Her Friend, Our Secret

This wasn’t how I imagined this playing out. I chose to confront Lexi when Jessica was at work. Knowing she would defend her childhood friend with unwavering loyalty. This had to be done; however, I wasn’t prepared for the madness that would be its aftermath.

“This is fucking ridiculous, Lex! I knew letting you live here was a risk. I didn’t even want to, but some strange feeling told me it was the right thing to do!” I roar, uncaring if the neighbors heard the commotion I was starting. Alexa, better known as Lexi, was my wife’s childhood best friend. They were, as they often proclaimed, Ride-or-Die. Even when they would have massive blow-ups, each proclaiming that they were finished with the other, somehow always find their way back into each other's lives.

It had been nearly a month since the pale, bleach-blonde gremlin had maneuvered her way back into our lives, and was already wreaking havoc! Her latest offense was nearly getting her and my wife arrested for grand larceny. When my wife admitted what had happened, tears and apologies flowing from her like a broken dam, I had had enough! My rage was made all the worse by Lex’s evident apathy toward the events that had occurred. The same apathy she was displaying now.

“Nobody asked you to play the hero and let me stay here! I didn’t come to you begging for a handout”, she retorted. She sat glaring at me. Her usual defiance whenever confronted with authority on full display.

“No. You just came to our front door for an apology and a cigarette”, my sarcasm on full display. “ For Christ’s sake, Lex, you were homeless! Living out of your beat-up Lexus after Tommy kicked you out for being a junkie! You had nowhere to go! You aren’t even allowed to see your kid. Saying you were on a straight path to Hell would be an understatement.” I paused only enough to let my words sink into her hard-headed skull, “ And, what do I do when provided with this information? I offer you a place to sleep. Moving my entire workspace into my room so you can have a fresh start, to turn your life around. And this is how you thank me? By getting fired from your job, going on a stealing spree, and nearly getting my wife arrested?”

“We didn’t get arrested, though. They never pressed charges!”

“The fact that is your only response shows how ignorant you are! You weren’t even lucky. If I hadn’t spoken with the store owner, and if he didn’t have a bleeding heart for charity cases, you both would have been arrested. And who would have bailed you out? Not Tommy. He wants nothing to do with you.”

“Who the fuck are you calling a charity case?” she shouted, rising from the couch to get in my face.

I don’t back down an inch. I stood there, my glare cold and filled with pity as I looked down on this freckled-faced, disobedient, half-naked loudmouth who believed her olive green eyes could spark even the slightest fear in me. I leaned in closer, bringing my face mere inches from hers. She must have felt the frost in my scowl, because my unwavering stare caused her own to drop for a moment, “I am calling you, Alexa, a charity case. Because that’s all you are. Nothing more than someone else's problem. You are nothing more than a nuisance. You’re a shit friend, unfaithful partner, failure of a mother. You do nothing but strut about the house all day in nothing more than a tank top and boy shorts, doing fuck all but watching Netflix, gossiping, and maybe washing a dish or two. The latter may be the only contribution you provide.”

The venom flooded from my lips, making Lexi take a step back, but I didn’t stop there. I wanted her to feel my wrath. She needed a reality check, and if I had to be the monster that gave it to her, then so be it.

“And worst of all, you’re ungrateful! I not only gave you a place to live, somewhere you could be safe, but I’ve also fed you, given you money for new clothes, and helped you get a job, which you lost. I’ve provided you with every luxury a husband would give his wife! And what do I receive in return? Nothing but fucking problems and messes to clean up! My own wife can get away with that shit. She cooks for me, listens to my problems, has a job, hell, she fucks me!” I was losing myself in my rage. The tension in the room was boiling over and spewing from my lips in a tirade of obscenities. “The worst part about it all, Lex, is I asked nothing from you in return. Not for money, not for gifts, just that you get back on your feet and attempt, merely attempt to become the person I know you can be. And you couldn’t even do that properly.”

