Miranda (Sarah's sadistic scheme)

John laid the hat down on his right knee, whilst Nicole still occupied the other. The way he sat, half a dozen scraps of paper on one knee and the still blushing Nicole on the other, reminded Sarah of a scale. It was like Nicole herself hung in the balance and, even though he didn't realize it, John was about to make a choice between the two of them. His loving friend on one hand, and another **** roll of the dice on the other.

Or maybe looking at John just made Sarah think of a scale because he could probably do with stepping on one. That was probably it.

Regardless of Sarah's thoughts or Nicole's judgmental eye, John shoved his hand into the hat like it was a bowl of popcorn. The vigorous searching almost knocked it off his wide leg, but soon he found whatever piece of paper that he had been looking for. When he brought it up closer to his face to read, Nicole tilted her head to read it too, and her face fell even as his lit up.

Before he could announce it, Nicole stopped him with a delicate hand on his forearm. Wordlessly, she seemed to beg him to think, to reconsider whatever he was about to do, to reconsider who and what he wanted. A single delicate finger ran unsteadily down as chest, as she practically begged him one final time to notice her. His eyes followed that finger, down to where his t-shirt had ridden up, exposing the underside of his fat belly.

"Oh, thanks," he simply said, tugging his shirt down and then not giving Nicole a second glance. Her shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Miranda, my dear, I've drawn you again," he announced, obliviously bulldozing on from the closest thing to a sure thing that he was ever going to get. "Since, um, Sarah started the trend of daring someone to permit someone else to do something, I would like to take a leaf out of her book."

Miranda simply stared at him as he spoke, unsure and potentially uneasy about where he was going with this. Despite his earlier attempts to be a gentleman, he couldn't help but to stare lecherously back as he took a moment to take a breath. After Nicole had just about managed to make her cum, Miranda had stayed naked, something that obviously had not escaped the attention of every man in the room.

Since then, Miranda had crossed her legs demurely and gone back to covering her 36C tits with her arm, but there was still a tantalizing amount of bare and silky skin on display. Every inch of her long legs was on display, from her delicate feet to her ample thighs, her smooth and feminine midriff (that drove some guys wild) was on show, and the underboob and overboob that escaped her slender arm gave the impression that only a tiny censor bar was preserving her modesty.

Sarah was surprised that John had ever stopped looking at her since she had stripped down.

"Erm, I-I dare you to," John blushed, tearing his eyes away from his crush's perfect body before he got caught staring. "Well, since Nicole did such a good job doing this I-I would like it if. . . " he continued bumbling, dancing around the issue of his actual dare about as clumsily as he could. Finally taking a deep breath, he steeled his nerves, swallowed his fears, and looked right at Miranda.

"I dare you, if you would be happy to allow me, to let me kneel at your altar."

Silence followed his words. Not a shocked silence like he seemed to be expecting, but rather a very confused silence.

"Ha, what?" Miranda laughed, her eyes flitting from John to anyone else in the room, as if they might have been able to translate.

"I would like to drink from your furry cup," he clarified, without making things any clearer.

"Ew, what? My cup?" Miranda frowned at her glass on the table, as if looking for any sign of stray fur on it.

"N-no, I mean-" John stuttered to explain himself, but Nicole beat him to it.

"He wants to give you oral sex," Nicole translated blankly, staring at the wall as she spoke.

"Yes, that," John nodded and blushed, "If you would grace me with a taste, I mean."

Miranda paused for a moment, blinking as she looked at him, clasping his hands in his lap as he looked back like he was praying for her to say yes.

"Okay, sure, I guess," she shrugged, uncrossing her long legs and lowering her hips down in her seat to push her pussy forward, into a better position for eating. Her bare pussy, shadowed by a neatly trimmed bush of short brown hair, glistened between her legs. The remainder of the girlcum on her inner thighs had only just begun to dry, and now it was about to be joined by more fluids. At this rate, Sarah should probably get her friend a glass of water.

