Friendzoned By My Housemate
By littlebigboi.
All my friends lost their virginities before me, and it wasn’t until I was at university that I even made out with a girl. I felt embarrassed about by my lack of experience and was so ashamed of the fact that I had never got laid that it paralysed me. In my first year of university, I had opportunities with women that I thought were way out of my league, but I avoided going home with any of them, because of the potential humiliation of being exposed for my inexperience.
To be honest, upon reflection, at that point I was quite handsome and didn’t want for attention from women. My puppy fat that I carried through high school had dropped off and at 6’4″ and relatively well built, size, in this respect was not an issue. I didn’t realise this at the time though and my lack of confidence definitely put off most women that would make a move on me.
In my second year of university, I moved into a sharehouse with my best friend George and four 19-year-old women. They were all very attractive in their own ways.
Sarah had beautifully tanned skin and perfect body. She had dark hair and eyes and classically stunning features. Though she was incredibly beautiful, she was also very shy and polite. It was obvious from early on that we didn’t have any chemistry and so I had no qualms with just being friends.
Sally was a bit of a goth and always took great pleasure overtly discussing her fetishes with the house. She would go on about how she loved to be dominated and all the freaky shit she’d get up to. I’d often look at her long, slender, tattooed legs as they dangled over edge of the sofa barely covered at all by her tiny shorts. To be honest though, in terms of personality, she wasn’t really my type.
Alex was too much of a hippy, but had a curvy yet athletic build, with a plump round ass, thick, slightly muscular thighs and well-toned abs. She oozed sexuality and had a high level of confidence, flirting with almost every guy she met — including me. Though she had a boyfriend, I remember one time her bursting into my room after coming home from a night out. She had just a T shirt and underwear on, and she came a lay beside me in bed. I thought that maybe, this might be my time and feeling her soft body pressed against my back made me rock hard. I knew she could tell that I was aroused, and she shook me and said to me “Oliver… I know you are awake. My feet are killing me, I’ve been dancing all night. I was kinda hoping you might give me a massage…” I turned to see her smile and instantly she looked down at the tent in my pants then looked back with a knowing smirk. Embarrassed, I obliged and gave her the best foot rub I could muster as I looked up admiring her, but as soon I was done, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, said goodnight, and went back downstairs to bed. This was as close as we ever got to sleeping together.
Ultimately though, it was Charlie that I fell for, and I fell for her hard. From the first time I met Charlie I was smitten. I remember going to meet Alex who was introducing us as potential new housemates. As I approached, I saw her sitting on the bench laughing away and my breath was taken from me instantly. She was quite tall and had a devilish smile, full lips, and big round eyes. Her long blonde hair fell down below her shoulders. When she smiled at me and looked into my eyes, I melted. I tried hard not to look her up and down too much as we introduced ourselves, but as soon as she wasn’t looking, I couldn’t help myself but check her out. Her body was toned with soft, fair skin, a thin yet curvy figure and long model-like legs. It was also impossible to not notice her incredibly large and perfectly round breasts, which stood out in the skin-tight jumper she was wearing. That first time we hung out she made me feel so at ease. She was so warm, funny and kind and I could feel myself falling harder and harder as we teased each other and laughed away that afternoon. When we parted and said goodbye, she gave me a long, close hug and as I felt her huge breasts pressed against me, I did everything I could to contain myself. From that moment she was the only girl I ever fantasised about, and I did, often.
Unfortunately, after we moved in together, I found out she had a boyfriend, Ryan, and he was an arrogant piece of shit jock. He was not as tall as me, but very obviously attractive and clearly spent a lot of time at the gym. I was so envious every time they hung out together at our house and I don’t think I did a very job hiding this from them or my other housemates. I’d watch her kiss him and run her hand over his huge biceps and just think to myself about how much I wanted to hit him. Looking back on it, I was pathetic and was humiliating myself. Boy did I have no idea how far that theme was going to go.
Charlie quickly became comfortable enough with me to tell me everything about her, including her relationship. I don’t know if she was aware of how obsessed with her I was, but I clearly liked her, and she had very clearly friend zoned me from the get go. Naively though, I let myself stay in denial about this, firmly holding on to a glimmer of hope that if she got to know me well enough, true love would shine through. I confided in her emotionally in ways I’d never let myself do before and I could feel the level of intimacy between us reaching a point beyond where most friendships go.
Some of the conversations were getting rough though as we got closer with each other:
“Look, I know Ryan’s kind of an asshole, but he’s actually really sweet to me and he just makes me feel so good!” Charlie said to me as she lay back on the couch with her head resting in my lap. “I can’t help it. I don’t really care what he’s like to everyone else. I know he’s rude to you, but Oliver you have to understand… The way he treats me like a goddess, yet at the same time, when we are in the bedroom, he completely owns me — it makes me hot just thinking about it.”
“Uh huh…” I said in return, trying my best not to come across as the jealous loser I was.
“Yeah. And he has a huuuge dick.” She said whilst smiling at me and holding her hands apart about a foot to emphasise his length. I swallowed awkwardly loudly. “Yeah, I didn’t realise how much I needed that until I slept with him, but it made everyone before him fade away to nothing. Like, wow!”
