Karen Ch. 03: Creamed Pants

At the moment she danced excessively to a hard and fast beat with fast and powerful, but also graceful, moves. While she spun around she saw him and waved at him. Then she ordered him with her index finger to join her. He felt very clumsy while he followed her order. Dancing wasn't his usual business. He felt like a piece of wood while he tried to find moves that matched the fast rhythm of the music. He gawked at Karen. For her, it seemed so easy to find fitting moves. Not only fitting: elegant, graceful, incredible sexy and natural. Her moves looked so powerful but effortless at the same time. Karen grabbed Ken's head and neared her mouth to his ear.

"You like what you see? Watch my finger when I start your countdown to cum".

She released his head and danced around him. He adored her gyrating her hips. It felt like she was touching his cock with her breasts, when she pushed her chest forward. She pressed her breasts together with both hands, then she showed him a "three" with her right hand. His cock poked even more against his jeans. She grabbed his right hand and made him spin around under her leadership. He remember her words. It was confusing. He felt like a puppet, as she was his puppeteer. He was intoxicated by her leadership. It felt so safe to submit to her.

Then she showed him a "two". Karen stood in front of him. With her hands on her hips, she exuded supremacy. Her pelvis gyrated like the number eight and he felt like she was fucking him with strong and determined moves. He imagined the feeling of her inner muscles massaging his cock.

She showed him a "one". Ken's hips moved back and forth in the rhythm of her gyrating hips. He felt like she milked him, but she didn't even touch him. She grabbed his head, drew him to her, leaned her body against him, neared her mouth to his ear. "Cum" she ordered. He spasmed against her lucky that she held him so closely to protect him. Now he felt her hips gyrating against his pelvis. It felt like she sucked the cum out of his hard on. After a long moment, he caught his breath. He was totally confused and spent. She hadn't stimulated his cock directly. She only leaned her body against him. That was the only contact to make him spurt in his pants. And he was sure now that she didn't even need to touch him to lead him to a forceful orgasm.

"Don't be afraid that I could do everything I want to you." She laughed croaky and happy. "Perhaps I can! You can't stop me. I twist you around my little finger every time I want it without effort. But I'm a good girl. I won't permanently damage you!".

As he caught his breath, she told him, "That is the first time for you to change your pants! See you, Ken! I'm now looking for other victims!"

She released him. Confused, he entered the restroom to change the first pair of pants. They were soaked with his cum and it was just high time to change them before he got a visible wet stain on his jeans. He had even chosen pants with a thick fabric.

As he came back to the main part of the club, she was still on the dance floor. As she noticed him, she signaled him to stay away from the dance floor. After several seconds, Ken recognized the reason. She danced with another guy. He looked good, Ken had to admit. He looked like a sportsman. He danced self-confidently and hit the beat of the music well. Ken felt jealous, inferior, and unmanly. Karen looked at him and shook her head in disappointment. Yes, she told him, that she respected him and that she didn't want to hurt him. That they were friends.

Ken watched them dancing. The man looked good on the dance floor. Ken begrudged him for his confidence and his knowing how to move.

Then he looked at Karen. She danced around the man. Sometime, she touched him slightly. From time to time, she bumped her pelvis into his. It looked like incidental touches, but Ken knew that she planned this exactly to turn him on. When she turned around, she pressed her ass into his crotch from time to time while bending forward.

Ken observed that the man become obviously horny. His cock tented his pants. Karen's moves began to get more offensive. She grabbed his hips and pulled him to her until her crotch rubbed against him. Then she pushed him away and looked at him, challengingly, while she made a circle movement with her chest to accentuate her breasts. The man tried to hide his then obvious erection by moving his front in directions where no one could see his aroused state. Karen seemed more and more to be the director of the situation. The moves of the man became more and more clumsy. Karen danced then very closely to the man. It seemed like he didn't know how to handle the situation. He was totally horny and thrilled. But at the same time, he recognized, that he was so horny that he could cum on the dance floor.

