Tables turned on Sandy

“Alright, big guy,” she purred, adjusting her glasses as she knelt between your legs, her hands already reaching for your throbbing cock. “You lasted this long, congratulations, now I'll make you cum.”

But this time, things would be different.

You shift slightly, taking a deep breath, letting the weight of your arousal mix with something else—control. Slowly, deliberately, you place a hand under her chin, tilting her face up until her bright blue eyes lock onto yours.

“Strip,” you murmur, your voice steady, firm.

Sandy blinks, her lips parting slightly, caught off guard. A flicker of hesitation crosses her face—not from ****, but from surprise. She’d spent all day with the upper hand, teasing and taunting you mercilessly. But now? The tables had turned.

“You're gonna finish me off, alright.” you continue, your cock twitching in front of her, still aching for release. “But you’re doing it on my terms.”

A slow, nervous laugh escapes her, but she doesn’t argue. Instead, she reaches for the buttons of her blouse, undoing them one by one. The fabric slips from her shoulders, revealing smooth, sun-kissed skin and a lacy bra barely containing her full, perfect breasts.

Marina whistles from the sidelines. “Ohhh, someone’s getting humbled tonight.”

Sandy rolls her eyes but continues, standing just long enough to push her skirt down her legs, stepping out of it with a flourish. The moment she reaches behind her back to unhook her bra, you can see her breathing deepen, her confidence flickering just slightly at the edges. Then, she lets it fall.

Her perfect, perky breasts bounce free, her rosy nipples already stiff under the attention of the room. She tries to keep up her teasing smirk, but the way your eyes roam over her, drinking her in, makes her blush. She hooks her thumbs into her panties next, sliding them down her toned legs, kicking them aside. And there she is—completely bare, her body fully exposed, her cheeks tinged pink despite her usual cocky attitude.

A ripple of murmurs and giggles spreads through the room, but you’re too focused on her. She is the one squirming now.

“On your knees,” you instruct, your voice low.

She obeys, shifting back between your legs, her confidence returning as she wraps her fingers around your slick, aching shaft. She pumps you slowly at first, teasing, her breath warm against your sensitive tip. “Still think you can hold out?” she challenges, her tongue darting out to flick against the bead of pre-cum gathering there.

You don’t answer—just slide your fingers into her blonde hair, guiding her down, controlling the pace. She moans softly as you push her further onto your length, her lips stretching around you, her warm, wet mouth sending shocks of pleasure through your spine.

Her hands stroke what her mouth doesn’t take in, her eager tongue swirling along your shaft, trying to draw you to the edge. But you set the rhythm now, pulling her deeper, groaning as the tight heat of her throat envelops you.

Her hands squeeze your thighs, her nails digging in just slightly, **** to push you over. She’s good—too good—but you hold out just long enough to make sure she knows who won tonight.

Then, when the pressure builds to the point of no return, you pull her off at the last second, your grip tightening in her hair. She gasps, eyes widening as you stroke yourself, aiming at her beautiful, flushed face.

The first thick spurt of cum paints across her cheek, the next landing hot and wet on her lips. She gasps, her mouth parting, her tongue darting out instinctively to taste. A soft, shaky moan escapes her as you continue, streaking her face, her chest, leaving her marked, ruined, absolutely wrecked in the best way possible.

The room is silent for a beat, every woman watching, some wide-eyed, others biting their lips, completely enthralled by the sight. Then—

Click.

You both turn just in time to see Marina lowering her phone, a wicked grin splitting her lips. “Oh, that is going in the archives.”

Sandy groans, wiping at her cheek, but she’s grinning too. “You bitch.”

Marina winks. “Say cheese, baby.”

Laughter ripples through the room, and as Sandy sits back, still naked, still covered in your release, you finally let yourself breathe. You’d won. And judging by the way she’s still licking her lips, she might not mind losing after all.