I had never really thought about my size until that conversation. I had always thought that I was about average, but my shyness and virginity had been a bigger worry. After that though, I couldn’t help but wonder how I’d measure up.
Making matters worse, we shared a bedroom wall and I heard them having sex a lot. I often jerked off as they were going at it. Hearing Charlie moan with pleasure was just so hot and I couldn’t help but fantasise as a result.
One night, when I could hear them starting, I decided to sneak a peek at the action. I snuck out of my room quietly and crept up to her bedroom door. I tried to glance through the keyhole, but couldn’t see anything, so, with my heart in my mouth, I turned the doorknob as gently and quietly as I could, hoping they wouldn’t be looking as I pushed it open a crack. Thankfully, they weren’t facing the door completely as Ryan pulled off her top. I watched, amazed at how perfect Charlie’s body was. Those huge, full, perfectly shaped white breasts were gobsmacking. They were the most incredible pair of breasts I had ever seen, even including in porn and on TV. They were emphasised by how slender and toned her body was and they had cute, round pink nipples which were perky and even. As I watched Ryan slowly pull down her panties I got my first glimpse of her gorgeous pussy, completely shaven and with slightly swollen but elegant, innocent looking lips. I could see small droplets of wetness coming out as he pushed two of his thick fingers inside of her. Charlie made a whispered moan in response.
She turned to face him — away from me at an angle — and unbuttoned his trousers. Looking at him, I had to say he was a total hunk. His toned chest and abs and huge biceps were impossible to ignore and though his tattoos were cheesy, overall, I could see why women liked him. Then as she pulled down his underwear, I saw his massive cock. Charlie hadn’t been lying. In its semi-erect state, it was at least 7 inches long and extremely thick. She wrapped her hand around it, and as I watched it grow, I could see that she couldn’t fit the whole way around its girth anymore. The precum that was lubing it up highlighted its thick veins. I could feel my own dick getting hard and I reached down to feel it. I thought “it must be half the size, if that…”
As Charlie bent down and wrapped her lips around it, I started to feel my mouth watering. It looked juicy and meaty and I thought to myself, “geez is his cock actually turning me on?” I licked my lips a little as I watched her try to fit it in her mouth, looking at up him with those big eyes. Her full, soft lips were sucking on the tip of it and, fully hard now, he grabbed her head with his strong hands and with gentle, yet intentional force pulled her mouth further along his huge ten-inch monster. Charlie looked uncomfortable, with her eyes wide and beginning to water, but as he pulled her back and forth, gaining rhythm and thrusting slightly, it looked as though she was getting used to it. Then with one firm thrust he forced the entire thing into her mouth and down her throat and held it there for a several seconds before letting her go. Charlie coughed and gasped and spat ropes of precum from her mouth. She looked shocked and slightly dizzy, but her eyes were filled with lust.
Ryan then grabbed her and spun her around, pushing her forward so that she was knelt on all fours. He started stroking his huge cock as from behind he brought it near her wet pussy and slowly pressed its huge veiny head against her opening. I could see her beautiful pussy start to stretch apart and hug the tip of his cock, almost looking like it was trying to suck it inside of her, whilst at the same time not being able to fit it in. Then he pushed it in a little further and as her pussy stretched open Charlie moaned loudly “oh fuck yes!”
Ryan grunted as he began thrusting very gently. I watched in awe as this chiselled meathead pushed his huge veiny cock in deeper and deeper. I could see the expression of pure ecstasy on Charlie’s face as he fucked her harder. Her tits bounced and slapped against her chest as he pounded against her. I looked at the muscles of her long sweaty legs tense and move as she tried to match his rhythm. He kept going faster and faster, deeper and deeper. I looked on in awe as the entirety of his thick, manly cock, went all the way in and then almost all the way out again and again — shining and glistening as Charlie’s pussy continued to swell. After several minutes, with both of them covered in sweat, Charlie started screaming and writhing in what I could only assume were a series of intense orgasms.
I was so immersed in what I was watching that I had forgotten to pay attention to my own stealth as I masturbated and just as I realised how carried away I was getting, Charlie suddenly turned her head and made direct eye contact with me. I must’ve looked like I’d seen a ghost as I embarrassingly shot my shameful load into the bottom of her door and looked down in panic as I sobered in its wake. She looked at me confused, slowly realising what was going on and I quickly closed the door and quietly scurried away, my heart racing like a frightened animal.
“Oh my god. What have I done? What have I done?” My thoughts raced over and over as I lay in bed. “How on earth am I going to face her in the morning? Is she going to tell everyone? Did Ryan see?”
As I lay there shaking in fear, I heard them start back up again. Charlie screaming out “Oh fuck Daddy, fuck me! Fuck my pussy deep like that! It feels so good!” and the cacophony of the bed creaking and shaking filled my room. I reached down and felt my hard little dick. My heart sank as I looked down at it, realising it was increasingly unlikely it would ever fuck her – certainly not like he could.
*****
I had an anxious, sleepless night in bed — my mind racing with all of the potential consequences of my exposure as a peeping tom. I wondered how Charlie would take it. She certainly didn’t look angry when we’d made eye contact, more confused.
In the morning, I heard heavy footsteps pass down the staircase next to my bed and figured it must be Ryan leaving. As I listened to Charlie get up, I heard her stop at the door. “Oh for fuck’s sake! This is so fucking gross!”