My last words struck her like a branding iron to the chest. I don’t think in all the years I’ve known her, I’ve seen Lexi so enraged. She was trembling fiercely. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at me, eyes wide with an expression I simply took as pure hatred. I expect her to storm out, to curse my name as she hopped into that trash can she called a car, and speed off into the distance. What she actually did took me by surprise.

Lexi lunged at me! The sudden shock of her action caught me completely off guard. She slammed into me, leaping on top of me like a crazed ape! She was a curvier girl, and had I been prepared, I would have had no problem catching her or even fending her off. She struck at me, her fists slamming down to pummel my face into the ground as she roared in tears. I defended my face as much as I could, using my arms as a shield as she wailed her sorrows at me. It wasn’t long before the opportunity to get the upper hand presented itself. She sat back, raising her hands in the air for what looked like one final, double-fisted swing to break my guard. In that moment, I launched forward, locking my fingers behind her neck! I intended that when she swung, I would meet her blow with a head, but straight to her nose. But instead of committing to the attack I had anticipated, Lexi did something I would never in a thousand years have dreamed.

As my fingers locked around her neck, Lexi dropped her hands to my chest, gripping my shirt in her hand, and pulled herself to my face, where her lips smashed into my own! I was dumbfounded, shocked, and confused, paralyzing my body completely. Lexi, however, was not confused. Her lips pressed into mine with a feverish aggression, her tongue working its way past my lips to wrestle with my own. The hands that had been attempting to beat me bloody earlier were now caressing my face, stroking it as their owner rubbed her body against me with a need desperate enough to make her risk it all.

Lexi broke from the kiss, sitting up to grip the hem of her tank top, beginning to lift it over her. The spell momentarily broken, I finally regained my voice, “What the Hell are you doing?” My bark did nothing to halt her actions. My eyes widened as I watched her plump, veiny breast flop from the confines of the thin pick material to slap audibly against the upper part of her abdomen. Lexi smirked, seeing in my expression. She had my attention and reveled in the knowledge that this was the mere appetizer for what she had in store.

“You’re right. I am nothing but trouble. I don’t know why, but I can't help myself. I’m shit at making good life choices. You did let me into your home, gave me a place to sleep, treated me like a second wife, and asked for nothing. And I hate you for that.” Her words were steady and measured, as if this calm had replaced the rage-filled maniac from earlier, a calculated creature who now stood, slowly removing her shorts, making sure my eyes followed her every movement.

“ I hate how good you are. How driven, how self-assured. I hate that you never let yourself be weak, be broken. You act like you know everything and that you’re the poster boy for the moral high ground. I hate you’re so good to Jess! That you work like a dog to give her whatever she asks for. I hate that you're disciplined and suck the fun out of every bad decision!”

She had returned to straddle me, her bare entrance rubbing against my erection, only separated by my charcoal grey sweats. She rocked back and forth, teasing her left nipple with her fingers as she continued her cold monologue, “I hate you for being so good, too good! I’m tired of being the fuck up you pity and look down on. You’re no fucking saint! I’ve seen the way you look at me. You think I don't catch your eyes wandering, watching my boobs bounce as I walk through the house, my ass jiggle when I adjust my shorts. Jess always said you had a thing for big girls. Two years ago, you wouldn’t have given me a passing glance. You had me, a homeless recovering junkie, desperate and thick in all the places you like… and did nothing with it. Not even a hint! No spying on me as I shower, or suggestive comments at my obvious smuttiness. No, you had to remain the hero.”

She barked out a laugh, one bereft of humor, “Fuck that! Your wife fucks you, that’s why you treat her like you do. Well then, baby, I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked in all your life! When I’m done with you, you’re going to be sneaking out of her bed, begging me to let you lick my pussy…” She leered as she slapped the top of her slit. “Then, you’ll be just like the rest of us, fucked up and imperfect.”

My mind was wracked with conflict. My logical center was overloaded with what she was telling me. Battling my primal instincts to give in to her offer. I watched frozen as she pulled down my pants just enough to free my throbbing cock from its confines. There was an audible “pop” as it slapped against the edge of her stomach. She purred, her eyes shining with malicious hunger.

