A visitor and three rules

Nicole awoke with a start in the morning to the unexpected feeling of someone else's skin under her fingertips. Quickly opening her eyes she sees Tom still fast asleep and all her memories of last night come flooding back. "I can't believe I did all that." She thinks with a blushing smile as she remembers fucking Tom twice and not just allowing him to cum inside her, but encouraging him too. As she reminisces about his dick her eyes naturally trail down his body towards it, grazing over a telltale bulge in the sheets. "Of course he's got morning wood, the perv." She thinks, while her own body reacts strongly to the sight of his semi erect bulge.

"Maybe I can have some fun with this." She muses, gently throwing a leg over Tom's body and maneuvering carefully upward so her thigh brushes against his dick and balls. As surreptitiously as she can she rubs her leg against it, coaxing Tom into a full erection for some plan her still awakening mind had only half baked. Maybe she thought he'd be embarrassed if he woke up with a full hard on, maybe she just wanted to touch his cock again. Regardless Nicole kept up her gentle grinding and watched with rapt attention as the bulge in the sheets grew and grew, eventually becoming a steep white peak like a mountaintop.

When she sees his cock is about as hard as it's going to get she considers getting him off while he's still asleep. Convincing him that he had a wet dream might be funny. But before she can start on that however Tom stirs next to her. Closing her eyes Nicole lies still as Tom groggily wakes up. When he stretches his neck and yawns Nicole uses that as an excuse to "wake up" too. "Good morning." She mutters, feigning sleepiness. "Whoa, are you hard you perv?" She exclaims when her knee "accidentally" brushes against his erection. "What, it's natural or are you such a prude you don't know what morning wood is?" Tom replies sounding completely unflustered, much to Nicole's dismay. "Are you not a little ashamed to be getting hard for nothing like a teenage boy?" She asks, nudging his hard cock with her leg for emphasis. "Are you not embarrassed that your nipples are hard for nothing like a slut?" He shoots back, drawing Nicole's attention to her little glass cutters digging into his side.

Nicole just blushes and doesn't respond, she's too flustered from having the tables turned on her to think of a decent comeback. "So, since we're both horny perverts how about I fuck you this time?" Tom asks bluntly, clearly not interested in anymore verbal sparring. "This time? You've already fucked me twice, and came first twice." Nicole replies, confused by what he means but still more than happy to rub her superiority in his face. "Nah, you were on top both times, so you fucked me. If I was on top then I could last way longer easy." He explains, placing a strong hand on her thigh as he does. Nicole seriously doubted his logic, it sounded like just another excuse for why he was a quick shot, but those strong hands of his creeping along her body did make the prospect of letting him take charge tempting. Or at least pretending to let him. Nicole was confident after besting Tom easily twice that there was no position he could fuck her in which she couldn't leverage for herself to make him finish first. With all that in mind Nicoles hand goes to the base of his cock and her lips part to agree to his terms.

But before she can make a sound a trio of knocks ring out from the door. "Hey Nicole, are you in there? Sarah said you probably crashed here last night." John's voice rings out, shocking Nicole's hand off Tom's cock. "Fuck!" Nicole whispers as she pushes herself up in bed. "Just a second John." She calls out, hoping her voice didn't sound as stressed as she felt. Still laying in bed Tom smirks at her obvious panic until she begins pushing him to the side. "Get up! You've gotta hide!" She hisses at him, terrified at the thought of John catching her in bed, naked, with his worst enemy. Savoring Nicole's nervous energy he strides behind the door and leans against the wall, less than a foot from John but probably out of view from the doorway. "Not there you idi-" She begins to spit at him but Johns voice cuts her off again. "Is everything alright Nicole?" John asks, knocking on the door again. "Yeah everything's fine, just a sec." Nicole answers, glaring at Tom as she realizes she's out of time as she opens the door a crack, strategically keeping her naked body hidden behind it.

