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Divine Celebrity 61
🕑 Added 2022-09-17 03:59:01 +0000 UTCWhile I was torn between the amusement of being the target of the cheerleader equivalent of an attempted military coup and the pleasure I was getting from the perks of such an attempt.
Then, the busty black beauty that decided a slutty nun outfit was a great approximation of a bishop started walking forward, once again making me focus on the present.
She shook her head, her beautiful hair flailing freely, though my attention was more on her statuesque legs, looking particularly striking in the white stocking and garter belt she was wearing, though, every step of hers was straining her hips, showing her body needed just one excuse to get free of the restrictive confines of her outfit.
And I was more than happy to give her that excuse as she stood in front of me, leaning forward to give a glimpse of her cleavage but nothing more, as if she was going to play a slower game than her friends.
As much as I enjoyed being a part of their little game, it wasn’t to the point of allowing them to tease me as much as they wanted without consequences. I decided to give her body the excuse they needed to escape their prison and grabbed her costume and pulled.
The fabric was already thin, and against my sharp strength, it had no chance of resisting my pull, leaving her body naked.
Technically, not completely naked, but considering she was not wearing a bra or panties, and had just a garter belt and stockings on, it wouldn’t be an unfair statement to classify her as naked. “Naughty,” she gasped in a scandalized voice, but her shock didn’t prevent her from lowering her to my lap.
Unlike her friends, she chose to sit down while looking the other way, her back pressing against my chest and leaving her tits free to jump beautifully at every move.
And I was quick to grab her naked hips as she landed, enhancing her rhythmic display even more. She might not have the perfect physique of her friends, but her thickness was certainly an amazing benefit during a lap dance as she undulated back and forth, more than compensating for a lack of close attention after the distant show of the Latino beauty.
Pity I didn’t have enough cash to stuff into her stockings to enhance the impression even more. Instead, I decided to break the impression even more by moving my hands up, grabbing her legs, and forcibly widening them before letting my fingers drift toward her core.
Only to receive another pointed cough from Megan, who was still watching the show with a surprisingly calm attitude.
I caught her gaze and smirked and let my hands go back to her hips, but not before keeping them there just enough to make a point to her, showing that her control over our fake relationship was not as strong as she might have hoped.
Meanwhile, the black beauty grabbed my hands and dragged them up, allowing them to land on her even more impressive breasts, allowing me to dig into her soft skin, moaning beautifully under the dance of my fingers.
Too bad her song came to an end soon after as well, leaving me longing for more. “You should think about where you can get proper entertainment,” she whispered, which, unlike the other girls, was not particularly low. It was more accurately classified as stage-whisper.
The rest of the girls giggled playfully, while Megan’s expression got even stonier. But, before she could say anything, the beautiful busty redhead that was representing the queen walked forward, each step beautiful and measured, yet somehow radiating allure as she strained the capabilities of her black lingerie.
Yet, she didn’t sit down, but started fiddling with my belt. “You look too uncomfortable in those pants,” she said as she unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down with a speed that surprised me, leaving the task of hiding my erection to my boxers.
A task that they were woefully unequipped for.
“Damn,” she whispered as her gaze fell on my erection, her beautiful green eyes widening. “You have so much to offer,” she whispered before she turned to look at Megan. “Too bad you have a jealous bitch as a girlfriend, afraid to share. Pity, she’s afraid of a bit of competition.”
“Oh, sweetie, she’s not afraid of sharing, she’s just more selective about who to share with,” said a familiar voice. One that neither belonged to Megan nor to the cheerleaders.
I twisted my neck, only to see Kim already inside, leaning against the wall. Normally, I wouldn’t have missed her entrance, but in my own defense, a room full of beauties, some half naked while the rest completely naked, worked rather spectacularly as a distraction.
“K-Kim,” the redhead on my lap stammered fearfully, an attitude that she didn’t even display against the others.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at her reaction, though that didn’t prevent me from grabbing the arm of the redhead and pulling her onto my lap, with no intention of wasting time. Since she released the monster from its confines, she needed to pay for it.
