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“Take the gag off first.” Tom read the words etched on the notepad with a smile. “Good choice.” He told her, sounding so arrogant she almost regretted agreeing. “Well, take it off her.” He commanded Sarah, practically pushing the red haired cat out of his lap. To Nicoles surprise Sarah didn’t seem to mind being treated like that and she dutifully obeyed Tom, approaching Nicole to undo her gag. As Sarah leaned forward to undo the straps on the back of Nicoles head her ample bosom was pushed into Nicoles face, the big boobs nearly wrapped around her face. Nicole held herself still while Sarah worked, even though a part of her wanted to move her face forward and rub those soft silky toys all over her face. All too soon Sarah was done and those heavenly looking pillows were withdrawn from her face. “There. You’re free.” Sarah told her, beaming down at her. Nicole was so grateful she felt like she could kiss her. In fact, she could think of a lot of reasons to kiss the sexy girl in front of her, but she contented herself with a smile and a quietly spoken “Thanks.” Her voice sounded a little strange to her ears but besides that and some red marks on her cheeks she was fine.

With the sexy vixen retreating out of the way Nicole could look at Tom again and see that he'd prepared for her dare too. He was sat back in his chair, legs spread wide in anticipation of her arrival. He'd even undone his belt and the buttons of his jeans, the only thing covering his bulge now was his underwear. Underneath such a thin covering it seemed even larger and she could nearly see the vein running along the top of it. All of Nicoles second thoughts were drowned out as her base instincts kicked in again, telling her to rip down that underwear and take that big cock for her own before another female got there first. Suddenly Sarah entered her view, grinning while perching herself on the arm of the chair next to Tom and gesturing to his large bulge like one of those scantily clad women on a game show who showed you your prize.

Slowly, Nicole rose from Matts knee, being careful to hid her 'interest' in Toms package. As she crossed the room she steadfastly kept her eyes forward, avoiding looking at anyone, especially Matt. She might be doing this to make him jealous but she didn't want to see the hurt on his face. It wasn't far across the room but still she arrived in front of Tom breathing heavily. She looked from his bulge to his face, suddenly unsure of herself. "What are you waiting for?" He asked, smirking that insufferable smirk of his that she hated so much. Why had she ever agreed to do anything for that jerk? She thought to herself while that same tingle played at her nethers.

With shaking hands Nicole reached for the waistband of Toms underwear, gingerly hooking her fingers into it and inadvertently brushing against his skin. After a moments hesitation she begins to pull downwards, exposing first his trimmed pubes and then his thick shaft. As inch after inch of his cock comes into view Nicoles blush deepens but she can't tear her eyes off it. It seems both thicker and longer than it was when it was just a bulge in his pants. Finally she reaches the tip, after what seemed to her like minutes of tugging, Toms cock springs free, no longer confined. It towers up out of his lap, seemingly impossible big as it bobs before her eyes. Nicole had seen a few dicks in porn and a couple more in real life and this one seemed more fitting for the former category, and even there it would have been at least average. It was nearly as long as her forearm and it seemed too thick for her to wrap a hand around. She began to wonder how she could jerk him off if she can't hold it properly but her thoughts are interrupted by Tom.

"Well? Get to it." He told her while pushing down on her shoulder, clearly signaling her to kneel and get on with it. Nicole glared at him but she complied, dropping to her knees and allowing the cock to tower over her face. With trembling hands she reached up for the meaty monolith before her. As her fingers struggled to wrap around it she was shocked by how hot it felt to the touch, as if it was fresh out of the oven. When it throbbed under her fingers she nearly jumped, it pulsed so strongly as if it was an animal with a mind of its own. She’d barely managed to get both her hands wrapped around the impressive girth when Tom spoke again.

“Hey slut.” He called down to her, making her glare up at him past his cock. “It’s not gonna stroke itself.” He said with a smirk. With that last comment Nicole made up her mind. She was going to use this moment to continue her long running feud with Tom and since she could no longer attack his size (the ease with which his dick filled her hands put pay to that), she could at least make him a quick shot and then mock his lack of stamina. So to hurt Tom she resolved to please him as much as possible, as quickly as possible. If she was more sober and less aroused she'd probably find a wealth of problems with this plan, but to her addled mind it seemed ingenious.

Sitting up straighter she put her plan into action, gingerly running both her hands up and down Toms hard cock. When he let out a little grunt from the sensation she felt a perverse sense of satisfaction wash over her. For some reason she felt proud that her hands were making a man feel good, even if she hated the man. With only that quiet grunt for prompting she stepped up her actions a little, twisting her hands like a corkscrew as she moved along Toms dick, eager to get him off and not just because of her convoluted plan. As her hands pick up the pace on Toms dick she sits up a little to bring her mouth close to his tip, her hot breath tickling him when she exhales. She’s not actually thinking about putting her mouth on Toms rod but she figures the suggestion that she could might make him finish sooner.

