A disappointed guest

Eventually the water ran cold and she was **** to get out. She began drying herself off with a towel. She realised she’d left her shirt out there. ‘Oh well, if he’s going to get another look at my tits, I might as well tease him a little! I’ll get him all excited and then leave him, that should get him back for cumming in my hair!’ she thought to herself. She grabbed a towel out of the cupboard and wrapped it around herself. She smiled, it was only just long enough to cover her butt and nipples at the same time. She walked out to find Bill still sitting in his chair. Her shirt lay on the ground about a metre in front of him.

“Whoops. Left my shirt out here,” she said casually, walking over to stand in front of Bill’s chair. She then bent over at the waist , keeping her legs straight. She felt the towel slide up her butt. She would definitely be giving Bill a clear view of her pussy. She grabbed the shirt and then gasped as she felt Bill’s hand stroke up her leg and then make contact with her pussy. Her pussy instantly reacted, having been craving attention since yesterday. Emily moaned softly.

“No, Bill, stop it! You’re breaking the rules! If you stop now I won’t tell Tom,” Emily whimpered.

“I’m not breaking the rules, he said I wasn't allowed to touch your privates if they were covered by clothing, and some stupid slut decided to take all her clothes off.”

“Oh fuck,” Emily moaned, remaining bent over as Bill rubbed her pussy. “I feel like, mmm, this isn’t what, ungh, Tom meant!”

“I’m certainly not going to be the one to tell Tom what we’re doing.” Emily moaned again and stayed in her bent over position. The idea of going behind Tom’s back just a little bit while technically following the rules felt so devious and was making her pussy gush. Bill inserted two fingers into her dripping snatch and began pumping them in and out. Emily whimpered as he slowly sped up until his fingers were sawing rapidly in and out, sending droplets of pussy juice flying everywhere. His pummelling pushed her forward, causing him to have to lean further and further forward. Suddenly he stopped and stood up.

“Let’s get a little more comfortable,” he said, grabbing Emily around the waist and hoisting her up. He carried her into his bedroom and dumped her onto the bed. She lay on her back, the towel crumpled underneath her. Bill climbed onto the bed next to her and got his hand straight back to work on her sopping pussy.

A few minutes later Emily was on the brink of cumming. Bill spotted the opportunity and leant in for a kiss. Emily managed to think past her impending orgasm and remember the rules. “No! No kissing, remember!” she cried desperately.

Bill cursed in his head, having been certain that Emily was too turned on to remember Tom’s rules. “Yeah yeah, but this isn’t kissing, is it?” he said, thinking quickly. He opened his mouth and let a large drop of saliva roll off his tongue and fall into Emily’s mouth. Emily felt like she watched the whole thing happen in slow motion, yet she made no move to close her mouth. She moaned as she tasted the now familiar taste of Bill’s mouth. She felt herself approach her climax and thrust her hips up into Bill’s hand.

Bill laughed at Emily’s wanton display. “You're **** for my spit, aren’t you slut?” Emily nodded ashamedly, keeping her mouth open. Bill sucked more saliva into his mouth and then opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue again. Emily quickly brought her head forward and lapped the saliva straight from his tongue. Even Bill was surprised for a second, leaving his tongue out for several seconds as she licked all over it. He tried to push forward and kiss her properly but she threw her head back out of his reach. Bill could only laugh at her strict adherence to the rules, despite coming as close as she could to breaking them, and definitely breaking them in spirit.

Bill increased the pace of his fingering, rapidly thrusting his middle two fingers into her while pressing down hard on her clit with his thumb. Emily pushed up hard against him, practically crushing her clit against his thumb. Soon she was cumming hard, her back arching and neck straining as a massive climax took over her body. Bill didn’t let up as she orgasmed, and his continued rough fingering kept her cumming for quite some time, squirting all over his hand as her vagina clenched over and over again around his fingers.

Eventually Emily collapsed back to the bed and Bill withdrew his hand. She lay on the bed, a distant look in her eyes, the occasional aftershock causing her body to quiver and spasm. After lying on the bed for a couple of minutes she jumped up. “Crap, I’ve got to go, Tom must be starting to worry by now. She dashed into the lounge room and quickly donned her clothes before rushing out the door without a backwards glance at Bill.

She ran across the street before slowing down as she reached the apartment door, took a few deep breaths and then opened the door and stepped through as calmly as she could. She found Tom sitting at the table, his laptop disregarded in front of him, his tapping his foot, his whole leg shaking. He jumped up as she entered. “Jeez, you took a while,” he said, trying not to show how worried he had gotten.

“Yeah, Bill sure takes his time to cum!”

“So, do you want to tell me what happened?” Tom asked, his excitement quickly taking over his nervousness.