“Hmm…looks like you’re not as noble as you pretend”, she leered, taking my shaft in her hands, the coolness of them making it twitch in her grip, “I had no idea you were packing something this thick.”

“Lex… wait…you do…”, I struggle to say, unsure of my own desires. I wasn’t used to this dynamic. I felt vulnerable, powerless in her grip. And, terrifyingly, a part of myself craved it.

“I don’t… what? Have to do this?” She laughed at my evident helplessness. “That’s the funny thing, I know I don’t have to, I want to! And stop pretending like you don’t!” She rubbed my head along her folds, coating my tip in her warm juices.

“You could have stopped me at any point. But you want this ‘pitty-pussy’, don’t you? You want to hear the sounds I make as I ride you? You want my trashy slut pussy, don't try to deny it now.” Her words were breathy now. She was basking in her control of me. She lowered herself onto my shaft. A gasp escaped from her, her walls stretching further than they were used to as she struggled to encompass me. “Fuck”, she yelped as she rose, not yet ready to take my full length. She leaned forward, hands bracing my chest as she rocked back and forth. Attempting to work the rest inside her. Her moans came in small, sultry exhales coupled with various profanities as she forced more of me inside her. Her heavy mounds bounced with her motion, locking me in this perverse trance of Lex’s insanity. In that suspended state, something dark awoke in me.

My hands clamped down on the curves of her hips, forcing her down to the base of my cock! The action forced a heavy exhale from Lex’s lips. Each time she attempted to rise, I would force her back down, bucking up as I did. Forcing my dick to the gates of her womb. Not satisfied, I thrusted hard enough to bring her to her elbows. My hands grip the curve of her ass as I speared into her pussy with a rage I've never felt before.

Lex’s cries came out broken and shaky, confused at how the tables had turned on her so quickly, “ W-wh…Oh…Ah…st-sto…Fuck.”

She tries to push off my chest, attempting to gain some semblance of control. The beast she unleashed in me was having none of it. My hand shot to her head, gripping a fistful of it before pulling hard enough to make her rise till her chest was in full view once more. I latch onto her left nipple, rolling it between my teeth. She attempts to push me off, but her body betrays her. When I tug on the nipple locked between my lips, the hand that was meant to push me away wraps behind my head, pulling me into her as I begin to suck greedily.

My tongue is greeted with a spurt of liquid. Its creamy, unusual tang makes me addicted instantly. I suck harder, attempting to drain her of her milk.

“O-oh…fuck! That feels…yes. Harder! Harder!” she shrieks, her legs quivering as a warm gush splatters my pelvis. The sensation of her squirt mixed with the hypnotic taste of her milk only served to push me deeper into the depraved realm of my soul.

I rolled her off me. My hand was still firmly entrenched in her hair. I pull her to her knees, slapping her hard, the sound echoing in the empty house, before taking a hold of her throat with the same hand. She stares wide-eyed at me. Her expression was a mixture of fear, delirium, and lust. “Open your mouth”, my command was a growl that brooked no argument. When she hesitated, I squeezed on her airway. The lack of oxygen made her gasp in an attempt to breathe. I shoved my cock into her open maw, grinning as she gagged and coughed. I didn't need to see my reflection to know of the glint in my eyes as I pulled myself from her throat, spittle dripping from her lips as her eyes began to well with tears.

“You're not done”, I stated with a predatory tone. With that simple command, I had robbed her of any power she once had. When she took me in her mouth again, it was not as captive fighting to free themselves from torment. No. She gazed up at me with a look of pure supplication, her hand stroking me as she bore her lips around my tip and began to suck. She took her time. Sliding me in and out, easing herself down my length. As enjoyable as it was, the monster she freed was not satisfied. I forced the entirety of my cock down her throat, thrusting in and out as if I’d meant to shove it through the back of her head. Lexi’s gags melded with guttural moans as her nails dragged along my thighs. I stopped my drilling of her throat, letting myself rest inside her before pulling it out, finally freeing her airway. A deranged giggle followed her gasp for air.

