Miranda comforts you

Seeing Tom kiss Miranda was bad, seeing him throw her down and fuck her was worse. But hearing her beg for more was nearly enough to make you cry. And through it all you'd been trapped impotently outside the door, with no opportunity to get to the Ouija board and put an end to the waking nightmare you'd found yourself in. When Miranda had crawled into Toms lap and started baring her filthy soul to him you were so fed up that you didn't care what would happen, you couldn't stand another second of hearing your first crush pleading with that malevolent **** in Toms body to ravage her. You had simply walked in to the room, not even trying to hide your footsteps. Lucky for you Tom was engrossed in Mirandas body and she was lost in slutty daydreams, so you reached the board completely unnoticed.

With a backdrop of Mirandas lustful ramblings you banished the spirit and then just stood there, at a complete blank as to what to do. When Miranda had started this plan you'd anticipated having to comfort her, but instead she became a willing participant, giving in to Tom entirely. Now you don't even know if you could ever bear to speak to her again. Even after you complete the banishment she doesn't seem to notice for a second instead she continues to wax lyrical about Toms cock, but eventually she realises his movements have stopped and she turns to look at you.

You can only hold her gaze for a second before glancing quickly away. You'd expected to see shame or remorse on her face but instead she wore a hungry expression with a smouldering flame in her eyes, as if she was upset you'd interrupted her. "Maybe she is," you think dejectedly "after all, she was definitely enjoying herself." You can't bring yourself to look at her again, so instead you sink deeper into your melancholy, even as you hear light footsteps coming towards you.

You're taken by surprise as a weight crashes into you and two arms snake around your chest, glancing down you see Miranda pressed against you and feel her lips on your neck. "What ar-" before you finish your sentence she cuts you off, catching your lips in a deep **** kiss, her tongue invading your mouth. Too shocked to react you just savour the sensation for a moment as her tongue wrestles yours. She tastes sweet as honey but there's a salty undertone you can't place at first.

The aftertaste of Tom you realise, grabbing her by the shoulders and breaking the kiss in an instant. "What are you doing?" you ask, angrily finishing your earlier question. Miranda ignores you and rubs the hard bulge in your pants. "Is this for me?" she asks pleadingly. You're too taken aback to speak so Miranda pushes the advance, snaking a hand your jeans to grasp your bare cock. "It feels nice and hard, can I please have it?" She pouts giving you a mix of bedroom and puppy dog eyes.

Your bitterness flares up again as you snap back "I thought you wanted him" you gesture towards the **** body in the armchair. Miranda is completely unfazed by your obvious anger as she continues to beg "He's not here now but you are, and I really need a hard dick like this." Her soft hand glides up and down your shaft and you can't bring yourself to stop her before she keeps speaking "You can even fuck my ass." she whispers "Please John?"