Someone else who looked like she needed a drink was Nicole, who glared into space and squeezed her hands into fists so hard her joints popped, as she stomped to her feet and out of John's way. Completely unaware of how he was breaking her heart, he dropped to his hands and knees and crawled to Miranda, like a whimpering beast.

From his hunched shoulders, to his shambling gait, he looked like an ugly and ungainly boar. It was not at all an appealing image and Sarah could tell based on the way Miranda cocked an eyebrow at his approach, that she wasn't exactly enthused by his line of action. That wasn't the only problem with John's idea, however.

Miranda was never going to turn down free head, but she had just came a few minutes earlier. Girls might not have a literal refractory period like guys, but they still usually preferred some time to recharge between sessions. John had set himself up for an uphill battle, without Sarah even having to influence a thing.

Before John had arrived at his destination in front of Miranda, Tom made his job even more difficult.

"Well," he whispered into Miranda's ear, "if anyone's gonna be good at eating, it's gotta be John, right?"

A burst of laughter nearly escaped her lips in response, whilst her body quietly tensed up, her knees knocking together as she tried to avoid cackling and embarrassing John. The joke wasn't even that funny, but knowing that she shouldn't laugh just made it harder for her to resist it.

When John finally finished crawling back to her, most of her laughter had subsided, and she was able to open her legs again even as she covered her mouth with one hand. Like a stray cat, limping home into it's cat flap, John pushed his way forward between her legs. Miranda had to open them further than she was comfortable with to fit his bulky frame, but soon John was face to face with what he had dreamt of for weeks.

Opening his gluttonous mouth, he brought his fat pink tongue to bare against her slit in much the same way that Nicole had earlier. In one long stroke, like sealing an envelope, he licked all the way up from the bottom of her slit to her clit at it's peak.

Rather than an instant growl of appreciation like Nicole's licking had earned earlier, however, Miranda merely sighed quietly. Even as John began to part her folds with his tongue, and ran his lips over the sensitive outer edges of her pussy, all she did was tilt her head and exhale again. The moment had simply passed, the best time to eat her pussy was twenty minutes ago, and right now there wasn't anything John could do to excite her.

Spurned on by her silence he resolved to try harder, smooching at her clit in it's hood and flicking his tongue rapidly from side to side, but it didn't work. When Nicole had been licking her, Miranda had almost subconsciously guided her to success by moaning and panting when Nicole found her sweetest spots, but with John she felt no desire to make any exhalation of pleasure. She just felt bored.

"Aw, at least he's trying his best," Tom muttered, just loud enough for John to hear. Huffing in response, he buried his face more fully in Miranda's muff, until his eyebrows were the only part of his face still visible. As Tom had spoken, he had leant closer to Miranda, so that his muscular shoulder was brushed against her naked one.

Yawning, much like she felt she wanted to, Tom put one arm around her shoulders in the classic smooth move. That put a smile on her face at least, a smile that broke into a girly giggle as she turned her head to see Tom's handsome face inches from her own.

"Maybe we can think of something to help John out," he whispered, before leaning forward the final few inches and stealing a kiss. Another giggle escaped Miranda's lips, before she puckered up and kissed him back. Just like that, the two of them began quietly making out, even as John obliviously did his best to lick at Miranda's pussy.

Sarah smiled as she saw things play out exactly how she would have liked, without having to so much as lift a finger herself. Miranda was falling for Tom, John was making a fool of himself, and Matt. . . Matt had been so quiet since she'd sucked Tom's dick that she had forgotten about him until that moment, despite sitting in his lap.

Swiveling in her seat, she turned to look at him, only to see that he was still in the same morose state as before. His eyes were downcast, almost invisible to her behind his glasses, and his trembling hands knotted together behind her back. Quickly hiding a cruel smile, she reached over and flicked him hard on the shoulder.

Instantly, he hopped out of his melancholy, looking up at her in shock as he rubbed his shoulder. "Are you still upset about that little blowjob I gave Tom?" She asked, "I just slobbered all over his dong, it's not a big deal." As she spoke, she rolled her eyes for emphasis.

