Brad, my boyfriend, always prided himself on being a Call of Duty pro. He and his tight-knit group of macho gamer friends frequently made wagers—usually casual stuff like money or who’d buy the next pizza. I was entertained watching Brad win so often; it was kind of thrilling. But this time, the stakes unexpectedly escalated.
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One of Brad’s closest friends, Jake, was dating Emily, a woman so breathtakingly beautiful she could easily pass for a supermodel. Our friend group was almost all men, so the kind of offhand jokes about sleeping with each other’s girlfriends were common, though always just jokes. One night, Brad and Jake, both visibly frustrated with their game, impulsively declared that the winner of their next match earned the right to sleep with the loser’s girlfriend.
Emily and I were there, watching them banter. When they asked if we were on board, we agreed, neither of us truly expecting to lose. Besides, the idea of Brad bedding another woman was perversely exciting, given how protective he usually was. I was genuinely surprised he went along with it.
When the game ended, Brad’s performance had been dismal, and Jake emerged victorious. Despite Brad’s clear annoyance, the terms were set, and we moved forward. I’ll confess: my nickname among them was “Billie,” because they insisted I resembled Billie Eilish, though I wasn’t convinced.
Jake wasted no time asserting his win. Standing before me, a sly, confident grin spreading across his face, he commanded, “Take my jeans off, Billie.”
My hands trembled as I undid his belt, slid down his zipper, and eased his jeans and boxers down. His cock sprang free—thicker and larger than Brad’s—and I wrapped my palm around its base, feeling its warmth against my skin.
I sank to my knees, Emily watching from an armchair with a teasing smile. Brad lingered by the doorway, fists clenched and face flushed with embarrassment.
Starting slowly, I circled my tongue around the swollen tip, tasting the salty pre-cum. Then I took him deeper, bobbing my head while stroking the parts I couldn’t reach. Jake groaned, grabbed my hair, guiding me lower. “Don’t forget the rest,” he murmured hungrily.
I traced my tongue down the underside of his shaft, gently fondled his balls, teasing and sucking them with tenderness. Pressing my tongue flat against his perineum, all while pumping his cock with both hands and flicking my thumb over the sensitive frenulum, I worshipped his length and fullness. Jake’s hips jerked with pleasure. “Fuck, that feels incredible…”
I lavished him with attention, saliva gathering on my chin as I sucked and licked every sensitive inch. Brad exited briefly, but returned just in time to witness me lost between Jake’s legs. The sight painted a mix of rage, shame, and arousal across his face.
Finally, Jake pulled me upright. “Enough teasing. Stand up.”
Standing face to face, his gaze dark with desire, Jake ripped off his shirt before hooking fingers into the hem of my thin tank top, peeling it slowly over my head. My black lace bra peeked out beneath—the cups still fastened, but pulled down just enough to spill my full breasts sensuously, revealing them while framing their shape like a provocative harness.
His breath quickened as he cupped my breasts, squeezing and bouncing them reverently. “Fuck,” he groaned.
His hands moved to my tight jeans, unzipping and sliding them down alongside my panties, leaving me naked except for the bra. Running his hand between my legs, he groaned again. “Jesus, you’re already soaking.”
He eased me onto the bed, laying me back as Brad continued to watch from the doorway, his shame palpable.
Jake positioned himself atop me. Brad’s voice hoarse, he reminded, “She makes me wear condoms.”
Jake laughed. “I don’t have any.”
Meeting Brad’s gaze, I flushed, breath catching. “It’s okay, Brad. He won’t cum inside me. I promise.”
Jake’s cockhead slid teasingly along my dripping wet entrance before pushing inside. I gasped, eyes locked on Brad’s as Jake sank slowly, the audible slick sounds of stretching sending a fresh wave of humiliation through me. Brad muttered a curse.
He began in slow missionary, consuming me—tongues tangling in mine, licking down my neck and across my humming breasts, sucking my nipples with fervor. His movements deliberate at first, letting me feel every thick inch, my moans louder and more desperate than ever before, betraying every ounce of control.
Quickening, his rhythm hardened; the wet slaps of his hips against mine echoed alongside my raw cries.
Switching me over to doggy style, Jake gripped my hips and drove deep, pounding fiercely. Pressing me down into the mattress in prone bone, his weight grounding me as my animalistic moans continued unabated.
Turning me back onto my back, Emily rose from her seat, peeled off her top and bra, leaving only panties before sliding to the bed. She began sucking Jake’s cock every time he pulled out, the wet sounds blending with my moans.
The scene grew dirtier as Emily and I pulled Jake into a double blowjob. Our tongues entwined while we shared his shaft and balls in turns. Jake kissed Emily passionately as I continued, then shifted, and soon I found myself licking his perineum while Emily sucked him eagerly. Brad stood frozen, quietly cursing under his breath, his hand moving rapidly on his own cock.
Jake groaned as he climaxed, spilling thick ropes of cum into my mouth. Emily and I shared a messy, heated kiss, swapping his cum back and forth on our tongues.
Jake wasn’t finished. He flipped me back onto my back and plunged into me with renewed intensity. Emily snaked behind him, stroking his head and licking his neck while I locked my legs tightly around him.
Brad’s breathing grew ragged, edging close. “Wait… don’t cum inside her! That wasn’t part of the deal!”
I was lost in sensation. Clenching my legs around Jake, desperate, I begged, “Cum inside me… fill me up… please, I want to feel you inside…”
Jake smirked arrogantly. I locked eyes with Brad once more, who was caught in humiliation and desire.
With a guttural groan, Jake drove fully home, releasing thick, hot spurts inside me. I moaned loudly, trembling as my body greedily welcomed every drop, my pussy clenching around him.
When he finally pulled free, a glistening trail of cum slipped from my stretched entrance. Emily leaned down instantly, sucking him clean with wet, sloppy noises. Brad stood there, silent and stunned, his own jeans stained with his release.