An Opportunity

Tom pulls out of Miranda, his dick softer but still obscenely large. He collapses backwards into the armchair at the head of the table while his cum oozes out of Miranda as she catches her breath and shivers on the hardwood coffee table. The final orgasmic aftershocks run their course through her body and Miranda slowly finds herself able to think again. But when she does her thoughts are consumed by one thing. Toms outrageous dong and the incredible things it had done to her body, making her feel like nothing and no one had before. It was like Toms dick had tainted her very soul. Even now, mere moments after experiencing the best sex of her life she found herself fantasizing about what else that magical organ could do. She pictured all the different positions Tom could use her in, some that she'd only glimpsed in porn. She even thought about giving up her tight little asshole to him, something she never thought she'd even consider especially not with someone as hung as Tom.

Yet it only seemed right. After the breathtaking ecstasy he'd given her it was just fair that she pay him back and the only thing she had to offer was her body. The words sex **** echo loudly through her brain as if someone else had put them there, stoking a growing flame of arousal in her nether regions. The thought of being bound to worship and service Tom and his unearthly cock for eternity fills her with a warm glowing feeling, like she'd found her place in the world. Her nipples are diamond hard at the thought and she moves both hands to play with them, only to find her fingers are sticky.

Glancing down she realises that she's still glazed with Toms thick white cum. Scooping some up with her fingers she remembered how good it had tasted when Tom had shot it across her tongue. Without hesitating she scoops up as much as she can with her fingers before bringing them to her mouth and greedily sucking them clean. It tasted just as good the second time, like ambrosia flowing into her and pouring further fuel on the fire that was growing in her loins.

When she had painstakingly scooped and swallowed the last of the cum from her breasts she looked down herself again, searching for more of her new favourite food. Instead she saw something even more important to her. Her new obsession and the apple of her eye. Toms thick cock. It was soft now but still tantalising and she found herself drawn to it like a junkie to their fix. Instantly she slid forward off the table to kneel in front of Tom before crawling on her hands and knees between his legs.

Worshipfully cupping his dick with both hands Miranda planted a kiss on his shaft as delicately as if she were kissing a lovers cheek. A strong hand rests on the back of her head causing her to look up, where she meets Toms gaze. His eyes are cold and hard but looking into them inexplicably turns the fire she felt smouldering in her core into an expanding inferno. "Please" she whines, lightly kissing his shaft again "give me more, master."

"I'm afraid you'll have to wait a while, whore. Normally I'd be ready again but it's been so long I must have over indulged myself with your body." Mirandas shoulders slumped in disappointment, the thought of waiting even a moment for another mind-blowing session filled her with despair. "Come up here" Tom continued, cutting short her sorrow "And tell me how I should use you."

Squealing with delight Miranda immediately rises to her feet and climbs into Toms waiting lap, straddling his crotch with her nude thighs, his cock nearly brushing against her lower lips. Then she began talking, detailing her newfound fantasies and fetishes to him like the dirtiest mall santa in the world and as she spoke Tom pressed his face between her impressive breasts and motorboated her. When Miranda mentions in her rambles how she wants him to deflower her virgin ass he stops her. "Open your mouth" he commands and she wordlessly obeys without waiting for an explanation. Tom puts two fingers between her open lips that she happily sucks on for a moment before they're pulled away.

She looked down at him, puzzled for a second until suddenly her eyes went wide as she felt an intrusion in her backdoor. Tom was slowly working his two lubed fingers into Mirandas tight rosebud, rubbing them around her virginal ring. His movements were slow and small at first but it was more than she'd ever felt there in her entire life and she felt her pussy start to leak. A leak that grew into a waterfall as Tom told her to keep talking before burying his head into her bosom again.

Mirandas whole world were those two probing fingers as she started babbling about what she wanted Tom to do. All the positions she wanted to take his cock in, all the places she wanted him to cum, how she wanted to service him everyday and especially how she wanted him to break her little ass with his big python. She was so lost in her dirty talk that she paid no mind to the sound of creaking floorboards behind her or a muttered word, she only stopped prattling about Toms cock when suddenly his hands fell limp and his fingers left her ass. Leaning back she saw Toms eyes were closed like he was asleep.

She looked around confused, until she glanced behind herself and saw you, standing with your hands on the Ouija board and a grief stricken look on your face.