“Oh no, I forgot to clean up my cum…” I thought to myself as I had a split second to ponder before all hell broke loose.
Charlie burst into my room without knocking and I cowered in my bed pulling my duvet over my head, in an attempt to have one or two more seconds where I didn’t have to be confronted by my actions. I felt a tug at the blankets and held on tight, but they were ripped out my grip. I looked up at Charlie staring down angrily at me in nothing but a crop top and panties before she mounted me and smacked me right in my right cheekbone. “You fucking pervert!” she said before her fist went straight between my raised hands and hit me square in the right eye a second time. Completely dazed and with a heavy throbbing in my head, I pleaded with her, “Please, Charlie, please! I didn’t mean to, I just got carried away. I’m so sorry. I love you, I would never do anything to hurt you.”
“You are so fucking gross, Oliver” Charlie said looking down at me. I could see the outline of her pussy through her white panties, only an inch or two from my face as she sat on top of my chest. I thought of how her naked body had looked last night dripping with sweat. “I knew you had a crush on me, but I never thought you’d do something like that. It’s such an invasion of privacy. It makes me feel sick. And even worse, you fucking left a pile of cum at my bedroom door. I don’t even know what to say to you.” Her anger was turning to disappointment, and I was somewhat relieved. I could feel the swelling around my eye and was terrified she might hit me again. “You’re supposed to be my friend,” she continued, “and instead you’re nothing but a disgusting little perv. I don’t know if I can live in the same house as you anymore.”
I listened to her as she chastised me, but I couldn’t keep my eyes on hers with her pussy so close to my mouth and those huge perfect breasts protruding out below her face. I tried to snap myself out of it, but it was too late and I could feel my dick getting hard. Charlie had noticed my wandering eyes and I could see expression turn back to anger. “Are you even listening to me?” she said and grabbed my hair before dismounting me and pulling me towards the door.
“Arrrgh!” I yelled out as I tried my best to get up quickly and follow her whilst she tugged me by my hair. At this point, the last thing I wanted to do was resist and make it worse. Best to go with whatever she wants in case I make her even more angry, I thought.
“You are gonna fucking pay for this, Oliver. I am going to make sure that you never do this to anyone ever again.” She dragged me to her door, before throwing me down to the ground, grabbing my head and shoving into the patch of cum on her carpet. It was the most degrading feeling, having her shove my head into that damp, sticky ground and the burning sensation of my face being rubbed on the carpet as I said sorry over and over again. I was taken aback by her strength, I knew she went to the gym and was certainly fit, but the way she was shoving me felt like I was back in schoolyard being manhandled by the older bullies. In reality I was a lot bigger than her, but it certainly didn’t feel that way in this moment.
After a minute or two, she pulled my head up slightly and, death staring me with those huge beautiful blue eyes, she said with an aggressive, dominant tone “I have been thinking all morning about what I am going to do to you in order to teach you a lesson. The obvious thing is just to tell everyone and out you for being such a pathetic piece of shit, but I really don’t think that that’s enough, do you? I mean, you’re supposed to be one of my best friends and you betrayed my trust and fucking spied on me. Did it turn you on Oliver? Watching me getting fucked? Did you enjoy cumming on my carpet? You fucking wish that I would fuck you, don’t you? Well, that’s never going to happen.”
“Charlie, I’m so, so sorry! I got carried away, I didn’t mean for it to go that far. I’ll do whatever you want, please just don’t tell anybody. I want to make it up to you and I promise I’ll never do it again.” I said whimpering and looking at her longingly, trying to get the loving smile that she always gave me.
“Oliver, I am going to tell people, that is unless you do exactly what I say. You know, I’ve always enjoyed teasing you. You made it so easy and up until this point I felt bad about it, because I knew I was never going to sleep with you, but now that I know that you deserve it, I am going to destroy you. You understand? I am going to make you feel as violated as I did last night, because it’s only fair, and I wouldn’t be able to live with knowing that my pathetic little friend might do this to another unsuspecting woman. I can’t believe you used to go on and on about how much of an asshole Ryan is, when he was the one that was right all along. You are nothing more than a disgusting loser that wants to get into my pants.” Charlie said as she dragged me back to my bed, my face covered with a combination of carpet burn and cum residue.
“Honestly, Charlie, I really do love you. I would do anything for you. We are friends, I just made a terrible mistake,” I said and she threw me back on to my bed and climbed atop me once more. She pinned my arms to the bed with her knees and I felt them start to go numb.
“Oliver, you don’t love me. You’re obsessed with me. There is a big difference. You’ve spent more time staring at my breasts than you have actually listening to me, and I honestly have been able to tell how you feel the entire time. You’re not exactly subtle. The thing is, you’re not the first ‘friend’ that has done this to me and you’re not going to be the first boy that I wholly and completely own. I can tell you now that you are never going to stop being obsessed with me. Secretly, there was a part of me that was hoping something like this might happen so that I could justify hurting you.”
The look on her face as she said this was menacing. I could tell that there was a whole side to Charlie that I had never known until this point, and it quite frankly terrified me. I was in over my head and though I had to admit that the whole thing turned me on, I was only really capable of reacting and hoping for the best now. The idea of being outed for my behaviour scared me and the idea of being dominated by Charlie kinda turned me on, even if this was extreme, so I figured that I’d best go with it and deal with the consequences later. It was an unexpected turn of events, but how bad could it get? Plus, it seemed like Charlie was actually enjoying it, for which I was very surprised and excited by.
