Miranda draws you

Unable to hide your smirk, you watched as Miranda shifted through the depths of the hat with shaky hands. For a brief moment, her captivatingly hazel eyes glanced up to meet your own, only to fall back in retreat as your visible confidence heightened the blush in her cheeks. Without another glance in your direction, Miranda completed the process of grabbing a name. A somewhat worn scrap of paper was held between her fingers, that she flipped and rotated in her grasp before reading.

"John," she said, your name sounding more like a plea than a declaration. Even with the power of your name in her hands, she still couldn't bring herself to look at you. Tilting your head, you snorted quietly in derision, shocked beyond words that the girl that you had once admired so distantly was now flustered by the mere thought of you.

Upon hearing that exhalation through your nose, Miranda finally snapped her head up again. A fire was in her eyes now, a wordless but sassy comeback to your teasing laughter. It seemed that the modicum of time and distance she had between herself and your huge dick had refilled her reserves of confidence.

That was good. After pining for her for so long, it would have been boring if she had just changed her personality instantly.

"I drew you John," she stated. It sounded like she was trying to act tough, although the blush in her pretty cheeks made that difficult.

"Alright," you shrugged, "get whatever you want, Miranda." As you spoke, you slouched further down in your seat, pushing your hips and your fat cock slightly further forward. One hand "absentmindedly" reached down to adjust yourself, shaking your cock before her very eyes. Just that brief shake of your twelve inches was enough to make Miranda bite her lip, before she tried to play strong again.

"What do you mean by that, John?" She asked, sounding halfway between playful and righteously indignant.

You, however, were not about to entertain any of her coy act.

"You fucking know what you want," you growled, your huge cock stiffening as you shamelessly glanced down at her perfect 36C tits. "Come and get it."

It seemed that you might have overplayed your admittedly impressive hand, however, as Miranda's brown brows sloped together indignantly.

"Pff, you know what, John?" She snapped, "you can Kiss. My. Ass!"

That last word was the loudest, resounding off the walls of Sarah's living room like the ringing of a bell. Every eye went wide at the brashness of her words. Tom and Matt looked quite pleased at her standing up to you. You had stolen all of their thunder, after all. Sarah and Nicole, meanwhile, looked more concerned for the Afterparty's vibe than anything else.

As for you yourself, you were unconcerned by Miranda's stubborn reaction. To your horny ears, it just sounded like Miranda was begging for you to touch her body.

"Okay, bend over," you smiled, licking your lips. Miranda's blush deepened at that, her eyes widening as she realized exactly what she said, but it was too late for her to go back now. For a moment, her pretty mouth opened and closed as if she was trying to argue, but then she fully comprehended the bed she had made for herself to lie in.

"You said it Miranda, you said it!" Sarah laughed, giggling beautifully as her friend's cheeks reddened deeper.

Miranda, for her part, didn't argue. Sure, she huffed and sighed, as if hoping that if she acted indignant enough then you would throw her a life line, but when that didn't work, she simply did what you told her.

Pointedly not looking at you, she turned in her seat until her knees were on the cushion and her hands rested on the back of the couch in front of her. The sweet curve of her ass, covered only by her short skirt, was aimed directly at you. Thin, pleated, material was the only thing that hid her pale ass from your lecherous eyes. Just that thought alone made your crush blush again, as she peeked carefully at you through the brown curtain of her silken hair.

You doubted that what she saw would have put her at ease.

Like a hungry animal, you stared at her. Your twelve inch cock twitched eagerly in your lap, for the brief moment that you were seated. After that, you got to your feet, stalking over to Miranda's presented rump. She blushed, cringed, and turned her head away as you got closer. Another irritated huff blew from her lips as she tried to act tough, but the way her elegant fingers tightened on the back of the leather couch betrayed her anxiety. Or maybe it was something else she was feeling.

Rolling your shoulders, you advanced on her, your eyes focusing on the trailing hem of her skirt. It didn't fall far down her legs, barely coming to the top of her juicy thighs, in fact. Just above, the the very edge of the bottom curve of her ass was visible, a tantalizing teaser for what was to come. Below that, were her cute feet in matching grey socks, crossed nervously at the ankles and with their soles pointed back towards you.

When you were right behind her, you knelt down and rested one hand on top of her hips, a brief shudder going through her that made her skirt quiver slightly before you. Just your breath was enough to make it sway now, and you were sure that Miranda could feel your exhalations tickling her inner thighs.

Before you dove in to complete your dare, however, you decided to flick your eyes up to someone who had been paying very close attention to you the entire time.

Nicole turned bright red when your eyes suddenly landed on her, a nervous squeak sounding in her throat as she hurriedly looked away. Her pale blue eyes had been trained on your cock ever since you'd stood up, something you had pretended not to notice as you had brought it closer to her. Now that you were right beside her, you couldn't resist catching her in the act.

