Chapter Eighteen

Levi’s chest rumbled in time with his equally malcontent balls as Alina led him by the hand through the arena-sized space. A wet spot of precum was forming on his overtaxed tan linen trousers as he watched her perfect peach of a butt swish from side to side under the opulent blue velvet.

The front of the center was dominated by a large basketball court with tiers of bleacher seating sloping up from the sidelines, almost reaching the gantries, hanging pennants and ceiling three stories above the young man’s head. Large skylights allowed the spring sunshine to illuminate the hard maple court surface with the painted lines and circles denoting areas of play.

It was empty at the moment, as most morning training sessions were held before the start of morning classes, but would be bustling with energetic bodies running drills and shooting hoops again soon as those same classes wrapped up.

Levi didn’t see the appeal. He preferenced more cerebral, higher-minded pursuits.

“Where do you wanna fuck, Alina?”

…Okay, so mostly cerebral pursuits. Levi’s dick was diamond stiff and his usually eloquent brain was suffering a dire shortage of red blood cells at the moment.

“Oh Levi, what a wonderful space!” Alina exclaimed in delight, releasing his hand to gracefully spin like a ballet dancer on the midcourt line. “It makes me want to sing as I imagine the audience filling the stalls.”

“They’re called stands here, I think.” Levi said, watching mesmerized as she twirled and glitter in the sunlight. “But you would look amazing from any seat in the place.”

Kitten clicked across the polished wood to stand beside him and smiled happily at her Mistress's joyful display. Her Mary Jane platform heels were a fraction shorter than the slingback stilettos Alina effortlessly spun and pranced about in but that was to be expected. She was only the help after-all.

Speaking of help, Levi eyed the extraordinarily endowed Latina maid speculatively.

Her glossy dark ponytail hung long and thick enough that he could probably have her wrap it around his raging erection and quickly jack him off with the soft, shiny mass of those ebony locks. That was if he didn’t decide to fuck her spectacular tanned tits that were basically squeezed up under her small chin by the skin-tight mini dress, or even bust a heavy nut between those fat cock-sucking lips…

“Leave the girl alone, Darling. She is working right now.” Alina chastised playfully as she beckoned him to join her in the center circle. “Show me more of this interesting place.”

“I wasn’t doing anything.” He grumped, stalking towards the mischievous Russian minx as she skipped teasingly away from his outstretched arms. “Come here, Love and I’ll make you sing a different type of tune.”

“Alas but the acoustics in here are horrid, my Love.” Alina giggled like a naughty schoolgirl, evidently enjoying her little game of cat and mouse. “Not even fit for a minor talent such as myself. But what is through this door over here?”

She had led Levi a merry chase to a solid looking pair of double doors set off to one side of the long brick wall at the back of the sports arena. Levi didn’t have the foggiest and couldn’t care less in his agitated state but Kitten piped up helpfully.

“That’s the women’s changing room, Mistress. Though the cheer squad won’t let anyone else use it but them.”

“Perfect.” Alina practically purred as she cracked the door and slipped inside. Levi felt a small spike of anxiety as he rubbernecked about a mite nervously before following her. “This should have precisely what we need to shore up my Lion’s flagging spirits.”

Levi didn’t feel like he was flagging in any way, especially not below his beltline. No, other than his apprehensive desire not get caught trespassing on the UIS Prairie Stars sacred ground, he was in fighting fit condition, feeling punchy and ready to slug out at least five rounds in the underwear department.

Alina had vanished amongst the narrow rows of identical steel lockers and wooden benches. The smells of feminine sweat, flowery antiperspirant and powdery make-up all assaulted the young man’s sensitive nose. The overhead lights were turned off but Levi found he had little trouble navigating the gloom by the green glow of the lit-up exit signs at the front and rear of the room.

It was like his unblinking eyes captured every stray photon and precisely sketched out the darkest recesses of the shadowy space in colorless grayscale.

“Ah, here it is. So clearly labeled and kindly unlocked for our purposes.” Her melodic voice called from one row over from him. “Join me, Darling, your Alina is ready to tend to your manly needs.”

