To give a bit of a back story, Samuel worked in the same office I did but in different departments. I only knew him after matching with him on the dating app Tinder. He is from Mauritius and this story is based in Malaysia, where I am from. He is a short lean guy, just an inch taller than me. I am short and slender and a Malaysian Indian, so my brown complexion was slightly lighter than that of Samuel’s. I would say that my ass and eyes were my best features. And Samuel had this French accent that was certainly sexy although most of the time he simply annoyed me. We never dated and I never found myself attracted to him at that point since I had already had my eyes on my current boyfriend, whom I had just met during that time. Samuel stayed near to my place and I found myself spending more time with him during the pandemic and working from his place rather than suffering with my mom at home.
Now to the story of how I ended up cheating on my boyfriend of six months because of the pandemic and working from home.
There I was at Amish’s place working from home. It was just us and we were taking a break sitting on his couch whilst he was taking a hit. We were laughing about something when he offered me the blunt. Accepting it, I took a long puff before sputtering lightly as I coughed, allowing a stream of smoke to slip past my lips.
He looked at me with amusement filling his features, causing me to playfully shove at his shoulder. He laughed and I shook my head, taking another puff, this time determined to do it right. I took a long drag, fighting back the cough and held it in, my eyes closed. I then let the breath out slowly and felt as if my whole body had become weightless.
Offering the blunt back towards him, I watched him looking at me and raise an eyebrow in his direction.
“Have you ever tried a shotgun?” he said.
I didn’t know what that was. “No.”
“Come over a bit closer.”
Curiosity peaked through me as I shifted nearer.
“Okay,” he said. “I am going to take a hit, and when I do, you bring your face close to mine and open your mouth.”
It sounded funny and I let out a short laugh but I agreed. “All right.”
He sucked on the joint and tilted toward me. I scooted a little closer and leaned my face in. He blew the smoke out in a hard stream into my mouth. Reflexively, I inhaled it until I felt like my lungs might burst.
“Hold it in, hold it in,” he coached.
I did, closing my eyes to concentrate on the task, my body feeling light, as if I was weightless. Finally, I couldn’t hold it in any longer and blew the smoke out. I opened my eyes to see Amish looking at me.
“Well?” he asked.
“It was… intense,” I admitted.
He grinned. “An old hippie trick.”
I saw Amish giving me another weird look as I stood up and headed towards the kitchen to get a glass of water. I didn’t hear him move until I suddenly felt pressed against the wall to my left. His hands are around my wrists and pinned to my sides. I gasped loudly with my cheek against the wall when he put his lip to my neck. He bit softly and ground his pelvis into my ass. My mouth hung open, words were caught in my throat and I couldn’t find the muscles to move. He took another bite into my shoulder and I sighed a moan of confusion. Before I can respond further, Amish released me and I am forced to use my legs before I fell to the floor. I looked back at him, who was slouched and panting slightly a couple of yards away from me.
“I’m… so sorry,” he whispered, shaking his head.
“What the fuck was that?” I asked bewildered.
He didn’t respond, just stared at the floor.
I didn’t know how to react. He had never done that before. Sure he had openly hit on me but I had always brushed it off. I never felt attracted towards him and he knew I was taken. Plus he had the hots for my best friend.
But suddenly I was confused. Why now? What changed? I have love for him, fuck, he’s one of the best friends I have. He has helped me out more than I have ever deserved. And in that moment, all I could think about were his hands locked around my wrists.
I looked up at him, not knowing what to say or think. My mouth felt dry and I licked my tongue across my lips. He seemed to focus on it, and suddenly he was kissing me. I pressed my hands to his shoulders to push him away, but they seemed to melt into him. His tongue teased my lips, then dipped inside my mouth, rolling, playing. It felt like it was everywhere, all at once. I swirled my own tongue against it, and he pulled back a bit and sucked on it. When I returned the favor, his hand found my breast and squeezed.
I moaned and arched my back into his touch. It was so wrong but damn did it feel so good. I hadn’t been touched in so long that my body craved the intimacy he provided.
My arms wrapped around his neck and my fingers combed through his hair as he pressed me against the wall once more. I drew him closer, mouth crushing hard to his mouth. They were hungry, deep, and passionate kisses. Tongues battled until we had to break for air. But he kept kissing down my jawline to my neck.
