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Divine Celebrity 141
🕑 Added 2023-06-17 03:54:01 +0000 UTC“So, Miriam, are you sad that you had to leave your poor boyfriend after that disastrous bet?” I asked as I pushed Miriam on the desk. She lay on her back, dazed. She didn’t answer immediately, busy receiving from the extended effort she had delivered under the desk, but I didn’t prompt her to move faster, enjoying the naked sight of her jiggling breasts.
Her top, already struggling under pressure, finally snapped as I helped her move, parting to the side to reveal an unobstructed sight of her amazing breasts… A delicious view all around.
“I …” she whispered after taking a deep breath that enhanced the sight even more. “I don’t feel guilty, of course,” she managed to answer even as she parted her legs open invitingly, finally angling for the final reward he had been working for the last half an hour. “He was the one that bet my chastity for the game, yet failed. I’m just being a dutiful girlfriend.”
It was hardly an accurate representation of what had happened, and under difficult circumstances, I would have loved to tease her about that in a lengthy manner. However, she was lucky that I had a match in fifteen minutes, meaning I needed to reward her quickly.
I didn’t even consider leaving her halfway, not after she had worked that hard to entertain me during the strategy meeting.
“You’re lucky I don’t have time to waste,” I said as my touch slid down, caressing her naked thigh. Then, without a warning, my touch turned into a spank, echoing in the room. “Let’s see if you can handle what you had been working for.”
And, with that, I gripped her ass and flipped her, so that her chest was pressing against the desk. It had the disadvantage of hiding her beautiful breasts from sight … but her plump ass was more than enough to compensate.
Especially with her misaligned cheerleader skirt adding a fun angle. “I guess, as the acting coach, my role is not limited to educating the players. I also need to educate the misbehaving cheerleaders,” I said as I slapped her ass, earning a helpless moan.
And, before her moan could fade away, slid inside her, enjoying the explosive nature of her following gasp. “You should be careful if you don’t want to be heard from outside,” I said.
While she tried to compile an answer, I closed my eyes, enjoying her tightness. She wrapped around me tightly, each push giving me an incredible jolt of pleasure. The soft sinking feeling I experienced as my fingers disappeared into her flesh.
“I don’t care,” she answered, the explosive moan that followed confirming her lack of concern about it being known. It didn’t surprise me that much-considering everything that led toward it, but still, it was impressive.
And, I knew for a fact that people could hear us … and not only that, but also sharing the audio of the event. The nature of the Intent I was collecting left no doubt about that.
“Even if people were sharing your amazing voice,” I answered, still feeling responsible enough to remind her that.
“Hardly a drawback,” she managed to answer, the longest sentence she could deliver as her moans got more and more intense. I shrugged before continuing to impale her. If it was not a problem for her, it was not a problem for me.
Of course, that didn’t mean it wouldn’t be a scandal for me. I had no doubt that people would start mentioning my name along with that scandal, contrasting it with the same event. There was even a chance that it could become a part of the growing national scandal…
If I was lucky.
After all, unlike the others, I didn’t have a giant business enterprise that could be tarnished. My only involvement was with Megan’s nascent startup … and for her, any scandal meant free advertisement.
Especially factoring in the other detail, that I was a literal hero to the city, giving them two memorable victories back to back after a long draught without a hint of success. I had no doubt that, the more I got targeted, the more items Megan would sell.
I knew that to be the case … as unlike the frantic calls I would have received if it was harmful, Megan sent only one message. ‘Make sure that whore wears our top while leaving,’ the message read, showing that she was already planning to make it a part of her marketing campaign.
I got the magical Intent I still desperately needed, Miriam got the five minutes of fame she was looking for, and Megan got her business opportunity. Everyone was happy … well, except for the poor guy who had been just humiliated on and off the field … but I didn’t particularly care about him. He wasn’t a hot girl.