“Because the thing is,” Charlie continued, “I am perfect. I am a fucking goddess. And I deserve to have everything that I want. What I want at the moment is to have a real man that fucks me and a little bitch boy that does whatever the fuck else I want him to. You are going to be my bitch, aren’t you, Oliver?”
“Yes of course. I will do whatever you want,” I replied as quickly as I could. “Just please… let’s keep this to ourselves, I’m begging you Charlie!”
“No! When we are alone, you don’t call me Charlie anymore. You can call me ma’am, or you can call me mommy, because I am your fucking boss now and you are going to follow my rules.”
“Wait, why mommy?” I responded before she slapped me straight across the face. It stung like hell and my ears were ringing, I tried to shake it off but with my arms going numb beneath her legs and the ringing in my ears, I could feel myself starting to get a bit dizzy.
“This is an important rule, Oliver,” Charlie said to me with that menacing smile on her face, as I looked back up at her. “You don’t ask questions like that. You are going to call me mommy, because that is what I like and your mother clearly didn’t teach you any manners, which leaves it up to me. Now, does my baby boy understand?” I nodded and Charlie took her knees off my arms and turned around.
I could see her panties were completely drenched and I though to myself “Jesus Christ this is really turning her on…” She reached down and pulled my boxers off, and my heart sank again as she turned around with her mouth agape in shock and covered by her hand as she tried to contain her laughter. “Oh my god, Oliver. You poor baaaby!” She laughed and pointed at me, almost completely breaking the anger that she had been displaying for the last several minutes. “No wonder,” she continued. “You’ve got such a small little penis. No wonder you’re such a little pussy, you’re scared everyone’s going to find out that you’ve got nothing down there! My poor little Oliver, your dick is so pathetic. It’s smaller than my ten-year-old brother’s!”
“Oh, shut up! It’s not that small!” I responded.
Charlie crossed her arms and looked at me seriously to show that she was not joking. “Oliver, it’s the smallest fucking penis I’ve ever seen,” Charlie said matter-of-factly as she moved back down the bed slightly and grab it gently with her hand. Even though I was embarrassed, god did it felt amazing to have her soft hand on my dick. I couldn’t believe this was happening and I couldn’t help but buck slightly, before she shot me a death stare that told me not to do it again. “It’s really short and it’s really thin, Oliver” she said as she stroked it softly. I had to admit it looked tiny in her hand, even while it was hard. “Like, there is absolutely no way that I would even feel this in my pussy. It wouldn’t even touch the sides, Oliver. You might as well be a girl, because, trust me, no women would ever feel good with this pathetic little shrimp dick inside her. Like, it would be embarrassing to know that I’d let it in willingly — a real shot to my womanhood, you know? But, surely you must already know this, right? Like, there’s absolutely no way you’ve ever made a woman cum is there, Oliver?”
I froze and the look on my face must’ve given it away. I saw her glee growing as my silence and panicked looking expression lingered. I started shaking uncontrollably and tried to say it, but the words wouldn’t come out…
“Oh nooo, my pooor little baby is a fucking virgin isn’t he!? Awwww. It’s OK Ollie, mommy is going to make it all better now, OK?” Charlie teased as she talked down to me in a babying tone. I couldn’t stop shivering from anxiety. She pulled off her crop top and her huge, luscious breasts popped out and fell back to her chest with a natural bounce. I looked on still slightly in shock. They were even more impressive up close. So perfect and natural, yet huge and full. With her domineering energy, those breasts seemed powerful, like two massive symbols for her perfection, my ineptitude, and the hold she had over me. As I looked over the rest of her body, I noticed how toned and fit she looked. Her body was slightly sweaty, and I could see the well-defined, yet feminine muscles in her arms and stomach. Up close, it really was perfection. The beads of sweat on her abs made them look so supple and sexy. I wanted to reach out and feel her, but the pain around my eye reminded me not to mess with Charlie. I did not want another punch in the face. She crawled towards me a little and then stood up with one foot either side of me. I looked up at her as she stared down at me from above her beautiful, massive tits.
Charlie raised one foot and then pressed it against my lips. I felt weak and powerless, and it honestly was rush. I didn’t feel like there was anything I could do in this moment to stop her. I instinctively opened my mouth and she started pushing her toes in. Even her feet seemed like they were perfect. Soft, elegant, pale and clean. I sucked on her toes as I looked up at her smiling. “You are such a pathetic little bitch. I’m going to break you,” she said meanly as I looked up her while she shoved her foot further into my mouth roughly. It hurt. It felt like my jaw was widening further than it could, but to my surprise just as I thought I was about to start losing teeth, she pulled it out swiftly and laughed.
“See baby, this isn’t so bad, is it?” She said from above. “I’m almost tempted to take your virginity just so that you can see how incredibly unsatisfied that tiny little shrimp dick would make me. Like, it would crush your soul if you saw how much I would not enjoy having sex with you. You saw Ryan’s dick, right? It’s like at least five times your size,” she continued with an eyebrow raised. “It’s stretched me out so much, I don’t even think if you had an average cock I would feel it, let alone that tiny fucking piece of shit. Like, if you could feel Ryan’s dick in your hand you’d know, Oliver. You’d feel how thick and heavy and manly it is. And that little pile of cum you left at my door? He puts triple that inside of me every time.”
