Tom (Sarah's sadistic scheme)

Like plucking a hair, Sarah drew a name from the hat and read it. Tom. It wasn't exactly who she was thinking of, but he would do fine as a tool of vengeance, and she knew just how to use him. "Tom," she purred his name. Before she continued she put his name back in the hat and tugged up the blanket again. While he waited for her to tell him what to do, Tom sat forward and cracked his knuckles, looking in every way like Sarah's willing goon.

"Tom," she repeated, "since my puppies are going away, I think it's only fair if we bring another pair out to play." As she spoke Tom's grin grew wider, his eyebrows raising as he tried to guess exactly what Sarah had in mind. She didn't give him long to wonder. "What I want you to do, is to take Miranda's shirt and bra off."

There was a palpable shift in the air when she said that, and she felt Matt's already awkwardly placed arm stiffen around her shoulders. Miranda didn't seem upset by it, and Tom looked understandably pumped up, but the three other party members had more muted reactions. Nicole's cute lips closed in a flat line and her eyes inched towards John, as the chubby young man by her side set his jaw and furrowed his brow as he stared at the table.

Matt, meanwhile, leant closer to her face over her shoulder, his quivering lips nearly brushing against her ear. "S-sarah," he whispered, "y-you know John has a crush on Miranda, right?"

"Oh, does he? Whoops, I had no idea," she lied. Sarah knew all about his futile infatuation, that was why she had given Tom the dare in the first place. If John was going to make her uncomfortable by forcing her to be near Matt, then she would make him uncomfortable by forcing him to watch another man strip his dream girl. Besides, she doubted John had ever taken a girl's bra off bra before, Tom's skilled fingers were about to provide him with an important lesson.

"Ah well, too late now," Sarah shrugged, sitting back to watch the show with one eye on Tom and one on John.

Whilst everyone else had spent time looking at John or Sarah, Tom's focus had been wholly on Miranda. In one smooth movement he pivoted in his seat to face her, putting one knee on the couch as he stood halfway up. One arm lay on the back of the couch with his hand confidently on her shoulder, whilst the other crept up her thigh towards her waistband.

"You don't mind me doing this, right?" he asked. It may have been half-joke and half-serious, but Miranda still appreciated it. Batting her eyelashes at him, she shook her head and gently bit her lip. That was all the encouragement Tom needed. His hand surged forward the rest of the way, to where her shirt was tucked tightly into her jeans.

Like unpicking stitching, Tom drew Miranda's shirt out from under her waistband, exposing flashes of her flat white midriff as he untucked her. The depths his fingers plunged to chasing the hem of her shirt made Miranda's eyelids flutter as she pressed her thighs together and thought about pulling his hand back up. Tom always seemed to know just how far he could push it, however, so she never had to say a word even as his fingers came within a hairs breadth of her most private regions.

Once he had gone all the way across her front, he placed his hands on both sides of her smooth stomach and pushed them upwards. That motion pulled the rest of her shirt out from her jeans, as well as completely unveiling her flawlessly smooth midsection. An innie belly button was flanked by two faint lines running upward, that gave the slightest hint of definition to her abdominals. Tom didn't stop pushing her shirt once he had seen her perfect stomach, however.

With one final push, he brought the hem of her shirt over her chest, finally revealing her 36C breasts. Unlike Sarah, Miranda was wearing a bra, but the one she had on was almost as erotic as the nipple tape. Translucent lace and slutty frills clung tightly to her firm tits, cupping them like a lover's hands and making them look even bigger than normal. The sight naturally caught every eye in the room, and Miranda blushed bashfully.

Sarah could tell at a glance that that bra was not part of her friend's usual wardrobe. Something as elegant as that was luxury lingerie, saved only for special occasions when you expected someone to be seeing you in your underwear. It seemed that Miranda had taken what Sarah had said about a particularly hung attendee to heart, and that she had dressed accordingly. If Miranda really had come to the party all dressed up to get plowed by the biggest dick Sarah could point her to, then maybe her plan could still work out.

No one else seemed to notice Miranda's fashion choice. They were too busy staring at what was concealed beneath. From almost right on top of her, Tom ran his tongue across his bottom lip as he watched her pale breasts ebb and swell as she breathed. Matt, despite being soooooo in love with Sarah, watched those perfect tits too, his glasses practically steaming up as his cheeks went even redder.

Even John couldn't help but look at his crush's irresistible chest, despite the fact that it was being undressed by another man. The dichotomy of finally getting to see the big boobs he had always dreamed of, but at the cost of it being another man's pleasure to unwrap them, made it look like his head was about to explode.

As beautiful as the sight may have been, Miranda's tits weren't going to stay in her bra for long. Quickly, Tom helped her to pull her shirt over her head. While she shook out her long brown hair, Tom returned his attention to her 36C funbags, that begged to be let out. Before Miranda could even get her glossy hair straight, Tom slid his hands around her torso, effortlessly pulling her up to slide his fingers up her lithe back.

Her eyes went wide as Tom pulled her up towards him, and for a second it looked like they were about to kiss. Instead, Tom held her there with one hand whilst the other pinched and turned the latch on her bra. It's wearer let out a noticeable sigh of relief as it loosened, slipping down her chest slightly to expose the outer rim of her areolas. The bra's descent was seemingly only stopped by her hard nipples within, that just barely caught against the sliding fabric.

Almost instinctively, Miranda brought her hands together in her lap, allowing her bra straps to slide down her shoulders until only it's cups barely held on to her breasts. With her arms squishing them from either side, her tits heaved even bigger, two firm treasures hidden only by the flimsiest scrap of fabric.

Like a careless brute, Tom yanked it down. Another gasp escaped Miranda's lips as her 36C breasts were completely liberated, bouncing down into their natural shape in the night air. Despite gravity's gentle pull, her nipples still remained almost upturned, two hardened points of tender pinkness. Her 36C tits were both soft and firm, and Sarah knew from experience that they were the perfect texture for groping.

Unfortunately for Miranda, Tom restrained himself form doing that, although he did let out a quiet whistle of appreciation that turned her cheeks red. Tom's masculine hands would have complimented Miranda's feminine figure perfectly, as well as driven John completely mad, but it wasn't time for that yet. As he drew back, her bra still clasped in one hand, every eye was on Miranda, specifically on her chest. It was like a work of art, carved from white marble to represent Aphrodite herself.

John, despite all his gentlemanly talk, practically drooled on himself as he stared at her sexy tits. He only closed his mouth when she covered her nipples with one slender forearm, tucking a lock of brown hair behind her ear with the other hand as if the two were of equal importance. "I feel like I should be the one giving a dare next," she murmured, meeting the room's attention with shy hazel eyes.

"Who knows, maybe you'll get lucky this time," Tom replied, snatching the hat from the table as he sat back in his seat. Looking away from the potential couple, Sarah smirked as she saw John's reaction. His fleshy cheeks were red again, this time with anger rather than arousal or exertion, and he petulantly toyed with one of the zips on his cargo pants.

"I hope that teaches you a lesson about crossing me," she thought, as her shoulders stiffened again under Matt's touch. Her next objective would be getting him away from her, maybe after she had checked out just how little he was packing, however. Whatever she had planned, she would have to wait and see what Tom was thinking of first, as he took up the hat to draw a name.

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