"Hi John." Nicole greets him through the gap in the door, quickly looking him up and down. His clothes look a little disheveled and there are faint dark circles under his eyes but beyond that he seems in good spirits. "Hiya Nicole. You took a while." He comments drily, feigning checking his watch. "Oh sorry, I was still in bed." Nicole explains, omitting the details of what she was doing in that bed. "Oh sorry." John echoes her. "I didn't realize. I just wanted to check up on you. A lot happened last night and I wanted to make sure you felt okay." As John expands on why he came Nicole can't help but smile at how sweet it is. "I'm fi-" Her words catch in her throat as she feels those familiar strong hands from behind the door grabbing her ass. "Nicole?" John asks, confused by her sudden halt. "I'm fine. Just had something caught in my throat." She continues, her words faltering a little as that dumbass Tom gropes up and down her body.

"H-how are you?" Nicole asks, doing the polite thing even while silently wishing for John to leave already so she can deal with Tom. "I'm good thanks, just kinda tired. Oh and, thanks for giving Miranda that last dare." He replies, struggling to make eye contact with her through that last sentence. "Don't mention it." She says as she feels two fingers pushing against her wet pussy, threatening to slip inside her. "Apparently Matt and Sarah got together too." John continues, oblivious to Nicoles struggle to control herself. "That's great." Is her strangled reply. "Sorry, I didn't mean to rub it in or anything." He apologizes, rubbing his neck while Tom rubs her pussy. "At least you didn't do something crazy like shack up with Tom." John jokes whilst Toms fingers sink deeper inside her, making her squeeze the doorknob so hard her knuckles go white.

Despite Nicoles strained silence John keeps talking, apparently needing to get a few things of his chest. "To be honest I'm glad that jerk got what was coming to him. Maybe spending the night alone like that after all his big talk will teach him not to be such a sexist douche." John rants, completely unaware of where Tom spent the night, or what he was doing to Johns best friend right under his nose. Nicole feels a strong hand lifting her leg up by the underside of her knee, opening her stance to grant better access to her pussy. Rather than try to fight and risk exposing her secret partner she just bites her lip and tries her best to keep a straight face until John finally leaves. "Speaking of which, where is that asshole? Sarah said you'd probably know and I'm supposed to wake him so he can get out the house. Sarah says she wants to start cleaning before noon." With Tom's fingers still inside her and his thumb searching for her clit Nicole takes a breath to steady herself before she answers. "Yes, I know exactly where he is. Don't worry, I'll tell him."

"Are you sure you're alright Nicole, You're blushing?" John asks, concerned again. "Yes, I'm fine. I'm just... still naked." She explains, while Tom does his best to make her scream in front of John. "Oh shit. Yeah of course you are." John replies with a blush of his own. "Do you want me to get your clothes from downstairs?" "YES! I mean, yes p-please." Nicole is finding it hard to speak now, Tom's cruel actions have teased her to the point that her legs are getting weak. "Just leave them outside the door." She finishes, slamming the door shut while John shrugs and heads downstairs. Turning to the man on this side of the door Tom pulls his fingers away from her trembling body and smirks at her again. That arrogant look that she had always hated. Now she had one more reason to hate it.

Putting her hands on his shoulders Nicole reels back and launches a violent knee right between his legs. Instantly Tom folds, making a noise somewhere between a man throwing up and a deflating balloon as he sinks to the floor. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Nicole hisses, trembling with arousal and indignant rage. "Do you think real life is some lazy porn you moron?" She spits, resisting the urge to literally kick him while he's down. After that perverted stunt he just pulled Nicole considered leaving him there cradling his bruised jewels and never sparing him another thought. Tom had just given her a very clear reminder of why she hated him in the first place, but despite that she had already tasted the forbidden fruit and she knew she couldn't just give it up now. "Besides," she thought "maybe I can teach him something, or at least bring him to heel."

"Let me make a few things clear," She begins. "This, whatever it is, stays between us. If you breathe a word of this to any of your asshole friends it is over. If John finds out then it is over and I will knee you so hard this will look like foreplay. Second, we are not exclusive. I don't care what you do with who and you won't care who else I see. Third, I am not your girlfriend. This is purely physical, if you didn't have such a nice cock I'd have walked out that door by now. You can call me your fucktoy or your cumslut or whatever but you can't call me your girlfriend. Got it?" As Nicole laid out her rules Tom had slowly recovered, rising back to his feet in front of her. "Got it." He mutters weakly, still looking sick. "Good." Nicole replies with a smug smile. She'd meant to leave it there but he looked so forlorn, and his cock looked so appetizing that she couldn't resist.

