Seeing your best friend's cock was a normal part of your life.

You had grown up with her your whole life, slept over a bunch of times when you were a kid, and now you had been living with her for years. Her being as shameless and lazy as she was meant you saw it all the time. Sometimes dangling out from under her sleep shirt when she got up in the morning, in her hand when she was peeing with the door open again, making a tent in her sweatpants while she played what was clearly some kind of hentai game.

Something had been different lately, though. It had gotten better - you got a job, and thus were home less often. You woke up earlier than her, and used your precious little time in the evening to unwind alone in your room. It was nice, not being around her for every waking hour of the day - even someone as important to you as she was could get a little grating sometimes. Then, somehow, you started seeing it all the time. She always had doors open now - when she showered, when she was changing, and especially when she was gaming or jerking off. When you got up for work you would inevitably see her morning wood poking through her sheets. It was almost inescapable when you were at home. And, weirdly enough, your eyes were always snapping to look at it. A 9-incher like that did generally command attention, but you had never regarded her dick with anything other than indifference before. Now, it was almost like you wanted to see it... sometimes, it would even give you a confused throb of lust. You had never thought of her like that, and didn't really want to.

Tonight, you wake up from something dripping on your face. The first thing you see is her thick, throbbing cock. It's right above you, leaking pre.

She looks down at you with an expression of surprise and embarrassment, which is quickly turned into a domineering smirk. "See something you like, slut?"

You can't move. She's sitting on your chest. Something is next to your head - a phone? You can hear a tone playing, and maybe some static or something. You can't tell. You don't understand what's going on.

"Don't worry, slut," she says with a derisive chuckle. "I'll be gentle with you."

She leans forward, her cock descending down on you. The dribble of delicious pre is thicker now, and her shiny cockhead is almost down to your lips. You could taste it, if you just put your tongue out...

By leaning over like that, she has freed your arms, and you quickly and easily push her off of you. Off of the bed entirely. You need to get away from her - you don't understand what's going on, why she's doing this.

The next part is a blur - she's upset, saying something that you can't process because your mind is completely blank. You feel numb. The look of disappointment and rejection on her face is clear, and it's the only thing you can focus on. You never wanted to hurt her like that... you wonder if this is a bad dream.

As the door slams, you drop back down to the bed. There's a lot to think about now... what do you do? Do you need to tell someone? It's not like it was that bad, just her dick in your face. God, her cock was really so close... You wonder what would have happened if you had slurped up that precum like a good slut. You don't think you want to find out, but you're also throbbingly, mind-numbingly horny. So wet it's seeping into your pajamas.

You can't sleep for the rest of the night. You masturbate furiously, and cum three times. They're the most shameful orgasms you've ever had. You don't know what you'll do now.