“What Are Friends for?”

    The tires of my car crunch on the ice under the clear winter
night sky as I park my car next to yours.  I put my hand on the
hood of your car.  It is still quite hot and I can feel the
warmth through my gloved hand.  I smile knowingly and make my way
to the door.  I let myself in carrying my special present for you
in my left hand.

    I can hear you in the bedroom.  I look down the hall and you
have left the door ajar.  The full length mirror you placed in
the hallway so you could get dressed while I was in the bathroom
gives me a view of you through the door.  You are hurriedly
taking off your clothes and I make sure that I close the door
loudly before saying.  “I’m back!”

    You almost stumble trying to tear those tight jeans off you
and I can see that you are trying to take off your clothes in a
big hurry.  “Oh,” you let out, “I wasn’t expecting you so soon. 
I am going to take a quick shower, why don’t you fix us some
drinks?”  I grin thinking that you may want to wait before you
take that shower.  “Sure,” I say without moving as I keep
watching you through the mirror.  You finish taking of your jeans
and top, and stuff them at the bottom of the pile of dirty
laundry before running off to the bathroom.

    I make my way into the bedroom, take off all my clothes and
slip into a nice, warm robe.  I quickly rummage through the pile
of laundry and find your jeans.  Just as I expected they have
quite a stain on them.  I take them with me to the living room
and place them underneath the sofa cushion for later.  I pop my
little present in the VCR and go over to make some drinks.  You
are definitely going to need a stiff one for this, so I shake us
up two vodka martinis placing one on each of the tables beside
the sofa.  I turn on the TV and queue up the tape to the juicy
part as I take a slow sip of the martini.

    I reach in between the folds of the robe and stroke myself in
anticipation, but stop as I hear the whine of the blow dryer come
to an end.  I stop the tape and rewind it back to where I want it
before you come into the room, wearing only a bathrobe and fixing
your hair.

    “Hi honey.  What a pleasant surprise.  I made myself nice and
clean for you,” you tell me as you snuggle up to me.  You take
the martini, take a sip, and make a face.  “Whoa, this is
strong,” you say as you put it down.  You notice that the TV is
on and tell me, “Could we not watch today? I want to show you how
much I missed you.”

    “Oh I am sure you do,” I tell you, “but this is a really good
movie and you have got to watch it.”

    “Why?” you ask.  “You will see,” I say as I slide my hand up
the back of your neck into your hair, slowly caressing the back
of your head as I press the play button.

    The TV displays a blank green screen and then the view of a
road from inside a moving car.  The colors are of a greenish hue
reminiscent of war footage.  “What’s this?  A rerun of cops?” you
ask me.

    “No it’s something a buddy of mine filmed, but it’s really
good.” I tell you as I sip from the martini.

    “Hmm… I am not convinced,” you tell me as you drink from the
glass.

    “Just watch,” I say stroking the back of your head.

    The car stops for a second and picks up a passenger.  The
camera switches angles and we can now see the passenger’s seat.
It’s a man wearing jeans.  “Hi, what’s your name?” a strangely
familiar voice asks.  “I’m Greg,” the man says.  You stop mid sip
and your eyes widen, and I pause the tape.  My hand has stopped
stroking your head, and I grab a handful of your hair to make
sure that you do not move.

    “Where did you get this?” you ask me in a frightened voice. 
I smile at you as I take another sip from my martini.

    “I told you a buddy of mine filmed this.  It is riveting,
don’t you think?” I ask.

    “Joe, I can explain…” you start to tell me.

    “Actually, you don’t need to,” I say, as I cut you off and I
pull on your hair to make my point, “but you are going to sit
here and watch the movie to the end.  It’s very short, as you
well know.”

    You squirm in your seat a bit as I rewind the tape a bit and
press play once more.  “I’m Greg,” the man says, “and you are…?”
You squirm some more as you hear the tape repeat the words that
just a few minutes ago you were telling Greg, “I’m horny.”  Your
hand slides along Greg’s jeans and rubs his crotch as the car
parks on an empty stretch of road.

    I pause the tape and slide up very close to you and whisper
in your ear, “So are you? Horny, that is?”  I pull a little
harder on your hair.

    “No, Joe, you know me.  I’m a nice girl.  This is just
someone that looks like me,” you tell me.

    “I don’t think so,” I reply, “that is not someone else, and
you are not a nice girl at all.  What you are, is a horny, little
bitch.”

    “Let’s see what my horny little bitch has been up to while I
was away,” I tell you while I press play again.