Oh, yes. Gawd, yes!

Levi yanked at his belt and zipper as he stumbled around a corner following her lilting voice. The tough brown leather tore like cardboard in his careless hands and the top button of his pants pinged off the far wall like a ricocheting bullet, making him stumble sideways and smash into a bank of lockers in his haste.

The steel doors crumple like cooking foil under the crushing impact of his broad shoulder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“Soon, my Lion, soon. Come on me and see what I have discovered.” Alina cooed sweetly.

She was standing before an open locker and smiling brightly at Levi as he ambled up to the ravishing mature blonde with his engorged enormity swinging like a yardarm out in front of him.

She licked her ruby lips at the sight of it. “Do you not recognize this thing?”

Inside the locker was a very recognisable uniform. An extra small two-piece blue and white cheerleader uniform carefully arranged on a wire body shape display hanger. The sports bra top had the University’s athletics logo blazoned on the front where it would proudly display the schools sporting pride from across some young coed’s tits and the short pleated blue skirt below it would probably do the same for their high-kicking keisters.

“It’s a cheer squad uniform.” He growled, prowling closer with hands extended like claws to maul her. “How is this supposed to help me, Love?”

“You mentioned someone–what was the term? Ah, yes–‘chewing you out’ earlier, Darling. Do you remember?”

Britney. That hot, haughty, imperious bitch who had talked down to him this morning. Levi’s adamantine cock throbbed furiously at the memory.

“Wait, this is Britney’s locker? That uniform…”

“...is her’s also.” Alina finished for him and swung the steel door half-closed long enough to reveal the petty tyrant’s name spelled out on the front in alphabet glitter stickers. It was surrounded by an equally sparkly constellation of stars and love hearts. “This foul spider has poisoned your brilliant mind far too long, my Lion. I tell myself ‘Aline, you must exorcize this demoness from your handsome Man’s soul and purge the venom that cripples his noble spirit.’ Lo and behold, providence has led us here.”

Levi paused in his swaggering advance, suddenly uncertain. “And how do you propose we do that?”

The gorgeous golden goddess smiled wickedly up at him and lightly shrugged her bare shoulders. The minuscule motion caused the strapless velvet dress to slide free of her prodigious bust and slip down a heavenly body that was custom built for sin to pool about her high-heeled feet.

A thousand renaissance masters would have broken their brushes over their knees before attempting to capture her blinding beauty on canvas. Levi just groaned at the sight of her, as a short jet of precum shot from his tumescent tip to splash against a locker door beside her.

“Hmmmm~... You like, Darling? I picked this out special for you.”

Alina posed with both toned arms raised above her artfully tilted head, the silk elbow length gloves shining, and her ankles crossed demurely in front of her.

She was wrapped in wispy bridal lingerie. A scintillating snow-white lace and mesh bodysuit that was painted onto her tanned flesh. It was embroidered with tiny pink roses climbing up her flat belly and across the huge satin cups that supported her sizable supple breasts, and made love to her immaculately lean frame. Thread-like cords corseted the trifling garment together along her ribs, leaving long swarths of her flawless tanned sides exposed for Levi to hungrily ogle and only the narrowest strip of ivory lacework concealed the entryway to her promised land.

“You must have been sculpted by the hand of God himself.” Levi breathed, wanting to drop to his knees, tear away the lace stockings and garters, then lavish every inch of her skyscraper long legs with his kisses.

He yearned to bury his rough tongue into that scintillating three inch thigh-gap and worship her peerless pussy for days. “They shattered the mold completely after they made you, Alina. You are perfection in the flesh.”

All the teasing pretense drained from her lovely face and, for just a moment, a hint of tears welled in her gleaming emerald pools.

“Oh Levi, my Dearest, if only you knew.” Alina’s normally sweet, sonorous voice hitched in suppressed sorrow. “I was only a lonely starving girl on the cold streets of Vladivostok before my beloved husband found me. It was many years ago but God did not make me this way, that man did–”

Her quavering words were cut off as Levi yanked the doleful blonde angel into his powerful arms and mashed his ravenous lips into hers. Alina’s obvious pain stabbed deeply at the young man and he wanted to smother it in his boiling desire for this sumptuous, exotic princess.

