A Night Alone With My Best Friend - Sex Stories

A Night Alone With My Best Friend

... pants, and strip down to your girly bra and panties. Understand?”

My heart started pounding in a good way, as I nodded in approval, and stood up to remove my boy clothes. I took of my bulky shirt, then let my pants fall to the floor. There are few things that make someone feel as vulnerable as standing in flimsy, shiny girly underwear with their back turned on a man, as you can hear him intensely breathing.

Panties and bra leave every other inch of your body exposed. Girls that wear them like bathing suits and manage to look hot have amazing bodies. I wasn’t fat, but could feel whatever little tummy I had hanging ever so slightly over the waistband of the panties. I had no titties like a woman, but luckily Lola’s bra was somewhat padded. He continued with his directions:

“Good girl, very nice,” he said, “now, I need you to close your eyes, get down on your knees, and turn towards my voice.”

I did as I was told, and got down on my knees, then turned towards Kyle with my eyes closed, and inched towards him, breathing heavily. I could hear him breathing heavier, and could feel him grinning from ear to ear as I inched closer to him. George Michaels, “I Want Your Sex Parts I & II” started playing from the speakers, as if there were a DJ hiding behind a wall, like the goddamn Wizard of Oz. I could barely hear movement on the couch over the music that was pumping, but heard it nonetheless.

In a low and seemingly much more serious tone, Kyle said, “By the time I count ...

... to 10, I need you to have your arms by your side, and your mouth open. Understand, baby?

I smiled and tried to act like I was somewhat hesitant to follow his commands by saying, “You better be good to me, daddy. I am not into this, and am role playing with you for fun, so…”

He laughed and replied, “Of course, silly bitch! This is all in good fun, just me and you, and I’m not into it, either. Have I ever done you wrong, baby? You’re being a good girl, and I would never do you wrong.”

He sweetly patted me on the top of my head twice and told me to relax. He promised we would have fun and I would love it. He then began counting. He would pat my head as he counted, one pat for one, two pats for two, and so on. When he reached 10, I opened my mouth, and dropped my arms to my side as he said to do.

“Now open your eyes, baby,” he said to me, in the sexiest lowest tone I had ever heard come from a man in my life. I did as I was told.

As soon as my eyes opened, he was smiling and holding his rock hard cock right in my face, and softly thumped me again across my nose and lips with it. I was salivating, and rifled his cock into my throat as far as I could. He groaned loudly and moaned sexily, with his entire cock all the way down my throat. I began breathing through my nose, and had my hands wrapped around his torso, gripping his sculpted and meaty ass cheeks, gently pushing him into my face in an effort to literally swallow his entire cock.

“Is this gay?” said Kyle, ...