Who knew he could kiss so well? He seemed to know where to kiss me too as his mouth sucked down the skin at my neck and caused it to throb, which increased my temperature tenfold that I couldn’t think straight enough to stop him. I blamed the combination of the drinks and the weed for my horniness, and coupled with the fact I hadn’t had any action in a while. But still, he was supposed to be my friend. Someone I trusted. We were both involved with other people at the time but there we were, mouths fused together again.
His hands slipped beneath my top to squeeze my breast through the bra before he pulled the cup down. Cupping my bare breast again, he rolled my nipple between his forefinger and thumb, teasing it into a tightened peak. I moaned again, encouraging his actions instead of putting a stop to it like I knew I should have.
His hand then slipped under my shirt to touch my waist and held me tight enough to lift me onto the table beside us. His hand then slid beneath my top to cup my bare breast again, kneading it with ease. I pushed myself closer to him, well, my lower half. My legs bumped either side of his waist. He met me halfway, closing what little gap there was left between us, and he ground himself – hard and straining in his jeans – against me.
He tugged at my top and broke the kiss long enough to raise the hem higher. Instead of stopping him, I settled for raising my hands so that he could pull them free of my arms and hair. Then he stepped away from me to pull his shirt over his head. It wasn’t the first time I had seen him half shirtless having gone swimming with him before, but it was the first time I had touched him intimately when he came back towards me.
Our lips met halfway once more and the palm of his hand slid along the plane of my back to brush against the clasp of my bra and unhook it with a flick of his fingers. He pulled it from my shoulders and discarded it somewhere behind him.
When his lips closed over a hardened nipple, I moaned out his name. We had passed the point of no return, no going back, no do-overs. It was what it was.
One of Amish’s hands slid along my leg to feel the curve of my thigh. It found the waistband of my jeans, then the button at the top, and then the zipper. When he tugged on it, pulling it down, his lips paused on mine for a moment. I could practically hear his question in his mind, unwilling to be the one to break the silence. It had been carefully maintained up until that point.
Is this okay? he wanted to know. He wanted to be sure. It was such a process, this whatever we were doing. Go too fast and it might mess everything up. Go too slow and rightness, morality, and memory would crash down on us both, and we would go our separate ways unsatisfied and guilty.
In answer, I wrapped my arm tighter around his neck and dropped a hand between us to touch his belt. It was enough. His lips were urgent on mine once more, and I thought I felt him sigh in relief as his tongue slipped into my mouth.
I tried to concentrate on undoing the buckle, but it was hard with the way he was kissing me. He was much better at multitasking than I was. He worked a hand into my jeans, slipping past the band of my underwear, and he didn’t break their kiss as his fingers rubbed against me. They slipped and slid against me where I was slick and warm, focused in their teasing.
I had to turn my head so his lips fell to my neck instead, and I was finally able to get a good grip on his belt. I smiled to myself at the clang of the metal buckle coming undone. And the rest was easy. Shoving his jeans down, I ground against his fingers, just trying to get them in. But Amish kept circling my clit, pressing against it when he wanted and pulling breathy moans from my lips.
“Amish.. fuck!” I breathed out desperately.
He withdrew his fingers quickly to step out of his jeans and underwear while I leaned against the wall to catch my breath. I pressed my hair away from my face and moved to kick off my jeans. He helped me, rolling my jeans down with swift precision. My panties followed them.
Then he kissed me again. And so well. I hadn’t kissed in so long that I drank his kisses in hungrily. His fingers had moved back between my legs. This time he eased them inside, testing the waters, feeling just how bad I wanted him – wanted this, wanted whatever.
How bad did I want it?
Really.
Really.
Bad.
I sighed against his mouth as he pushed his fingers into the knuckle at a steady rhythm. He responded with a sigh of his own and a nip at my bottom lip with his teeth.
He had perfect fingers that knew how to get the job done. I briefly wondered what Rev was missing, or his ex. But I quickly pushed the thoughts aside.
I reached down, wrapped my fingers around him and ran a finger along the vein of his cock. When I circled the tip with my fingers, they came away wet, and I spread the dampness along his shaft. He hissed at my light tug and took his fingers away from between my legs like I wanted.
He pushed my knees apart and took himself in hand. His tongue glossed across his bottom lip, and my body hummed with anticipation.
This wasn’t what I thought my day was going to look like when I came over to his place to work from home. He had always hit on me but I had always seen him as a friend, never really attracted to him. At least not until then.
And then that happened.
