My friend and I were playing this guy all night. Teasing him by two girls making out, pawing him back and forth between us. Telling him how bad we wanted it to be the three of us.. three-some, yep! Ever try it? Bet you thought about it at one time or another. Unfortunately, before it turned into anything crazy she left.
For some reason, the boy, let's call him Tyler.. decided to stay. Why? I'm sure you could figure out his intentions. He is after all, only human. And not to mention a bit drunk.
Before I go on, let me explain something. I am a tease. Full-out, give him blue balls and send him packin, tease. I get great pleasure from seeing a guy beg for it, and go home unsatisfied. To a guy- this makes me a bitch, something to talk about to their guy friends for days.. To a woman- I am THE Boy Assassin. The girl who teaches all those "players" a lesson. If you think this is fucked up, simply discontinue reading.. it'll only get worse from here.
Now, Tyler is pulling me into the bathroom, and we're making out against the tiled wall. (Nothing new here. This bathroom has been the meeting point for a lot of my sessions.) Making out, making out. Nothing too extreme. I push him off after a little bit, and he gets angry, so I leave the bathroom. When he cools down, we meet in the hallway and I start to walk him out.
I pulled the whole "I want to but I can't" card. You know how this goes... "If you want to, what's stopping you?" What happens next is expected. Up against the wall for round two. I squirm, giving off the "no" vibe. It wasn't working on this stud. He knows the game we play. "NO, Stop, Don't... Wait.. why'd you stop?"
[Side note: Saying NO while still kissing the guy all hot and heavy is like a beckon for him to continue. Some of us like when it is aggressive. We want him to keep pushing for it. It's kinda hot. I'm sure you agree!]
He keeps persisting, knowing what he is here for, and determined to get it. He's sucking my neck hard. I know I will have love bites tomorrow, which is not my thing, but at this point it feels too good to care. I whisper to him how wet he was getting me, but how it's a shame he'll never find out. He found out. His hand finds the top of my pants, and slips between my thighs before I have a chance to give it a second thought. I gasp for my breath, and I feel myself losing all self-control. There is no way he's winning.
Eventually I find my composure, and push him off. I start toward the door, showing him his way out. He is not going for this. He grabs my wrist and spins me around on my heel. "You know you want it." (Here he goes again.) "But I can't. You know that." He curves his hands over my hips and starts pushing me backward toward the couch. He lays me down, and we get at it again. I can feel his bulge grinding against my inner thigh. And well...
I mentioned he was drunk right? A few minutes later.. Tyler passes out on top of me. Sigh, men. I sneak out from under him, and watch him curl into a ball.. and what else.. start to snore.
To be continued? Maybe not with Tyler.. But there will certainly be more rendezvous to come.
--Boy Assassin *
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