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For years, I’ve been playing with a guy who, really, I didn’t even fancy. Why I even bothered is beyond me. To make matters worse, he is the biggest tease I’ve ever met. I’m not talking about the type to tease you until you’re flying high and bring you to an epic orgasm. No, not Bob. Bob is the one who’ll bring you to that point and deny you. Repeatedly. The bastard. I’ve often had to go home and rub one out after his constant teasing. He’d keep telling me he’d change, not do it again, but each time he’d do it. Sure, he’d once in a while bring me to orgasm, but only after I was so teased that it wasn’t all that worth it. It wasn’t an all the time thing either. As I said, this has been going on for years, in between relationships for both of us. To be honest, I’m not even sure why I keep going back. I don’t know, I guess I kind of like him. Not in the fancy way, but in a weird way, he’s not such an arsehole. I kind of just tolerate him though. He’s more of a tease than anything. The last time I was there he drove me to the point of going mad, I mean absolutely fucking postal. He invited me over and told me he’d behave, I foolishly trusted him. After he had gotten me undressed, he began to spank my arse. Once his hand got sore, he resorted to using a slipper. What a fucking weirdo! Then he began stroking my cock. “Finally,” I thought, “I’m going to come; Maltepe Escort maybe I can get something useful from this git.” Again and again he’d bring me to almost near orgasm and just stop. I didn’t mind at first, but after about the fourth or so time I was growing so frustrated. I wanted to punch him in the balls. He had such a snarky expression; it was doing my nut in. I warned him, but he kept going, edging me further, until finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed him off me and I left. To top it off, when I got home, I couldn’t even masturbate into an orgasm, as if my own cock had just given up on me. It wasn’t until the next night when I was on call with my Sweetest Bitch that I was able to come. God, can she make me come! Yes, I’m into both guys and gals. Why limit yourself? However this wee tale is of my revenge on Bob. He’s going to get his. I’ve been plotting my revenge for weeks now. Bob always had it in his mind that he is the dominant one between the two of us. I’ve always laughed and told him he was wrong, but went with it, anyway. Today is going to be different. I’m going to give him a taste of his own medicine . Let’s see how well he can swallow it. Heading to his place, I can’t help but feel a little wired, evil thoughts swirling about in my head, making me silently giggle. The idea came from Maltepe Escort Bayan my Sweetest Bitch, who asked me why in the world I put up with Bob’s shit. She told me, “Andy why the fuck? I know you better than this, stop being such a pillock, and get some sweet revenge.” She helped me hatch the plan and we’ve been working on it. I love how her wicked mind works. I mean it is why I call her my Sweetest Bitch. It suits her just right. Getting to his place, I go in and we catch up, making inane chitchat. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other. We only vaguely mention, in the passing, the events of last time. We just fall into conversation, but my mind is mostly on what I plan to do to him. It’s not long before he’s groping me, working me through my jeans. He’s all over me. I help him a wee bit, undoing my jeans and let my semi hard cock fall out. “Why don’t you suck on it,” I nearly demand, which takes him by surprise. He gives me a look, but I don’t back down. I just give him a cheeky smile, and he complies. He leans down, jerking me slightly, working me into a full hard on. I lean back, closing my eyes, and feel him start to suck on me. His mouth is warm, inviting, and I relax into it. He’s not the best at giving head, but he’ll do. As he sucks on my cock, I occasionally thrust upwards making him Escort Maltepe choke. It’s not until about the third time he stops and looks up at me. “What the fuck, Andy!” He glares at me, I fight not to grin. “What? You can’t handle a little thrusting, don’t be such a bitch, suck on it,” I again say a little demanding, but nothing too extreme. The look he gives me is brilliant; I can’t help but feel cocky as ever. It seems as though everything is going according to plan. He goes back down, sucking on my cock like a right wee fucker he is. His mouth is working me further, taking me into the back of his throat. It’s then I grip his hair, and thrust up hard and make him suck it deeper. He groans out, but sucks still, not stopping, so I don’t. I thrust my cock up into his mouth, taking all the control. When I’m the one in control, he almost gives a decent blowjob. I should have done this sooner. I can’t help but think to myself. I keep fucking his mouth. He moans giving me the added pleasure of his moans, mixed with his slight resistance, but he hasn’t a choice with the grip I have on him. I can’t hold back any more, nor do I want to, I begin to come hard. I groan out, filling his mouth with my hot seed. Rope after thick rope of my seed is filling him, forcing him to suck me until I’m empty. My breathing is hard. I release his hair, and he leans back up. I can see drool and a bit of come on his chin. I laugh, tossing a tissue at him. “Clean your face, you look like a slut,” I chuckle at him. “Fuck off, Andy. What the fuck has gotten into you?” “Not you, that’s for damn sure, but if you’re lucky, I’ll get into you later,” I say casually.

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