The blonde slipped out of her bikini pants as she got out of her car. She sauntered down to where the brunette was bobbing back and forth as she was double teamed. The buzz of conversation, of guys catcalling the brunette quietened as the blonde approached. She saw a lot of the guys look at her and knew she had already half won- she knew she was more sexy, she knew the guys would prefer to fuck her. "And" she murmured to herself "Perhaps they will get that chance."
The blonde looked at the brunette whose hair plastered was on her face, sticky with sand and drying cum and then at the men surrounding her. "Enough" the blonde snapped "some of you guys haven’t paid for the privilege of fucking this whore. I know she doesn’t mind, look at her, listen to her- she’s moaning again." She pushed one young guy- still in his teens aside – he had just cum all over the brunette’s tits after she had given him a blow job. The blonde grabbed her defeated foe’s hair "How many orgasms is it now slut?”
“More than you have” the brunette muttered defiantly.
“ Nah don’t bother you lost count." The blonde cut her short, she didn’t want the brunette’s quick retorts to win her support. She turned back to the guys "but I mind cuz you got to pay me." She strutted around the guys, singling out those who hadn’t paid, demanding money. Mostly they grinned sheepishly and paid her something.
"Where are you going to put all that money? How are you going to carry it?"
The blonde looked at the speaker realizing he was the stocky guy who had cheered her enemy. "What’s it to you, pay up."
"Nah, I don’t fuck losers," he smiled into the blonde’s eyes.
The blonde glanced at the brunette who was on her knees, she had just copped another facial. Her face, her neck and her tits were sticky with cum. "You hear that bitch?" the blonde grabbed her defeated enemy’s hair, pulling her face round to look at the guy. "Say it again."
"I don’t fuck losing bitches" the guy said, it hadn’t worked out how he had expected he had thought the bigger bitch would win. But he didn't care a stuff which cunt had won so long as he could get some pussy. And he could see the blonde was hungry for a fuck. He’d play along with her.
The brunette flushed. What the blonde had said before was true, she had wanted a victory fuck, she had been sure she was going to win, and the stocky guy had supported her, and he was just the kinda guy she wanted for a romp. And then she lost, big time. She knew she would have won if the blonde hadn’t bit her. But what did the guys care about the blonde cheating. All they cared was the blonde had won and the brunette had been humiliated.
But then the blonde left and the brunette saw how she could be the centre of attraction, how she could have the guys flock around her. She would just put out. And she had. And the guys all wanted her, all lusted for her. Sure it had hurt , her ass still stung but it had been worth it. It had been worth it because she had the guys flock around her. It had been worth it to know they lusted for her, that she could choose –kinda- which guy did what to her. It had been worth it to see the frustration on the guys she didn’t choose, the smiles on the guys she let fuck her.
And now, the stocky guy, the guy who had cheered her on, the one had told her, damn it told the world he wanted to fuck her, didn’t want her. And no one else did either they were all more interested in the blonde slut. “No fuck that for a joke” she muttered. She smiled at the guy closest to her who she had yet to take. “Hey you’ve been patient.” She reached for his hand drawing him closer. She would show this blonde a thing or two, she could suck and fuck better than that bimbo.
The guy smiled back “sure thing babe.” She started to pull his shorts down
The brunette smiled, guys were all the same, they thought with their dicks. But who was she to complain. She looked across at the blonde. “Oh yes blondie you’re furious. But you can’t match me can you? If you could you would be doing it right now’ the brunette murmured
The stocky guy winked at the blonde and turning to the guy the brunette had her eye on, said “come on dude you don’t want to fuck that deadbeat loser slut”
The guy stepped away from the brunette as if she was a skunk with her tail raised
The brunette saw the blonde smiling from ear to ear, she was gloating. The brunette flushed crimson, what could she do now. The guys didn’t want her. And it was cuz the guy she really wanted, the guy who had wanted her- wanted to fuck her- wanted to gang bang her- was talking them out of it. She spat on the sand. What could she do? But, as she looked at the blonde who was walking back to wards her- what would the blonde do? Oh fuck!
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