    Greg leans over and the view switches to another camera with
a wider angle that allows a view of the both front seats.  His
hands are inside your top, looking to get warm with your hot
breasts, no doubt.  You are leaning into each other and your
hands are fumbling with Greg’s jeans.  You finally get his cock
free from his jeans and underwear and start stroking it up and
down.

    I pause the tape, and whisper into your ear, “How did it feel
you horny little bitch?  Did you like the feeling of Greg’s hard
cock in your hands?” I ask you.  You say nothing so I pull on
your hair, “Answer me!” I command you firmly.

    “No, Joe, really, I don’t know what came over me,” you plead.


    “You don’t know what came over you?” I say in disbelief,
“Really?”

    “Open your legs, you bitch!” I command as I pull on your hair
some more.  You uncross your legs and I slide my hand down into
your pussy.  My fingers rub the top of your clit before dipping
into you.  I pull out my fingers drenched with your juices and
wave them in front of your face.

    “This is what came over you, you horny bitch.  Your hot cunt
got the best of you.” I tell you.  I dip my fingers into the
martini and swirl them around before putting them in my mouth. 
The salty taste of your pussy mixes with the martini better than
any olive.  I gently suck on my fingers before letting them out.


    “Or maybe,” I say as I dip my fingers once more into the
martini.  “Maybe it was this!” I say as I slide my martini wet
fingers into the top of your robe and find your nipples.  You
shiver as the cold martini liquid touches your sensitive nipple.
I slide my finger around your areola before grabbing your nipple
and pinching it.  I pull your tit out from your robe by the
nipple and you squirm as I pinch it hard.

    “Maybe it was your hot tits that required some attention?” I
say as I let go of your left nipple and pull on your right nipple
to free your other breast from the robe’s confinement.  Both of
your nipples are now hard and I pinch on your left nipple as I
say, “So which was it you bitch?”

    “Joe,” you plead “really, something came over me.  I just
don’t know what to say…”

    I move my mouth close to your ear, my lips grazing your
earlobes as I tell you “Oh, I think you were the horny little
bitch you have always been.”

    “Did you like having the hands of some strange man you picked
on the side of the road on your big tits, pressing into you?” I
ask as I pull on your nipple.  You do not answer me so I twist
your nipple.

    “Yes!” you confess, “I liked it.”

    I lick your ear lobe before telling you, “Good.  I see we are
getting to understand each other here.  Now you are acting like
the true whore you are.”  I gently tug on your nipple as I
whisper in your ear, “Tell me that you liked feeling his hot
hands on your titties.  That it made you feel like the cheap
whore you are.”

    “Yes,” you agree with me, “I love feeling like a cheap whore
and having strange men grope my titties.”

    “You are a whore, but at least you know your place,” I say,
“Maybe I should give you a little reward for good behavior.”

    “Give me your drink,” I command you.  You can barely reach
the martini glass on the table as my hand grips your hair
tightly.  You grab the glass by its stem and hand it to me.  I
take a long sip, but do not swallow.  I pull you by the hair to
me and press my lips to yours.  My tongue slides in between our
lips, opening your mouth, and I push the martini into your mouth.
 You swallow the mix of my saliva with the martini and I break
the kiss sucking hard on your lower lip before letting go.

    “Now let’s see what else you were up to today,” I say as I
press play on the remote control.  Greg’s mouth is sucking on
your tits and your right arm is wrapped around his head as you
press him to you.  Your left hand is busily pumping away at
Greg’s dick.  The scene switches cameras back to a view of Greg’s
seat.  The camera focuses on your hand pumping up and down his
cock.  The pre-cum oozing out of Greg’s cock makes his cock-head
glisten in the light.

    “It looks like he was enjoying your touch.  I always thought
you were right handed, but you seem pretty skilled with your left
hand.  You must have jacked of a lot of boys back when you were
in high school, you cheap whore.  Is that where you got your
practice?” I ask you.  You don’t answer me but squirm a little
more in place gyrating your hips a bit.

    “I see that my whore is still horny,” I whisper once more in
your ear.

    “Does it make you hot to see your horny hand on Greg’s cock?
I think I need to find out what that feels like,” I tell you.

    “Jack me off you whore,” I order you as I open my robe up. 
You reach over with your hand and start eagerly pumping my cock.
Your hand feels cold on my cock, but it quickly warms up as you
grab my shaft and pump it up and down.

    “That’s it you bitch, pump me like you would any of your
customers,” I whisper in your ear.

    “Does it make you hot to pump me while you watch yourself in
the screen with Greg?” I ask you.

    “Yes,” you whisper.

    “You are a horny bitch.” I say as I pull hard on your nipple.

