Carl felt a new and strange anxiety as Jun grinned at him. He was so used to thinking of himself as the top. Every fantasy he ever had was about being in charge. It was who he was! Yet now, he was lying essentially helpless as this supposedly submissive Asian girl was getting free rein to jerk his cock and try to make him cum for three minutes. Even worse, Carl had proposed the whole stupid contest. What an idiot he was. He should be the one teasing Jun, forcing her to jerk him off or do whatever he wanted. Using her body as he pleased and driving her insane with pleasure for his own enjoyment. This feeling of vulnerability was definitely not easy to ignore.<br/><br/>"Do you worst, Jun," he teased her with a grin, masking his own nervousness with steely resolve.<br/><br/>Carl decided that his only chance to retain some of the control he enjoyed was going to be his self-control. He would win this damn contest and not make any of the girls get him to pop first, no matter what they did. He'd only cum when he decided it was time. He controlled his pleasure, no one else. None of these silly girls would get him to give in. Stubbornly, he clung to that plan as Jun suddenly moved to straddle him.<br/><br/>The best made plans are thrown out the door when the game begins and Carl was stunned as the half-naked girl appeared as if she was about to impale her pink slit on his throbbing cock! It was against the rules, and part of him knew it was just a tease, but his cock twitched and he let out an involuntary gasp as he suddenly yearned so badly to plunge into that dripping crevasse that hovered an inch above his sensitive tip. He could literally feel her heat on his cock and... oh fuck!?... was that a drop of her juice that just landed on his sensitive tip? Was dripping bodily fluids against the rules? It felt so good that he wasn't sure he even cared.<br/><br/>Just that quickly, Carl was in the backseat and Jun was driving his car at reckless speeds and he was helpless to do anything but hang on. He was fighting from her first touch to not just explode in her stroking hand and spray his spunk all over the swollen and puffy pink crevasse that hovered above his rock hard cock. He started to wish he could get even harder, to grow just another half inch so he could nuzzle through those dripping folds and push against the small hood that hid her clit. Her soaking slit became a seductive goal that he couldn't drag his eyes from, magnetic in its pull and insidious as it stoked his lust to a fever pitch. He would do almost anything to spear his big cock into that tight hole at this moment and, with that realization, he knew his self-control was rapidly waning.<br/><br/>And even worse, Jun had started to share her incredibly filthy fantasies with him. Good god this girl was dirty! It's always the quiet ones. She was going off about being fucked by multiple guys and girls at the same time. Being fucked by a machine in all her holes. Did she just say she wanted to have two cocks in one hole at the same time?! Carl thought he had seen that in a porno once, but he had assumed it was anatomically impossible for most women. And she wanted to do all this while being recorded or watched. As if his brain wasn't turned on enough with that pink pussy circling above his cock, he was now filled with unforgettably kinky images of Jun acting like a depraved porn star. And his ears were filled with her suddenly sultry voice describing it all. And of course, her fingers were stroking him so hard and fast. His shaft was slippery with his pre-cum and her own dripping juices, letting her pump him smoothly and with maximal stimulation.<br/><br/>To Jun and anyone watching, Carl knew he maintained some semblance of control. He wasn't writhing or moaning at least. But his body had become rigid, every muscle tensing as he fought the urge to cum. The tendons in his neck strained and his jaw locked in what was supposed to be a casual grin, but looked more like the clenched rigor mortis smile of a corpse. His eyes bulged and his head lifted slightly off the ground as his hands clenched into fists. Even his breathing had deteriorated into a series of ragged pants.<br/><br/>Then Jun shifted to taunting Carl, calling him out on his vulnerability, and asking, no<i>begging</i>, him to cum on her sweet pussy. To claim her dripping sex as his own and mark her with his seed. It was pure agony. Every fiber of his body wanted to explode on this Asian vixen that had driven him to edge. It felt like a geyser of cum would erupt from his straining cock at any second, drenching her in milky spunk. Somehow, Carl didn't know how, he held on, but from his lips a low moan came out involuntarily. Half-strangled and faltering, it betrayed how close to victory she was.<br/><br/>Just at that moment, Christi called time and Carl let out a sigh of relief and groaned out, "Oh thank god.. fuck you are going to pay Jun!"<br/><br/>Carl's entire body slumped as he relaxed, sweat dripping off his forehead from the exertion of fighting Jun's teasing. His mind was spinning as he tried to take deep breaths and relax himself before round two. He had no idea what had happened with Kyle or Nick, nor gotten any intel as to what the next torment would be. His entire world had been compressed to just Jun's fingers, pussy and dirty voice, with everything else completely zoned out.<br/><br/>This was crazy. There was no way he was going to make it. These horny and filthy girls were undeniable. He wished he hadn't gotten so hard playing with Nadia right before this. Or that he had at least jerked off before coming to the meeting. He felt like a primed grenade, ready to explode as soon as the next girl pulled the pin.<br/><br/>Holy shit was he fucked.