My Girlfriend's Friend Comes to Visit: Part 1 - She Forced Me to Masturbate to Her

Hey everyone, if you have been tagging along with my and Kelly's sex/relationship life, these next three stories are about her and her friend Leigh, who I met officially at the beach house story. For a TL;DR: Leigh is one of Kelly's best friends from college, former cheer teammates, being a base, so she is taller and more built physically than Kelly, but more like "regular athlete built" than visible muscle tone. Leigh is also the only one of their friend group who is single. While on the trip, where the clothing requirements were very laissez-faire, she opted to wear a very revealing bathrobe when just sitting around that revealed everything and nothing at the same time. Now you know Leigh.

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Now, these stories are the closest to have been in real time to telling. All this just occurred over the weekend. The events that transpired were...insane, to say the least. My mind is still trying to make sense of how it all happened as I am trying to put it into words. I will try and get all three parts to you all as soon as possible.

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So, it turns out Leigh lives fairly close to us, about 90min away, and apparently her and Kelly would go for semi-regular weekend trips to one another. The weekend that just passed was one such visit. Kelly asked if it was okay if we could all stay in my apartment, since it was the bigger of the two. I obliged.

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So Leigh arrives on Friday night, we hang out for a bit, everyone then changes and goes out to dinner and drinks. Casual night, nothing crazy, as we all had a long day of work and Leigh was tired from traveling. We get home, Leigh sets up the couch for herself, and we all go to bed. Kelly and I fuck, because if you have been following along with us, it's what we do. The sex itself was normal for us, basic doggy, getting mesmerized by Kelly's jiggling ass with each thrust, but doing it while Leigh was only a handful feet away from the door on the couch made it hotter. I finish in Kelly, who gives me a clean up blow job, before she scampers to the bathroom to clean herself up and join me in bed.

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Kelly had to be up early Saturday morning for a cheer coaching event. Nothing super major, otherwise it wouldn't have been worth the trip for Leigh, but enough to occupy her morning. She hops into the shower as I walk out to start some coffee. I look over to the couch to see Leigh still asleep, wearing an oversized T shirt. She was sleeping with one leg hiked up high, which caused her shirt to be raise up due to her hip position, letting her whole asscheek hang out in the open. Because of the angle I had in the kitchen, I couldn't see her pussy or asshole, but I could tell she clearly had no underwear on. Not wanting to get caught ogling at my girlfriend's friends bare ass by either Kelly walking out or Leigh waking up, I run back into the bedroom quietly to not wake the latter.

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Kelly and I come out a moment or two after the coffee finishes brewing, and find Leigh sitting up on the couch, finishing a stretch as she had just woken up it seemed. I didn't get any side eye glance or snarky comment from Leigh, so I am guessing she didn't wake up to my eyes examining her ass. We have our coffee, Kel gathers up her stuff and leaves, leaving just me and Leigh. We are sitting in my apartment living room space, Leigh still in her oversized T, that when standing drops to her mid thighs, covering everything important. I was sitting across from her in an arm chair, wearing a dry fit tank and gray shorts. Leigh, clearly a provocative genius, is sitting in such a way that her feet and legs cover all that matter, but is teasing me in a matter that makes me think, "Oh, I know where your eyes are looking." After a couple minutes of small talk, my dick gets the better of me, I ask her randomly, "Hey, so do you not sleep in underwear?" Leigh laughs at the question and says, "no silly, I just don't wear it at all. I really only wear a bra for big work events or a workout, otherwise I am completely bare underneath. Why? Something getting your attention?", her playful tone and demeanor changing in an instance. I try to move on the question, but little did I know she wanted to play, that it was already too late for me.

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She asks again, "Why'd you bring that up just now Anon?". I try and walk it back "Oh, uh, you know, I -", before she cuts me off, "Did you see my bare ass this morning and it got you thinking?"

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"I, uh, no, I didn't see an.." I am fumbling my words hard at this point, giving away that I clearly did. I remember shifting the mug around in my hand trying to distract myself.

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"Okay, mhmm, I get it. So you think I am hot." Leigh declares. Her voice, growing more powerful. I continue to stammer like a child caught taking from the cookie jar.

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"Do you think of me walking around in my little bathrobe? Huh? Would you rather I wear that instead of this unflattering shirt?" Leigh taunts, clearly seeing the her fingers close around me in control. I can't look her in her eyes. My stammers turn to quiet "no's" and mumbles as her interrogation pushes on me.

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"Do you want to see me naked? Do you want to fuck me?" I become defiant, a last push of regaining my composure, with a resounding "No". I swallow hard, trying to prove my point with my eyes finally matching her's again. Leigh however, takes this as a challenge. She smirks, with a playful single chuckle as she does, "Well, I did see your dick back at the beach house. It's only fair you get to see something of mine."

