I'm Too Weak To Fuck. Gotta Use My Mouth. But First, I Have To Lure Her In...

It's time to call a spade a spade. You can't beat Heather in a straight match, not as you are right now. If you use your hands and mouth, though, you might stand a chance. But how to get there without her retaliating?

A plan starts to form in your mind and you sink to your knees even as it takes shape, not completely sure what the next step will be. You quickly get back on your feet again, pretending to be struggling to stand.

Heather grins and waits.

You take a faltering step forward and collapse onto your knees, your legs tucked beneath you. You gasp for air and look up to see Heather standing over you, arms across her chest and a big old smile on her face, her cock rigid and waiting for you.

"Getting tired, slut?" she mocks. "Maybe you should just forfeit and get it over with."

You take in a deep breath, start to say something, then stop and scowl. She beams at you. You remember the rule about forfeiting, of course, but you need to sell this act for your plan, whatever it might be, to work. So you let her think you aren't thinking straight and were a second away from forfeiting.

"We gotta do this the hard way, huh? Tell you what. Call me Daddy and we can do this a bit easier. It'll be like a forfeit but not as long. And you'll get all the sweet, sweet lovin' you deserve."

There's venom in her words. Her cock is inches from your lips.