Liliana Plays With a Vibrator

The lights of the stadium felt hot against her bare legs and arms. The raised seats surrounded the playing field and they were packed. A sense of excitement filled the air, people were already chanting. Across the pitch, the Valkyries were also setting up. The referee was calling the match to begin, and everyone was moving to their place.

Liliana felt hot and tingly. The vibrator pressed against her sex, foreign and hard. The slight pressure as she walked was easily ignored, but a constant reminder of the bet with Susan. Her pussy tingled, anticipation building between her legs as much as she tried to keep a blank face. Her throat felt dry.

"Ready to win again, Liliana?" One of her teammates laughed. "I don't know how you haven't gotten bored of being the hero yet!"

"I'm not the hero," Liliana smiled. "We all are. So let's prove it, all right? I'm going to be relying on all of you for this game."

That was more true than any of them knew. Before the game even began, Liliana felt the vibrator begin to move. It was soft at first, a repeating pattern which thrummed through her body. The air caught in her throat, and one of her friends must have noticed something.

"You okay there, Lili? You look like you just had a heart attack or something."

"I'm fine!" Liliana said, speaking a little quickly. Waves of vibrations were throbbing through her body. Her legs felt shaky and she knew her face had gone pale. Pleasure was rising, flowing through her moment to moment. "Just nerves. They're really good, you know?"

"Not as good as you are."

We'll see about that, Liliana thought.

The game began. The ball was launched, Liliana fell into a well-trained routine. Her body moved almost faster than she could think, launching herself up to counter its trajectory. But her motions also moved the sex toy lodged between her legs, and when she landed again, she almost stumbled. A flush of red flowed to her face. The crowd was watching her. Already they knew something was wrong. Why was she not more confident? This wasn't like her at all?

They didn't know. They didn't know about the vibrations pounding through her, each movement heightening them, driving her further towards the edge. Her ears strained, oh god, was the vibrator making a sound? It was! But who was going to hear it over the sound of the game?

Liliana bit her lower lip, her breath was coming faster now. Her nipples were hard, poking against the inside of her sports bra. No one could see it. There was no way anyone could tell what she was feeling so why was she so aware of her body? She felt like she was naked, she felt like everyone could see what she was doing. Like she just wanted to curl up and wait for it to be over.

The ball came again, she intercepted, powering it forwards with an instinctive thrust, people were cheering her again, but she was having to focus so hard on simply moving normally. The vibrator kicked up a gear suddenly and Liliana fell to her knees, a spike of pleasure ripped through her self-control but she **** herself back up like she'd merely stumbled. Around her, the game went on. She tried to focus, tried to keep playing but she knew she wasn't even half as good as she normally was. Her senses were pounding, filled with throbbing lust; waves of pleasure broke against her mind and her nerves were strained to their limit. Her pussy felt hot and tight, and she knew that she was getting wet as well.

Oh god, she hadn't thought of that. Would it stain the front of her shorts? Would people see?

Fuck! She was close to panicking now, but she had to keep a straight face. She had to keep playing as if everything was normal. The crowd was cheering her just like they always did, but was it her imagination or were a few of them puzzled? Did they know? Had they guessed?

Another crest of arousal washed over her. The ball hammered down and she missed it, the team reacted, compensated but now it was clear she wasn't at her best. Her head was swimming. Her throat felt dry. The vibrator was moving so fast now, instead of individual pulses it had become a constant barrage of stimulation.

Liliana was gasping, her breathing had become so ragged, she felt as if she'd been playing for twice as long as she really had. Pleasure churned between her legs, but the biggest emotion she felt was embarrassment. She was going to cum in front of so many people. She wasn't going to be able to control herself! Everyone in the stadium was going to see her climax even if they didn't know it.

But what if they did? What if they recognised it? What if they took pictures?

No! She couldn't afford to think like that! She had to focus on the game. She held onto that thought like a shield, brandishing it as her sole anchor. By now, her legs felt like jelly. She couldn't even jump properly. The buzzing waves threatened to drown her very thoughts. Pleasure crackled across every never in her body like a lightning storm.

And still she felt the eyes on her. The stadium, her own team. All of them were watch. She was the star player, after all. She was supposed to be the one stealing the show. Instead, she could barely control herself. Her heart was beating in a frenzy, her face was stained red with humiliation. She felt the eyes all over her, the staring gazes which seemed intent on fixing her in place. As the pleasure spiked, she tried not to react but a low groan issued from the back of her throat.