She started pulling her wet panties off and I stared upward at her perfect, shaved, glistening pussy. Its lips were elegantly curved and even and it just looked so young and soft. She started kneeling lower and positioned it just above my face. It smelt musky and sweaty, but slightly sweet. Charlie looked at me and said, “Do you want to suck on mommy’s pussy baby?”
I looked back at her and nodded. She slapped me across the face and yelled “say it!” I was slightly dazed again, but kept eye contact with and said, “I want to suck your pussy, mommy.”
“Goood booy,” she said smiling in that babying tone again and lowered her pussy right onto my mouth and nose. I felt its wetness envelop me and stuck out my tongue to get a taste. It was wet and slightly sticky and at first it was quite sweet. She started rubbing her pussy all over my face, gently at first, but she built pace as she continued and slowly but surely worked her way up to a steady pace. I thought about her comparison of mine and Ryan’s cocks as she continued to fuck my face. I felt degraded. I felt weak. But, as I lay there, barely able to get breaths in as she worked me over, I gave into my role and thought about how lucky I was to have Charlie’s perfect pussy on my face. It wasn’t so bad. And it seemed like she really liked it. She was moaning and really going for it. Was she going to cum? Maybe I could make her cum? I started sucking on her pussy and I tasted a change in her juices. They were no longer that sweet flavour, but now kind of salty and a bit more sticky. I sucked and sucked as she kept fucking and more and more of her juices came out, then after several more minutes she finally sat back on my chest and took a breather.
She was panting and covered in sweat. I looked at her and asked, “did you cum?” Charlie laughed and looked at me confused. “Of course not Ollie, you could never make me cum,” she said, “I enjoy dominating you, but like I keep telling you, I need a nice big cock and a whole lot of penetration to climax. So, no I definitely didn’t cum, but… you sure tasted a lot of Ryan’s cum just now you little whore! Did it taste good?”
I gagged and suddenly felt sick. Oh no, I just swallowed so much of Ryans cum… I felt faint. Was I going to vomit? I started coughing hysterically and uncontrollably before I felt another sharp slap across the face. “I’m sorry!” I yelled out.
“Not good enough, I asked you a fucking question bitch,” Charlie said. “And did mommy say that you could cough?” she asked rhetorically and the grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face back up into her crotch, with my chin pressed against her clit. Her sweaty, soft legs wrapped around my neck and jaw, and I looked up at her as she looked back down at me nonchalantly. She then squeezed with all of her strength, and I felt all the air to my lungs cut off as I gasped and choked. I couldn’t believe the strength in her thighs as she squeezed the life out of me. I reached my hands up grabbed her legs and tried to pull then apart. Her skin was so soft, yet the muscles in her thighs were so tight and hard. I couldn’t help but take in how amazing her legs felt despite the fact that I was panicking that I couldn’t breathe. I started rolling around on the bed, flailing, and trying to get loose. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I don’t like this at all. This feels dangerous, I need to get out!” I thought to myself in a feverish panic. I looked her straight in the eyes, with fear in my face, and pleaded with my own eyes for her to relent. She loosened her grip for a moment, and I blurted out, “Please stop, Charlie, I think you’re going to kill me!”
She looked back at me expressionless and then pouted her full, lush lips before snapping her legs closed tight around my neck once more, with even more power than before. I coughed and spat and tried to breath, from within her vice-like grip, but nothing was getting through. I looked up at her helplessly as I felt the energy draining from me. She smiled slightly and turned her whole body to the side. Her perfect figure shimmered in the light as everything started to go dark. My dick was still hard as I began to lose consciousness, my mind slowly giving into the silver lining that at least my suffering was making Charlie happy. She smiled down at me and said, “goodnight little boy,” as I slipped away into darkness, my heart racing, and my little dick as hard as ever, giving in completely to the fact that I was being owned and dominated and dominated by Charlie. I would do anything for her.
*****
When I got up the next day my head and jaw were aching something fierce. I was so confused and embarrassed. On the one hand I had gotten more action than ever before and with the love of my life, no less, but on the other, I felt as though I had been degraded and there was a deep sense of shame that I was so thrilled by it.
I then remembered the panic in my heart when I had for a moment thought I was about to die in between Charlie’s legs, which made me feel nauseous. I began trembling violently at the reality of that memory and how just dark it was. I went through all the horrible things she said to me and how she was so incredibly beautiful, yet so incredibly mean.
Overwhelmed by the flood of emotions that had surfaced, I went to the bathroom to have a shower. When I looked at my face in the mirror, I noticed that all around my eyes and forehead were hundreds of tiny red dots. I went in for a closer look and rubbed at them, to find out that they were seemingly under the skin. There was a large bruise that hadn’t fully displayed where I’d been hit. I had to be honest with myself, I looked terrible… Flustered, I got in the shower and tried to wash of the shame.
When I got out a quick Google search showed that the dots were likely popped blood vessels, which can result from being choked particularly hard. Dear God, I thought to myself, as I curled into the fetal position, naked, on my bed.