    I watch the your screen hand pumping Greg’s cock as you pump
me, all of a sudden Greg tenses up and shoots.  His sperm arcs
over your hand and splatters your jeans.  I stop the tape and
pull out the jeans from under the couch while you continue to
pump my swollen cock.

    “So, you little whore, you let him shoot all over your jeans.
 Tell me something.  Why didn’t you just suck him off and avoid
making this mess?” I ask you as I wave the jeans in front of you.
 Your face looks startled, but your hand is now pumping me
faster.

    “You know I don’t do those things, Joe, I am a nice girl. 
Nice girls don’t put men’s things in their mouth,” you answer me.


    I nibble a bit more in your ear as I pull on your hair before
I whisper in your ear, “You’re not a nice girl remember.  You are
a horny bitch in heat.  Say it!” I whisper in commanding tone.

    “I am a horny bitch in heat,” you repeat.

    “Good.”  I say “and horny bitches in heat suck cock.”

    “So why didn’t you?” I ask again.

    “I wouldn’t know how.  I have never done it,” you tell me.

    “Hmm… Maybe you have never done it before, but I am quite
sure that a horny bitch in heat like you would surely know what
to do,” I reply.  Your hand is now pumping my cock even faster so
I know that the idea of a cock inside your hot little mouth
excites you.  I slide my hands down into your pussy and you spasm
as I rub your clit.

    “I think you may need some lessons, though,” I say as I slide
my finger in and out of your wet pussy.  I bring my finger out
once more and dip into the martini before bringing it to your
mouth and pressing it to your lips.

    “Suck it!” I tell you as I press my finger to your lips.  You
part your lips and I push my finger in your mouth.  I feel your
mouth pull on my finger as you suck hard on me.  Your hand is
jerking me off in time to your pulls on my finger.

    “Well it looks like you at least know how to suck, but to
make you into a good little cock sucker, you are going to know
more than just sucking.  You need to know how to use your whole
mouth.” I tell you as pull out my finger from you.

    I keep my hold on your hair as I get up and undo my robe with
my left hand.  Your hand is still on my cock pumping away as I
stand in front of you my cock pointing straight at you.  I grab
your hair with my left hand so that I may get out of the robe. 
You get a worried look on your face as my cock points at you, but
your hand is pumping me even faster.

    “Let go of my cock you horny bitch,” I say.  You let go of my
cock and put your hand down next to your lap.

    “That’s a good, obedient bitch,” I say, “and you are now
going to get your reward.”  I lean back to get martini glass from
the table in front of the sofa making sure to push my hips
towards you as I reach for the glass.  My hard cock waves right
above your face and my swollen head brushes your nose as I bring
the glass up to my mouth and fill it with liquor.  I lean over
and press my lips to yours, parting them with my tongue and
squirting the martini into your mouth.  You swallow hard.

    “Get up bitch, time to teach you how to suck cock!” I say as
I yank you up by your hair.  Your robe falls off you, and your
body looks flushed.  I am not sure if this is from the alcohol or
the excitement.

    “Kneel bitch,” I tell you as pull you down.  You obediently
kneel in front of me, my cock bobbing just a few licks away from
you.  I pull you to me, pressing my hard cock against you.  The
swollen head of my cock rubs against your eyebrow and the smell
of my cock fills your nose as I pull my cock down your face.  The
soft skin of my head rubs against you as I glide my cock over
your upper lip, tracing the contours of your mouth.

    “Hmm… you don’t deserve to suck my cock just yet.  You need
to prove to me that you know how to use that hot little mouth of
yours first.” I say as I move my cock away and turn around.  I
turn around and look back down at you.  Your face is now a breath
away from the two globes of my ass.  You look up at me
questioningly.

    “Bite me!” I say as I pull your face towards my ass cheek.  I
press your mouth to me and grab my cock in my other hand.  I feel
the warmth of your mouth as you graze my butt with your teeth. 
The sight of your hot little mouth pressed against my ass is
making me harder and I pump my cock a little quicker.  You do not
need my direction, and I watch you nibble at my butt.  The
sensation of your wet hard teeth on my skin mingles with that of
your soft moist lips as you worship my ass.

    “Good bitch” I say pulling you from me.

    “You are a fast learner, but now let’s work on your tongue a
bit.  Stick it out!” I say.  You stick out your tongue and I
press you towards me once more, guiding your face over the
contours of my ass before ending at the top of my crack.

