Toms slip

You wait quietly, just like everyone else as Sarah draws a name from the hat. As her eyes glance across the paper she shows no emotion, either not caring about what she's drawn or possessing an excellent poker face. "Tom." She sighs, as if hoping for something else. Tom instantly sits up at the sound of his own name, even pushing his hips forward a little in a **** attempt to make his cock compete with your own. Sarah doesn't pay him any mind as she slowly runs a hand through her long red hair before continuing. "I dare you to..." She trails off lazily as she speaks, glancing around the room as she does. Her eyes settle on Miranda, nervously rubbing her thighs together and biting her lip, which seems to give Sarah the inspiration to continue her dare.

"To finger Miranda until she orgasms." Sarah declares with a smile. You try to not let her words affect you, maintaining your cool exterior even as a bonfire of anger bursts inside you. Miranda is yours. She's your crush, your conquest and she's meant to be yours completely tonight. Glancing at Sarah you see her biting her lip as she stares at your cock again and you wonder if this is some sort of power play to remove some of her competition and get your big dick all to herself. Turning to Miranda you're struck by how excited she seems by the prospect, even as she occasionally looks towards you. Maybe Sarahs motives are more noble, and she really is just using Tom to please her friend. Looking at the man in question you see his obvious and expected happiness at the dare. "Enjoy it while it lasts, asshole." You think, your newfound confidence rapidly returning, undeterred by Sarahs seeming betrayal.

"Well, come here Miranda." Tom states, beckoning her with one hand. Without any word of protest she rises from her seats and walks around the coffee table towards him. When she's right in front of him he speaks again. "Get on my lap." He says, sitting a little more upright to give her space to settle down. She turns her back to him as she obeys, straddling him so that his hard dick is between her legs, raising up the front edge of her skirt and revealing her sheer black panties to you and everyone else in the room. With Miranda on top of him you can barely see Tom except for his arms, legs and his cock, standing proudly just in front of Miranda crotch. You try to not let their shared proximity get to you.

With Miranda suitably positioned Tom begins his dare, his hands sneaking confidently up Mirandas soft bare thighs towards her crotch, forcing little expectant gasps from her. When they get to the edge of her panties his fingers probe her defenses with surprising delicacy, his fingertips barely slipping beneath the fabric at first. As his fingers slip below Mirandas panties she gasps again, this time her whole body reacting to the sensation, her legs shaking a little as he teases her. After a little foreplay hidden from view by Mirandas panties and Toms cock, he advances his efforts, pushing Mirandas underwear to the side to give himself more room to move.

Looking at Miranda you can't help but admire her neatly trimmed brown bush, nestled above her tight pink slit. Even from across the room you can see how wet she is, her girlcum trickling over Toms fingers and drooling down her thighs, anointing Toms groin and soaking into his pubes. You're not sure if it's because of what he's doing or just Mirandas pent up arousal. While you stare hungrily at Mirandas dripping pussy Tom continues his dare, now slipping a finger inside her, her wetness making it easy. After just a little more probing Tom is able to fit a second finger into Miranda and with the base of his hand he grinds against her clit, stimulating her inside and out. This extra pressure clearly feels good to Miranda, her whole body tensing up and her hand clawing at the couch as Tom continues his ****. But even while Tom is pleasuring her so thoroughly you can see that her eyes are still on your cock.

As she stares you wrap a hand around your cock, partly to give her a show and partly to relieve some of your own tension. Her eyes practically light up as you tug your erection, doing so slowly enough to tease Miranda. You're faintly aware of two other pairs of eyes switching from watching Miranda to staring at your cock but you don't pay much thought to it. Your attention is on Miranda, and hers on you. Despite the very real distance between you both it almost feels like you're alone together. While your cock throbs and drips precum from it's tip Miranda suddenly tenses in Toms lap, partly from your show and partly from his ministrations. Sensing her impending climax Tom redoubles his efforts, ramming his fingers into her dripping snatch with extra vigor.

When Miranda orgasms Tom buries his fingers as deep into her as he can whilst he grinds his palm roughly against her engorged clit, driving her orgasm to even higher peaks. As his fingers push her to climax they also **** her gasps of pleasure into full fledged orgasmic moans. Her moans are incomprehensible babble until she reaches her zenith, then she suddenly calls out in clear words. "Fuck yes, John!" Hearing her call your name as she cums you have to grip your cock tightly to keep your own growing orgasm in check, but you can't suppress a wide smile. When Tom hears your name however he has the opposite reaction. "What the fuck you slut?" He cries angrily before suddenly pulling his fingers out of Mirandas pussy and pushing her off his lap, sending her crashing into the floor in the throes of orgasm.

Miranda lands on the floor with a thump, followed by a pregnant silence as no one knows how to react. It's Miranda who breaks the quiet, giggling as she rides out the final waves of her orgasm on the floor. With her laughter as a cue the other girls join in and the tension in the room dissipates, although Tom still looks understandably pissed. You don't even try to hide your smile as you look at him and when he sees your smug face he turns away. Putting her hands on the table for balance Miranda unsteadily rises to her feet. "Thanks for the help Tom." She tells him, even as he sulks. "And thanks for the help John." She adds with a beautiful smile, the kind that makes you want to take her in your arms and kiss her forever.

Before she returns to her seat she takes the hat off the table and passes it to Tom as some sort of peace offering. Without looking at her he snatches it out of her hands, apathetic to her efforts. She simply shrugs and returns to her seat but as she walks you both eye each other, her focus on your throbbing cock and yours on the moisture trickling down her pale thigh from her wet pussy. As she settles back into her seat you can't help but think about plugging her leaking hole with something of your own but before your daydreams can develop Tom draws.