Herself

Three big shocks

Nicole's nostrils flared as she read the slip. "Me. You drew me," she sighed, before irritably tossing the paper back. Even from across the room you could see that she was not pleased at the thought of being at Tom's mercy. Tom, meanwhile, is clearly happy about this turn of events. "I said you were my lucky charm," he grinned, using his arm around Nicole's slender shoulders to squeeze her closer to him. Nicole just huffed and put a hand on his chest to push herself away, but Tom was easily able to restrain her. As he meets her cold gaze, his smile widened even further.

"Y'know, I don't think you've been very grateful for that leg-shaking orgasm I gave you," he drawled, making Nicole blush as she glared at him. "I think I deserve some gratitude," he continued, sitting forward as he spoke so his face was closer to hers. "I want you to thank me," he finished, staring into her eyes as they both refused to blink.

"Thanks," Nicole spat quietly before quickly looking away, but Tom wouldn't let her get away that easy. "Nuh-uh," he chided her. "I need to know exactly what you're thanking me for. You could just be saying thanks for keeping you warm with my arm around you, or for gracing your face with my cock," he continued needling her, making Nicole's cheeks blush and brow furrow until she looked like a cartoon ready to spew steam out of her ears.

"I want you to say: “thank you sir for making me cum." When I'm satisfied you're thankful enough then your dare is over," as he spoke Nicole balled her hands into fists, and for one glorious half second you think she's about to punch him. Nicole was nearly two feet shorter than Tom and over 50 pounds lighter, but in a fight you still wouldn't bet against her. Instead, those fists relaxed with a tense exhalation from Nicole's button nose.

"Thank you-" she began whilst looking straight forward, only to be cut off by Tom. "No, I want you to look at me," he stated, reveling in Nicole's annoyance. She glared into his eyes, her cheeks turning redder before she even starts. "Thank you-" she starts, her voice trembling now that she actually has to look at him. "Sir," she spat the word out like it was hurting her, pouring all of her hatred of Tom into it (hatred that was clearly not tempered by him eating her pussy until her legs shook). "For making me cum." That final word was a half whisper as you watched her cringing in embarrassment, looking away from Tom as quick as she could, but still he was not satisfied.

"Louder. I didn’t hear you!" He commanded, almost yelling at her like a drill sergeant. Rather than argue anymore, Nicole turned to look at him again, her cheeks completely crimson. "Thank you sir for making me cum!" She yelled so loudly that even the neighbors might have heard that Tom made her cum.

"Fuck, you’re cute when you’re pissed," Tom chuckled, making Nicole's eyes go wide as she somehow looks even more embarrassed. She turned away from him again but not before he lays a hand on her blonde head, patting her condescendingly. "You can get some more of that any time you want babe. You’ve got a tasty little pussy," he growled in a low whisper that was still plenty loud enough for you all to hear. A fact Nicole is probably aware of as she cringed again and sank down in her seat, wishing the earth could open up and swallow her. When Tom creeps a hand down her neck to her bare back she suddenly leans forward and snatches the hat off the table, but when she sits back Tom's arm reestablishes itself around her shoulder with his hand inches from her nude chest.

For once you agree with Tom, although you really wish you didn't. "He better not lay a finger on her." You think possessively, even though Tom has already done much worse than that. He's laid dozens of kisses all over the most intimate regions of her body. Still sat next to the asshole, Nicole looks like she is about to have an aneurysm. She naturally wants to be pissed at Tom for so many reasons, but doing so would be almost giving him what he wants.

You're about to call out to encourage her, when Miranda blocks your view. "Something wrong John?" She asked, cocking her head at you whilst shoving her 36C bust into your face. Those perfect tits, tits you had literally dreamed of, now completely naked and inches from your eyes were just enough to derail your train of thought. As you took a deep breath and looked up at Miranda, she traced her wet pussy against your throbbing cock again. "Aren't you glad I won that little competition John?" She whispered, still rocking her hips against your body. "Being stuck here with stuffy old Nicole would be no fun," she continued. "Maybe some time with Tom could "loosen" her up a little," Miranda tittered.

You know that she's goading you, but it still works. Almost without thinking your hands grab her firmly by the hips, eliciting an excited gasp from your crush. Meanwhile, your big and freshly rehardened cock throbbed against her, contributing to your confusing whirl of mixed feelings. With a forceful sigh, you relinquish Miranda's hips, instead moving your hands around behind her to grope her bountiful ass like a stress toy. You fill each hand with a cheek whilst you wait for Nicole to draw a name. Hopefully, something to get her away from Tom.

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