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Confused, I watch Leigh put her cup down on the coffee table separating us, before turning to her right, and moving to position herself to all fours on the couch, giving me a side profile of her whole body. Her left hand moves to the bottom of her shirt and pulls it up over her ass, resting it on the small of her back. "So, is this what you've been wanting to see?" as Leigh gives me a side view of her full left leg from toes to the top of her hips, "Or is it more this?", extending her left leg out straight and pulsing it up like in a pilates or yoga move, flexing her strong quads and calves, her ass becoming firm in front of my eyes, twerking as she raises and lowers her legs. My eyes are wide, unblinking, not understanding what is going on but equally trying to take it all in to get it all the same. My mouth grows dry as I try to swallow hard again. The growing chub in my shorts needs to be quickly adjusted, and I attempt to do it deftly.

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Not deftly enough, as Leigh saw all of it, from his first appearance to the attempted readjustment. The gray shorts betrayed me. And with seeing it, her eyes went wild. She was coming to play, in whatever ploy she was building, and she knew she was pulling me in. Leigh brings her leg back down and repositions herself into a crosslegged seated positions, her heels covering her private area. Her right hand slides down to her pussy as she leaves it there, uncrossing her legs to rest them on the ground. Leigh suddenly, and expertly, slides her hips forward, slouching herself along the couch, and raising her legs up into the air, positioning herself in missionary. Her tits still covered by her shirt, but in this position only her finger widths separate my eyes and her pussy.

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"Take your dick out", Leigh says, calmly but sternly.

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"Leigh, no..." I let out. I am going insane. I feel my heart racing, my brow sweating slightly. This is so wrong, what is happening?? But I am so turned on. This level of tease is expert and the way she was moved her body, the control she has, has been incredibly desirable.

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"Do it, its clearly hurting in there", her eyes locked completely only the bulge so clearly building a tent in my shorts. Dammit, why did I have to wear gray.

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"Leigh, this is wrong, you need to stop." I can't take my eyes away. I swallow again, wishing I could pause and rewind this moment all the same.

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"If it's so wrong, why is your dick so attentive?", Leigh asks, sarcastically puzzled. I stammer, not even getting a coherent answer out.

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"Take it out, let me see it again. I know it's begging to do this...", as Leigh slides her middle finger into her pussy, fingering herself in front of me. She moans, exaggerating her O face, but it doesn't matter. It's driving me wild. I want to plunge my dick deep in that pussy and fill it up.

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I'm losing control, my jaw drops in desire, my hand, without thinking, rubs down the length of my shaft over my shorts. I pull back, but the pre cum is now making a mark in my shorts. Fucking gray. Leigh fingers for a moment longer, then pulls her finger out, still having never showed her holes during all of this, keeping them a mystery. Leigh sits back up. "I get it now, that isn't how you wanted to fuck me," sitting on her knees, "*This* is how you want to fuck me." Leigh kneels up, spins around, leans over the back of the couch, and pulls her shirt up with both hands. No hand to cover anything, Leigh's exposed holes are now only feet away from me. I moved forward in my chair. I subconsciously rub my dick again, grabbing it instead of just rubbing the length. Stop betraying yourself, you dumbass. Leigh, feeling that she has me completely hooked, goes for the kill. She hikes her left leg up on the back of the couch, now spreading her pussy open "Oh yeah, this is exactly what you wanted, isn't it?" I'm full on rubbing my boner over my shorts, just no control of myself, nodding in agreement to this women who has me hypnotized. The pool of pre cum is showing exactly where the top of my head is, as if my hand job wasn't giving it away my length to Leigh.

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"Take your dick out Anon, you'll enjoy this much more." I can't take it anymore, her commands making sense to my sexually controlled mind. I stand up, and drop my shorts down, my completely erect dick snapping back up from the elastic band of my boxers, the head covered in pre cum shine, veins pulsing from anticipation. Leigh stares hard at my cock, eyes glowing. "Get naked.", she commands. I'm at her mercy. "Good, now you can masturbate much easier to my pussy."

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I sit back down and start jerking myself. She begins to tease her ass back and forth before fingering again, excessive but welcomed moaning coming out. I can't believe I am doing this, but she has me completely under her spell.

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"Go back" I mouth out, "What was that?", Leigh says. "Flip back to how you were before", I beg. "Oh so you were playing hard to get, you do like basic missionary. Quite the surprise with you fucking Kelly, but nothing like the classics." She slips back onto her back, pushing her pelvis forward, using one hand to pull one cheek out to spread, the other to finger herself, legs bent and toes pointed down towards her wet holes. What a view. I begin jerking myself faster, squeezing harder. I'm losing control. I say I am going to cum. "Make a mess of yourself", she gives one final command. Powerless, I work my cock a few more strokes, feeling the load build to its most tension to then release, all over my chest, stomach, and leg. I'm exhausted, embarrassed, and humiliated.

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Leigh gets up and walks over, looking down at me. She takes a finger and swipes a drip of cum still spurting out of my dick, and licks it. "Good boy, now don't move, i'll get you something to clean up with." After she does, she says, "I'm gonna go shower now, don't get any bright ideas," as she walks away, taking her shirt off, and leaving it on the ground, revealing her naked ass and back to me as I sit in the chair, dick softening and my mind in shambles. Guilt starts taking over. "How am I going to survive the rest of the weekend knowing this just happened? Will Leigh tell Kelly? How did I let this happen?"

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Part 2 of the weekend will be coming soon, so stay tuned.