fuck out of there, but once again, I was curious. And I wanted to help.

- I'm just trying to save our sofa. And trying to calm you down.

- You cannot calm me down, you fucking idiot! You're a stupid fucking idiot, and she's a whore! A fucking whore!

- Who?

- Christina!

At least we had a culprit.

Christina had been a friend of hers since college and now they were colleagues. The two of them had been very close in the past, but now their relationship somehow got a bit colder.

By now you must have noticed that I haven't yet written her name. I won't. I don't want to come up with a fake one, it would feel... Fake. (duh!) Well, Christina is a fake name. I don't care if she feels fake. But she... I don't want her to.

Anyway... Christina was a beautiful girl. Very beautiful, actually. She just didn't have her charm. She wasn't as sexy. But as for her looks, she was stunning. Way more than her, actually. And I have to admit, her breasts were really incredible. I mean, you couldn't believe them. They were obviously real, but they seemed perfect. They were big, but her tiny figure made them seem even bigger, and they looked like they didn't even sag. It was very difficult not to look at them when she was in the room. Not that she tried to show them in any particular way. On the contrary, she was very modest. She didn't want you to look at her tits at all. She tried to impress people with her piercing eyes and her very smooth hair. She just didn't impress me, that's all. As I said, apart from her boobs.

- What did she do?

- You tell me!

- How could I know?

- She got the promotion!

- What? Really? The one you've been chasing for the last year?

- That one!

- But you were more qualified. I mean... Sure the numbers you've being-

- Do you know how did she get it? She told the boss that she heard me say that I was planning to leave the company.

- What the fuck?

- Do you see now? She's a fucking whore!

- Yes, she is. Can't you tell the boss that's not true?

- It's too late, now. Corporate already signed the promotion. But I knew it. I knew that would have happened. That's precisely the reason why I didn't tell anyone, absolutely anyone, not a fucking soul, that I was gonna apply for the promotion.

She slowed down. Her voice was becoming menacing. Then she stopped talking. She just looked at me. To be honest, I didn't need her to say anything more. My heart was slowing beginning to go up my throat.

- I mean... - I uttered.

- Absolutely noone. Except...

- But she told me she wasn't interested! We were just having a friendly conversation!

- Who told you to go spill the beans about my fucking life?

- But she's your friend! How could I even imagine she could do something like that? Who does that?

- Don't you know anything about what working in an office is like? Like... Anything!

No, actually I didn't. I mean... I had been a student my whole life, how could I? Still, I couldn't deny that if it weren't for me, she would have obtained the promotion she had worked so hard to achieve. At that point I stood in silence before her. She was silent too, incinerating me with her eyes. I kept my head low. I couldn't even look at her. Finally she spoke.

- But you're right on something. She was supposed to be my friend. A friend doesn't do anything like that. As I was saying, she's a fucking whore! And she needs to pay. We need to make her pay. How are we gonna make her pay?

We... We were a we... Maybe I was gonna be off the hook.

She was thinking hard. Walking up and down the living room, she seemed really motivated to make Christina pay, and a high price too. Suddenly, she stopped, hit by a thought.

- Wait, I could... Well... That would be bad...

A sudden tension filled the room. Abruptly, she turned and looked at me. Slowly, very slowly, she walked towards me. Her face made me feel like somebody just dropped a pound of ice inside my shirt.

- But it should be a punishment for you too.

Two pounds of ice.

- It shouldn't be a reward. We can't reward you for what you did. Oh no, we cannot. But we already know how to do that, don't we?

My stomach and my guts just switched places inside my belly. I was hot and cold at the same time.

- Do you like Christina?

- What?

- Do you?

- Well certainly not now that...

- As a woman. Do you like her?

- No. I mean. Yes. I mean...

I didn't know what she wanted me to say.

- I want the truth!

- She's a beautiful woman, so yes, I like her, but I don't desire her. I mean, not the way I...

- Do you want to see her naked?

Time stood still for at least three seconds. Then, just like that, my dick was already back to fully erect.

- What are you talking about?

- I can let you see her naked.

- How?

She was already close to me, but now she made two further steps in. Now she was very very close. Right an inch in front of my face. Her body was as close to mine as it could be while not touching it. I felt her breath. I felt her warmth on my skin.

- I've got pictures.

- How?

- I have them. Do you want to see?

- I...

- I bet you wondered what she looks like. I bet you wonder how every girl looks like. Their boobs... Their asses... Their pussies... Under their clothes. -- Her lips were almost touching my lips. My cock was about to burst. -- What do you want to see?

I couldn't breath. Let alone answer her.

- Is you dick hard right now?

- Yes, it is.

- I know it is. I've got pics of her tits and her pussy. What do you want to see?

- Are you serious?

- Dead serious.

- How can I be sure it's gonna be her?

- It's gonna be obvious it's her. Trust me. Tits or pussy?

