[MF] Fucking my cheating best friend on her washing machine

"You have to promise me you'll be the good one, because I know I won't be," she told me. I looked deep into her dark brown eyes and told her, "I'll try." We stood around in the garage of her dad's house working off our buzz from the Christmas party we just left by getting a little high. Doesn't sound smart now that I write it out, does it? Well, nothing we did that night was all that smart.

We'd been working together for almost a year at that point. She was the sexy receptionist that every man wanted and I was the dope who'd make up every excuse to stop by 2 or 3 times a day. She took notice, just as I took notice when she'd start wearing low-cut tops and bending over whenever I came by. Her dyed hair draping over them like a red carpet laid out for my eyes. Damn, if only she didn't have a boyfriend!

One thing she didn't have, though, was a car. She was 19, new to the workforce and I was 22, just out of college. We lived in the same neighborhood, so it only made sense that we'd carpool. Each night I'd drive her home and we'd sit in my car talking for hours about all sorts of things - work, life, movies, music, and sex. "He's about the size of my thumb, and it's not very pretty," she admitted. "You're tall and skinny. Guys like that tend to be bigger." What was I going to say to that? No? That would be a lie.

I knew she wanted me. She knew I wanted her. We'd stare into each other's eyes each night, daring the other to make the first move.

Then came that fateful Christmas party. The other girls at work were always judging her and picking on her - probably out of jealousy for all the attention she got from the guys. This night, it reached its peak when they deliberately tried to shut her out of the gift exchange portion of the night. I could see her quietly tearing up, so I made sure to loudly protest and make sure her name was called along with everyone else's. Despite that, she didn't feel welcome around any of the others, only with me, and so we left early.

I drove her around town, looking at all the lights on all the houses, talking about Christmases past and present. At one point, I noticed her stop looking at the lights and start looking at me. "You're cute. Not many guys would want to just drive around looking at lights like this." It was a tradition in my family, and something I always found peace in. After getting a bite to eat, we returned to her place. By this point, her dad was long asleep, so she invited me up to the garage to smoke.

When she came back downstairs, she must have noticed me staring at her. She had changed her shirt to be a loose cut-up Star Wars t-shirt with my red flannel I'd given her days earlier draped over it and her black bra poking out from behind it. Her jeans were tight and showed off her hips and made me think of all the things I wanted to do between them.

"You have to promise me you'll be the good one, because I know I won't be," she told me. I looked deep into her dark brown eyes and told her, "I'll try."

I don't remember much of the conversation we had, but I do remember the moment she said, "I know I shouldn't say this. I know it's only going to cause problems if I say it." I urged her to continue, and promised her I wouldn't take offense. "I think I love you," she said. I nodded politely. I didn't know how to respond. I asked her if she meant it, and she nodded her head.

This story is getting pretty long already with no sex, so you can imagine I'm a bit of a talker. The next part should come as no surprise then if I tell you that I started reminiscing about our entire friendship up to that point. How I saw her for the first time and instantly knew I wanted to get to know her, the time I caught her saying something she could've only known if she'd stalked my Facebook profile, and all the times I'd sat in my car smiling at 3am watching her sing her favorite song.

"I know I shouldn't say this. I know it's only going to cause problems if I say it..." I started. She stopped me.

"Don't say it. If you say it, I won't be able to stop myself," she said.

"I think I love you, too."

Before I knew it, her body was against mine in a deep embrace. I held her there, then held her out so I could look at her again. "I only agreed to come up here because I trust us. We've been so good for all these months, I know that I could get this close..." I leaned in to give her a kiss, held lips just centimeters from hers, then pulled back, "and not do anything."

She held me tight again, but I warned her that she might not like what she feels. "Oh, I felt it the moment I first hugged you. I like feeling it. I like knowing I'm the reason you're so hard."

That's when it got the best of me. My hands drifted down and got two handfuls of her ass. She pulled away in surprise, and I planted a kiss on her unlike any I'd ever had before or since. When we pulled away, she looked back at me and breathed heavy. "Take off your pants."

I don't think I've ever pulled my pants down so fast in my life. I leaned up against the washing machine while she got down on her knees and looked in amazement at what she saw. The last words she said were "I can't believe we're doing this," before taking a deep mouthful of my cock. Every inch of it was covered either by her mouth or her hand at all times. Without even needing to be prompted, she took it all the way in until I felt the tip start sliding against the back of her throat.

I only remember her stopping three times: once because her phone buzzed. It was her boyfriend asking her how the party is going. She turned her phone off and went back to the real party. The second time was when she had to take her own pants off so she could touch herself out of pure excitement. The last time was when I pushed her off. I looked down at her and said, "get up here."