“You like being used, don't you?” I ask as I cup her chin, allowing our shared gaze of hunger to meet.

“Yes, yes!” Lexi agrees, shaking her head furiously. “ I’m sorry for hitting you, Daddy! I won't do it again, just don't stop, please!”

“Daddy? That is a new one”, I thought as I looked upon the cock-slut I had reduced Lexi to.

“Get up”, I ordered her with a chill that only made her burn hotter. Lexi scrambled up from the floor, pressing her body against mine, letting her hands explore. I grabbed her by the arm and led her to the bar. I aggressively forced her down against the bar before shoving my throbbing staff back inside her wetness.

“Oooh m-my..f-fu-cking God!” She howled as I pistoned into her with little remorse. “Ah… fuck… yes, Daddy! Fuck that slut-hole! Yes…ah…fuck, that's so g-good!” She groaned, her legs shaking as her juices trickled to the floor.

My grunts are those of a wild beast as I drill into her again and again, fighting off the building pressure in my balls. I slow only a moment to hook her right leg on the crook of my elbow so I could venture deeper inside her. Lexi looks back at me, strands of her short hair sticking to her face; her expression is one of perverse exhaustion. Yet, she does not beg me to stop. With ragged breath, she pleads for me to go deeper, harder; she wants me to use her till there’s nothing left.

As I slam into her once again, I feel the warm gush of her orgasm cover my pelvis as it leaks from her. The sensation was threatening to push me off the precipice. I begin to slow down when Lexi reaches back, gripping my shirt. She locks eyes with me briefly, her struggle to maintain her gaze made all the more difficult with each stroke, “Don't you dare pull out! Fill me! Make me yours! I- I want y-your cum leaking out o..oh..of my used pussy.”

And with those words, she ordered my end.

I pistoned into her like a jackhammer, resolving to spill every last drop of this beast inside her. I felt her whole body quake as I erupted inside her. My cock was twitching as thick ropes of my seed were pushed inside her. Her own orgasm was so powerful that some of our combined fluids were spurted onto my pelvis. As I pulled out of her, Lex slid from the bar to collapse at my knees. Without bidding, she lethargically took me into her mouth. The warm, slow, deliberate suction made my legs buckle.

“Wh-what have I done?” The post-nut clarity, finally setting in, and the stark realization of the grave mistake I just made now became more than evident to me.

Lexi giggled, running her fingers along her soiled cunt, bringing her heavily glazed fingers to her lips before sucking them clean.

“Oh m…oh my god! What have I done?” I say, collapsing to the couch. My mind is fighting to wrap itself around what just occurred.

Lexi crawled to me, her expression something completely unexpected.

“Shh…shh… It’s ok”, she coos, climbing atop me as she caresses my head like an injured child, “It’s ok, baby.”

I attempted to speak, but my voice was stolen as sobs rose in my throat.

“No, no its ok. Nothing happened. This will be our secret”, Lexi purred soothingly.

“Ou..Our.”

“Yes. Exactly! Jess will never know. I’ll keep quiet, just for you, Daddy. All you have to do is make sure that the next time she’s not around, you discipline me like the little whore I am. It’s a win-win. You get your wife, and your little cock-slut, Jess, get her happy home, and I well…” She broke off as she began to grind against my already hardening member. My tip sliding into her with ease once more.

I opened my mouth to protest, but was silenced when Lexi placed her lips against mine. She moaned hungrily as our tongues moved in rhythm with her hips. She broke the kiss as she began to ride me with more vigor, “Don’t argue, Daddy, that’s my job. Now put my tits in your mouth like a good boy and fill this slutty pussy again before she gets home.”

I know what you’re thinking. I thought the same. Multiple times. Even now, as I watch Lexi’s head bob up and down. Listening to her struggle to keep quiet as she slurps my cock. It’s taking everything in both of us not to wake Jess, who’s asleep right next to me. Yes, even now, I have moments where I question what is going on. But, fortunately for both of you, and, more importantly, me, my tale does not end there.