The air was heavy with the beat, and their movements were a testament to their skill and practice. But it was more than just their technical prowess that held me captive – it was the raw sensuality that emanated from every step, every gesture.
My body responded instinctively, my penis twitching with anticipation as the dancer's hips swiveled and her legs stretched out in a tantalizing display of flexibility.
When she leaned against the pole, her leg extended high above her head, and her body arched in a provocative pose, I felt a primal urge to rush forward and claim her.
The desire was almost overwhelming, a visceral response to the blatant invitation she seemed to be extending.
"Ugh... I want to see it up close," I muttered, my voice barely audible over the pounding music.
As if sensing my hunger, the women from the red team sauntered over to our side, their eyes locked on me with a knowing glint.
They began to dance, their bodies weaving in and out of each other in a deliberate provocation.
I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude at the spectacle unfolding before me. "If it's this kind of provocation, then it's a complete thank you! A Big Thank you!" I exclaimed, my words tumbling out in a fervent expression of appreciation.
And then, as if fate had conspired to bring us together, Airi Grace stood before me, her body a vision of loveliness. I swallowed hard, my throat dry with anticipation, and adjusted my posture to get a better look.
Airi's smile was a revelation – a lewd and decadent curve of her lips that seemed to belie her innocent face. Her breasts were a lush, inviting expanse of flesh, her nipples pink and tantalizing. Her abdomen was flat and toned, her pubic hair neatly groomed in a subtle invitation.
As I gazed upon Airi's body, my penis stirred once more, rising to a half-erect state that seemed to throb with anticipation. I felt my breath catch in my throat, my chest heaving with desire.
"Haah. Haah..." she panted, her voice a ragged whisper of longing.
As she released a series of sultry breaths, her slender fingers grasped the pole firmly, securing it to the ground before she began to dance.
The fluid movements of her body seemed to hypnotize me, and I felt an intense stirring within. Each time her delicate hand swept across the pole, the sensation was akin to her stroking my swollen penis, sending shivers down my spine.
The moment her tongue darted out to lick the pole, the feeling transformed into a tantalizing caress, as if her tongue was lavishing attention on my most intimate areas.
Airi's seductive dance continued to weave its spell, and my arousal grew, my penis expanding to its limits, straining against the confines of my clothing.
The more she danced, the more I felt my control slipping, my desire for her escalating to dizzying heights.
"...?!"
Airi's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sight of my fully erect penis, but her initial shock soon gave way to a sly smile that curled the corners of her mouth.
Her dance changed in an instant, the movements becoming more pronounced, more deliberate.
With both hands grasping the pole, she arched her upper body, thrusting her buttocks towards me in a perfect imitation of the doggy-style position.
The sight was almost too much to bear, her vagina and anus exposed, tantalizing me with their proximity.
As she moved her buttocks from side to side, teasing me with the promise of forbidden pleasure, I caught sight of a small black spot on her left labia, and my gaze was drawn to the delicate pink petals, glistening with the evidence of her own arousal.
The tightly closed, chrysanthemum-shaped anus was a sight to behold, its very innocence only adding to the allure.
'Fuck…!'
I cursed inwardly, my frustration and desire warring for dominance.
The urge to grab her waist and plunge into her vagina was almost overwhelming, but I knew I had to restrain myself.
Giving in to my baser instincts would be a breach of etiquette, and I couldn't afford to risk being expelled from the sports festival.
My goal was to savor every moment of this experience, to indulge in the delights on offer, and ultimately, to claim Airi as my own.
I swallowed hard, the bitter taste of restraint mingling with the sweetness of anticipation, as I fixed my gaze intently on Airi's body, drinking in the beauty of her curves.
She slid up and down the pole, her body undulating in a sensual rhythm.
Her legs were splayed wide open, leaving her most intimate parts exposed, and her voluptuous breasts bounced with an unbridled lewdness.
The air was electric with tension as she moved, her body language screaming of unbridled desire.
The moment of truth arrived when she spread her legs even wider, her thighs parting like a curtain to reveal the secrets within. And then, in a move that left me breathless, she lifted them upto my left shoulder, her skin white and shiny.
The distance between us dissolved, and my arousal was suddenly mere millimeters away from her inviting depths. My glans slipped between the soft, pink lips of Airi's vagina, and I felt the scorching warmth of her inner sanctum envelop the tip of my shaft.
It was a tantalizing taste of what was to come, and I yearned for just a fraction more – a mere centimeter would have been enough to send me careening over the edge.
But it was not to be.
All of it was just my imagination.
She was still far away.
As the music came to an abrupt halt, she pulled her body back, and our intimate connection was severed. The thread of her juices that had bound us together stretched out, a glistening strand of desire, before snapping like a fragile thread.
A low, husky laugh escaped her lips as she gazed at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. And then, with a playful smile, she retrieved her baton and sauntered back to the red team's area, leaving me bereft and aching.
A growl of frustration rumbled in my throat.
My left hand twitched with the urge to wrap itself around my shaft and find release.
But I gritted my teeth and resisted, summoning a superhuman patience to still my raging desires.
There would be other opportunities to score, and I couldn't afford to waste my energy on a fleeting moment of self-gratification.
The wait would be worth it – I had to believe that.
My gaze lingered on my rigid erection, its towering presence a testament to my unyielding arousal.
It stood unwavering, as if poised to pierce the heavens themselves, yet somehow, it seemed forlorn and isolated, a monument to unfulfilled desire.
The emcee's voice cut through the air, a brazen announcement that sent a thrill coursing through the crowd. "And now, it's time to begin the stick sucking competition!"
The euphemism was almost laughable, a thinly veiled attempt to disguise the true nature of the game.
It was, in essence, a test of endurance, a trial of fellatio.
The rules were deceptively simple: each participant had to withstand the ministrations of the opposing team's women for as long as possible, resisting the inevitable tide of orgasm.
The last man standing, or rather, the last man to succumb to his desires, would be declared the winner.
I, too, had chosen to participate in this lascivious game, though my intentions were far from pure.
I had no desire to win, no need to prove myself.
I was here to indulge in the sheer pleasure of it all, to savor the sensations and let go of my inhibitions. And I was not alone in this sentiment; most of the participants, it seemed, had similar intentions.
As I glanced around, I noticed one notable absence: Airi Grace had chosen not to participate.
Her reasons, I could only speculate, but for now, I pushed the thought aside and focused on the task at hand.
My strategy, if it could be called that, was to pace myself, to hold back just enough to prolong the experience, but not so much that I denied myself the ultimate release.
I would indulge, and then, when the time was right, I would surrender to my desires, letting the waves of pleasure wash over me. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I steeled myself for the delights that lay ahead.