The physical effect of the shame was like nothing I had felt before. I felt paralyzed, nauseous, bruised and battered. I thought about all the potential outcomes and, though I dreamed of Charlie coming in and holding me gently, telling me that she was sorry and that she got carried away, I had to admit to myself that this was not one of them. Running these potential future outcomes through my head, none of them seemed good and instead I allowed myself to sink deep into the comfort of dark, suicidal thought patterns. At least I could control that…
The next week was not as horrible as I had expected, though the deep anxiety and depression had a firm grip on me. Charlie was basically ignoring me, which was perfect, because I couldn’t even look her in the eye. I was terrified to talk to her again and we barely said two words to each other.
I had been avoiding our house and staying inside my room with the door closed whenever I was home, so there were seldom few opportunities anyway. She had smiled at me when we crossed paths in the hallway, but it gave nothing away. It had seemed friendly though.
Maybe she was just as embarrassed about what had happened as I was? I mean, this kinda made sense to me. My logic was, she could have just gotten carried away – it had seemed very out of character for her to get so worked up. I felt like her reaction was just as bad if not worse than what I had done. I mean, physical violence like that, I could probably go to the cops… Maybe she was worried? My heart skipped at the hope these thoughts triggered, like a dumb dog that thinks it’s going to get to join in and eat at the table with its human family.
The next night my housemates and I were watching TV together and I noticed Charlie and Sally whispering to each other and occasionally glancing my way. My heart raced in panic as I saw them giggling between themselves. I feared that Charlie was talking to her about what had happened, but I tried to just ignore it and watch the stupid reality TV show that my housemates cared so much about.
They were talking about me though… What the fuck? Charlie had said that if I did what she wanted, she wouldn’t tell anyone. I was fuming and freaking out and trying my best not to blow up. Before I embarrassed myself, I quickly got off the couch and ran up to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I lay on my bed and tried to calm down, but I couldn’t.
There was a knock at the door as it opened, and Charlie snuck in quietly, shutting the door behind her. “Hey Oliver, are you okay?” she said quietly as she came and sat on the bed beside me. “I’m worried about you baby; you don’t seem yourself. I’m so sorry I got so carried away the other night, I really didn’t mean to hurt you… It’s just that in the heat of the moment I can get carried away, and y’know, I was just playing, and I thought you’d enjoy it. I can see now that it was too much and that I should have controlled myself a little more. You’re like a shell of a fragile, little boy, right now, aren’t you?”
I breathed for a moment, letting the relief set in, as I realized that I might have let my fears get the best of me with how I had been processing this whole incident. “Oh really?” I replied trying to downplay my emotions.
“I didn’t realize I was giving off that impression. I’m actually okay… You did get carried away, though. I must admit I was questioning whether the whole time you were being serious, or just role playing, and it has been worrying me, but of course I liked parts of it” My voice began to break. “I didn’t like being punched in the face though and that choking was way too much, I fucking went unconscious!”
I had tried to keep myself calm, but I clearly had showed myself during the end and Charlie looked through me with her eyes, almost seeming satisfied at my inability to control my emotions.
Charlie moved in to sit closer and put her arm around me whilst I lay against her. She stroked my hair, then kissed me softly on the forehead. The motherly comfort and intimacy of the moment calmed me, then made me feel warm and gave me butterflies.
My dick started to harden as I nuzzled into her breast through the soft fabric of her sweater. Feeling my cheek brush against her nipple, I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra and as I took in her sweet, floral fragrance, I felt immediately intoxicated with lust. God, I love her. I would do anything for her. If what she likes is hurting me, she can hurt me.
“Hey… It’s okay baby. Mommy’s here. Here to make your troubles go away,” Charlie said to me in a soft, sultry voice. I felt whole and completed, as if a huge ray of sunshine had pierced through a storm and was melting away the snow.
“I thought you were telling Sally about what happened the other night and that you were laughing at me together, while we were watching TV. That’s why I ran upstairs.” I admitted to her shamefully.
“Oh, I know, baby… but, you know I would never tell her about everything, not after that. It’s between you and me, okay.”
“Thank you, Charlie.”
“Of course,” she said warmly. “We were only laughing, because I was telling her how small your dick is! You don’t need to worry Oliver, I was just telling her, yours is just like a tiny little baby’s dick!” She said laughing wickedly.
“What!? I thought you said it was between you and me!”
“Oh, I would never tell her the other stuff Oliver… that is, unless I wanted to.” Her sudden change in tone caught me off-guard. “But you don’t have to worry, because I am not going to want to,” she said warmly again, “unless you don’t follow my rules and do what I fucking tell you, when I tell you.”
I looked up into her eyes and saw the joy she was taking in wielding her power over me, as I lay in her arms, clearly shocked and terrified. “I’ll do whatever you want,” I said to her defeatedly, too weak to stand up for myself, with my dignity at an all time low and feeling at the mercy of both her will and my attraction to her.
I didn’t realize what was coming next, as I heard another knock at my door. “Come in,” Charlie said, and when I saw Ryan, I almost had a heart attack. He closed the door behind him and seemed nonchalant as he walked over to Charlie’s side.