I pulled her up, spun her around, and dropped her on top of the washing machine. I put my fingers down there to feel her and they slid right in. She was dripping all over the top of the machine. A sudden moment of clarity hit me: "I don't have a condom," I said.

"I'm on the pill, daddy" she replied. The words were barely out of her mouth before my cock was sliding into her dripping wet pussy. She let out a loud moan that lasted from the moment the tip hit her lips until the moment my pelvis did. I covered her mouth so as to not wake up her father and her moans turned to squeaks. Still, each stroke pushed the machine back just a little bit, causing a rhythmic thud that echoed through the garage.

I let my hand off her mouth just long enough for her to give me permission to do what I knew she'd been wanting for a long time: "choke me."

It felt like seconds before I could feel her pussy pulsing on my cock. I remember her telling me once that 5 minutes was her sweet spot to cum, but this was much sooner.

In my head, I tore her shirt in half pulling it off of her, but in reality, I helped her lift it over her head to reveal two heaving tits in a black bra. She took it off herself and I finally saw what I'd been staring at all these months. Would you believe me if I said they were the most perfectly shaped round tits you would ever see? Oh, and...

"They're pierced!" I said. She smiled devilishly. What a pleasant surprise. Her tits rippled and bounced with each thrust now and I held them in my hands. I pulled out to get a better angle and make sure each one got all the love and attention my tongue could give them.

"I'm going to cum soon, and I kind of want to cum on them," I admitted.

"Wouldn't you rather fill me up?" she asked.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yessir. I want to feel you cumming inside me."

Well, shit. Can't argue with that. I slowly stuck it back in so that I could savor every inch of her.

"I can't remember the last time I felt myself stretch like this," she said with eyes closed and head thrown back. I gave her slow, deep strokes. My left hand balanced on the machine while my right hand held her face close to mine. I felt her hot breath brush against my face.

"Please cum for me. Please cum for me, daddy. Cum deep inside me. Give it to me." Each phrase took an entire breath to get out and I could tell her voice was getting more high-pitched and desperate each time. Finally...

"I'm cumming," I told her. We held each other tight as our moans filled the room one last time and I filled her pussy for the first time. She says she came again at the same time, and I'll believe her because it makes for a better story, but I honestly barely remember it through the pure rush of the moment.

I held myself against her for what felt like forever, and rested my hand on her chest to feel her heart pounding. When we finally let go, she stood up off the washing machine and we embraced one more time. I grabbed her ass and she grinded against my softening cock, getting whatever remained on it stuck to her belly. When we released, she cleaned it off with her finger and licked it off right in front of me.

We dressed, and she walked me to my car. We shared one last deep hug and a passionate kiss.

The next morning, she texted me one simple message: "You have a large cock."

"It's okay," I said.

"I want it to stretch my pussy out"

"You'll need to be pretty damn wet for it. Hopefully you are."

"Knowing how wet I get for you I will be"

"How wet do you get for me?"

"As wet as you felt last night, moaning without needing to be touched"

"It sounded like you were gonna cum just sitting there"

"It felt like it, I felt so aroused just sitting there thinking of your cock pounding my pussy"

"Well now you've had it so it should be easier to imagine"

"Exactly and it gets me so horny just thinking about feeling it against me... or in my mouth... or in my pussy"

Then on Monday, near the end of work:

"I got so horny thinking about your cock today I was moaning while sitting there"

"What were you thinking about it?"

"You inside me"

"You didn't seem like you were that interested today"

"I was but lack of sleep and the fact that I have to be a good girl"

"But you're such a bad girl"

"For you yes, I need you to slap my ass and stuff your cock in my pussy"

That's it. I went to her desk. "You're coming with me tonight," I said, then walked back to my station.

That night, I did have the chance to finally cum on her tits like I wanted. The night after, she swallowed every drop.

The night after that, her boyfriend found out.

The night after that, I filled her pussy again. And the next night. And the night after that.

So everyone, I'm just here to say: when that sexy big-titted red-headed coworker with a boyfriend asks you to carpool, you say yes. Do the slutty thing. It might just end up giving you the best damn night of your life.

We don't talk much anymore, but every now and then one of us will text us one short message: "remember the garage?" It's been seven years but it doesn't matter where we are in life, we still agree that was the best night ever and we still think about it regularly, as evidenced by this story. She has a boyfriend right now, which makes me wonder... should I send this story to her after I post it, or hope she stumbles on it all on her own? Maybe let history repeat itself?