Son of a…really?! Neither of the other guys had gone off?! Jamie’s mask fell and she grimaced. The blonde knew that she had had just about all the cock she could take for the day. While she had a love for getting pounded by one to the point of exhaustion, she was reminded why she liked girls more than boys: because that cock can be attached to a real hubristic dick. She wasn’t going to make it to Nick if she had to swallow one more ounce of male bravado. And something about the way Carl carried himself led her to believe that he was -full- of male bravado. Great…<br/><br/>One more smug grin and she was going to snap and castrate the next owner of said smug grin in the same manner that farmers do to their horses: with a rubberband and without anesthesia. That would surely make any man as pleasant to ride as a gelding.<br/><br/>Sooooo….she may be on the verge of a blue balling rampage. But could you blame her? Jamie was fiery, saw herself as a Top, and right now, forced to butt heads with three other Doms while jammed into the submissive position of having them use her for their pleasure, her patience was wearing very, very thin. She wasn’t going to break or give any more ground unless she was met somewhere in the middle.<br/><br/>Now she was suddenly very aware of why she liked playing with girls more than boys: women will bend, they will accommodate, they will choose to let themselves be handled. Even now, she herself was bending and giving handjobs, which wasn’t really how she planned to spend her Monday evening. Although the girl who loved girls had a massive kink for riding a guy, she’d gladly light that fantasy on fire and bury the ashes somewhere in the backyard next to her goldfish if none of these men were brave enough to surrender to her.<br/><br/>Usually Jamie was gentle as a lamb…and would probably to turn out to be a gentle and loving Domme. Her art revolved around tearing things apart and building them back up; surely that would extend to how she behave when her medium of choice turned into a Submissive’s body rather than a piece of clay or metal. But having Kyle’s pride shoved down her throat was turning her into a very ornery bull of a Top, one that was ready to gore the next rider that had the misfortune of getting bucked off of her. And if Carl was going to fight with her instead of willingly go for a ride, Jamie was going to kick him in the head with those three-inch heels after she bucked him off of her.<br/><br/>Which was a shame…because Jamie had a –very- dirty mouth and active imagination, and would’ve loved to take Carl out for a ride.<br/><br/>Though…speaking of taking him out for a ride…she supposed she should probably go over there and play, now that she had managed to get roped into this rotation and Jun and Nadia had moved. Christi was going to get a very harsh spanking later for suggesting this idea. With a sigh and resigning herself to her fate of having yet another man’s equipment in her hands, she began to wriggle her way out of her comfy position on the couch. The buxom blonde slung her legs off the couch and onto the floor, standing and making her way to Mr. Soccer All Star.<br/><br/>“What’s up, Carl? Couldn’t quite get off?” she plopped down next to him, sitting cross-legged as though they were just hanging out and about to just carry on a normal conversation…even though the boy wast entirely nude. He was cute but she’d seen enough nude models in her advanced drawing classes that she could view him as a bunch of shapes, shadows and color rather than a hunky soccer player. Jamie liked him, he was always pretty nice and they could usually chat amicably about sports, drama club, etc. And Jamie had shown him how to properly use a couple of powertools before he lost his thumbs to a table saw, so he should know about how passionate, pleasant and patient she could be. But she knew that Carl the Dom was not the same as Carl…just as Jamie the Domme was not the same as Jamie.<br/><br/>The moment Christi yelled “Go!”, Jamie set her jaw and looked down at him, meeting his gaze with bright green eyes that were usually soft and warm; but now the orbs flickered with intensity. They didn’t smolder with lust, they –burned- with what seemed her unbreakable will. She eyed the boy not with the tender, wantonness gaze of a Sub, but with the steely, calculating glare of a Domme that saw the soccer player as little more than a piece of meat.<br/><br/>“Here’s the deal Carl: I love to play with women. The way they taste…the way they feel…all the little noises they make, much more appealing to me than a man. And you my friend, are obviously no woman.” Jamie traced the soft pad of her index finger lightly along the curve of his balls as though to prove a point. Yup, no vaginas around here! Then her very warm hand cupped his balls lightly, giving Carl some achingly slow and teasing fondling treatment to string him up a little higher. “Though here I am…’taking one for the team’ I guess as you would say. Which isn’t bad, I love to ride a good cock.” Jamie’s fingers lazily made their way upwards, wrapping around the base of his shaft. She began running her hand from the base of his shaft to bottom of the bulbous head of his cock. Sometimes her fingers would flutter or she would grip him just a tad bit tighter, trying her best to mimic the way she knew her pussy would feel around him.<br/><br/>“I have this…issue…I suppose with a man’s cum. I don’t like it on me. –In- me…fine. –On- me…well…not going to happen. You understand, hmm?” Jamie purred…though even though she purred like a kitten, her green eyes flashed like a tigress. Almost –daring- him to do something as stupid as to cum on her. “And you understand that if you break my limit, I’m going to have to punish you severely, yes? I’m thinking…” Jamie stopped her pumping, gave his dick a gentle squeeze, and then began to maddeningly run her thumb over the head in quick circles, her expression turning thoughtful as she tried to think of a proper punishment. “Hmm…I can’t decide between orgasm denial as a punishment for breaking my limit or orgasm exhaustion by riding you til it hurts and you black out. Either way you’d probably have to be tied up. What do you think?” She flashed him a wicked grin, eyes never leaving his for a moment as her hand began to quickly run up and down the length of his throbbing shaft.