Play some gotcha!

You are full of energy and it is a beautiful day. The sports area of your estate is huge and you feel like getting active. Quickly you rush through your estate and let a maid take on your two paintball teams. The girl in black and white quickly hurries away on her high-heeled shoes to get everything ready before your arrival

"Attention!" Twenty-four athletic tall beauties stand in two rows before you, all naked except for athletic shoes, knee and elbow pads, and goggles. Their hair is tied back or braided to keep out of the way and they are all Moist. From their midst steps an athletic beauty who demonstratively unbraids her braid in a serene manner, openly displaying her head of hair.

"Team leader Gold reporting for duty! Camela Suerta." She salutes and winks at you while her breasts swing freely in the warm air. You shake her hand and refrain from overwhelming her with your powers. You're a fair sportsman. "Heads or tails?"

"Tails," you say. The team leader flips the coin, heads wins. She starts making up a team from the rest of the ladies until you take turns using up all the girls. Feeling a little unfair, you watch the girls jump for joy as you call them to your team and each one kneels down in front of you and kisses your hand. Finally, the teams are divided. Camela leads her naked team with bouncing breasts and wiggling butt to the other end of the wide playing field on which a whole village is built while you equip your team.

Of course, it's not played with real paintballs, you're not a monster. You'd rather see naked girls than victories on your board, and you and Camela are in a head-to-head race to see who wins this season. Right now Camela leads with two wins but you want to catch up. The rules of the game are known to everyone. The balls you use contain an extremely powerful aphrodisiac derived from your sweat. A hit with it anywhere on your body is comparable to a kiss from you on your lips or your fingers in a body orifice. It is deeply intoxicating and should definitely incapacitate the player hit.

"My lord" two young blonde girls ask in unison, kneeling in the dust in front of you. They have their hair tied back the same way and act almost identical. They are not real sisters but you thought it funny to have them behave like that, a way to remind you of Michaela and Francesca.

"How are you my beauties?" you ask, touching their faces which makes them shiver.

"May we be at your service until the opposing team is ready?" asks the one sister quietly and shyly. You nod graciously and the two are overjoyed while the other girls are annoyed that they weren't faster.

A few minutes later a siren sounds on the field, the other team is ready. Francesca rubs her wet cunt just over your thigh while you massage one of her breasts while Michaela has swallowed your cock and her knees are getting the dusty. You rise and tuck your boner into your gym shorts, contorting your face a bit and comforting the two girls.

"Stay close to me if you want some of me." The two girls nod with murderous determination and go naked as they are in tieve remonstrance. You have two other beauties put on your skimpy gear, then you're ready.

Quickly and efficiently you move forward as a team and charge into the field, Michela and Francesca always at your side. You give hand signals and direct your faithful girls through the maze of replica houses and cars. Then you look to your deputy. You signal her to take the left flank with six other girls while you take the right with your five girls. Your team splits up and you take one last look at your team's wet thighs and bare butts before the last player disappears behind a corner.

"What now, my lord?" flutters Francesta, kneeling down beside you.

"Fan out and don't get shot" you grin and let your girls advance in a long line. You've almost circled the dummy house when you hear it.

"No! Return fire! Secure flank! Flank... Ahaaa!"

"Shit," you grumble, signaling your team to advance. You lean crouched against a corner of the house, wanting to see what happened to the other half of your team but you feel a hand between your legs. You look back and see one of your players with a glazed look between your legs while her fingers glide feverishly over your boner. Michaela comes running up and pulls the intoxicated girl aside.

"Get a grip!" she hisses at her. "We're here to entertain our master! Keep your hands to yourself!" The girl shakes herself and looks at you fearfully.

"I apologize my lord. I am not worthy..." Francesca is already there, pushing her against the wall for cover.

"Behave yourself. You'll never win his cock that way." The poor girl nods and sniffles, but then yanks up her gun. Now you can lean around the corner.

"Shit," you grumble as you lean back into cover. The six players on your team have been hit in the open field. Their weapons lie carelessly in the dirt as they pounce on each other, trying to stick their tongues into every orifice of their comrades. At least you've also seen two players from the enemy team feverishly licking themselves in a prone 69. "Six against ten."

"We can do it My Lord" Francesca whispers with wide eyes." We sacrifice and for victory. For you my lord." You pat the athletic girl on the head and her juice drips into the sand between her sneakers.

"We stay together as a team," you say, waving the others on. "We'll flank them. Let's go." You continue to lead your team in the developing orgy. Some girls try to reach for you but you've tasted blood. Camela can't get away with this ambush.