I looked over him and admired how chiseled and strong his huge arms looked. I felt so small in Charlie’s arms by comparison. His masculinity radiated as he leant in and gave Charlie a kiss. I could smell his sweat and feel his warmth and thought that he must’ve just been doing something physical.
“Perfect timing,” Charlie said looking as happy as I’d ever seen her.
“Look I don’t know about this, babe.” Ryan said glancing over me. “I feel weird about this whole thing.”
“This is my thing though babe, you don’t need to feel weird. Remember, you want to please me, and this is what I want, it has nothing to do with you at its core.” She said playfully, looking at him with a cheeky smile. She stood up and took off her sweater, letting her perfect, voluptuous breasts fall freely. I gawked at their magnificence, overwhelmed with desire. “You do want to make me a happy girlfriend, don’t you babe?”
Ryan thought to himself for a few seconds and muttered something to her that I couldn’t make out, but seemingly giving in. They embraced lustfully and kissed, before Charlie started to unbutton his shirt. I watched on eagerly, staring at them both. Ryan’s gladiator-like body being pressed up against Charlie’s was one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen and being so close to them made it all the more intoxicating.
Charlie turned her head towards me, and I felt a jolt, snapping me out of my voyeuristic state. “Hey, come over here,” she said while smiling.
I stood up, fully erect and walked over to them shyly, unsure of what was happening. I looked at Ryan, but quickly looked away again as our eyes met. He looked annoyed with me being there – his discomfort at my presence juxtaposed with Charlie being so warm and welcoming. I felt unsettled and nervous.
“Okay, Mommy is gonna show her baby what a grown mans cock looks like now,” Charlie said as she leant forward and slowly pulled down Ryan’s shorts. His cock was still flaccid, but my god it was impressive. So thick and meaty, uncut and with several distinguishable veins. She then yanked my shorts and underwear off in one quick swoop. I instinctively covered myself with my hands. I saw Ryan smirk.
“What the fuck are you doing, Oliver!” Charlie yelled. “Do you think I fucking pulled your virgin pants down so that we could see you cover yourself like a scared, little bitch?” She laughed and looked at Ryan, who seemed to be warming to the eventuating dynamic. “Move your hands away!” She yelled. “I want you to feel the full shame of being next to a real man like Ryan, so that you can understand why the only type of you will ever have here, is as my little bitch slave.”
My heart sank back down to its dark depths, the shame washing back over me. My dick was still rock hard, betraying the rest of my emotions as I looked at Charlie. Menacingly beautiful, her perfectly toned body and voluptuous breasts imposed upon me a desire that I could not control. I will do what she wants.
I removed my hands from my crotch, and she reached out, taking our cocks each in a hand, weighing them up against one another. Even though I had already known it to be the case, the size difference up close was shocking. Even soft, it looked at least twice as long as mine, and far girthier.
If mine was 3 inches, his must have already been 8. The sheer physicality of the moment intensified my internal inferiority, to the point where it overwhelmed me. I felt so submissive, so weak, so feminine compared to Ryan.
“Wow, you really do have a tiny cock.” Ryan said as Charlie slowly stroked us both. I watched as his grew slightly, though remained mostly soft. Charlie’s hand barely wrapping around it as her other easily encapsulated me.
Charlie stopped and let go of our cocks, Ryan’s making a slight thud as it dropped back to his balls. “I want you to feel it,” she said, looking me square in the eye.
I thought about protesting but knew that it would not go well for me. Ryan looked like he was trying to ignore the situation and was not looking at me. I was terrified, but looking at his cock’s thick, veiny manliness, I found myself also turned on by it.
I meekly reached out put my hand around it, lifting it up and feeling it’s thickness and weight in my hand. It was heavy and it was warm. The skin was soft. It felt weird holding someone else’s penis, almost like I was seeing it from a different perspective.
“Stroke it,” Charlie ordered, and I did as she said, moving my hand slowly up and down, gripping it firmly, feeling myself giving in to the moment and enjoying it. I continued for what felt like several minutes and it was still not getting completely hard, though it had grown several inches and to the point where there was a very large gap between my thumb and fingers as I stroked.
Charlie then removed my hand, and looking at me while holding his dick, opened her mouth and wrapped her perfect full lips around the tip. She worked her way around the first third of his cock, leaving it glistening as she licked and sucked it, looking me in the eye the whole time. She was so pretty.
I kind of wished she was actually my mother in that moment, teaching me how to suck a man’s cock, as absurd as that sounds. It really turned me on. She pulled it out of her mouth and held it, rock hard, looking at me with knowing eyes, that I would do what she wanted. “Do it just like that, okay baby?”
I felt my manhood evaporating as I gave into my desires and did as she’d said, opening my mouth and feeling it be filled by Ryan’s thick cock. It tasted salty, and my thoughts raced back to the taste when I had been eating Charlie out, which sickened me for a moment. I pulled off and licked it a little admiring it’s full length. I was in awe.
The thought didn’t last long though, as before I knew what was happening, Charlie pushed on the back of by head, cutting off my air as Ryan’s cock went all the to the back and pressed against my throat. I immediately started gagging, unable to breathe as I heard Ryan grunt. I started to almost black out as I felt Ryan start bucking. I pulled away violently out of Charlie’s grasp and off his dick, managed to get a single short breath/cough, before I felt two much stronger hands grab my head and pull it back down.