She'd never felt like this before! She'd never even used a toy like this before! Her eyes flashed across the enemy team, settling on the only other person who could understand what was happening.

Susan.

She was also wearing a vibrator. Her face was pale, her eyes half-closed. Her face glinted with sweat, and Liliana could tell from her movements that she was facing the same struggle. Had Susan cum yet? Why was she even wondering about that?!

The breath hitched in her throat suddenly and all of the strength left her limbs. Liliana staggered to the side, half-collapsing as the orgasm rippled through her. It was like a blooming star of heat spreading through her body, a river of ecstasy which battered against her senses.

"You are you okay?" One of her teammates lent a hand to help her up. Liliana's legs were shaking as she stood.

"I can do this," she told herself, but it was becoming even harder to keep going. Her sensitivity was increasing, and the vibrator was changing its pitch and speed. It went slower for a little while, giving her time to recover and rejoin the game but she knew it would only be a short break.

Liliana didn't know how long she had been playing now. Usually, she had a pretty good instinctive grasp but humiliation and arousal had shattered it. If was good that she had practised so much, that she could play almost on instinct because her mind was swamped, staggering under the embarrassment.

The crowd definitely knew that something was up now. People were pointing to her, talking, muttering. Was she well? Had she hurt herself? Was she just having a bad day?

Liliana flushed, her lungs struggling to get enough air to keep her going. The vibrator tortured her mercilessly, driving her close to the edge once more with a series of rapid pulses. Then, just as she was sure she was going to cum for a second time, it cut off. The look on her face was almost comical, like she didn't know what to do about it. Desire washed through her, arousal and pleasure flooded her mind and body. Her hands were shaking, the promise of pleasure tinted her every thought.

And yet, she still desperately tried to hide what was happening. The idea of being discovered, of people realising that she was wearing a vibrator during the game was beyond mortifying. She'd be ruined! Her reputation would be torn to shreds! Why, oh why had she ever agreed to this?

The game went on. Liliana desperately tried to play but she was **** to rely more and more on her team. She'd reached her limits, she was gasping, half moaning with every breath. Her body pulsed, heat throbbed through her. She came again, the pleasure which spiked through her was at least twice as great as the first time.

Surely, everyone had to know by now? Liliana felt trapped, confined in the field that was usually her domain. Every gaze made her want to flinch away. The vibrator's continued torments would not allow her mind to rest. How much longer was left of the match? How many more times would she cum?

She felt like she never had before. Aware of herself in a new way. of the shivers racing down her spine, of the rays of pleasure which were flooding her nerves. Of the weakness in her arms and legs, how slow she was compared to her usual pace.

Slowly, her mind turned towards the future. If she lost to Susan, what penalty would her former friend inflict? Liliana had not been worried about that earlier but not she felt exactly what Susan was willing to inflict - and endure - for her victory, that had changed. If she lost, this was only the start of it.

She mustered her strength, forcing trembling limbs to work the way they should. The ball was coming towards her again and she responded, managing to knock it back. She nearly tripped upon the landing, but managed to catch herself, playing it off like nothing. The game was nearly over and tension was rising. The score rested on the edge of a knife, and even one move could be the difference between victory and defeat.

This was where Liliana would usually shine. This was where she would storm forth, snatching the victory from impossible odds. But right now, she had no hope of that. Her body was trembling, she felt as if she'd run a marathon. The vibrator was stealing her focus, and she could feel the blazing attention of the crowd. Their expectation. She tried her best, tried to rise to her role but it was no hope. Her heroics were easily cast aside by the opposing team.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Liliana heard the final call. The crowd erupted and she sagged to her knees, gasping like a fish out of water. The vibrator slowed to a halt and then died, and at last she was left alone with her body.

Around her, people were talking. Liliana could not make much of it out. Her heart was pounding, her body shaking, She almost could not bring herself to look up to see the score which would dictate her fate.

But she had to, didn't she? There was no way around it. That was the climax, the thing that all of this had been leading to. She swallowed, dreading it and yet anticipating it. Knowing that what she saw next would either condemn or free her.

Liliana summoned her courage and **** herself to look.