I fulfilled every kinky fantasy my male best friend had because his girlfriend refused to

This happened a few years ago when my best friend (at the time) Alex, let me crash at his place after I got kicked out of my own apartment.

Alex and I had always been really close some people, including his girlfriend, thought we were "too close". We’d constantly hang out, drink, smoke, and just have a good time. I’ll admit I was a little overly attached to him. I was always touching him whenever I could, but honestly, who could blame me? He was 6’2 with black hair, smooth toned skin, and muscles that made my knees weak. He loved wearing tight shirts that showed off every ridge and curve of his body, and it drove me crazy with desire.

One evening we were chilling in his apartment, sipping beers while waiting for his girlfriend to get home from work. As usual, I was being flirty and handsy running my fingers along his arms, leaning against his shoulder with an innocent little laugh to cover up how turned on I was. My black lace panties were already soaked just from being near him, my mind racing with thoughts of him bending me over the kitchen table and fucking me like a total slut.

Suddenly he got up to use the bathroom, leaving his phone on the table. I normally wouldn’t snoop, but he wasn’t my boyfriend, so I figured why not? I quickly checked Snapchat, Instagram, Facebook… then opened his Notes app. That’s when I found it, a detailed list of all his fantasies and turn-ons. I almost gasped out loud.

He had confided in me before about how vanilla and boring his sex life with his girlfriend was. Reading the list made my heart race: handcuffs, gags, facials, being called Daddy, mini skirts… the works. My thighs pressed together instinctively as I tried to stay composed. I quickly snapped a picture of the list with my own phone so I could remember every detail. If his girlfriend wasn’t going to satisfy this dominant, masculine man, then I would.

A few seconds later Alex walked back in, and I casually sat down, trying to hide how insanely horny I was. I was practically dripping and terrified he’d somehow notice. Luckily he didn’t. From that moment on, I made it my mission to become his secret relief.

Over the next few days I ordered everything from Amazon all his dirty little desires, shipped in plain boxes. I picked out the perfect slutty outfit and waited for the right moment. His girlfriend’s work schedule always left us a solid couple of hours alone in the evenings. It was too good an opportunity to pass up.

The day finally arrived. I laid myself out on their bed wearing a tiny, revealing maid outfit that barely covered my cleavage and left my ass and dripping pussy almost completely exposed. I was surrounded by his masculine scent, legs spread wide, heart pounding.

When Alex walked into the bedroom after work, he froze in shock.

“Mia, what the fuck?!” he said, but I could see in his eyes and the growing bulge in his tight black jeans that he wasn’t going to send me away.

“Daddy,” I purred, “I’m here to serve you. You deserve to relax and feel good after a long day. She doesn’t have to know… she can stay out of it. But you… you can fuck me however you want.”

He didn’t resist for long.

Within minutes he had me face-down on the bed, wrists cuffed behind my back, his thick cock teasing my soaked pussy. He degraded me beautifully, calling me a desperate whore for setting this up, refusing to even pull my panties aside properly because I didn’t deserve it. When I tried to speak, a hard slap on my ass shut me up. Then he noticed the gag I’d left ready and buckled it on. My moans turned into muffled screams as he stretched me wide open, going from slow and deep to pounding me senseless. The pain mixed with pleasure as he claimed me completely.

I thought we’d have time to clean up before his girlfriend got home, but after multiple orgasms I realized this was going to be a long session. When he was finally ready to finish, he pulled me up, removed the gag, and covered my face with thick ropes of his cum. He even took photos of me like that tongue out, cum dripping from my eyebrows down to my chin and onto the sheets.

For the next few months, I became his secret fuck toy. I’d sneak over or wait for him at the apartment and let him use me however he wanted before his girlfriend came home. Even after I eventually moved out, he kept texting me constantly, begging me to come over and satisfy him again.