Ken thought, that that is something the man really didn't want. His pride prevented him to flee this situation. He was used to being the alpha man. Perhaps that was the reason he didn't try to escape. Despite his arousal, he tried to be in control but didn't allow himself to admit that he had lost control totally. Karen bumped her ass then in his crotch and held him in place with her hands on his hip bones. She seemed to totally enjoy the dance. The man tried to get off her grip halfheartedly, but it was too late. Karen ground his cock with her ass in fast and powerful moves. Soon the man exploded violently. He pushed his pelvis energetically against her ass, while spurting gushes of cum in his briefs. After grinding him some more until his climax subsided, Karen turned to him and looked at him. She grabbed his head and said something in his ear. She grabbed his crotch with one hand and kneaded it for several seconds until a wet spot of cum soaked through his jeans. After that, the man fled from the dance floor like he was followed by zombies.

Karen danced for a few minutes more and left then the dance floor to visit Ken.

She grabbed his head and whispered, "At first I told him I need a hard big cock tonight and that I love strong men with stamina who can fuck me for hours. After I made him cum, I told him that he was like an horny rabbit without a hint of self control and that I want a real man and not a weak minute-man like him. He was so frustrated. That was fun!" Karen laughed aloud.

"D-do you think of me in this way, too, L-lovely Karen?" Ken asked shyly and unhappily. Karen looked at him, surprised. Then she shook her head.

"Nononono! Don't think this way, Ken. This man wasn't really a premature ejaculator without self-control and you aren't one, either! I made him feel like a loser because I'm so strong and sexy. And I twist you around my little finger because I'm so powerful." Karen replied seriously.

The music became slower and Karen entered the dance floor again searching for her next prey. She embraced a guy dancing alone. Soon, he shivered in her arms, when she pressed her knee from time to time against his crotch. Ken watched this scene in awe.

After about four minutes, the song ended. Karen took her victim by the hand and they left the dance floor. After that, she entangled him again. While she held the guy closely, her hands stroked him all over his upper body. Then her hands searched for ways under his clothes to stroke the skin of his upper body. She kissed him forcefully. He shivered and pressed his body firm against hers. After a few moments, she let him go and left him. Ken observed the wet stain on his trousers. The guy left the club with a lowered gaze to avoid eye contact with other people.

Karen returned to Ken. "That was fun tonight. How are you, watching me, and dealing with these guys?"

"That was incredible!" Ken answered in awe.

"What about your state now?" Karen examined his crotch.

"I don't know!" Ken replied. "I was so intrigued, what you did to those guys, that I didn't think about my own sexuality. You are a goddess, lovely Karen! Uuuuuh, I, I'm horny like hell again!"

"Yes, I know!" Karen answered. "Get erect now!" She ordered.

While watching his crotch, he saw his cock rising until he reached his full state of hardness.

She hugged him.

"Ken, I thank you for being here. I enjoyed it very much, that you weren't jealous this time!"

She shoved one knee between his legs.

"You came once this evening. I barely touched you. Now I'll make you cum a second time. How does it feel?"

Soon Ken felt like a puppet under her administration and her control over him.

"Cum now!" She ordered without a countdown.

Ken came violently in his pants again.

"Good boy," she complimented Ken.

"I think, the next time, I will make you come without even touching you! Perhaps from a distance." Karen declared. "I'm just thinking about a challenging situation for me. You are so obedient! Good boy!"

Ken hummed in pleasure. Somehow he was proud of her compliment...

***

The next time, Karen ordered Ken to a football game.

"My cheerleading group is going to perform for the football game of the Red Braves and I want you to be there. Perhaps I'll manage to make my cock cum without even touching you. Perhaps it won't work, but I will give it a try. 'Without even touching you': Doesn't it sound hot? Imagine me, dealing with you during the cheerleading performance. While we dance and cheer for the team and the public, you will be under my spell. I'll make you so hot, that you can't help yourself and blow your sticky load in a big eruption in your pants." Karen laughed in anticipation. "I bet it will work!"

Ken arrived at the event early and managed to get a good place near the border of the playing field. He wasn't into American football. He barely knew the teams and didn't know anything about the meaning of this game. He thought that perhaps he'd arrive early so he could see much more of the cheerleaders. But he had to wait some time to see them. He didn't believe that Karen's plan would work. Nevertheless, he was thrilled by the idea and he fantasized about Karen and the cheerleaders dancing and jumping.