For such a sweet, innocent, naïve, young woman, she really was spending a lot of time leering at your massive pecker. You'd always seen Nicole as more of a friend first and a woman second, but if she really was so curious about your dick, then maybe you could let her get some hands on experience with it sometime.

Turning your eyes back from her, you returned your attention to the task at hand. Miranda squirmed impatiently before you, your unexpected delay clearly having made her anxious. From side to side, her ass swayed gently, like she was subconsciously trying to draw your attention back to it. For a girl who didn't actually want this, she sure seemed eager for it to happen.

"Are you just gonna stare at it, or are you gonna do something?" She sighed, frowning at you over her shoulder through the corner of one eye.

With an invitation like that, you couldn't keep the girl of your dreams waiting a moment longer.

In a single movement, you flipped up her skirt, exposing both of her pert ass cheeks. Between and on top of them, the skimpy scrap of fabric that passed for a pair of panties hugged tightly to every toned inch of her body.

"H-hey!" Miranda tried to protest, scandalized by unexpectedly being **** to flash everyone behind her. Still holding on to the back of the couch with one hand, she reached down to try and flip her skirt back over her ass, but you moved first. Before she could push her skirt back into place, you pushed your face against her soft ass, so her skirt stopped atop your head.

Lips pressed against her cheek, teeth grazed her tender skin, and your hot breath gave her goosebumps. Feeling that you were doing your dare, Miranda's protests stopped.

"Mmmwah!" You smooched loudly, doing your best to give her ass a hickey.

"Okay, you kissed my ass, you can stop now," Miranda sighed, turning to look at you over her shoulder again, but you had only just gotten started.

Firmly, you kissed across the expanse of Miranda's ass towards her crack, smearing your lips over her body. Above you, she shuddered again, hands tightening hard on the back of the couch. Between her pale buns and beneath her underwear was your real prize, and you weren't about to stop until you reached it.

"W-wait," she muttered as you pulled her underwear aside (noting quietly to yourself as you did how it clung wetly to her slit below.) Right there, just before your nose, was her little balloon knot, practically begging for something to loosen it. Your tongue was more than happy to oblige.

Miranda's whole body stiffened, a squeak escaped her lungs, and her knuckles turned white on the back of her chair, as you slipped your tongue into her. The going was tough, her sphincter was so tight it was like trying to untie a knot with your tongue, but still you managed to **** your way inside. Once your lips brushed against the outer edge of her whole, you finally considered your dare complete.

Drawing back, you exhaled on to Miranda's freshly wetted butthole, smiling to yourself when it winked back at you. With a final glance at the tight and eminently fuckable sight, you released Miranda's panties, allowing them to snap back into place. The feeling of her panties returning to where they belonged between her thighs and covering up her shame seemed to snap Miranda back to reality.

Another sigh shook her shoulders, and as you drew yourself up behind her, she turned her head to glare at you once more.

"What the fuck did you do that for?" She whined, her anger undercut by how her voice quivered breathlessly.

"You wanted me to kiss your ass, I couldn't exactly do that with a skirt and panties in my way," you shrugged.

"You're an asshole," she shot back, her eyes dipping from your face mid-sentence as you stood up completely straight, and your massive cock appeared perilously close behind her.

"Well, I am what I eat," you laughed, "now hurry up and pull your skirt down, before I think of something else I can slip in your asshole."

That empty threat motivated Miranda to get moving, and she tugged her tiny skirt back over her sweet cheeks without another word. With that, your dare was complete, but rather than go back to your own seat, you decided to make yourself comfortable on the couch right in front of you. Throwing your arms back, you fell casually into place, right in the center of the couch, between Nicole and Miranda.

Nicole didn't move as you sat, she was too busy staring at your cock again. Miranda merely snorted, before shoving herself petulantly to the arm of the chair, far away from you, but nowhere near as far as she could have been. She might have acted offended, but you knew better. You had glimpsed beneath her panties, and seen just how slick her pussy had been. Right now she was acting tough, but the fact that she still sat on the couch beside you, showed that she had more conflicted feelings than she was letting on.

In that moment, how your crush felt was irrelevant, however. You still had a game to play, and it was your turn.

"Pass me the hat Sarah," you said, leaning forward and extending a hand for it. As she dutifully acquiesced, you took a brief second to glance at the two other people in the room. Matt and Tom still looked pissed, and your little joke about kissing Miranda's ass didn't seem to have mollified them. If anything, they just looked more annoyed.

If they decided to be spoilsports then they could potentially be quite a pain in your ass, but maybe there was a way for you to assuage their anger.

"Here you go," Sarah shamelessly purred, handing the hat over to you and leaning extra far forward to show off her cleavage at the same time. At least Sarah wasn't complicated. What that red haired slut had wanted had been obvious ever since you'd dropped your pants. You'd have to see about giving her what she craved, but only after you had drawn a name, of course.

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