James has loved Maddy forever, but to her, he’s just a best friend. One fateful night thrusts them into a world of dark desires and shifting power dynamics, forcing them to reckon with a future together neither of them had known was possible. To be the man she needs, he must conquer his shame. His friendship is everything to her, yet she wrestles with his wants as a man and her feelings as a woman, while striving to have it all. All she can do is lead, and trust that his feelings for her are enough to make him follow. He dreams of love. She demands loyalty — on her terms. In the end, they must decide if her needs outweigh his wants. There comes a time in every man’s life when he has to make a choice. For some, it’s clear. For others… What would you do? An erotic novel with scenes of female domination and control, humiliation, CFNM, chastity, tease and denial, interracial cuckolding, creampie cleanup, and of course, hardcore friendzone angst. By B.R. Saiph
Friendzoned Into Accidental Cleanup: Chapter 01 — Just Friends
James had worked late and judging by the thumping bass he could hear as soon as he got off the elevator, the party was already well underway. If there was one thing his roommate Mark loved more than himself, it was partying. Mark was a typical muscle-bound jock, cocky and annoyingly self-centered but they’d been friends since they were kids and despite their polar opposite personalities, they were best pals. James liked a good book, and had nearly broken a finger the first and only time he’d tried catching a football, but he enjoyed playing his guitar.
There was one thing they had in common though, their love for Maddy. The three of them had grown up together and they were all best friends, but Mark was the one she was with, and James had never dared try. He had thought about it his whole life, but couldn’t get over his fear of rejection and ruining their friendship to risk making a move on her, so had stayed safely in the friend zone. He wasn’t delusional and knew that since most women had an innate ability to read men, she was likely aware of his feelings. Since she hadn’t acknowledged them he sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one to make the first move. Mark on the other hand hadn’t hesitated to try and get into her pants from the moment he’d had his first erection, and eventually, she’d let him. Ever since, they’d been off and on over the years, since neither of them seemed able to commit to anything beyond ‘the moment’, and right now they were currently ‘on’.
James entered the open-concept loft-style apartment and weaved his way through the crowd into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and bent down to grab a beer. Straightening up, he turned around, casually pushing the fridge door closed behind him, and as he tilted the bottle back to take a swig his eyes swept the room. Some faces he knew and others he didn’t, but then his gaze wandered to the far side of the living room and he froze. The bottle still held halfway to his mouth, James looked over at Maddy and sucked in a breath.
She was leaning sideways against the wall, her bare legs crossed casually at the ankles and her hip shifted to the side. She loved getting dolled up for any social event and tonight was no different. Perched on strappy heels that arched her feet perfectly, his eyes drew up her tanned legs, bare and shiny smooth, reflecting the ambient lighting in muted tones that heralded their silky-soft feminine perfection. A black pleated leather skirt hugged her tiny waist, the pleats teasing his eyes as they hovered, and barely at that, over the curve of her tight ass. Tonight she’d chosen to wear a pleather bodysuit, or at least in his estimation it was, based upon how it gripped her body as it emerged from the embrace of the skirt’s tight waistband. It danced over her abdomen as she drew a breath, her full breasts straining at the confines of the shiny material keeping them held in and pressed together.
She looked smokin’ hot and without a doubt every man present had been taken with the image of her, and every woman would have cast an insecure catty-eye her way. That wasn’t what urged his gaze onward though as he sought that which most men would be too distracted by her other features to fully appreciate. Up her long neck, whose flesh he’d longed to suck into his mouth on countless occasions, glancing at the lush brunette curls spilling over her shoulders, over the lips whose taste he’d been denied, and into her eyes.
Dark pools of chestnut that glowed with the fire of her mischievous personality and ebbed with the heat of a woman who embraced life with a passion few could sustain. Eyes that made him want to lose himself in them for forever and a day.
Eyes that may very well have just witnessed every second of his unguarded and unintentional appreciation of her. It was always unintentional with him, and he did his damnedest to keep himself in check, but the simple fact of it was that there were times like this, that the mere sight of her scrambled his brain. The corner of her mouth pulled up and she pursed her lips into a playful smirk, telling him she was well aware of the effect she had on him. Her waving to him and gesturing for him to come over told him that whatever else she thought of him, they were friends and she would forgive him for his inability to hide his heart from her.
“Hey, Maddy!” He had to shout over the music as he got close.