With almost every other girl I would have had no hesitation. I would have chosen pussy, of course. What can I say? I'm a pussy guy. But with Christina... Those fucking tits... How could I turn down the chance to see those wonders?

- Tits.

- Then you're gonna see her pussy.

She turned her back to me and went to the kitchen counter to pour herself a drink.

- What the fuck? Why did you ask-

- This can't be a reward for you, remember?

- Well, too bad, then, because I'm still gonna be seeing Christina's pussy apparently. Not really a punishment.

- Sit down.

Suddenly her voice was flat and commanding and I was back feeling unease. It was a rollercoaster, but somehow I was loving it. I sat on the couch, obviously. Right away. She turned to me and looked me in the eyes before saying:

- Before you can see it, you've gotta pay for it. Take off you pants.

That was the moment I fully realized what was going to happen. The last spark of dignity left in my soul tried to resist her.

- What if I don't?

- I don't even have to threaten you like the last time. If you don't do what I say you don't get to see her. What are you going to do?

Slowly, mortified, I took my pants off. A tent was clearly visible inside my underwear. She turned again to the counter. Her gin tonic was ready. She just needed some ice and a juniper berry.

- These are the rules. If you don't do what I say, if you even hesitate too much, you don't get to see her. If you cum before I tell you to, you don't get to see her. If you touch me you don't get to see her. Even if you only try to touch me you don't get to see her.

My heart was beating way faster than I thought it should. She took her phone in her hand and spent a bunch of seconds looking for something.

- But do everything right, do as I say, and you get to see Christina's pussy in all her glory. It's a great pic, I can assure you. I'm looking at it right now. Great framing, great lighting, you can clearly see her pussy and you can also clearly see that the girl is Christina. Unmistakable. You're gonna love it. Start jerking off inside your underwear.

I did, almost without realizing it.

- Can I ask just one thing before we begin?

- We already began -- said her pointing at my hand stroking my dick.

- Can I?

- What do you want to ask?

- How did you get the pics?

She looked at me with a little wicked smile.

- Yeah, I suppose knowing it will make you even more excited. We have a WhatsApp group with a bunch of girls. We talk of a lot of stuff, but sometimes some of us use it to test the nudes we want to send to the guys we're going out with. We comment on the quality of the pic and we give each other some advice.

I had to stop stroking. I was stunned. Inside the phone she had in her hands right now there were naked pics of some, maybe of every single one of her friends. Of our friends. And maybe... Just maybe... Even of herself. I was flabbergasted.

- Keep stroking. In fact, pull down your underwear. But not all the way. Just to the knees.

- Why?

- It's more humiliating I guess. We'll see.

I pulled the waistband over my erect shaft e pulled the underwear to the knees.

- Stroke it. Yes, now you're pathetic enough. An ugly red t-shirt, white underwear to the knees, stroking your dick. You look like a little virgin boy that jerks off all fucking day.

- It's an old t-shirt, I only wear it inside. It doesn't have to be nice.

- Shut up and jerk it faster.

She put down the phone and she walked towards me with her drink in her hand. Then she kneeled down in front of me. My eyes widened.

- I already told you, but I'm really surprised. I thought you would have had some kind of a micropenis, but it's actually pretty nice. Not that great, mind you. But it's nice.

Her face was right in front of my dick. Ten inches at most.

- Are you gonna cum?

- No, I'm not. -- I hoped not -- So you're going to try to make me fail, aren't you?

- No, not exactly. Well, maybe a little. Just for fun. But I have some other things in my mind.

- What?

- Oh, you gonna see right away. Put your other hand on your balls. And now squeeze them.

- What? No!

- Not too hard. Just a little bit. I just want to see you're uncomfortable. A little bit of pain.

- But I don't want to feel pain.

- Come on. Be a man and squeeze your balls.

My hand tightened a little. A wince passed on my face.

- Again. A little harder.

I tried to control my strength but it wasn't easy, while also jerking off.

- Ouch! Fuck!

She burst into a great laugh. At the same time my dick went a little limp.

- I see you're not into sadomasochism.

- Not at all.

- Ok. What a pity. I would have loved some pain play. Well, nevermind. We have to move on. Right to the main event. Take off the underwear and lie down on the sofa.

I did.

- Now bend you legs and put your feet on the cushion. You're gonna love this. Or hate it. I don't care. But we both know your dick is gonna stay hard. Who told you to stop jerking off?

- Listen, what are you trying to...

- Finger your ass.

- Oh my God. -- I said.

Oh my God, I thought.

- Oh God. -- I said again, while stroking my dick.

- This time you are actually going to finger it, all the way. And you can't cum. It's going to be great. Wait a second.

She stood up and ran to her purse. She came back with a bottle of lubricant.

- Do you always keep that in your purse?

- You never know.

- So you do anal?

- Of course I do anal. I love anal. You're gonna love it too. Give me your idle hand.

She poured a generous dose of lubricant on my fingers.

- Start massaging this on your asshole. Don't stop jerking but don't cum.

