For many years, I had a guy friend who was in my friendzone, but I made it clear to him from the beginning. I was not interested in fucking him. Even though I was very blunt about it, he still stuck around.

After a while, I started to get the sense he actually enjoys being the ‘friendzone guy,’ initiating conversations about the guys I hooked up with and listening with excitement.

At first, I thought it was a bit strange, but it surprisingly became fun for me. Maybe it was all the attention and his worship, but our relationship dynamic started to turn me on.

I would even tease him once in a while. Place my hand on his leg while sitting next to him, or “accidentally” brush the back of my hand against his crotch.

Slowly, I was starting to have fantasies about dominating him, and one day I decided to turn these fantasies into reality.

We had planned to go to another friend’s birthday party. He came to my place to pick me up, but I wasn’t ready yet and needed another half an hour.

I told him to come upstairs and wait at my place. He had been in my apartment many times, so it was seemingly nothing special, but I already had a plan that would change our relationship forever.

As I finished the shower, the doorbell rang. I covered up with a towel and opened the door for him. I could see he was a little flustered that I was only wearing a towel, but he did not acknowledge it.

He sat down on the couch. And I went into the bedroom and asked him for his opinion on which outfit I should wear, and he happily agreed.

I came out in a short summer dress, with a very revealing cleavage and no underwear, so my nipples were poking through the dress. I asked him if he liked it.

He stuttered at first, but assured me that the dress looked amazing. I turned my back to him, and asked: “But how does my ass look?” as I lifted the dress slightly, revealing the lower part of my buttcheeks.

I heard a gulp, and all he said was, “Wow.”

He did not even answer my question. I smirked, looked at his crotch, and noticed a bulge. I was genuinely surprised because I thought it would take a lot longer, but he was already sitting with a tent in his pants.

“Oh my god, are you hard?!” I laughed, pointing at his dick.

He blushed, trying to cover up the bulge with his hands, and apologized.

“No need to say sorry, I like it.” I replied with a smile and continued, “You poor thing, didn’t mean to give you blue balls… do you want to jerk off before we go?”

He was speechless, trying to reply, but he could only stutter.

I changed my tone, sounding more dominant: “C’mon then, make a decision. Are you going to the party with a tent in your pants or take care of it here?”

He finally uttered in disbelief: “You…want me…to…?”

“YES, I want you to jerk off in front of me!” I interrupted.

The confusion on his face turned into excitement, but he was still visibly shy.

He timidly pulled his dick out, which was on the smaller side, and I giggled: “Aww, look at that cute little thing”.

His eyes lit up, and all his timidity vanished. My intuition was correct; he loved being humiliated.

“Come on then, start stroking, we don’t have much time.”

He started stroking as fast as he could while looking at my nipples poking through the dress.

Even though he was pretty small, his dick was rock hard and visibly throbbing, already leaking precum.

“Wow, someone’s really excited, ey?” I smirked.

He kept stroking, and I lifted my dress, flashing my pussy just for a split second. As soon as he saw it, he moaned loudly, and ropes of cum landed on his shirt.

I laughed and said, “Well, that didn’t take much.”

I still had one of my ex’s shirts in the closet. I gave it to him as his own shirt was just soaked in cum, he must have completely emptied his balls.

In a naughty mood, I went to the party in the same dress, without any underwear.

This was the beginning of our new relationship.

*****

After our first “incident” when I told my friend to jerk off his little dick in front of me, our relationship morphed into a sub/domme dynamic. I still had zero interest in fucking him, but I enjoyed dominating.

We did it quite a few times. He would jerk off in front of me while I teased and laughed at him. He could not get enough of being humiliated. The more I laughed, the faster he came.

Outside the bedroom, we were still friends as usual, like nothing was going on. No one in our social circle could tell that we had a dirty little secret between us.

Recently, while we were chilling on the couch and talking, he shared that he’d only been with one girl before. They only had sex twice, and then she ghosted him (I suspect because he could not satisfy her, considering how small he is). Since losing his virginity with her, he never had sex with anyone else.

I was surprised and actually felt kind of bad for him. I still did not want to fuck him, but I came up with a brilliant idea.

“Do you know how to eat pussy?” I asked.

“Lol, what do you think?” he replied with an awkward laugh,

“Well…do you want to learn?” I continued,

He looked at me with intrigue:” Umm…yes?”

At that moment, he did not realize what exactly I was implying. Without saying anything else, I pulled down my thong, lifted my skirt, and opened my legs.