The cheerleaders began dancing just 10 minutes before the game started. All women of the cheerleading team were beautiful. The colors of their uniform was reminiscent of the colors of Wonder Woman. The top and the boots were red, the skirts were blue. Every part of their clothes ended in a golden stripe on top. But unlike the Wonder Woman costume, the red short halter top bared their flat tummies. The short blue pleated skirts where spangled with stars.

"Yummy", Ken thought, and his mouth became wet.

During the first performance, cheerleaders proved her artistic skills. They performed flips, back flips and cartwheels. They jumped and made made spectacular stunts. They built some pyramids. Ken couldn't imagine how it worked. Ken was amazed at the gymnastic skills of the young women.

At the end of the performance, they changed their style more to dancing. They were building a line. Karen was in the middle and made seductive steps in the direction of the crowd. Simultaneously, they gyrated her hips, turned around and wiggled her asses. They bent over and touched the ground with extruded knees, made circular moves with her chests, turned over again and bent over again, presenting her firm asses in white panties. As they turned around again, they pushed their breasts up with crossing arms. At the end, the cheerleaders stood arms akimbo, motionless for some seconds. Ken interpreted their smiles as a sign of their confidence and superiority. The music ended, and they bowed down, while the crowed clapped enthusiastically. Ken's cock pulsed in his pants. The cheerleaders left the field.

At the half time break, the cheerleader performance began, Ken thought. He watched the first part of football game without appreciation. It seemed that the Red Braves slightly dominated the game, at least the display panel showed some more points. While he watched the game without interest, the performance of the cheerleaders seeped into his head again. It wasn't really slutty, but at the brink of too sexually explicit for a cheerleader performance. He shouldn't wonder if there are protests against the cheerleaders' style. Or was it only his impression because he was so spell bound by Karen? But even though he found the cheerleaders sexy, he doubted that her plan would work - without contact, from a distance, making him come. Ken shrugged his head. He was lost in thoughts when the first half of the game ended.

He raised his head as he heard the shouting and cheering of the cheerleaders. Some of them running up to the team members of the Red Braves, some are dancing in the front of the crowd. In disbelief, Kens jaw fell down. Every member of the team got a kiss from one cheerleader. Karen kissed the team captain on his mouth. It was a short wet kiss. After standing in surprise for some moments, the captain and the other team members turned to leave the field.

Ken's cock got a little bit flaccid during the first part of the game, but now it was pulsing in his pants again. That only took a couple of seconds. He shook his head in a mixture of disbelief and horniness. This time, the performance was less artistic and more erotic. The cheerleaders gyrated her hips and her chests and danced in pairs. Sometime they chanted for the Red Braves. They built a line again, sprang in the air and landed synchronously in a split one after one. It looked like a wave from one side to the other. They turned their upper bodies to one side and grabbed the waists of their neighbor girl and bent down and wiggled her asses on the ground. There must be protests because it was so explicit, Ken thought, but perhaps no man wanted to admit the evident fact, because they liked it?

The cheerleaders left the middle of the field and danced then in a circle formation up to the crowd. Karen was in front and moved just in Ken's direction.

"Nine, eight, seven - Take us to the seventh heaven," they chanted, while moving up to the public. Not very original, Ken thought, while his cock throbbed in his pants.

Every cheerleader made a simultaneous cartwheel in direction of the spectators.

"Six, five, four - Winners are, who we adore." They moved their hips in a poking rhythm. Ken didn't realize that his throbbing cock assimilated their movements.

Two cheerleaders flew through the air. Somehow they landed on other cheerleaders' shoulders: They began to build a pyramid. At the conclusion, Karen flew though the air and landed as the third level on top on the pyramid.

Karen looked directly to Ken. She raised one leg to a perfect split and grabbed it with her left hand. While standing this way, the cheerleaders shouted: "Three, two, one - come on Brave guys, come - on - COME!"

The audience clapped frenetically.

"Grrrrrmmmmph" Ken grumbled while he buckled in his seat like a wild horse, while his sperm sprayed in his pants. Fortunately, no one saw him. That wasn't fair! This bitch has tricked him in a cum countdown. He hadn't noticed it until it was to late. His body reacted as it was trained, he couldn't do anything about it.