In a narrow alley, your team gathers behind you. You hear a girl moan softly as she looks at your tight ass, but focus on the alley in front of you. Suddenly, two enemy fighters swing around the corner but you chase your pheromone bullets against their breasts. First they scream in fright and grab the spot, then they shy away, drop their weapons and fall over each other. Grinning contentedly, you steer your team through another passage around them and listen intently to see if you can make out anything behind the moans of the two loving girls.

A little later you and your team are faced with the question of whether or not to cross a wide square. There's no way around it, and after you turn two of the enemies into a writhing ball of love, the score is down to eight to six. You lead your naked team across the square but of course it has to come as it must.

"Fire!" shouts Camela from cover, and pheromone balls fly toward you. You see several of the projectiles coming at you and close your eyes. You're ready for the sweet end.

"My Lord!" Splash! You open your eyes but before you can understand what is happening you already feel two trembling hands fumbling with your pants. It's the poor girl who was already struggling to pull herself together that is now trying to free your cock with tears in her eyes. While you hold the girl squirming with pleasure in your arms, your loyal team under the command of Francesca and Michaela forms a circle around you. Two more girls from your team fall over each other, mad with lust and their cunts pressed tightly against each other, but you and the rest of your team are able to escape with the girl in your arms under cover.

"What's your name?" you ask the girl who threw herself into the line of fire for you. She can barely look you in the eye she is so out of it and tries to press her lips into your lap with panicked movements.

"Leila...my...lord..." She kisses your stiff cock through your pants and tries to unzip your fly. "I... am... sorry... to have... disappointed... you..." You put a hand on her head and look around. One of her teammates takes it from you but you hold Leila's head.

"Everything will be fine Leila. I'll see you again in my bed." Then you rise, Francesca and Michaela behind you. You leave Leila with the other remaining player pressing the girl's head against her breasts and turn to your lieutenants. "We'll finish this now," you grunt and the two girls nod.

"Finally," Camela sneers from the roof of a linen building. She has raised her weapon and is standing wide-legged all around, her warriors beside her. "How many of you are left?"

"Why don't you ask my tail that?" Not the best retort but Camela licks her lips.

"I will, my lord, when I win my grand prize."

"You mean this prize?" With a jerk, you pull down your pants and let your magnificent cock bob free in the warm, somewhat dusty air of the battlefield. It has the reaction you hoped for, and Camela and her female soldiers are distracted for a brief moment. "Now!" Suddenly, pheromone bullets fly at you from the side, hitting the surrounding girls and turning them into romping lesbians. Only one manages to jump down to you hit and crawl towards you begging. You have to ignore her and dodge the bullets from Camela who is the only one still standing. Quickly you run into the building, chased by her angry screams. You lean against the staircase and immediately feel your two comrades-in-arms behind you. "Ready?" you ask and feel a gentle hand between your legs for confirmation.

"I'm so horny for you my lord," Francesca whispers.

"Let's go then." With a crash the door to the roof flies open and immediately pheromone-filled balls bounce off the walls. You roll onto the roof while Francesca and Michaela rush wildly firing alongside ir, screeching loudly. Then you raise your gun and aim it right at the glistening, wet target between Camela's legs. Your finger curls up.

"Wait my lord!" She raises her hands. Is this a trick? But Camela throws her weapon away. "I surrender. You win." You look at her doubtfully.

"What's the matter Camela? Are you out of fighting spirit or out of desire for my cock?" She looks at you with a sneer.

"No my lord, I'm just as crazy about your cock as any cunt here." Then she nods down from the roof. You follow her gaze. The victims of the war are clearly visible from up here. The girl who is supposed to take care of Leila is just dragging the jittering girl across the square. Leila is barely conscious and is feverishly fingering herself and her friend while looking up at you through narrowed eyes. You look back up at Camela. "I saw that girl sacrifice herself for you." She shrugs, reminding herself and you that this is all just a game. "I think she deserves your care." Then she alights and points behind you. "And so do these two brave warriors." Apparently Michaele has been hit, Camela is an excellent shot. In any case, Francesca is now standing broad-legged, bent over on the roof, Michaela's head between her buttocks, sticking out an erect thumb at you.

"We... ah... won... ha... my lord" she laughs, "Here's to... victory orgy!" Then she slumps down exhausted while Michaela buries herself deep in her butt. You look to the front door to the roof through which Leila is being carried. Smiling, you drop to your knees and her comrade places her in your protective arms.

"Did we win my lord?" asks Leila softly, longingly touching your muscles glistening with sweat.

"Yes Leila, we have won. Thanks to you."

"Thank you my lord," she whispers. Then she closes her eyes and you look to the sky. Slowly the girl rolls off you and you help her lust-ridden body place her mouth on your glans.