Trick
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There's an old saying: "Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me." You think it came from an episode of Star Trek or something. Amy could tell you for sure. No matter what it's origin was, you were going to take it to heart, and not let yourself get fooled by Sam again. Even if you kept hoping that she really did have a chance of heart. Or at least waited to do whatever she was going to do until after she finished what she was doing to your cock right now.
Sam keeps rubbing your cock, and massaging your thighs with the balls of her feet. "A draw wouldn't be so bad now, would it, Max? Neither of us loses." She keeps running her hand over your chest, and leans in closer to your ear as her voice drops slightly. "You'd be happy with a draw, wouldn't you?" She doesn't say anything for a few seconds, although her mouth gets closer to your ear, so that you can feel her warm breath tickling it.
Her voice changes slightly, and is even lower now. "But I wouldn't be. I play to win, Peewee."
Her hand lets go of your cock, as her legs suddenly raise up to squeeze around your waist. You feel her lifting her arms up, and start wrapping them around your head, presumably in some kind of headlock, a sleeper hold, or even a choke hold. Despite her legs already clenching down on you, driving the air out of your lungs, you've been expecting her to try something. You manage to get one arm up by your head to keep her arms from closing around you, which probably saves you from losing right there. Had Sam put you into some hold, such as a rear very naked choke, you probably wouldn't been able to escape from it.
As it is, Sam still has those long, powerful legs clamping down on your waist. She hooks her ankles, squeezing you tighter, even as she struggles to either get your arm out of the way, or to work that arm into some other kind of hold. She's lost the element of surprise though. In fact, she'd given that up a split-second too early through her need to deliver a soliloquy right as she was about to spring her trap.
You curse your stupidity as you struggle to keep her from getting some kind of hold or lock onto your head, while the pain from her legs bearing down on you threatens to make you want to tap out all by itself. But the realization that Sam had to twice now resort to trickery to try to beat you proved to you that she was worried she was losing to you. Even though you were at a disadvantage now, if you could just hold on for a little bit longer, you knew you could win this.
"Damn it, Peewee," Sam mutters through clenched teeth. "Stop fighting me!" Frustration shows heavily in her voice, and it's not of the sexual kind.
If you had any breath left in your lungs, you might say something. Instead, you work to keep her arms from finding some way to contain your head and arm. You manage to grab one of her wrists with your free arm, and pull the attached limb away from your head, giving yourself a reprieve from that attack. Now you can focus more on those legs wrapping around your torso, and squeezing you painfully tight.
Trick, or treat?