Before she could respond, Mark came up behind him, slapped him on the back, and shoved a plastic shooter glass in his face. “My man, you’re just in time for shots!”
The tunes played on, and the shots went down. James could feel himself getting tipsy and the night became a blur of conversations no one would remember the next day, interspersed with moments of Maddy working her evil female magic on him.
Mark was often working the room, and being the dog he was would more often than not be chatting up the other women. Maddy would take those moments to lazily drape her arms around James’ neck, crossing her wrists behind his head, nudging him that little bit closer. Until her lips were inches from his and her eyes peered into his soul. Her hips would be gyrating slowly from side to side and somehow she’d manage to meld her body to his for an infinitesimally insignificant amount of time. Except for him, it wasn’t insignificant in any way, and she knew it.
She’d hold his gaze like that for only a second, but it was an eternity that from the moment it started, he was railing for time to stop so it would never end. And of course, time would come crashing back into his consciousness and the moment would pass and she’d twirl away, laughing and cavorting with the next person. Pretending she hadn’t just well and truly fucked with his mind, and with the knowledge that they both knew he’d come back for more, every time.
That was Maddy. Impulsive, wild, and cruel even as she was kind. Knowing how he felt, throwing him a bone with those flirtatious moments, and then dismissing him and ignoring the very thing that kept him helplessly in her orbit. She’d been playing this game with him for longer than he could remember, and though he always hoped for more, he’d be happy if it never stopped.
James sighed and shook his head, a grin forming as he acknowledged his place with her while simultaneously remembering how she’d felt when their bodies had touched. He’d take what he could get and be glad for it, and with that thought he pulled on the last of his drink and went to get another.
He couldn’t have said when he’d stumbled from the party and flopped fully clothed onto his bed, but all was quiet and dark when something woke him from the depths of his slumber. He raised his head and peered through the foggy haze of interrupted sleep, and into the darkness at someone moving from his bedroom door over to the side of his bed. He had intended to question who was there and what the fuck were they doing waking him up, but in his grogginess, all he could do was grunt. “Ugh?”
The street lamp was seeping through past the edges of the curtains and as he tried to focus on whoever it was, they bumped into the side of his bed with a muttered curse. The mattress creaked and their hands shot out to steady themselves, finding purchase on his thigh. Grasping it, they pulled themselves up and over onto the bed and dropped down astride him with an inglorious “Umph.”
James still felt a bit woozy from all he’d drunk at the party but was somewhat becoming more aware, and as his hands came up and gripped the thighs of whoever was on top of him he felt the supple and smooth skin of a woman. Whoever it was weighed nothing at all and then they shifted forward off his thighs and pressed their crotch into his, grinding their softness into his growing hardness, and letting out a soft and sultry moan.
He knew that sound, having listened to it through the walls of their apartment time and again as Mark, seemingly by her exclamations, fucked the hell out of her. Maddy?
She gyrated on top of him, grinding herself harder against his crotch. From where he lay, her eyes were closed and her face was bathed in ghostly shades of pale white light. Her torso flexed and contracted under the black pleather gripping it tightly, appearing wet as the muted light reflected off its undulating surface.
What is she doing here?
Maddy rolled her head back and moved her body in exaggerated circles. She giggled as she lost her balance, thrusting her hand down onto his chest to steady herself. “Whoops!”
Does she know it’s me?
She shuffled off his crotch and onto his stomach and then inched her way upward, her hands pressing hard into his shoulders to steady herself. “Come on Mark, jush for wonsh kish my pussy after sex.”
The leather pleats of her skirt flowed in waves of promise as they moved with her hips and inched closer toward his face, the outline of her abs clearly defined beneath the bodysuit as the street light illuminated every wanton inch of her. She’s still drunk. She thinks I’m Mark and that she’s in his room, I’ve gotta say something! She inched forward and the pleats touched his chin, and then began to bunch up around and over it, as she moved closer still.
He opened his mouth but as he did, Maddy reached past him and gripped the headboard to support herself, lifting one knee and then the other over his shoulders to plant them just past either side of his head. The skirt had ballooned upwards with her sudden movement but as she adjusted her shins into a comfortable position, it settled down around his head like a dark curtain, and she in turn settled her pussy onto his mouth.