Ryan’s strength was present as he fucked my face raw. I could see his muscular, hairy thighs tense with each thrust. As it intensified, I could barely make out was happening, almost delirious, as his cock went in and out of my mouth and down my throat. It was painful. I was not enjoying it at all. I could make out “take that you little bitch” from Ryan and “aww good girl,” from Charlie, but I had almost completely dissociated from my body.
After a while he slowed and then stopped then released me. Ropes of precum dripped from his massive cock. I felt broken and foggy. I turned around to see Charlie playing with herself, rubbing her clit with her legs spread on the bed. “Here baby, come to Mommy,” she said to me with her beautiful doe-eyes and I dazedly stumbled over and fell to her pussy. It’s sweet, familiar scent filled me back up with comfort.
I knew she was mean, I knew she was abusive, but Charlie was my queen, I thought to myself, drunk with lust. She held me by my hair and pulled me gently into her and I let my tongue out softly and licked with all of my love.
Then out of nowhere I felt Ryan’s hands firmly grip my hips, my mind was slow to catch up with the reality of the situation and by the time I was saying no, the tip of Ryan’s dick was already pressing against my tight sphincter. I tried to pull away but he was a lot stronger than I was and he manhandled me back into position.
The panic of this was beyond any situation before it. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. What have I got myself into? This is not how I want to lose my virginity. “No!” I screamed out as it continued to press against my slowly opening asshole, a slight burning sensation came on as I tried to force it back out. “No!! UGH..” and then Charlie pulled my face toward her until it was completely buried in her pussy, muffling my screams as I felt Ryan’s huge cock trying to open it up.
“Jesus Christ, Ryan! It’s not going to go in without some lube,” said Charlie despondently as she threw him a small bottle. He pulled his cock out to my brief relief and Charlie wrapped her legs around my head, squeezing only gently, but her strong thighs were holding me in place. I realized there was no escape but tried anyway and she snapped her legs tight violently, almost knocking me out on impact, but holding it for a moment or two longer and then releasing me.
Dazed, I felt some cold drops of lube on my asshole and panicked again. Ryan’s hands spread me open and then I felt it go in. It was immense, and it was painful. I felt completely violated, but gave into the situation, almost playing dead.
“Fuck this dirty little virgin hard for me, babe! Make her little pussy bleed,” Charlie said in a cruel sexy tone and Ryan obliged her, and started going in and out, faster and faster. The pain was so intense that it forced me to relax and just take it. “That’s a good girl Oliver, just relax and take his cock. How does it feel?”
“It hurts so much!” I whimpered, tears flooding down my face. Ryan was fucking me so hard now that the smacks of him ramming against my ass were sounded like I was being spanked. I dared to look over my shoulder at him and saw his rippling sweaty body, and his bulging muscles as he fucked me. His expression was one of anger – he was trying to hurt me more than he was pleasuring himself. I felt my cock getting hard.
“It’s okay, Oliver, it always hurts the first time.” She turned to Ryan. “It looks like she wants to watch you fuck him, babe! Let’s turn her over so that she can watch.” And I let them turn me over, I wasn’t protesting anymore. The sharpness of the pain in my ass and lower body was so paralysing that it forced me into submission, and it was starting to strangely feel good to be torn apart by this hulk.
I looked up to see him stroking his huge cock and placing the tip inside me again. I watched as it went in, and he grabbed each of my feet and bent my legs back towards me. Wow, it’s so big. Holy shit, I can feel it in my stomach. I’ll be your good girl, Ryan, fuck me! Charlie could see I was enjoying myself and came and stood over my face as I was getting fucked. She looked down at me and said “You’re such a little whore. Look at you. You disgusting little girl, fucking my boyfriend.”
Looking up her, she was like a goddess, towering over me. I looked up at her pussy, through those long, strong, toned legs. Above it her perfectly sculpted, yet feminine abs and then I met her eyes, staring down at me in disgust.
“You are enjoying yourself too much,” she said as Ryan grunted and continued to destroy my hole.
Her shaved pussy looked so perfect and soft as she lowered it down upon my face. Her wetness and her sweet smell enveloped me, and I tried my best to lick her as I slowly ran out of air. She didn’t get up for a while.
My senses were overloaded, and I was starting to forget where I was and what was happening, until Charlie stood back up and I slowly came to. “You actually fucking disgust me, you dirty little slut. This is never happening again, so enjoy it while it lasts,” she sneered down at me from above and then whilst keeping eye contact squatted slightly and began pissing all over my face. It was warm and didn’t really smell or taste like much, but I closed my eyes and mouth.
She responded “drink it up, you fucking bitch!” The she pried my mouth open with her hands, sat on my face and pissed again. This time it all started running down my throat, until I began to choke and at the same time, I felt a very sudden burst and started cumming everywhere. It was probably the hardest I’d ever cum in my life. The greatest ecstasy and greatest pain all at once, at least I thought so, until moments later when the pleasure died down and the pain was all that was left.
As I sobered up, I remembered I was not gay, I was not enjoying this, and I had just been doing it for the pleasure of someone that was disgusted by me. It hurt more than it ever had before. Ryan continued to brutally fuck my limp body as I dissociated again and waited for it to all be over. He would cum in my ass. I wouldn’t walk for days…
The End.
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