Bianca can't fight it any longer...

Thomas was surprised to see Bianca when he opened the door.

The girl didn’t look right and he took a tentative step back as he looked at her. She was basically naked, something he still took a second to get used to each time he saw the girls, the purple panties he’d seen in the weird bowl downstairs her only clothing, though they looked twisted as though she’d put them on in a hurry.

She was panting and flushed, her taut little stomach flexing and relaxing as her perfect tits rose and fell in enticing, hypnotic rhythm. Her hands were balled up and she was shaking, her lips were parted in arousal and her eyes were just staring glassily almost through him as she gazed at his crotch. Bianca never even glanced up at his face and the girl’s thighs rubbed together at the sight of him.

Thomas’ had never seen anything like it; she was the epitome of sex on legs, looking ****, animalistic and needy…

“I need to see it” her voice same out pathetic and ****, she was trembling.

“Hi Bianca” Thomas said, folding his arms trying to fake smug confidence. He had no idea exactly what her plan was, and she was kind of scaring him. He’d seen Pamela like this in the attic a few days ago, but Pamela had thrown herself at him… Bianca seemed to be fighting every step of the way.

“I need to see it” she said again, not looking up at him, her eyes were glued to his crotch and she was licking her lips weakly.

“See what?” Thomas asked slowly, teasingly, aching out the moment just so he could look at her like this and commit the sight to memory.

The slap came out of nowhere and Thomas took a step back, seeing stars.

“Don’t get the wrong idea… T-this isn’t about you… you… you asshole…” Bianca said, and Thomas could tell she was fighting herself. The words she was saying had no conviction to them, the poor girl was losing!

“It’s about my cock?” Thomas asked arrogantly, composing himself from the slap and bracing for any more she might direct his way so he could anticipate them. Just the mention of the word made the girl jump.

“I need to see it…” Bianca said again, her voice had dropped into a kind of whine now, she sounded like a child begging for candy. “Let me see it”

“No” He said flatly, deciding to push this as far as he could. He anticipated the next slap and caught her delicate hand by the wrist, holding it firmly. The whimper she made was so perfect Thomas thought he would cum if he heard it again.

They stood like that for several moments, neither saying anything, him holding her wrist as she trembled and squirmed and then finally relented, tears in her eyes she looked up at him. “Please…”

Thomas’ growled in pleasure, he couldn’t suppress it, before he made a show of undoing his belt and dropping his pants and boxers to the ground, the full length of his erection springing free for Bianca’s eyes.

The effect on the girl was immediate and dramatic. Thomas watched her body quake, her knees buckling as she rocked and he realised if he hadn’t had hold of her wrist she probably would’ve dropped to her knees like she was going to worship his cock or something.

For Bianca this was a release in itself, just seeing it again made her shudder, her heart pounding as everything went in slow motion. It was so sexy, so powerful; she couldn’t focus on anything else while she was looking at it.

“Oh god…” Bianca gasped quietly to herself, unaware even that Thomas could hear her. She could feel it, she’d made a mistake, the fire she felt for Thomas’ cock needed feeding but it hadn’t needed gasoline! She’d wanted to scratch the itch but it was like she’d released a beast inside herself and she shook pathetically, her hand reaching out to touch the object of her obsession.

It was like she was hypnotised by it and Thomas playfully smacked her hand away, “Nah uh, you said see it, not touch it… if you want to touch it you have to do something for me”

Bianca whimpered and nodded like she was in a dream, or a nightmare. It didn’t matter what Thomas wanted, seeing it wasn’t enough… just one little touch, she was sure, would be enough to satisfy her and kill the growing desire she was feeling.

“Ok…” she agreed breathlessly as Thomas started backing up into the privacy of his bedroom and the helpless girl tentatively followed, stepping over his abandoned pants, mesmerised. The door swung slowly closed behind them as he guided her to the edge of his bed where he sat, cock springing up and then gently eased her onto her knees in front of him.

“You can touch it, but I want to fuck you and then I want to cum on you” Thomas said plainly.

The idea of him fucking her… cumming on her caused panic, repulsion, fear and pure powerful arousal to explode through Bianca, her need for his cock surged; she knew she shouldn’t… she couldn’t… she loved Nick… and yet she knew somewhere, deep down, she loved Thomas’ cock too and that burning desire was growing exponentially with every passing second that she could see it.

Bianca’s actions were her answer; she reached out and started lovingly stroking the throbbing cock in front of her. Her touches accelerated in speed quickly, each tough stoked the fire of need she felt even more, making it grow more and more and more… Thomas groaned in pleasure at the feel of Bianca’s delicate fingers on his dick; his mind briefly turning to a thought of Pamela but he smiled, purring into himself that she had accepted this. He’d done it… he’d gotten both girls to come to him… he’d gotten them both to want his cock more than anything in the world…

Bianca hungrily pulled his cock between her lips, she didn’t care, she needed to taste it, she needed it inside her.