Anyone for Tennis, Dennis? Ch. 15 - Sex Stories

Anyone for Tennis, Dennis? Ch. 15

... pressing against my bottom. He was sure turned on too.

"My bet is on the Rouse - the red head lady. She goes first. Janey for second. Em third and the Spanish girl to win."

"Really?" I asked. "Why? And what do I win?"

"If I lose, I buy you one of those machines?" He looked at me eyebrows raised.

"Hell yes." I said, maybe a bit too enthusiastically.

"I did not say that you would be allowed to use it." He said.

"What?" I nearly shrieked at him.

"I tease." He admitted.

I tuned back to watch, when the announcer said "Four Minutes."

Two of the ladies were already gasping and sweating.

Emma was still muttering to herself, her eyes locked on me.

Several of the onlookers were now chanting "Come, Come, Come."

The call got picked up by more of the crowd until the place was rocking with the shout.

"Six minutes."

I have no idea what technique the various Dominants were using. I wondered if any of them had managed to work out which of the girls they were controlling.

All four women were gasping. The ginger haired lady looked like she was grasping Emma and Janey and holding on for dear life.

"Eight Minutes."

Annnnd... she succumbed. Her hands whipped down to her crotch. She leaned forward, shrieking, in a very obvious and clearly pleasurable orgasm.

The crowd cheered and clapped.

Ginger -- slut Susan was it? Was gasping and crying out and pawing at her vulva, obviously now riding multiple orgasms. The sight of a woman orgasming ...

... like that got me dripping wet. That was so sexy.

"Ten Minutes."

Emma still looked as if she was coping, though I was beginning to worry that Dennis might be right. The Spanish looking lady, Lindsay, also seemed to be holding her own.

"Eleven Minutes."

That was the point when Janey screamed. She was sweating and crying out. Her hips were positively humping the machine.

The crowd let out another big cheer and clapped.

The Spanish lady was now biting her lower lip. She was panting like she was running a marathon.

"Twelve Minutes."

"Thirteen Minutes."

And Lindsay screamed. Her hands let go of Emma and gripped her own thighs.

"Fourteen Minutes."

"Fourteen and 30 seconds."

"Fifteen Minutes. We have a winner."

And just as the announcer said that, Emma let out a scream as she let herself orgasm.

The power must have been cut because, while the first three ladies looked relieved to have the stimulation stop. Emma almost looked disappointed.

The crowd clapped and cheered. Quite a few guys were re-adjusting their trousers. Still or again.

Watching those women orgasm like that was amazingly hot.

I knew that I was leaking and quite envious. I would guess that a lot of those watching, like me, just wanted to find somewhere quiet and fuck.

Sumo guy was handing round towels for the poor, exhausted, ladies to clean themselves.

"So you win little J." Dennis whispered. "We find somewhere here for reward you."

"Here?" I squeaked. I was not ...