"Besides, his big dick is gone now, so we can all just forget about it," she continued with a smile. The not-so-carefully worded reminders she interspersed throughout her words had their intended effects, making Matt's face look even more dour as he remembered just how much bigger than him Tom really was.

"Look, John knows that there's nothing wrong with a bit of oral between friends," as Sarah said that, she leant back, allowing Matt a view of John eating Miranda's pussy whilst Tom kissed her. The lurid display made his eyes widen, like he hadn't been paying any attention the whole time up until now. Tom had started groping Miranda's 36C breasts with one hand, while the other was still wrapped around her shoulders, all while John dutifully and cluelessly ate.

"Just looking makes me want to be treated like that," Sarah purred, already setting to work on sowing another poisonous thought into Matt's head. "You wouldn't mind having a little threesome, now would you?"

Matt was silent for a moment after that, his thoughts a blur. Obviously, he didn't want to share her, but he was also too weak to say "no" to his crush, while the sudden confirmation that she was apparently interested in sleeping with him made the blood rush to his head so fast he could hear it roar. Finally, he managed to speak.

"I-I w-would like to be the guy kissing you," he muttered, the closest thing he could think of to a suave line.
"Oh, of course baby, that can be arranged," she laughed quietly. "You can kiss me while Tom's rearranging my guts, you whiny little bitch," Sarah thought, already picturing how the tears would well up in his eyes as he watched a real man rail her.

Turning her back on him again, she settled in to watch the rest of the show, silently wondering when John would notice the true source of the change overcoming Miranda.

He certainly hadn't noticed it yet. Gleefully, he buried his face between her thighs, treating the slowly growing trickle of honey on his tongue as proof of his effectiveness. Grunts and groans of exertion accompanied his eating, as he threw himself more and more into his work. He even chuckled arrogantly as Miranda began to pant, before forcing his tongue back into her warming slit before he could realize the truth.

Above him, Tom continued to expertly kiss Miranda. His tongue tangled with hers, and his left hand on her chest tweaked her hard nipple just enough to make sigh against him. She was loving every moment of his attention, unlike John's amateurish efforts, which she could only tolerate.

"MMph yeah, just like that," Miranda moaned when Tom pinched her nipple to a hard point. Her pussy was actually starting to feel good now, as a familiar warmth began to build between her legs, stoked back to life by Tom dominantly seizing her lips with his.

"I'm glad you like it, I've been hoping to make you feel like this for-," John began to mistakenly accept the compliment, until he raised his head and saw her his crush happily making out with Tom. She didn't even noticed he'd stopped. She just kept making out with Tom, their lips smacking together and their tongues falling over each other as they explored each others bodies.

Snorting hard out of his nose, John shot to his feet and stormed away. At least, he tried to shoot to his feet. The process was more of a slow lumbering, like a tree falling in reverse. When he finally did get back up to tower above her, Miranda finally noticed. A blush filled her cheeks as she realized what she'd been caught doing, but Tom merely chuckled at the stormy face of John.

"I think your dare's done," he huffed, shielding his face as he stomped back to his seat. Once there, he received no pity from Nicole, who was clearly still bitter about how callously John had moved on from his last dare.

"Ooh, smart move John," Sarah thought, "leave your extra horny crush next to the hot guy she's been kissing." Everything was finally going her way, and she couldn't wait to seal the deal on banishing those two dorks by letting Tom bang her brains out alongside Miranda. Maybe Nicole would get involved to, so upset from being on the rebound from John that she'd let Tom's massive dick ruin her.

Miranda was the only one who seemed to have any empathy for John, and she even looked like she was about to say some sort of apology, until Tom preempted her.

"I think he's lost his appetite," he laughed into her ear, cutting off her apology before it could begin and making her giggle again.

Rather than let her try another time to say sorry, Tom grabbed the hat for her, depositing it into her lap as she closed her long, smooth, legs. "Thank you Tom," she murmured, still with his arm around her as she slowly sank a manicured hand into the hat.

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