‘Shit!’ Snake thought. The ex-con had gotten so wrapped up in imagining what he’d make the pretty little tease do when he won the race, that he’d let her get a head start.
Missy was ahead by almost half the length of the pool by the time Snake kicked off. Her swimming training was kicking in. Missy knew that this wasn’t the smartest decision she’d ever made, she had to win.
The larger man was still a couple body lengths behind her when she finished her first lap and twirled around to start her second. Snake’s head still wasn’t fully in the game, he was half distracted by visions of Missy on her knees, mouth full of his big black cock.
Missy seemed to now have a comfortable lead nearing the end of the second lap, her training making up for the considerable loss in height and strength to her opponent. Now in the last two laps, Missy went down a gear in effort. Her lead felt comfortable.
Halfway through the third lap, she was struck by a dirty thought. What if she lost? What if she submitted to Snake? An involuntary shudder went through her. The idea excited her. She was still swimming, but like Snake before she was distracted. Near the end of the third lap, the feel of Snake’s big hand brushing against her leg suddenly work her up. ‘Shit, he’s close’ Missy thought.
Both competitors were now racing towards the finish. Missy was only a little ahead of Snake, but he had such a longer reach that he could easily touch the wall first. They both reached out, almost near the finish. Both of their hands inches away from winning the race and the coveted prize... |