I arched my back as he pushed inside me. A satisfied groan left my lips and I looped my arms around his neck to kiss him deeply. His strokes were deep and fast, hard enough that I lost sight of the few perceptions I had left. Whatever reminders of Rev and my boyfriend got pushed further and further away with every thrust of his hips against mine. Eventually, nothing existed but him and me in his house, with him inside me, me wrapped around him, our mouths fused together as we fucked.
I clawed at his back, having too much fun to worry if I was leaving marks. He threw his arm around my waist to pull me tighter against him, holding me close and very tight as it rushed over me. I felt it in the center first, then it spread through the rest of my body as I closed my eyes to tilt my head back. His lips fell across my neck, kissing along my throat, and he didn’t stop thrusting. I almost told him to stop. I always got too sensitive after an orgasm, but I didn’t tell him, and he didn’t stop. And I was glad I hadn’t said anything because this was much better.
The second orgasm was a surprise to us both.
It came in the middle of his, and he was grunting in my ear. It was a sound he made, deep in his throat that triggered it. And the breathy ‘Fuck’ that accompanied it.
When Amish pulled out of me, I felt the wetness drip onto my thighs, but I didn’t have the energy to do any moving of my own. And he didn’t move much further either. He rested his head against my shoulder as he softened against my leg, and I threaded my fingers through his hair and tried to catch my breath.
I thought for a moment, my fingers stroking the back of his neck as I thought how I should leave. What happened was hot enough, but it was also a mistake.
“Amish…” I said, my heart picked up an anxious beat when I heard my own voice.
“Yeah?” he asked.
Would I be asking too much if I suggested another go? Oh well, we had already done it once, no need to find any sort of morality now.
“Can we… Can we go to bed?”
He didn’t answer at first. I knew he had heard me. He was probably thinking up a delicate way to refuse, maybe something a little more original than, “I’ve got an early start in the morning.”
Languidly, he pulled his head from my shoulder and angled his lips to mine for a deep kiss. “Come on.” Pulling away from the kiss, he took my hand and I stepped off the table, following him into his bedroom, ignoring the mess of clothes we had made on the floor.
As we got to his room, he laid sprawled out on his bed and I could see him clearly, every part of him. He wasn’t the most attractive or muscular by any means, but he was lean. But what caught my attention was his dark cock as it got hard again before my eyes.
I sat next to him on the bed and rested a hand on his thigh. As he watched me pull my hair over my shoulder, I was sure he knew what was coming. When I lowered my mouth and took in the head, his hips lifted off the bed just slightly, but I noticed and it made me proud. I filled my mouth with him, and when I drew up, I looked toward him.
He was watching me.
I held his gaze as I dragged my tongue along his shaft, and he grinned. Laughed a little too.
It was the kind of laugh I wanted to laugh. An I-can’t-believe-we-are-doing-this-but-so-glad-we-are kinda laugh. I would have laughed too had my mouth not been full again.
‘He tastes good,’ I thought. I held him in my hands and flicked my tongue against the slit at the top of his cock, then pulled the tip in to just under the ridge and sucked him hard, moving my tongue all around the sides as I did so. He groaned again. The sound made me wetter. I took a breath and pulled him deep into my mouth again. I stroked his balls and felt them tighten a bit as I slid my lips up and down his smooth rod. He absentmindedly thrust a bit into my mouth and out again, breathing hard.
“Fuck! Where did you learn to do that, Ritu?” he gasped.
I didn’t answer, but took him in my mouth further, sliding the top of him a bit against the top of my mouth. He grabbed hold of my hair and changed my rhythm. I switched up my pattern, going from sucking to licking to giving attention to his balls again. I skirted my tongue around the wide head before sinking my mouth over him again. His stiff tip prodded against my tongue and palate and cheek as I took in as much of him as I could, pushing my mouth down until he butted against the back of my throat.
My head bobbed up and down with deliberate zeal. The almost graceful rhythm was betrayed by the squelching, laboured sounds of my greedy sucks and slurps that filled the room.
His hips pushed forward again, this time filling my mouth with fervent, brutish thrusts. I accepted the challenge with relish, anticipating each forceful shove of his cock.
“Fuck, Ritu! You are going to make me cum again,” he groaned.
I revelled in his taste, his length, his hardness. I dragged his tip along the inside of my mouth and against my tongue. I gulped and wheezed, panting aloud whenever his thick head wasn’t stuffed against my throat, my desperate moans seemed to spur him on for more. I soaked in his gasps of gratification. My whole body tingled -my nipples tightened, my pussy weeped- as I fast approached sensory overload. I would have just inhaled his entire length if I could.
