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Thursday morning Emily donned one of her new outfits to head to the gym. Bill predictably tried to get her to go into his house again, or at least up onto the verandah, but she ignored him, strutting past, intentionally giving him a nice look at her bouncing ass.

Later that day, while she was getting some study done in the library, she received a message from an unknown number. It was a picture. She opened it and was greeted by a photo of what was unmistakably Bill’s cock. She gasped and slammed her phone down on the table. She looked around nervously before picking it back up. Along with the picture he’d sent a message.

Bill: Here's what you missed out on this morning.

Emily found herself staring at the cock, remembering all the details from when she’d had her hand wrapped around it yesterday. Her pussy was already throbbing, and she realised that she’d subconsciously been rubbing her thighs together. She gasped and jerked her legs apart. She was about to delete the picture when she had the thought that Tom would probably want to see what Bill sent her. She closed the message and tried to get back to work.

Emily told Tom about Bill’s message over dinner that night.

“Oh wow, he’s really ****, isn’t he?” he laughed. “So, you going to show me?” Emily brought the photo up and handed her phone over to him. “Holy shit! That is massive! You weren’t lying when you described it. Oh my god” Tom looked slack jawed at the picture for a while longer, before looking up at Emily and handed the phone back. “So, are you going to see him again tomorrow?”

“I don’t know…” Emily said uncertainly. While it did give her butterflies and made her pussy tingle, she was also terrified of being alone with Bill again, still not sure how far he’d push her. She didn’t want this whole thing to get out of hand and get in between her and Tom.

“That’s ok baby, we can do this at your pace,” Tom said, giving her a smile, but she could see a slight hint of disappointment in his eyes. She was personally relieved, though as the butterflies died down and her pussy stopped tingling she realised she was also a little disappointed as well. She almost wished that Tom had been a little more dominant.

Emily gave Bill another post-run show the next morning, doing her usual stretches. She felt herself becoming increasingly wet as Bill made his desire clear, trying to get her back in his house with talk of his big dick and how desperately she wanted it in her, how her puny boyfriend couldn’t satisfy her, all with a generous amount of misogynistic slurs thrown in. She didn’t look back as she strutted the final few metres to the apartment.

She happily dug into the fruit and nut porridge Tom had cooked up for breakfast, thanking him as he hurried out the door for his first class. She then showered and got stuck into some uni work, before heading across for her few classes several hours later. As she sat in a particularly boring lecture her mind wandered, soon landing on Bill’s cock. She imagined stroking it, rubbing her face on it, working over it with her tongue. Soon she was squirming in her seat. She shook her head, trying to snap out of it. She turned her attention back to the lecturer.