"Now let me kiss it better you big wimp." She murmurs while dropping to her knees and gently cradling Toms balls. Maybe the blow had made blood run to the area but Tom's cock was already mostly erect by the time she brought her soft lips to it's tip. Running a hand along his shaft she kisses his tip sweetly, lapping at it with her tongue as she does. Slowly Nicole parts her lips and begins to move forward, taking in a little more of Toms big cock a few centimeters at a time. Tom had grimaced as Nicole took his cock between her lips, concerned that she had another painful surprise in store for him, but as her gentle lips pleasured his cock he relaxed a little and gingerly placed a hand on her head. Ignoring that hand Nicole kept bobbing her head on as much of his cock as she could, her nimble tongue licking at the underside of his shaft as she moved.

Moving her head back Nicole pulled Tom's member out of her mouth, half his length now glistening with her saliva. "Let me kiss these better too." She told him, leaning down to plant her lips on his still tender balls while still stroking his dick with one hand. Slowly she slathered his balls with sloppy kisses, slipping her tongue out to coat them with her spit just like she'd done with his cock. When she's kissed almost every inch of his ball sack she sits back again and returns her focus to his, now throbbing, cock. Looking up at him bedroom eyes she takes his cock in her mouth again, forcing her lips down, down, down, until his bulbous tip collides with the back of her throat. Using that as a high water mark she rapidly moves her head along the rest of his cock, gagging a little when his tip tickled her tonsils but otherwise keeping up a quick and constant pace. It doesn't take much more of that before Tom grunts a warning about his impending climax.

Grabbing him tightly by the balls and the base of his dick Nicole rips her mouth off of him and pins him with a deathly stare. "What are the rules?" She asks, squeezing his genitals threateningly. "Fuck." Tom groans in shock at his denied release. Concerned about what Nicole might do to his junk this time he answers quickly. "You're not my girlfriend." "Right." "We're not exclusive." "Good." "Don't tell anyone." "Perfect, now you can cum." When Tom answers correctly Nicoles demeanor changes completely, going back to a much more sexual mode as she bites her lip and jerks Tom's big dick with both hands. When Tom warns her this time she just smiles and moans; "Cum for me you stud, cover me in it!", before opening her mouth wide and laying her tongue against his tip. As Tom cums he sprays his load over Nicole's face, marking her cute features with lines of white. With every burst some drips and dribbles into her open mouth, pooling on her waiting tongue. It tasted better than she had expected for some reason, she wouldn't be surprised if Tom did something cheesy like eating pineapple 'for the ladies'. Squeezing out the last of his load on to her tongue she makes a show out of swallowing before finally releasing his flaccid member.

The two of them stay silent for a second until Nicole realizes something. "For gods sake, now I need another wash. I'm practically living in Sarahs shower at this point." She complains as she gets to her feet, catching sight of her reflection in the dressers mirror to her side as she does. Tom's cum is across her nose, on her cheeks and even in her hair. If she didn't know better she'd think she was looking at a picture of a slut rather than herself. Turning her back on that for now she looks at Tom. "Go check if the coast is clear so I can get to the shower." She tells him, opening the door ready. "I'm naked too." He replies, gesturing down at himself. "Yeah, but your clothes are in there anyway dummy." Nicole explains, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him towards the door. "Oh, and if my clothes are out there pass them in to me." She adds as she pushes Tom out, remembering what she sent you to do earlier.

Once Tom is outside there's a moments pause before her clothes fly through the door in a ramshackle pile. Closing the door she looks through them carefully but finds that her panties are 'mysteriously' missing. "I should have hit him harder." Nicole sighs as she realizes who undoubtedly has them. Tossing on her jeans and her top she waits for the all clear, mopping up the worst of the cum with a tissue although she can't clean her hair without a shower. When Tom calls for her she barges past him and into the shower, cleaning his cum off herself for the third time in just a few hours.