He gasped in surprise but that only allowed for the pleather gusset to push into his mouth and before he could stop himself, his tongue instinctively rose to meet it. Sliding over the smooth material, and in turn pushing against her pussy, it then inadvertently explored from left to right the full length of the reinforced seam, circling each of the snaps that were the gatekeepers of the treasure inside.
“Mmm, here baby let me…” Maddy raised herself up and he caught a brief glimpse of shadowy light from under the hem of her skirt as she reached between her legs and yanked open the gusset of the bodysuit, each button snapping like a firecracker in the quiet of the night.
But I’m not Mark! I didn’t say I would… The musky smell of spent sex surged into his nostrils from the now exposed pussy hovering over him, overwhelming him with the fact that she had indeed just been fucked, and that it wasn’t himself that he was smelling. He could just make out the swollen folds of her lips in the flash of dim light, and for a millisecond marveled at finally being able to get a glimpse, as muted as it was, of the very thing he’d never thought he’d get to see. Something glistened on her lips, and as the gusset no longer held anything in place, whatever it was now seemed to be gathering and quickly forming into a drop, becoming plump at the tip, and the tail becoming narrow as it grew increasingly heavy.
As the knowledge and horror of what he was looking at snapped him out of his reverie he opened his mouth wider to ensure his words came out strong and clear. He was determined to end whatever the fuck she thought this was, regardless of how spectacular her glistening pussy was, and set her straight. He was no cumdump, he could barely stand wiping the mess off himself when he jerked off, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let the girl of his dreams, the one he always jerked off to as he imagined her in his arms, see him as one.
“M—“ He started to call out her name but she’d already pulled her hands away and dropped her dripping mess onto his open mouth. As her skirt settled around his head once again, in the sudden darkness the wetness that had pooled onto her lips now dripped onto his tongue, interrupting anything he might have wanted to say.
He wasn’t going to think about the taste, he wasn’t going to acknowledge this was happening, this was a mistake and he was going to stop it from going any further. His hands flew up, grasping at her hips in an effort to push her off him but she slapped them away, then gripped his wrists and pushed his arms down into the mattress with a giggle. “No way mister ‘I don’t go down on girls after sex’, I’ve got you where you said you’d never be!”
Leveraging her mound over his face and using her entire body in her efforts to pin him in place meant she’d tensed her stomach, and as her thighs gripped the sides of his head he felt her pussy lips pulse and then relax, and everything that Mark had recently flooded her pussy with now flooded his mouth. Her cum had mixed with his as she’d held it inside her, and now the memory of their shared pleasure poured out of her and into James.
Nooo!
He screamed in his mind but it was too late, she was making him do this whether he liked it or not. It was salty, slimy, and thick and he gagged as it washed over his tongue and pooled into the back of his throat in an unstoppable torrent that seemed as though it wouldn’t end. He jerked his legs up and down frantically struggling against the iron grip of her tiny hands on his wrists and the airtight seal over his mouth and nose as she pinned him down with all her weight on his face. He wanted to cry out but he needed air and reflex took over making him swallow so he could breathe.
A massive slithering glob of cum went down his throat, taking far too long to do so. Even as the thickest portion disappeared into his stomach, thick remnants of it trailed after in a lazy reminder to his palate that this flavor party was far from over.
Maddy could feel his mouth moving under her as he swallowed and she raised herself just enough to reposition herself. As James gasped for air beneath her, she sat back down. “You like that babe?” Not waiting for an answer, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, wiggling her hips to ensure she was well-planted before clenching her gut and bearing down. “Mmm, good because there’s more!”
Her words barely had time to register with James, so preoccupied was he with having been able to gasp in a breath that he didn’t think to close his mouth, and another torrent of cum splashed into the back of his throat. It came out faster than the first time, as though she had grown more comfortable with what she was doing. Not that she didn’t have years behind her of pushing cum out of her pussy and into a Kleenex after sex, but pushing cum into someone’s mouth was a little different, he mused. It had to be, especially when they were squirming beneath you, but it seemed to James that she was a quick learner nonetheless.
He gagged again, and no less violently this time, but this time he knew better than to resist the inevitable, not if he wanted another breath. So he forced his throat to relax and pushed it down with the back of his tongue hoping to be done with it as fast as possible. It didn’t work, and the cum slipped and slid with infinite laziness down his throat, no faster than the first swallow had before it, and he resigned himself to the fact that it could not be rushed.