Nicole even considers using some dirty talk to get him off faster, but she doesn't know what to say besides commenting on the size of his dick, and that feels like stating the obvious. Instead she remains silent and wordlessly pumps his swollen cock more rapidly. Although Nicole has decided to stay quiet Tom and Sarah have other ideas. "You love that dick, don't you Nicole?" Sarah calls down to her, gently running her fingers through Nicolefs blonde hair. "No." Nicole responds quietly without looking up, keeping her eyes trained on Toms heavy cock to avoid seeing Tom and Sarahs mocking faces. "You don't?" Tom asks. "Then why are you kissing it?"

"I'm not-" Before she could finish her sentence Tom jerked his hips forward a little, the tip of his cock brushing against Nicoles open lips and depositing a drop of precum onto her tongue. The salty taste on her tongue and the liberty Tom had taken both shocked her. She should have smacked him, or crushed his balls in her hands or at the very least stopped jerking him off. Instead she just blushed shamefully and stroked his cock faster, hoping that revenge through embarrassment would be enough. But, despite her plan, she still felt like she had to say something. Looking up at Tom she met his hard dominant gaze and felt her words die in her throat as that same hot feeling washed over her again. Rather than lash out at him she, almost mindlessly, submissively stuck out her tongue to lick her lips where Toms cock touched them, taking in a little more of his precum.

When Tom smirked in response she had to look away, though not before a whirlwind of butterflies took flight low in her stomach. Feeling completely humiliated Nicole gives in, and decides to use her mouth to make Tom finish. "Cum for me." She whispered, so quietly she scarcely heard herself say it. "What was that?" Tom asked, leaning forward and cupping his ear dramatically. "I-I said cum for me." Nicole repeated, a little louder. "I want your cum, please do it." She whispered, stroking his cock even faster. "You can cum on my face if you want, just cum already." She said, her voice rising to be even louder.

"If you insist." Tom grunted as a warning, putting his hand on Nicoles head to hold her in place. Throbbing under her fingers Nicole could practically feel his cum surging up his cock before he fired his first shot. When it burst out of his swollen tip it splattered up one side of her face, forcing one eye to shut. "Yesssss." She groaned in satisfaction, her hands still pumping Toms cock as he kept cumming. Another rope landed across her nose and a third sprayed on her cheek. When Nicole milked out the last of his cum the final drops spurted over her smiling lips.

Sitting back Nicole felt so proud of herself. She was satisfied that she'd finished Tom off so quickly, but there was another feeling. A part of her was happy that she was sexy enough to make a man cum. It felt like it confirmed her womanhood. She'd always used to scoff at those other girls with short skirts and too much makeup, so desperate for male attention. But now she knew how sweet and intoxicating it felt to feel sexy. "Finished so soon Tom?" She asked, mockingly. "How humiliating." To her surprise Tom didn't look upset, or even the slightest bit embarrassed. "Oh yeah, I'm totally humiliated." He replied, rolling his eyes. "Hey, you've got a bit of my cum on your lip there." He said, reaching down to wipe it off with his thumb, making sure to push it into her mouth a little to spread his load on to her tongue. It's only when the salty taste hits her that Nicole comes to her senses and realizes she's been played. She might have made Tom look like a quickshot but she had to act like a whore to do it. Now she was the one with egg on her face, or cum to be more literal. As she thought about his thick load, staining her cheeks and dripping down her nose, it suddenly seemed to get hotter, almost burning her delicate features. Beneath the white façade her face flushed pink.

Tom may have finished fast but the only thing anyone would remember was her asking for his cum. The thought made her feel sick and frustrated, all feelings of satisfaction were washed away replaced by her own embarrassment. Getting unsteadily to her feet she kept her eyes on the floor. She couldn't bear to look at Tom or any of you. She moved to stagger out the door to wash the cum off her face but a strong hand on her wrist stopped her. "Nuh-uh." Tom chided her, gripping her arm tightly. "You can't leave while we're still playing. You have to sit down and draw." As he said this he pulled her backwards, away from escape, before pushing her in Matts direction. Looking up at him from under her mask of cum Nicole saw confusion and betrayal painted on his face. She regretted ever taking Toms deal. She would rather have worn the gag for a year than hurt Matt like this. Wordlessly she turned her back on him to sit in his lap again, not even bothering to try and explain why she'd done it. She couldn't even fully understand it herself.

Reaching for the hat a small globule of cum drips from her chin to land on her bare chest. Whatever she draws she knows she'll have to do something about this mess. Maybe she could call for a break.