Morning with Tom

Nicole woke up leisurely to a very nice feeling between her legs and a memory of a present dream slowly fading from her brain. Glancing down the bed to see what was making her feel so good she saw a hunched lump moving beneath the covers and for a moment she thought her dream had come to life. "Mmm, John." She moans dreamily as you lap wryly at her slit. "Pfft!" The shape laughs derisively making her eyes go wide as she throws back the sheet with dawning horror. There between her legs isn't sweet John, it's her worst enemy, nuzzling her clit with his nose and burying his tongue in her drooling pussy. Tom shoots her a wink but keeps eating her out, as Nicole realizes that everything that happened wasn’t just a bad dream, she really did give her virginity to the guy she hates most.

Clamping her thighs shut around his head Nicole tries to pull away from him but his strong arms hooked under her thighs stop her. With ease he holds her in place and pulls her dripping slit back up to his lips. "No point acting coy now," he chides her, briefly withdrawing his skillful tongue from her sensitive folds, "not after you shook this cute little butt on my cock last night." With that image freshly renewed in Nicole's mind Tom reburies himself in her pussy, devouring her wet snatch like he was starving. Nicole tries to think of something to say to that but instead just gives up and sinks back on to the pillow. Everything he said was true after all, and he was as good at licking her pussy as he was at pounding it. "Fuck you Tom." She sighs as she closes her eyes and succumbs to his masterful ministrations.

With skill and dedication Tom kept lapping at her plump folds, making her coo gently and squeeze the pillow between her hands. Briefly she tried to get lost in her fantasy again, reimagining that it was you between her legs instead, but it wouldn't work. Now all she could picture was Tom's smugly handsome face as that arrogant, sexist douche turned her whole body into putty in his hands. With his lips still pressed to her lower ones, like he was making out with her pussy, Tom began to raise Nicole's lower body. Slowly at first, just pulling her up so he could plumb deeper into her sensitive depths, but then higher so that he was kneeling instead of laying on his stomach. Soon her feet were the only part of her lower body touching the bed, the rest of her hauled up so that Tom was almost sitting upright as he tongue-fucked her pussy.

With only her head and shoulders on the bed Nicole warily glanced up at Tom, her hazy blue eyes refocusing on his perfectly symmetrical face as he continued to tongue her pussy. Fortunately for her his eyes were closed so she could inspect his striking features without fear of being observed. Tom had always been hot, although Nicole had been loath to admit it, but now with his lips and tongue worshipping her tender vagina he looked to Nicole like an Adonis. When Tom opened his eyes Nicole blinked and looked away but she could tell by the way his grip tightened on her thighs and his tongue teased her with renewed vigor that he had noticed her looking, a thought that made her disloyal pussy gush so much that it was surely dripping down his chin.

After only a few more minutes of oral bliss Nicole's hands were kneading at her pillows like a stretching cat as another orgasm seemed to barrel down towards her. Part of Nicole wanted to tell Tom to back off, that she could finish herself off as she had done on so many lonely nights thinking of you, but his dominant position above her combined with his well-trained use of his tongue made Nicole's arguments die before she could voice them. Instead, her heels crossed lazily behind his back as she resigned herself to yet another orgasm at Tom's hands, a fate that would have enraged her once now seeming like a pleasant inevitability.

Until there was a knock at the door.

Hearing that Nicole's eyes flew open, her entire body jolting on the bed so much so that if Tom hadn't had a good grip on her legs she might have bucked him off like a horse. “Shit, who is that?!” She moans breathily, her voice sounding weaker and higher than she expected due to her proximity to orgasm. “Who cares?” Tom grunts before nibbling at her clit so well that her toes curl and she almost agrees with him. It's only after a second, more insistent, knock that Nicole snaps out of it and realizes that this visitor isn't going away.

"Fuck, it's probably John." Nicole sighs as she regretfully pushes Tom's mouth away from her slit, a knot of anxiety forming in her stomach. John, her best friend and the worst enemy of the man who just spent the night and the morning fucking and tonguefucking her wet little box. If John found out all the things she'd let Tom do to her after years of professing to hate his sexist guts she knew they could never look at each other the same again. Unhooking her ankles, she spreads her legs off of Tom's shoulders so her lower half falls back to the bed with a thud. As she moves to get up, she glances down herself and notices that Tom is still naked too. Now led on the bed once more his thick throbbing cock is positioned so perfectly between her legs it was as if she had planned it. For a moment all she can think about is that huge fuckstick penetrating her wet pussy again, making her feel incredible like it had pounding into her last night. Then the moment passes and she's able to roll off the bed and on to her feet.

"You'll have to hide." She tells Tom while making for the door, only to turn around and see he's hot on her heels. "What are you doing?" She whispers, her words catching in her throat as he towers over her and she remembers just how big he is. "I'm going to hide right here." As he speaks he takes her wrist and hip in his strong hands and drags her without resistance toward the door. Easily manipulating her slender body Tom positions her as if she was about to answer the door while he stands just behind it. "And I'm going to hide this," he grabs his hard cock, "right here!" With that he grabs Nicole's thigh and wrenches it upward, pushing his cocks home against her wet pussy. He has to drop his hips to be low enough to line up with her pussy but once he does his fat helmet smooches against her ready and waiting lips while her ankle rests on his shoulder.

Nicole was so shocked and shamefully aroused by his sudden advance that she scarcely made a sound as he moved. Her only regret was that he hadn't gone further, slamming himself into her and claiming her waiting body once more. "God, you're the worst." She sighs, pretending that she completely despised him although really she loved almost 12 inches of him. "Well, what are you waiting for?" She adds, trying to sound frustrated even though her body is secretly aching for his. The mask of cold annoyance she wears as she looks back at him slips slightly as his hips move forward to penetrate her again. Her glare softens and her lips go from a straight line of indignation to a cute pout. With ease his fat cock sinks back in to her formerly tight and virgin hole, now getting more and more accustomed to welcoming Tom's dick. "Mmph, just a second." She calls out to the person on the other side of the door, doing her best to turn her submissive moans of pleasure into a useful vocalization.

Only when Tom has completely buried his dick inside her does Nicole think about condoms again. Far too late of course, as his purple helmet bashes threateningly against the entrance to her womb. She'll just have to trust him to pull out before he cums. "Or let him cum inside her, pumping her fertile pussy with his hot, dangerous seed. Knocking her up like a true whore and breeding her like an alpha male breeds his needy bitches." A part of her brain whispers that she only discovered existed after she first let him fuck her. Doing her best to shut that part down and ignore what was happening between her legs Nicole leans forward so that she'll only be visible through a crack in the door once it opens. She doesn't want you or anyone to see her this way, but it feels too good to stop.

Glancing quickly back to Tom she delivers a final plea. "Just fuck me gently." She begs in a plaintive whisper before turning the doorknob with shaking hands.