I applied more pressure with a final hard suck, then reared my head back, letting his heavy muscle slip past my lips. Glancing up at him, he had a shocked expression on his face that made me grin.
Moving up, I easily straddled his lap and pushed him down on his back. My fingers wrapped around his length, I positioned him between my legs before I sunk down on him slowly.
My mouth hung open as his shaft spread my walls, while my muscles worked to accommodate his girth once more. Even though I had him inside me once already by that point, I still wasn’t used to the size or the foreign feeling of a new cock inside me.
“Fuckkk!” I moaned out and he groaned with me.
His hand slid from my waist to my ass and kneaded it in circles as I bottomed out on him before I lifted my hips and sank back again. I rode him slowly, increasing the tempo with each thrust. His hands on my ass spurred me on.
Leaning up, his mouth latched onto a nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue around the swollen nub. I tipped my head back and revelled in the simple feeling of Amish, my best friend, inside me. I moaned and combed my fingers through his hair, pulled on it and held him close. I rode him with everything I got, despite being sore from our earlier escapades.
He released my nipple with an audible pop and cupped my face to kiss me passionately. His moans reverberated against my lips as his hands moved back to my ass and encouraged me to keep moving.
I felt my orgasm brewing inside me, so I squeezed my muscles and moved quicker up and down and rocked my hips as I did. He intensified the kiss and groaned every time I lifted myself. I tore my lips away from him and rested my forehead by his temple as I struggled to catch my breath. I barely had a moment to breathe as Amish flipped me onto the bed so that he was on top of me.
He shoved his arms under my shoulders and gathered me close as he began to thrust forcefully in and out of me. I moaned embarrassingly loudly, every movement he made brought me closer to my release. His lips stroked the length of my neck, his tongue licked my pulse, which caused me to gasp. My hands clasped around his biceps as they supported his weight, my legs wrapped around his waist to bring him deeper inside me.
“Oh, Amish,” I moaned, unable to not say his name or keep the need out of my voice.
He has me under his spell and he is under mine. I felt his chest brush against my erect nipples from our combined movements.
“Say my name, Ritu. Say my name. I always wanted to hear you say my name,” he grunted into my ear and I was surprised at the confession but I repeated his name, again and again.
“Amish. Amish. Fuck. You feel so good!” I moaned, my hips bucking with his to deepen the connection we shared. Oh God, it felt more amazing than I could have ever imagined. With each in and out stroke, his massive member drove deeper inside me.
Was it wrong? Was I a whore? What did this mean for our friendship? Or my relationship? Or Amish’s? So many questions and insecurities swirled in my mind competing with the sexual sensations. The questions tried to overwhelm my brain, but the huge cock drove them all away. All I wanted right then was to be fucked properly.
“Oh, God, yes, fuck me harder.”
My backside clenched and I angled my pelvis so that the friction of his crotch pressed more firmly against my most sensitive regions. There was something about the extra girth inside me which feels so different. He was also fucking me differently. I squeezed my intimate muscles with all of my might as I wanted to feel every contour, every throb, every pulse of his heartbeat through his manhood buried inside me.
“Yea, fuck! You feel amazing, Ritu,” he grunted.
Our pace quickened rapidly and the usually solid bed frame creaked under the strains of our intensifying display of passion. It was so very warm, both outside and within our bodies.
“Uh! Fuck!” I panted as my body rocked back and forth. Despite the rigorous shaking, my eyes pierced straight through his. “Amish! Fuck me. Fuck! You feel so good!” I moaned, my head tilted back as I was unable to hold his gaze.
He grunted as he switched his pace to short rapid-fire thrusts into me. As I moaned beneath him, he grinned and grunted, “Yeah, I knew you wanted this. You wanted me from the day we met! How does it feel?”
I narrowed my eyes and tried to stare him down but the energy from his heated strokes coursed through me. I squeezed my eyes and threw my head back over the pillow, crying out to the ceiling.
“How does it feel?” he repeated. “Uhh! You’re so fucking hot and wet!”
“Bastard!” I hissed. I twisted my fingers into the hair at the back of his head and yanked his face to mine. Our mouths opened wide on one another, melded together in a voracious, violent lock of lips and lash of tongues. His hands scratched down my smooth and silky sides. He took a firm, demanding grope of my ass and dug his nails into the tender skin of my cheeks.