As I guided her hips to rock, I looked at Kim, capturing the way she dressed. She had leaned into her street punk look, even more, replacing the jeans she wore previously with leather pants — which looked spectacular on her body while still giving an aura of danger. She didn’t have a leather jacket, just a white ripped t-shirt, one that split the difference between sexy and dangerous successfully.
Kim started walking forward, each step tense and threatening, at least against the cheerleaders, making them flinch. For me, it just made her more arousing, especially with the memories of the shower still bright in my mind.
The redhead was clearly scared of Kim, but luckily, for the sanity of my self-confidence, that fear soon lost its impact as I guided her hips to rock furiously on my lap. That advantage flickered slightly when Kim stood next to us and ripped off the bra of the other redhead in the room.
Only to disappear once again as I used my lips to capture her recently-freed nipple and renew her pleasure.
Kim looked slightly miffed at the effects of her grand gesture destroyed as she tried to look dangerous and dominant, but her smirk was back when I caught her gaze and smirked at her, challenging her to impress me.
Her gaze widened, showing that she was more than happy to take on that challenge.
When the song was finished, Kim looked at the blonde cheerleader with an amused expression, one that she met with a similar expression, showing that it wasn’t a coincidence that she was playing the king in their little game.
“So, do you think you can handle a proper show before I bring him back to proper fun,” Kim said.
“Oh, I can handle anything you can give,” the blonde answered as she threw away the scepter she was holding before she walked forward.
Kim pushed the poor redhead away, but I decided to keep my mouth shut when she followed that by pulling down my boxers.
The matching gasps of appreciation as they fully appeared for the gazes of the sexy cheerleaders were certainly an ego boost. Pity that the room had frosted glass windows, preventing the rest of the party from getting a proper view of what was going on, just getting glimpses.
The resulting boost of Intent would certainly be useful.
“Let’s see if you can handle a proper one,” Kim said as she wrapped her blonde hair before pushing her head down, challenging the head cheerleader for a deep-throat.
What an interesting relationship they shared, I thought. I was fascinated by the dynamics between Megan, Kim, and the rest of the cheerleaders, almost as much as I was impressed by the way the blonde cheerleader’s throat wrapped around my shaft, pushing me dangerously toward the edge.
I had no doubt that, without the recent physical improvements that gave me a boost in pleasure, I would have exploded into her throat.
“Feel free to tap his leg whenever you want to surrender,” Kim said as she pushed the blonde down even more mercilessly, her gags filling the room, loud enough to suppress the music for a moment.
I might have thought that Kim was being too mean, if it wasn’t for the fact that she had subjected herself to that treatment just a few days ago, and handled that work excellently.
“Not as easy as you hoped, right?” Kim murmured. I couldn’t help but smile as I remembered myself uttering the exact same words. Amusingly, even the effect was the same, an impotent angry glare, though this time targeting Kim rather than me.
The blonde managed to show excellent resistance, avoiding the need to complain even as Kim pushed her down with increasing aggression. As minutes passed, Kim started to throw hesitant glares at me, clearly afraid that I would fold before the blonde.
Her fears were accurate, as, without the recent improvements and the increased bodily control they gave me, I would have already exploded.
Luckily for Kim’s little plan, the blonde tapped my leg soon after, and Kim let her go, watching as she coughed and gasped. “Too bad you can’t handle a proper man,” Kim said smugly before she pulled my boxers back on and grabbed my hand, then, looked at Megan. “Let’s go and reward the hero of the day, properly,” Kim said smugly.
“Exactly,” Megan said as she grabbed my pants that were on the floor before she hooked her arm to my right, while Kim took the left, guiding me out of the room wearing just my boxers and t-shirt, leaving a group of frustrated cheerleaders behind.
I waited until we left the room before whispering. “You better hope that your plan is sufficiently impressive,” I said, followed by a chuckle.
They really needed to offer a lot of benefits as well as an impressive show to prevent me from returning to the slutty embrace of six cheerleaders…
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