I stayed still for a moment, except for my hand jerking my dick, the other hand soaking with lubricant. Was it really gonna happen?

- Are you hesitating?

- No! I'm doing it!

I hurried to comply. The touch of my finger and the coldness of the fluid were almost too much. I moaned, frustrated. I tried to stop the stimulation to avoid the incoming orgasm. She jumped up, staring at me with flaming eyes.

- Keep stroking or no pussy!

I grunted. I was really really close.

- Don't cum! I don't care how you do it! Find a fucking muscle in your ass to stop you from cumming, think about a fucking dumpster, I don't care how you do it, but don't cum!

Her face was right above my dick. A thought crossed my mind: if I did let go, if I stopped trying not to cum and let it flow, I would have given her a big fat facial. I would have cummed right on her face.

I don't know how I managed, but I didn't cum. Even if I really wanted to. I was really committed to get to see Christina's pussy.

When I was finally back to cruising speed, she relaxed a bit. Then, after a couple of seconds she smiled viciously.

- Now increase the pressure of your finger. Keep massaging, in circles.

It felt good. It felt intimate. It felt like it was her doing it to me.

- Do you feel it? Do you feel it becoming more tender? It's surrendering, isn't it?

It was. To my surprise, my finger was slowly sinking inside my asshole, I wasn't even pushing yet.

She squirted some more lubricant right on the rim, where my asshole was giving up.

- Now push it in.

Just like that, my finger slipped easily inside my ass. I had a finger in my ass. My ass had been penetrated for the first time.

- Now keep it still. Just get used to it. Keep jerking off.

She stood up and when back to the counter, still sipping her gin tonic. She then reached again for her phone.

- She really has a gorgeous pussy, you know? It almost makes me wanna lick it. I can't wait to show it to you. It's gonna be great. Since today, every time you're going to look into her eyes, or at her instagram stories, you're gonna know you saw her pussy, and she isn't gonna suspect shit. I love it. And... You know what? She would never ever show it to you! We talked about you, and she doesn't find you desirable at all! She would never fuck you in a million years. So this is the only chance you will ever have to actually see her pussy. Oh my god, she would hate to know I'm gonna do this!

This of course hurt a little, but it also made my chance all the more exceptional. I was even more excited than before. I was determined to succeed. She didn't wanna show me her pussy? Well, I'm gonna see it anyway. Whatever it takes.

- Start moving your finger. Explore around a bit. See if you can find your prostate.

- What is it supposed to feel like?

- It's like a spongy bump, on the wall of your ass, on the front side. If the position is uncomfortable, lift your legs a bit. Yes, that's right. Do you like it?

- I don't know... I thought it would have hurt, but... It kinda doesn't. But I don't know if it feels good either.

She shrugged.

- I suppose it's an acquired taste. I don't have a prostate, I don't really know. But I don't care, either. Put a second finger in.

- What?

- Here you go.

She emptied her glass, put her phone in her pocket, and then came back to me, grabbed the bottle of lubricant and poured so much of the fluid on my hand that I felt I was laying in a puddle. Everything felt wet.

- Don't be afraid, it's gonna slip right in. Take half of the first finger out to make some space, and just put the second in.

I tentatively did what she was asking me to. I couldn't believe it, but it worked. She really knew my body better than me. And she was using it. Or rather, she was making me use it. I had two fingers in my ass. The feeling was now way more intense. I let out a gasp.

- Oh, yes. You're feeling it now.

- Oh my god.

- I know. I know! You like it, don't you?

- I don't know, I... I don't understand!

I was overwhelmed.

- Finger your ass. Finger it like you would finger a pussy. Finger fuck yourself.

- Oh god!

- I know! You're masturbating your ass. That's all you need to understand. And I'm watching you. I'm always gonna know you did this. Just like you're always gonna know you saw Christina's pussy. Do you want to see it?

- Yes!

She took her phone out.

- Are you ready to see it?

- Oh god yes!

- Are you close?

- Fuck yes, I am.

- Then go ahead! Just let me know when there is no coming back.

And that was all I needed.

- Oh my god! Oh my god! Now! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!

And just like that... She flipped her phone.

She was on all fours, on the floor. The phone was set behind her. Probably against the wall. She had just her bra on. Her legs was a little spread. Her head was turned towards the camera, but only very partially: her face wasn't really on view, but anyone who knew Christina would have recognized her without the shadow of a doubt. Under her belly were dangling her incredible boobs, tightly wrapped in a white bra. And then... Her beautiful small butt blossomed in all its naked glory. Her skin was perfect. Her cheeks opened just enough for the true protagonist to show itself. Her outer lips was small and didn't cover her inner lips at all. But the latters... They were beautiful. They weren't too big, and they were smooth and turgid. I have always liked any kind of pussy. I don't dislike a completely "innie" pussy, as they call it on the internet, but I've never had a problem with a more flappy one. I mean, I'm not gonna complain to have more meat to suck. But I had to admit, that pussy that I was looking at was a real beauty.