Time seemed to pause as he did the only thing he could. Let it run its course. This is crazy, I can’t believe I’m laying here trying to figure out the best way to swallow another man’s spunk from Maddy’s pussy! But he was doing it, and he knew there was only one way forward for him to get through this. He relaxed his body, and in doing so, Maddy relaxed hers, her grip on his wrists loosening. They remained motionless. Two people joined as one in an intimate act that could not be rushed. And so in the momentary silence, she sat and dribbled into his mouth, and he lay there and took every drop she wanted to give him until she was done. James swallowed as the last of the cum cleared his tonsils and his tongue reflexively extended to lick his lips but instead found the tender flesh of hers.
Maddy moaned, repositioning herself to angle her clit downwards, and in doing so removed the pressure off his nose just enough to allow him to breathe. “Mmm, that feels good…”
James took in some air, which felt cool as it passed over the skin of his nose moist with cum and he realized two things. She wasn’t pushing any more of her spent sex into his mouth, and he could breathe. He relaxed at that, and then a third thought made its way into his shell-shocked and still half-drunk mind. My tongue is touching her pussy. He teased the tip of it along the ridge of her lips, tentatively skipping lightly from one to the other in wonder at the sensation. His tongue slipped in between the moist folds and found the burning heat inside her. I’m licking her pussy!
All thoughts of protest, of telling her she had the wrong guy and how dare she do something like this to him, were forgotten. The worst was over (he’d unpack that thought later, as in just how much spunk does a guy have to swallow to consider the worst of it over?) and so why shouldn’t he enjoy whatever else she wanted to experience tonight? He extended his tongue fully and lapped at her insides, and while there was still some salty aftertaste of Mark left inside her, the more he licked the sweeter the taste became. Soon enough, it was like nectar and he knew it was all Maddy he was tasting.
Sweet and wickedly beautiful Maddy, he’d fantasized his entire life about what was between her legs. He found himself smiling, almost proud of himself for being able to do what she’d wanted of him tonight, because it had brought him to this moment. He was the one bringing her pleasure, she tasted as good as she looked, and no matter what else he would always remember how she tasted on his tongue! He dragged his tongue up her slit and then teased the nub of her clit when he found it.
“Ooh yeah, baby, yeah like that!” Maddy let go of his wrists and gripped the back of his head, pulling it forward as she mashed her now gushing cunt against his mouth. He lapped for all he was worth, and as he suckled her clit she moaned and then shuddered as her body rocked with an orgasm, and her juices spilled out of his eager mouth and down his cheeks. He released her clit and gently lapped at her lips as she recovered atop of him but she made no attempt to move.
If she wasn’t in a hurry, then James sure as hell wasn’t going to rush her, he could do this, all night if she let him. He reached under her skirt and ran his hands along her thighs, and over her ass cheeks, marveling at the feel of her smooth flesh as he caressed it. Maddy moaned and rocked her mound over his mouth, signaling she was ready for more, and his tongue obliged.
James withdrew his hands from under her skirt and trailed them up her sides, letting his fingers be his eyes as he blindly worked his tongue deep inside her. He could feel the heat of her body and the ridges of her hard abs beneath the bodysuit hugging itself to her tightly. He kept going, upward until his fingers were following the outline of her breasts. He cupped them, feeling their weight in his palms, tracing the outline of her perky nipples beneath the pleather holding them in, memorizing her every curve in his mind’s eye. He never thought he’d be licking Maddy’s pussy, let alone running his hands over her body, but here he was and he was all in!
He didn’t picture Mark as being the type to be touching her so tenderly, and maybe that was one of many reasons she was with a guy like Mark and not him. He snapped out of his reverie, determined to make this as memorable for her as he knew it already was for him. He pinched her nipples, hard, and she gasped then mashed her mound against his mouth even harder.
“That’s it, ohhh fuuuck…” Maddy was rocking and bouncing on his face, her grip on the back of his head ironclad as she kept his tongue right where she wanted it, and then she tensed up again, then shuddered as another orgasm surged through her. She froze, and he did too, although he kept swallowing because now she was truly gushing into his mouth. It was salty and watery and he realized she’d hit her G-spot and that as of now she’d not only fed him another man’s cum, but she’d just pissed in his mouth. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel about any of this, but as her body relaxed and she sighed in contentment, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at having been the one to bring her to the ultimate climax.
