Ever considered learning to self suck instead of just SUCKING?
To self suck or not to self suck??
Learning to self suck is an important rite of passage for all assholes. Some of them just need an extra push, though. Apparently not everyone is good at “taking initiative” . . .
As I sidled closer and closer to her now ex boyfriend, Blair went to pour us all some cocktails. Naturally, we added a little something extra to his . . . and both smiled as he gulped it down like the disgusting pig he is. Within minutes, he had fallen into a deep sleep . . .
Luckily, he’d made sure he passed out on Blair’s bed — so that tying his arms to the posters and his legs to the frame above his head was easy. Blair and I were both decked out in our full femdom splendor when he awoke: liquid latex, black gloves and tall lace-up stillettos.
I hovered above him, inches from his ugly face. “I heard you have a real big, fat cock. Is that true?” I leered.
“I don’t know what the fuck your girls think you’re doing, but this isn’t funny!” he whimpered, possibly in a final attempt at self-righteousness.
Blair and I exchanged evil grins.
“Huh, well that’s strange . . . ’cause this is AWFUL funny to us!” I taunted, making Blair burst into hysterical laughter.
He tried to appeal to Blair, begging her to just let him go and they could forget about this. But Blair said no.
“I’m breaking up with you, Kevin. You suck. But Aileen and I are going to help you learn to self suck instead . . . pretty nice of us, I think!”
I loomed above him again, this time more menacingly. “Come on, Kevin . . . it’s SO big and SO fat, all the better for you to suck your own dick!” I said, cackling like a sexually depraved big bad wolf-ess. “Oh, and you don’t mind that we’re recording, do you?”