“On your knees! Let’s start our first lesson”.

He shouted, “Oh my God! YES!” and, like a good boy, jumped off the couch, got down on his fours on the floor, and shoved his face between my legs, while at the same time pulling his cock out and starting to jerk off.

“Whoa, whoa, easy! Who told you you’re allowed to stroke? Hands off your cock and concentrate! And calm down, passion is good, but be delicate. Lightly apply pressure, like you’re licking an ice-cream,” I instructed.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, letting go of his cock and slowly licking.

Surprisingly, he was a quick learner and did not have much trouble finding the clit. The delicate licking quickly turned into passionate pussy eating, but he was still aware to keep doing it in a pleasurable way and not apply too much pressure.

“Every girl is different, experiment until you find the right spot,” I told him.

And that’s exactly what he did, he played around with different directions and pressures until he made me uncontrollably moan: “That’s it! Keep doing exactly that!” It felt so good, I even grabbed his hair out of instinct.

“Use your fingers as well!” I moaned even louder.

He started fingering me with his index finger, in and out in a straight line.

“Curl it up, silly!” I shouted, “Do you feel that bump?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled with a mouthful of pussy,

“Good boy, now keep pressing on hit, and use two fingers,” I instructed him further.

Now he was working my g-spot and clit at the same time. It took me by surprise how good it felt. I could feel his face getting covered in my juices.

For a moment, I thought he was going to make me cum, but he could not keep up the same rhythm and just ended up unintentionally teasing me for 15 minutes.

I pushed his head away and told him to start stroking while I finished what he started.

We looked each other in the eye while masturbating together, and shortly after I squirted, he blew a load all over the floor, shooting it so far that some of it even hit my dress.

After a moment of panting and catching my breath, I said with a smirk, “Not bad for the first lesson, but we still have a lot to learn.”

*****

New Part…

At this point, my friend and I had been having a sub/domme relationship for over three months.

He would jerk off in front of me when I wanted entertainment, or eat my pussy when I felt like sitting on his face. He got so much practice and instruction from me that he became a master at it.

I still had zero interest in actually fucking him and had not touched his dick even once. I just loved the attention and being worshipped. It was a mutually beneficial relationship, as he loved being humiliated. I was also the first woman who had done anything sexual with him since he lost his virginity years ago.

His little dick gradually became my property. Every time he wanted to jerk off, he would text me, asking for permission. When he would jerk off in front of me, I would share stories of how other guys are fucking me and how well-endowed they are. It was a guaranteed way to make him cum prematurely.

Over time, we had formed a straightforward ritual. I’d text him a tongue emoji, and he would come over and follow my commands.

This time, I told him to get completely naked and lie down on the floor. I removed my panties, lifted my skirt, and sat on his face, having the perfect view of his ‘manhood.’

I loved to tease and make him desperate – allowing him to touch his dick only after he was throbbing and leaking precum. Sometimes I would not give permission and just laugh, leaving him with blue balls.

As soon as I sat on his face, he started eating me out. By this point, he had learned how to push all my buttons and what made me cum. I always ended up having multiple orgasms and drenching his face in my juices. This time was no different.

After the fourth orgasm, my inner thighs were twitching, and I was on my fours, not having enough strength to stay upright anymore. While breathing heavily, I told him to slow down.

He started gently kissing around my pussy lips as I was staring directly at his dicklett, it had leaked so much precum that it almost looked like he came.

I don’t know what came over me, but I felt a sudden surge of sympathy and gratefulness. I kept looking at his throbbing dick and biting my lip – picturing how it would feel inside my mouth.

My friend had never received a blowjob in his life (the first girl he had sex with never did that for him). And I just thought to myself: “My god…he’s really earned it”.

I suddenly put my head down and wrapped my lips around the tip. His whole body jolted as he let out a loud, uncontrollable moan.

I twirled my tongue a few times around his head before swallowing his cock whole, with my lips bouncing off his balls on every thrust.

He lasted no longer than 10 seconds before filling up my mouth with one of the most oversized loads I had ever received. I lifted my head and swallowed it with a big gulp.

I got up as he stayed lying on the floor. It looked like he was in nirvana, his face exuding pure ecstasy.

Eventually, he came back down to earth and thanked me for giving him the most intense orgasm of his life.

I felt genuine joy seeing how happy he was. I leaned over, giving his cock one last little kiss, before telling him to get dressed. He left my apartment with a pep in his step.

 

The End.

 

 

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