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 desperate, 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.
About a minute later she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She looked and saw that it was another picture from Bill. She looked around and decided she definitely couldn't open it here with so many people around and behind her. She slipped the phone back into her pocket, her mind back on Bill. She kind of wished she'd been able to fulfil Tom's wishes and meet up with Bill again. If only she could sneak a camera in with her so Tom could watch over her and Bill, that way she wouldn't be so worried about not being able to maintain her restraint. And, she was sure that Tom would love to be able to watch as well. Then she remembered that they're apartment already had several discrete cameras positioned throughout it. She just had to bring Bill back to the apartment and Tom could stream the whole thing from elsewhere! And he'd be able to ring Emily at any point if he felt things were getting out of hand, meaning Emily didn't need to worry about Bill's pushiness.
She quickly texted her idea to Tom, telling him to go home and take the car somewhere where he could watch the stream in private on his phone. Tom instantly texted back agreeing to the plan. Emily sat impatiently through the rest of her lecture, and her tutorial afterwards, her arousal steadily building. Finally she was finished for the day and she rushed home, though Tom somehow beat her despite finishing at the same time. She ran into him as he was heading out to the car. He was very excited looking. He gave Emily a big kiss.
"So remember, just call me anytime and I'll stop straight away and tell Bill to leave because you're getting back soon," Emily said.
Tom nodded. "Just don't go any further than you want to either." A sudden look of doubt crossed his face. "Actually, for today, let's just say don't go any further than you already have." Emily nodded, not worried too much as she knew that she'd have Tom watching her to make sure it didn't get out of hand. Tom gave her one last kiss and hopped into the car and pulled away. Emily continued into the apartment.
First she went around the apartment to check all the cameras were well positioned but out of sight. They had at least one in each room, so she was sure that Tom would get a good view. Then she went into the bedroom and got changed into a thin t-shirt and her smallest pair of panties. Then she sat impatiently on the bed for Tom to text her to say he was ready. The butterflies in her stomach went crazy, and she could feel her pussy throbbing with need. Finally Tom texted to say he was good to go.
She pulled up Bill's message. It was another photo of his cock, even his big hand wrapped around it not making it look any smaller. Along with it he'd texted her.
Bill: Nice little show with the stretching this morning. Is your plan to get me so worked up that I'll give you an extra good fucking when you come to see me again?
Emily replied.
Emily: You know me too well! I haven't been able to stop thinking about your giant cock. My boyfriend just left and is going to be out for a while, so why don't you come over?
Bill: You could only hold out one day? You really are a useless slut!
Emily: I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, your cock is just too good! Are you going to come over?
Bill: I'll come over, but first off I want you to show me what a dumb whore you are and send me a picture to show me how wet your pussy is
Emily couldn't believe the nerve of the old pig, demanding something in return to come and fool around with a hot young teen. At the same time, she couldn't deny how wet she was. She pulled her panties down and took a photo of her dripping pussy. She sent it off to Bill, her heart hammering away in her chest. She also texted Tom an update.
Emily: Tom just told me I had to send him a photo of my wet pussy, and I did!
Bill replied back first.
Bill: That's a good slut, I'll be there in 10 minutes.
Unbeknownst to Emily, Bill had been shopping and had only sent the last few texts to try and stall as he rushed home, abandoning his cart in the aisle.
Tom had decided to head up to an old lookout in a nearby reserve that had become overgrown, meaning there was never anyone there. He had thought for a while about what would be the best spot, and had settled on the lookout due to its disuse, privacy and the fact that it would still have a good phone signal. He pulled up and sent Emily a text to say that he was ready to go. Just after he sent it he realised his phone battery was only on 9%. "Fuck!" He desperately scrounged around the car and in his bag, trying to find a phone charger. He cursed, remembering that he'd taken the one out of the car just the other day. He debated just driving the fifteen minutes back into town to buy one. Just then his phone dinged.
Emily: Tom just told me I had to send him a photo of my wet pussy, and I did!