I pulled hard on his hair. With a surprising burst of strength, I flipped him onto his back on the other side of the mattress and instantly was on top of him again, practically wrestling and pinning him down.
Pleasantly startled, I could see the side of his lips curl upward.
“Don’t you dare fucking grin at me like that!” I snapped.
Keeping a watchful eye on him as he lay motionless on his back, I raised myself on the balls of my feet, straddled him, and reached down. I took hold of his hard, long shaft and wiggled my hips over the tip.
“Showing me how you can handle meat again, huh?” he said.
A swift crack of my palm across his cheek signalled to him his error. “What did I say about food-related comments?” I reprimanded him.
He nodded sheepishly.
I guided his bulbous head against the narrow folds of my slit. My head lifted slightly upwards and my eyes closed as I slipped over him. Feeling his swollen length slip into me again, I shuddered and gasped.
Now it was his turn to let out a loose torrent of unintelligible moans and groans. I bucked and rode him hard, my back arched backwards and my hair dropped down seductively as I raised my head towards the ceiling. My slender, glistening body rolled and undulated like a belly-dancer.
I was letting loose like never before. The swollen member flaring inside of me sent ripples of energy from me even as I drained everything I had in the heated effort. My long hair draped across my face and I pushed it back with my hand, wanting to watch his expression.
I knew how much Amish had wanted this. I should have seen the signs coming but never did I think I would give in to his flirtatious nature by actually getting physical.
“Uhn! Come on, Amish!” I gasped. “Come on…ah…! Show me…uhn..make me feel how much you wanted me! Huhn! You are so fucking hard. So…uhn…hard inside me!”
He bucked against me like a bull. His cock thrust upwards to glide along my slick inner flesh. I held on, rocking on his staff until I finally lost balance and bent over his chest. We clutched each other and kissed wildly and filled the room with our dry gasps for air. I loved kissing and his soft lips against mine felt perfect which drew a loud sigh from my mouth.
With no sign of our intensity ebbing, Amish slid out from under me then slipped behind me on the bed. I clutched a pillow on the bed while I propped up on my knees. I looked back over my shoulder to watch his face looking down and admiring my lovely round ass as he positioned himself between my legs.
With a wriggle of his hips, I felt his cock rub up against me and then just as quickly thrust into me once more. My body rocked forward then sank back against his stiffness. He held my hips and smacked his crotch against my butt over and over. It felt as if his swelling length plunged deeper and deeper each time he did.
“Uhn! Uhn! Fuck!” I groaned through gritted teeth, my face pressed forward against the bed. I clenched my fists around the sheets beneath me for something to grip, my eyes shut tight as he took my body from behind with quick, stiff thrusts.
We were both almost spent now. My body glistened and glowed. My muscles ached and strained. We were good together in bed. Fucking perfect, actually.
His energy drained, his body joined me lying on the bed, still thrusting from behind, kissing desperately at my neck. His hands embraced me from behind and squeezed my breasts. I was experiencing sensory overload again.
“Amish!” I moaned, my throat raw. “Ah! Faster! Don’t..uhn..don’t stop!”
“Ahhn!” he groaned as he filled me with the relentless thrust of his hips. He held his breath and buried his face into the back of my head. Both of us peaked.
My cries surged up from my gut. After one last short gasp for air, I groaned loudly, “Ah- uhn!” I burst, spilling my fluid warmth freely over his piece in a delectable, over-heated rush. My body hitched and shook as I drained my cum all over him.
Just as I did, Amish’s butt clenched and his abs tightened. He groaned and gasped as his aching cock finally fired a full load of rich, pungent jism into my tender snatch. He kissed and rolled his teeth against my shoulder as he continued to shiftl his hips forward, spurting out every last strand of cum from his stiff length.
My hands covered his as they continued to softly fondle and massage my breasts and nipples. My eyes were closed but my mouth hung open as I sucked in oxygen from the warm air surrounding our nude bodies.
My whole body sighed as he finally slid his cock — slick and slippery– out from me, my sweet spot still tingling. Rolling over on the pillow, I faced Amish. His face was also red, his hair also damp, and he looked entirely spent and unmistakably satisfied.
I brushed back my hair with my hands. Clearing my throat, I said sternly with an arch of my brow and a coy grin, “So… is that what you do to all your friends?”
He smiled back a shifty grin and shook his head. “Well.. sometimes. But I am hungry now.”
