Making breakfast

Being so exposed while wearing a bikini was embarrassing enough. The bottom doesn’t hide any of my ass and it is clear to see my little chastity cage in the front. I am hating that my best friend has to see me like this, but not for what I thought about yesterday. I would have died before dressing like a woman yesterday but the reason why I hate how I look right now is that I am not fully prepared. So much of me is not feminine enough, hair on my legs, don’t have any make up; though I wouldn’t know the first thing on how to apply any. It is embarrassing how improper I look while trying to be feminine.

This is then compounded with a weird feeling, my heart skips a beat as Nathanial comes up behind me to smell the food I am cooking. He is my friend but I feel so oddly attracted to him. I have a girlfriend. She is the most beautiful woman in the world but I have these weird feelings. I needed to talk to her. Jenny can tell me what to do.

My thoughts get interrupted though. A hard smack on my ass with his hands staying there to squeeze my plump butt. Nathanial is groping me. Unashamedly and not even hiding it. “You got a great ass just like Jenny, I remember all the times she would let to play with her body. Squeeze her ass and play with her tits. Sorry you don’t have any for me to play with.” The hardest part about this is how I can feel the pain in my crotch as my little cock tries to get hard. Though the cage forces it to stay in its little soft state. Nathanial mistake the slight bending forward from the pain as an invitation to continue. “Yeah she would push her ass into me as well. Beg me to give my big black cock to her even while cooking.” His smirk could be seen a mile away as he then abruptly leaves me hanging.

The **** were reapplied in the coffee along with giving me a taste of his cum. It makes me want release so bad that I am willing to contemplate what I can do to cum. The urge to do so the hardest it has ever been in my life. Despite that I can feel my own frustration building as the cage is a harsh reminder I can’t get any. “Oh you guys must have gone at it like animals a lot. That’s cool. Breakfast is ready.” Plating up the eggs and bacon I pull the toast out of the toaster and place the plate down before getting my own food.

I am about to sit down across from Nathanial when he wags his finger and pulls a chair up next to him, patting it as an invitation to sit right next to him. Not wanting to be a party foul I come over, though as I am about to sit down, his hand is underneath me to receive the other cheek. Though a finger goes exploring while we eat. I am too embarrassed to ask him to stop, every time I feel like I have the courage to, I can feel my body wanting to cum and somehow the groping helps me get closer. The burning desire for release shutting me down from stopping Nathanial.

It was the finger tapping at my tight virgin little asshole that got me really worried. It kept sending shocks up my spine when his finger would play with it. Teasing me with a promise of entry to then just press against it. I am getting even more frustrated that I don’t get more, a weird pull towards wanting something more. This is all too much and I eventually finish my meal and stand up to start cleaning.

“Thanks baby girl. Cooking and cleaning. We are going to have a real fun weekend with you doing all of this. Jenny will be happy that we are getting along so well. Speaking of which. I think she wants to talk to you, she texted me while you were cooking. I am gonna do my morning workout routine, you finish cleaning and meet me at the hot tub. Oh and just to keep it simple there is a water bottle in the fridge labeled with your name. You drink from that as we always need to stay hydrated.” Nodding, I am unable to verbally communicate with such weird feelings floating around in me. Nathanial is my girlfriends ex and my best friend. I should not be wanting him to help me cum, already I have masturbated in the past too much to him fucking Jenny. No way I can ask for this.