She slowly rocked her hips over his face as he licked her clean, and as his tongue strokes slowed with the last of it, she came to a rest and released her grip on his head. It seemed as though all those orgasms had sobered her to some degree because her words, though somewhat tired and spent sounding, were crystal clear now. “Holy shit baby, that was amazing! I can’t believe you finally did that for me.”
When there was no answer she realized she was still sitting on his mouth so lifted off and repositioned herself onto his upper chest with a giggle. “Oops!” She adjusted the pleats of her skirt off his face and tucked them under his chin, peering down at him in the muted light. “So what made you change your m—“
She stared down at him, trying to make sense of what her eyes were telling her. “James?”
Now that the cat was out of the bag, James didn’t know what to say. He had tried to tell her she had the wrong guy but she hadn’t given him a chance. He felt like a pervert, sneaking a peek up her skirt even though it had been her that had shoved his head under it and forced her lover’s cum down his throat. All he could manage was a barely audible “Uh, hi Maddy.”
“What are you doing here, and where is”—she looked around the room, taking it all in—“Mark?” She jerked her head back to look at him, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. “Oh no, oh my God!”
“Maddy, I…” he didn’t know what to say.
“I went to get a drink of water after fucking Mark, and must have…” She shook her head in confusion. “You didn’t tell me it was you, and I just climbed onto your face and…” Her tone grew stern. “Why didn’t you stop me? I thought we were friends?” She slapped his face but couldn’t get a good angle from where she was and it barely made a sound. In a flash she rose and twisted her hips and then brought her hand back down, this time making a solid slap as her palm imprinted into his cheek.
As she sat back down onto him, James could only tell the truth, now terrified she was going to blame him for what she’d done. “I tried Maddy! You didn’t give me a chance. I… I couldn’t stop you.”
“You couldn’t stop me, or you didn’t want to stop me?”
James didn’t reply. It was a complicated answer considering all they’d just done, and she must have realized that, so they remained as they were in silence. She didn’t move to get off him, and he wasn’t about to do anything to upset her, so he lay perfectly still as the short angry breaths she’d taken when slapping him became calm and regular. Maddy sighed, then adjusted her position, pushing her ass cheeks harder onto his chest. Whether she realized it or not, that also inched her crotch a hair closer to his face. “Sex ruins friendships, and you’re my friend. I’ll never risk our friendship by having sex with you. Ever.”
Her words stung as they washed over him, removing any hope he’d harbored of ever having a chance with her.
Her tone had softened as she got over her shock, and maybe she could sense the sting of her words, and the confusion she was inflicting on him because what she said next made him feel better. “But this wasn’t sex. I know I had my part to play in it, and I know I definitely like how you licked my pussy after I did have sex.” She giggled at the last bit, then grew serious. “Mark, or any other man I’ve been with would never do that for me, but you did…”
She ran her fingers over his lips, dipping them for a moment into his mouth and over his tongue, then trailed them over his cheek, tracing the hot spot where she’d slapped him. She cupped his face and peered down intently at him, her words falling over him in a seductive whisper. “So tell me, James, did you like cleaning me? Do you think you could be my secret little pussy licker, and still just be friends?”
His cock was straining in his jeans in response to the sexual net she was casting over him, eager to experience her touch and explore her the way his tongue just had, but he knew it would never happen. She didn’t need his cock, that’s what her boyfriend was for. She needed his mouth, and all it was willing to do for her. James looked up at her, perched magnificently on his chest, her feminine form imperious as the smell of her wanton sex drifted out from under her skirt to fill his nostrils and burn into his brain. She looked more beautiful after sharing her orgasms with him than he could ever have imagined. He was no cumdump, but for Maddy and the chance to bring her more of the pleasure she just let him be a part of, he’d do anything she wanted. Over, and over again.
He cleared his throat but the enormity of his words and what he was agreeing to kept them to a hushed whisper.
“Yes.”
Maddy was beaming at him as she shuffled off him to stand beside his bed. She leaned over and for a moment James’ heart leaped with joy, thinking she was going to kiss him but then she brought her lips to his ear and whispered. Her breath was hot and moist, and her voice was practically a purr. “Good boy, because Mark’s having another party next week.”
She stood up, a wicked grin on her face and a mischievous glint in her eye as she held him with her gaze, making sure he understood just what she was telling him. Then Maddy turned and left his room.
The door closed with a soft click of the latch and James was left alone. With his thoughts, and his hand.
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