Breaking the man-eater – Part 2
August 18, 2010 7 Comments
Saturday night and I’m waiting in the queue to a high-end nightclub with today’s Japanese girl, Suave, and three Brazilian girls he knows. It’s been hard work with the Jap cos she’s been with me the past three hours to a bar, eating pizza in a park, and briefly at my house but it’s not really on. Kino is terrible due to her deliberately blocking it even though the conversation is good. The doormen don’t let her in because she’s wearing Converse and I’m almost pleased. I direct her to the station and the rest of us go in.
Right from the off the three girls are social proofing us and before long I get a strong proximity IOI from two girls in similar red dresses, one is a tall 20yr old black chick and the other a slightly porky whitey. They are trying to catch my eye but I refuse to give it as Suave and I talk like nothing else in the club matters but us and the three Brazilians dance next to us. As I walk past the black girl to go outside she makes a big effort to catch my eye and I blank her again.
Just before the doors I tell Suave to stop and sure enough the two girls are following us out. I open with “Hey girls, I see you used the same pair of curtains to make your dresses, Are you twins?” They hook immediately and we lead them outside for a smoking break. The first ten minutes is great with kino and deep eye contact with the black girl but Suave’s girl is a typical pain the arse bolshy Northern English bitch who manages to kill the vibe and cockblock me. Before my target has lost interest entirely my date turns up. She’s alone. I just walk away from the target without a word and collect my date.
Black girl 1 (red dress) goes inside to the bar so I position myself on the opposite side in full view of her, leaning back against the bar while black girl 2 (my date) throws herself over me. It’s on. Both girls are similar in size and hotness so I figure this jealously plotline has a chance at tearing a hole in the time-space continuum. Both notice each other and it begins. Suave and I are massively preselected now and he uses it to number close a cute little Colombian and brings her into the set so it’s five girls and two guys. Black Girl 2 grabs my cock and is generally escalating until Black Girl 1 comes round and grabs my arm and smiles, then dances six feet in front of me staring continuously. When Suave goes outside and she follows five minutes later I disentangle myself from Black Girl 2 and try a rapid number close.
Rebuffed. Although massively attracted her pride is piqued and she salves it by turning me down. I wish her a good night and focus on the main target. From now on I get quite an education in game from Black Girl 2. Really, I learned more in the following five hours with her than any other set. Too much to write about so I’ll put chronological highlights in bullet points.
- She wants to get £100 out the cash machine to pay her friend who is coming to deliver coke. As I walk her there she’s bitching about her high heels. I throw her against a wall and we make out. She keeps pushing me away, I blast through it.
- I call my member’s bar to reserve a table. While on the phone I click my fingers and indicate my date to come over. She does. I grab her by the throat, push her up against a wall and inbetween talking to the receptionist we make out. She loves it.
- In the taxi to the bar she’s all over me but keeps pulling away to tell me I’m a loser and probably shit in bed whereas she’s awesome. I tell her I’m rubbish and that I come within a minute then just roll over and go to sleep. She starts grabbing my cock.
- In the bar it’s really quiet and we have lots of privacy. When we talk about meeting tomorrow she remembers this morning when I said I was busy. I say just busy on the evening with my Turk who I’m gonna fuck. I suggest we meet in the afternoon so I can fuck her first and have a better story for my friends. She responds by pulling out her iphone and showing me text messages from the three ex-boyfriends she’s fucked this week. She doesn’t wanna fuck me this week because then she’d feel like a slut. I cross her off my LTR list. Fuck buddy is the limit of her potential now.
- She qualifies constantly about her sexual prowess – her £4k false tits (admittedly brilliantly installed), her too tight pussy which she claims gives men their best ever fuck, and so on. I counter by saying that stuff may be true but doesn’t interest me – all I care about is the girl knows how to hold her body in visually appealing poses and is enthusiastic. She qualifies immediately saying she can do all that and will scream my name all night.
- After a line of coke she gets her breasts out in the bar. No-one can see – the other guests have gone home and the waiter is in the staff room. I say “those are going in my mouth right now” and drag her upstairs to a toilet so I can lock the door shut. While I’m sucking her tits she’s fiddling with the lock and accidently opens it. Another couple burst in and we all start laughing. My girl runs downstairs and says it made her even hornier.
- We get the bill early and she tries to make me pay. I refuse. After some histrionics she covers her share then invites me back to the toilets for a line of coke. I finger fuck her and slap her arse while she’s cutting the lines. Shes telling me to fuck off and how I’ll never get near her pussy again. As we both snort a line I push her up against the wall, hold her wrists firmly by her sides and just stare into her eyes, lips almost touching, for five minutes as we get the rush. Massive sexual energy.
- Downstairs she sits on my fingers and I finger fuck her some more, but it looks like she’s just sitting next to me with my hand on her arse. The waiter comes to collect the bill and I engage him in low energy conversation for five minutes while continuing to frig my girl knuckle deep – who has her head in her hands trying to hold in the ecstasy. If the waiter notices, he’s acting like he doesn’t. When he goes away she hugs me and gushes about how sexy it was.
- Really late on, she stands in the corner with a leg up against the sofa and pulls up her skirt, pushes aside her panties and starts showing me this legendary pussy of glory. She’s pulling the labia apart and telling me how it tastes like honey and men are addicted to going down on her. I tell her I’m mildly impressed but I don’t go down – not unless it’s my girl’s birthday. As soon as she sits back down I point to the ceiling and say “that’s a security camera”. She is shocked and humiliated at first, then finds it hilarious and starts waving at it.
- She won’t extract back to mine, claiming fatigue. As we head out to find a taxi she starts shit testing even harder, telling me I’m a loser and boring and I’ll never get to fuck her. I tell her she’s a whore and a pain in the arse. It’s all a game though – but it seems very serious at times. Outside Revolution bar I push her into an alcove and we make out. She’s telling me some more that I’ll never fuck her then asks if I’ve ever come in a girls mouth. I whip out my phone and show her a video of me coming over my Thai girl’s face. Her eyes sparkle and she asks if I like taking videos. Then I push her head down and she sucks me off enthusiastically. I tell her not to make me come because I’m saving it for the Turk tomorrow.
Finally she gets a cab home after I run some comfort. This ball-busting frame can’t go on forever. She sends me a nice text to tell me she got home safe. Phew, what a night! Learning points?
- This girl was a self-confessed sex addict / ball-buster. The way she talked about her exes (and the texts she showed) it’s obvious she completely dominates the men in her life. Not so with me – I told her I’ll break her and every time she hit me with something I came back harder. She loved it.
- She’s nearly six foot, slim, with massive hooters and a perfect arse. She has incredible sexual confidence and tried her best to alternate between intimidating me with her sexual power while also getting me to supplicate before her to get a piece. I refused and made her chase, or just took what I wanted
- I’ve never been shit tested so hard and in so many different ways. It was an education. Once I’d figured out what was going on (very early in the initial pick up) I never looked back. It was tremendous fun.
- Great for the inner game to go through this night, and with such an incredibly hot girl. As recently as two months ago I wouldn’t have been able to handle her at all.
For all this, I’m not sure if I’ll see her again. She’s massively attracted but she’s also got lots of options already set up and I have a nagging feeling that somewhere along the line I must’ve dropped the ball a little – though I can’t think of anything. I just figure I should’ve fucked her and yet I didn’t so ergo something went wrong.
We’ve swapped some texts and she invited me out to a club on Wednesday but it was a mass text so I didn’t bother responding. She’s already demonstrated she’s totally into me so I think I have to maintain value, not chase, and see if she comes chasing.