You want me to do what?!

It wasn’t intentional. I just…couldn’t stop myself.

My legs opened a little wider and I rocked forward, placing my hand on his thighs, lowering my shoulders and head toward him. Toward…*it*.

I hadn’t noticed it at first–I’d been too busy looking at my phone, trying my best to act like this was even slightly normal. But as I continued grinding against his mouth, my thoughts grew more frantic, more desperate, and I realized that through the thin fabric of his sweatpants, I could see it; long, hard, and twitching.

*Shit. He's hard because of me, I thought, my mind reeling. Because I'm sitting on his face. Because I’m naked. Because he can taste me…*

Part of me was horrified; this was my friend, someone I'd known for years. I should stop, I told myself. This has gone too far already. But even as the thought formed, I found myself shifting, changing the angle of my hips so I could get lower, closer, so I could bring my lips toward it.

"Are you still okay?" I whispered. "This…looks really hard."

He answered by continuing to lap at my pussy, his tongue pressing deeper into me and making me tremble.

"Fuck,” I whispered. I really shouldn’t, but…could you pull down your pants?" I asked. “I just want to see it...”

He hesitated for a moment before his hands moved to his waistband. I watched, my heart pounding in my chest, as he pushed them down, freeing his erection.

It was thicker than I'd expected, twitching and pulsing and pointed directly at my face. Fuck. Was that really because of me? Just because I’d used his face as my seat for the evening?

I brought my mouth closer to it, telling myself I was just looking, making sure to keep my pussy pressed firmly against his mouth, at this point for my benefit as much as his. He seemed to sense the closeness of my face to his cock, and his hips rose a little. It almost touched me and I jerked my head back instinctively, surprised by his eagerness.

Nonetheless, my mouth started to water…

I licked my lips, formed a little O with my mouth, and blew on it,just to see what would happen…

To my surprise, his cock began to jerk and twitch even more frantically, his hips rising again.

*What am I doing?* I thought frantically. *This is so wrong. He's my friend.*

But even as these thoughts raced through my mind, I found myself lowering my head again, pushing my hips back as I did so, burying his face even deeper in my ass with a soft sigh. But something was wrong. I couldn't *stop* staring at his cock. I kept trying to look away but it was impossible. My hand hovered, trembling, uncertain.

"God, you're so fucking hard, dude," I breathed, the words escaping before I could stop them.

My fingers wrapped around his shaft and I began to stroke him slowly, experimentally, matching the rhythm of my hips. He was hot and heavy in my hand, and his response was immediate, his hips bucking upward, pressing himself deeper into my palm. I adjusted my position, leaning all the way forward now, my ass up in the air, my heavy breasts swaying with the movement. My nipples brushed against his stomach, and I shivered at the contact.

This was beyond my control now.

I lowered my head, my lips parting as I took him into my mouth, licking him gently, experimentally, unsure of myself. But it only made him lick my pussy more desperately, and I couldn’t help but take him deeper, my hand continuing to stroke what I couldn't fit in my mouth.

His moans grew louder, more frequent, and I felt a surge of power, of control. I was in charge here, dictating the pace, the intensity.

That’s when I decided to stop.

Not forever, I knew, but just for a while.

He wanted someone to use his face, and that’s what he was going to get.

I leant back, sitting on his face fully once more.

"Oh no…" I said, my voice casual, innocent. “What’s wrong?”

I could feel him trying to speak, his lips moving against my clit, attempting to form words. The vibrations sent shivers through my body, making me arch my back, pushing out my naked tits. I lifted myself slightly, just enough to let him breathe.

"Please," he gasped, his voice even more desperate than I’d expected. I watched his flushed face, the way his eyes pleaded even though they remained closed as promised. His hips bucked upward, his cock still hard and glistening from my mouth. I let him squirm. "I need...please let me..."

"Tell me exactly what you need."

“I need you too–”

I pushed my pussy against his mouth, cutting him off. His tongue immediately resumed its work, more eager now than before, his cock bucking and twitching once more. I picked up my phone from where it had fallen on the bed, the power of ignoring him making me even wetter.

I wondered if he could taste it.

This time, instead of scrolling tiktok, I brought up my favourite porn video and began to watch, my fingers of my other hand finding my nipples, rolling and pinching them as I watched the screen. The combination of visual stimulation and the sensations from below was overwhelming. I began to grind against his face again, harder this time, using him exactly as he'd wanted.

That’s when I knew I was going to have to fuck him.