As Drew stepped into position, Sarah wrapped her fingers around his dick, giving him a squeeze and feeling his flesh jump in response. He was so hard and thick… It was almost a shame he was about to lose and she wasn’t going to get to enjoy his cock.
‘Wait. Where did that thought come from?’
With a shake of her head, she began to slide her hand up and down, gripping him firmly, feeling his muscles tense as she began. She leaned to his ear and began whispering, “I bet you thought I was going to be easy to beat, huh? Thought you’d get me right down on my hands and knees like your bro got my sister yesterday, thought you’d be plowing me by now? Tough luck, kid. Go back to flexing your muscles at silly college girls.” Her other hand slipped around and flicked his nipple; he let out a little groan, and she thought she felt his hips buck against his hand. Interesting.
“The only relief you’re gonna get now is if you give in and shoot your loser cum all over the court.” She sped up her strokes. “Go ahead. Let the ball fly as you cum. Your douchebag friends will understand.”
Through gritted teeth, Sarah heard Drew **** in and out a couple deep breaths, and then she watched his shot fly.
It dropped through the hoop, touching nothing but net.
Sarah’s jaw dropped. The frat boys cheered and James sprang to his feet, his cock bouncing cheerfully as he did. ‘This can’t be,’ Sarah thought. ‘I had him! How could he… I had him…’
The sound of Drew clearing his throat brought her back to the moment. “If I’m going to take my next shot,” he said, “I’m gonna need you to let go of my cock.”
Her face reddening, Sarah withdrew her hand. Drew turned to her and added, “Don’t worry. Soon, you’ll have plenty of time to enjoy it… and more.” With a wink, he went lumbering off to collect the ball.
Sarah hurried after him, but he didn’t seem to be hustling this time. He picked the ball up off of the court in a leisurely manner, ambled to a spot a couple steps inside the free throw line, and then turned and looked at Sarah expectantly.
‘He wants to shoot from here?’ Sarah thought, her eyes narrowing. This was a pretty easy shot, the easiest shot either of them had chosen… What was he thinking?
He had just made a more difficult shot with her stroking his dick, so that didn’t seem like a good option. She could go back to taunting him by touching herself, but that seemed like a lesser distraction than physical contact. And the only way she could really ratchet up the intensity of her physical distractions would be if she made him shoot through a blowjob.
Her eyes drifted down to his cock. His caramel-colored rod was as hard as ever; it seemed to be straining straight towards her.
Could she really go that far to win? Well, she’d had images of herself doing just that floating through her head since she’d started this insane game, but… it still felt like it brought a measure of defeat and submission. On the other hand, wasn’t it better to do this now than to risk having to submit much more fully to three of these frat boys?
Or should she just let him take the shot? This was an easy spot--surely she could block out any DKM distractions well enough to make this, and then it would be her turn to go for the win again.
Drew lazily bounced the ball a few times, his eyes locked with Sarah’s. She had to decide now--what was she going to do to try beating Drew, if anything?
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