Karen smiled at him, totally aware of his state, and flexed her right arm to a bicep pose to emphasize her power. For a couple of moments it seemed she was a perfect sculpture of female supremacy. Ken felt inferior and powerless. He blushed and lowered his gaze while the cheerleaders thanked the audience and left the grounds.

Ken didn't manage to stay for the second half of the football game. Somehow, he felt angry at himself. He was ashamed he was totally unable to resist Karen's power. He felt used - almost raped.

***

The next day, Karen phoned him.

"Hi Ken!" she said. "I know that I had made you cum so hard yesterday, but somehow you looked sad after that. How are you, Ken?"

Ken thought about what happened.

"I, I, don't know. It felt like I didn't have any energy, like I am totally addicted. There isn't any willpower left to resist you," Ken sighed.

"Ken, Ken, Ken! Don't think like that. I tricked you yesterday after I conditioned your body to react to my will. Perhaps it wasn't fair, but it was important to check my powers. You are not a weak guy! But I'm so much stronger than you. And I'm stronger than most people. It isn't weak to submit to such a powerful person! Don't be sad. I take care for you. You have to feel sure and snug under my leadership. I like you very much. You made me very happy! Don't you want that?"

"Uuugh, I, yes, I want to make you happy. Yes, I trust you, but sometimes I think, that I'm only a little plaything for you, and that is sad."

"Nononono! You are much more, my dear friend!" Karen replied. "That is an invaluable gift for me that you trust me. I have to thank you for that! I appreciate this very much!"

Ken didn't feel so sad at all and smiled happily.

"Can you do me a favor?" Karen asked. "I want to know exactly, how you felt yesterday, while I and the cheerleaders teased you until you came."

Ken made a little pause to arrange his thoughts. "I don't know how to describe it. Yes, it was a very sexy performance. It was somehow much more erotic than I expected from a cheerleader performance. At first, I adored the gymnastic and acrobatic skills of you and your group. At the end of the first part, you seemed to turn your style to erotic dancing. And it was very erotic. It made my cock rock hard."

"By the way, it's my cock! Remember, boy?" Karen emphasized.

Ken continued. "Yes, lovely Karen, it is your penis! At the second part, you kissed the members of the Red Braves. It took only a couple of seconds and I was horny as hell again. And I stayed horny for the whole performance of the cheerleaders. But I didn't recognize that your chanting had also triggered my body and took control. I hadn't realized that before I had started cumming so hard! My body knew it before. It, it, it was awesome!" Ken got silent in remembering that he totally had lost control of his body.

"I'll tell you something, boy! You know that I planned it. The other cheerleaders protested before, because the thought it would be a little too explicit, but I have convinced them, that this style would gave us a big success as a cheerleader team, and I think, I was right. My teammates didn't know anything about our relationship. They didn't divine that you were my prey!" Karen chuckled in recalling the situation. "I imagined fucking and milking you with my cunt, while rotating and waving my hips. I've thought of pushing my breasts into your face to smother you, while massaging your cock with my hands."

Karen laughed throatily: "I saw your chin drop down while I kissed the captain of the team, and felt my cock rising up until he was rock hard in a few seconds. It was an incredible feeling to tease you so mercilessly while kissing another guy. The captain was really surprised and I think he fled to the restroom to hide his rising cock after the unsuspected kiss. Perhaps he had to jerk off there. Do you think he had to jerk off before he was able to continue the game? How does my cock feel now?"

During her speech Ken had begun to trust his hips forwards. His rock hard cock rubbed against the cloth of his pants in his jeans.

"I, I, aaah," he gasped, feeling horny.

"Could you imagine I fucked you right now? Think of me sitting on your lap. I'm riding you in strong and powerful movements. I would take your cock all the way in and all out in a steady rhythm. You couldn't do anything against it, that I'd bring you closer and closer to your orgasm. Picture your hands lying on my firm tummy, while I fuck your brain out. I own you! Admit it!"

Ken wasn't barely able to speak.

"I, I, I," he tried to speak.

"Talk to me, my pet! Admit, that I own you!" Karen ordered.

"I, I, I." He couldn't form a whole sentence.

"Imagine me, sitting on you now without any movement. Catch your breath and try to answer!" Karen told him.