    “Put your hands on my cheeks and spread them.” I tell you. 
You hesitate a moment but move quickly when I give your hair a
quick yank.  Your hands feel cold on my ass.  You spread my
cheeks exposing my crack and asshole, and I pull you to me.  My
cock gives an extra throb as I feel the soft wetness of your
tongue on my crack.  I keep pumping myself and push my ass
towards you sliding it up and down.  Your tongue slides down my
crack, over my asshole and over my prostate.

    I press your face hard against me and say, “Ok bitch, suck
it.”  You begin to suck on my skin and lick it with your tongue
and my cock gets even harder.  I press myself to you and slide
down guiding your mouth to my asshole.

    “Lick me bitch.  Before you can suck cock, you need to learn
how to kiss ass” I say as I pulling you tight to my ass.  Your
wet tongue swirls around my asshole and you begin to lick it in
earnest.  It is getting harder to fist my cock properly as the
pre-cum that your tongue and my fist are pumping out of it makes
things very slippery.  I peel your face off me as I pull on your
hair, and turn around hard cock in hand.

    “It looks like you really know how to use your tongue just
like a horny little bitch.  You’ve been a good bitch and now it’s
time for your reward again.  Have a sip of the martini, bitch.” I
tell you.  You grab the stem of the glass and lift it.

    I pull a bit on your hair and say “Stop” right as you are
about to bring the glass to your lips.  I bend at the knees and
dip my balls into the martini.  The cold liquor makes my balls
tighten and helps delay my building orgasm.

    “Lick my balls, bitch.  Let’s see that tongue of yours work.”
 You begin to lick the martini off my balls your tongue sliding
over the taut skin of my balls, warming them up.  I pull you back
from me and dip my balls in the martini once more.

    “Open your mouth” I tell you.  You open it a little bit.

    “Open it all the way, bitch.” I say as I pull on your hair. 
You open it wide and I place my balls inside you.  The warmth of
your mouth contrasts with the cold of the martini.  I can tell
you are getting really horny.  You no longer need direction as
you close your mouth around my balls and begin to eagerly tongue
them.  You begin to suck on one of them and I pull out of you as
I feel that myself getting too close to coming.

    “I think you are ready bitch.  Stick out your tongue.” I tell
you.  You stick your tongue out and I rub the head of my cock on
the tip of your tongue, the salty taste of my pre-cum mixing with
the martini.  Your tongue feels really good on the soft skin
under my head.  I know I do not have much time so I jam myself
all the way into you.  You almost gag as I slide the whole of my
cock into your mouth, but relax instinctively.

    “Oh yeah, you know what to do, don’t you?” I say as I grab
your head with both my hands and begin fucking your face fast.  I
stop for a second, close to coming, enjoying the feel of your
mouth around my throbbing hardness.  I feel myself swelling and
my balls tightening and I fuck your mouth faster.  I press your
face to me, clenching my butt as I feel my sperm spurt out into
your mouth.  I slowly pull out of you and grab your martini
glass.  I wash my cock in your drink, your drool and my sperm
mingling with the vodka.  I press my cock into your mouth.  Your
tongue greedily presses against my member, lapping it clean.  I
pull out once more, and press your glass to your mouth.

    “You should finish this.”  I say as I make you drink the
mixture of drool, sperm and vodka.  You finish it in one gulp.
Gasping for air and I pull you up and sit you back on the couch.

    “You are such a horny bitch, but a good bitch.” I say as I
sit next to you, my left hand still holding on to your hair.

    “I think I am going to enjoy watching you come.” I whisper
into your ear as I slide my hand down your belly and over your
pussy.  My finger slides inside of you.  You are drenched and
very hot.  I rub your pussy juices slowly over your very hard
clit and bite on your nipples.

    “Joe… How did you get that tape?” you venture in between
panting breaths.

    You gyrate your hips once more and I can see your body
tightening announcing that your orgasm is approaching.  I pull
hard on your nipple with my teeth before letting go and answering
your question.

    “Well, you horny bitch,” I explain, “Greg, your co-star in
the video tape, and I were in the same company back in my army
days.  When I told him that I suspected you were cheating on me,
he helped me rig the car with cameras.”  I rub your slippery clit
a little faster with my finger and then slide it up your clit
before going down and into your pussy.

    “He was a little upset when you did not give him a blow job
and dumped him out in the middle of nowhere tonight right after
he spurted all over your jeans.” I continue as I pull my finger
out of you and begin rubbing your clit faster.

    “But he felt a little better when I told him that I would
teach you how to suck cock so that when he comes over tomorrow
you will give him a proper blow job while I fuck your virgin
asshole.” I finish as I press hard on your clit.  Your body
shakes and I press my mouth hard into yours, my deep kiss
drowning out the screams of your orgasm.