“Harder,” Miriam moaned, making me focus on the present, loud despite her trembling voice. I shrugged as I tightened my hold and pushed forward, the sound of flesh hitting flesh enough to echo from the walls, leaving absolutely no doubt about what was going on in the room — not that it was a mystery before.
“As you wish, whore,” I said as I decided to spank her ass, adding another layer to the explosive sounds, her voice intensifying even further.
Soon,, I stopped spanking. Instead, I leaned forward, grabbing her hair for extra leverage, and pulled her hard enough to lift her, the pain of the pull just enough to trigger her moans even further. She clearly enjoyed the rougher treatment.
I leaned forward as well, far enough that my breath was falling on her neck, her body trapped between the desk and my body, putting enough weight to be uncomfortable.
That only made her moans more intense, climbing toward the climax.
“More, more, more! You magnificent bastard!” she moaned, driving closer and closer to the climax. And, when I used her raised torso to my advantage to sneak a hand and twist her nipple, that gave her the last bit of help she needed to topple over the hill.
And, she collapsed, her moans turning dazed.
I pulled out, and she collapsed over the desk,, murmuring in a daze. “That was … amazing.”
I chuckled. “It was, but it was also just five minutes, we still have ten minutes to kill,” I answered as I grabbed her hips and flipped her. She lay on her back, her eyes parted open in shock.
“Y-you’re lying. There’s no way it had been only five minutes.”
“Really,” I chuckled as I slapped her breast, enjoying its jiggles, then pointed at the clock on the wall. “How about this, then?” I chuckled.
“I … I don’t know. Maybe it’s not correct —“ she argued, which was cut short as I pushed inside her, cutting her words short.
“It’s not like you’re the one with a timetable, sweetie,” I said as I started moving. “Just enjoy.”
She opened her mouth, but neither agreement nor argument left her mouth. She just moaned, her body hypersensitive after a climax. I pushed recklessly, her moans making it even more fun for me as my shaft explored her depths once more.
I could have used my hand or my lips to silence her … but considering we were well past the point of hiding what was going on in the room from the public, I decided to let her … each moan and cry working as a monument to my sexual prowess.
With some incredible results.
[Intent Pool: 57.4%]
Almost thirty percent increase since I had arrived, more than half coming after I had sent the rest of the team away.
I continued to push inside her repeatedly. I was satisfied with the gains I had made, but she deserved a reward for the process … a reward that I was more than willing to give to her.
“Do you think you can last ten minutes,” I asked. I felt her stiffen at my question, one that was quickly destroyed by her moans.
“I — don’t — know,” she said, each word interrupted by a moan, not that I could blame her when I deliberately quickened the beat of my hips. As my invasion draw near to its end, she achieved the impossible, tightening even further.
“Do you want me to slow down?” I asked, chuckling as I asked. It took a while for her to answer, but considering the blush on her face, more intense than anything I felt on her, was more than enough as an answer. “No, don’t you dare!” she managed to answer a while later.
“As you wish,” I said, quickening my invasion even further, and when she tightened once more, it brought me to the edge of an explosion. I pulled the last moment, spraying her beautiful tits with my cum, the color of it contrasting beautifully with her dusky skin.
A spectacular fun, I thought as I pulled back, and removed my new top, throwing it on her.
“Just to make sure everyone knows who is responsible for your state. Make sure you wear it,” I said even as I pulled her skirt off.
The t-shirt was tall enough to function as a skirt for her, after all. A dangerously mini one, but still good enough.
“You look nice,” I said as she sat on the desk, still dazed as I caressed her cheek. “Pity I need to leave you, but I have a match to win.”
With that, I chuckled and walked, and when I opened the door, Kim was there, holding another shirt for me. “Busy day, right,” I chuckled.
“Yes, pity you’re going to miss the photo shoot,” Kim answered with a dark chuckle as she passed me, closing the door behind her.
For a moment, I thought about following her inside to reeducate her about the perils of teasing me.
Pity I had a match to win, and a coach to humiliate.
Comments
DocteurNS
It is true that you might be using "chuckle" a tad too much.