Their hot tongues immediately sought each other in a hedonistic wrestling match and Alina’s buttery soft hands shot down to clasp Levi’s ironclad member where it pulsed between their fiercely aroused bodies. The extravagant feel of her silk elbow gloves made him shiver as she gripped it with all the familiarity of an old friend, immediately attacking his sensitive spots. With well-practiced ease she drew a gasp from his devouring lips and a warm gush of creamy precum into her stroking palm to lubricate his rampant rigidity.

“Oh, my Lioness, you feel incredible.” Levi groaned, pressing his forehead against hers and roaming his big hands over the toned curves of her lush body. “You’re like every man’s fantasy rolled into one living, breathing dream. I love every sensational inch of you.”

“I adore it when you look at me that way, Darling. It sets my jaded heart on fire for you.” She whispered hotly into his ear, slapping his sticky cock-head against her smooth sternum and leaving a splatter of his leaking juices glistening there. “For I am easy to love, yes? I know this thing. I was built to love, designed to please the eyes and bodies of men, and schooled in the myriad ways of passion. Tell your poor Alina what you love about her.”

“You’re beautiful, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen!” Levi chuffed, grinding his obscene length against her toned stomach as she stroked and pressed tighter against him. “You smell like the first flowers of spring and your hair is captured sunlight stolen from a summer day…”

“My lion is a poet!” She keened throatily, licking a line of moist heat up his craggy jawline to his temple. “My entire being burns for you, Levi, tell me more.”

“You make me feel strong for the first time in my life. Like a real man, not a scared child cowering under his sheets from all the monsters of the world.” He panted, clawing at her triple A-grade rump and bumping his muscular hips faster into her. “You’ve been good to me, good for me, and you’re more than I’ve ever deserved. You are kind, brilliant, and funny sometimes–though I don’t think you mean to be…”

“Oh, Darling…” The intensity in her fierce expression softened for a moment and a hint of vulnerability peered out of her glowing green eyes. Then, like a mirage, it vanished as she released his heavy, throbbing magnitude to grab great fistfuls of his thick tawny hair and drag him into another torrid kiss. It was over too soon. “Mmmwah~! More, my Dearest, more! Be specific; what about your lusty Alina’s body do you love?”

The irresistible Russian temptress glided a silky stockinged thigh up his leg and hooked a delicate ankle around his waist. The display of sheer gymnastic grace and flexibility was astounding as she balanced on one teetering high heeled foot, mashed her stupendous breasts into his broad chest and smeared her lingerie clad pussy against the root of Levi’s stony hardness.

The spicy scent of her wet arousal was intoxicating–nearly maddeningly so–and mixed with the aroma of another needy, sodden snatch. At some unremarked point in the prurient proceedings, Kitten had fumbled her way to them through the unlit darkness and was once again kneeling nearby, trimming her teen twat from under the negligible hemline of her pinstripe micro-skirt.

Shlick, shlick, shlick…

“Holy fuck, Alina! I–I love your gorgeous face… Ugh~! Your plump lips, your mesmerizing emerald eyes…” Levi was babbling like a delirious fool as all of his five senses were overpowered by the incredible creature clinging to his towering, trembling frame and strumming all of his pleasure centers like a champion harpist. “I love your perfect tits, your tight ass, Hmmmph~... your long legs and amazing thighs–”

“You like my thighs, Darling?” Alina poured syrupy lasciviousness directly into his horned up psyche with each melodic syllable that purred past her strawberry lips. “Then they are yours to fuck! As every part of me is for you alone, my beloved Lion.”

Then–in a single fluid motion that put top-billing ballerinas to shame–she unwrapped the slender leg from around his waist, extended it high above her pretty head in a standing split and spun a half pirouette. The impossibly graceful movement ended with her slim back plastered against Levi’s chiseled frontage and–after dropping the raised heel to the tiled floor with a sharp clack–left his corpulent cock trapped in the satiny cleft of her mouth-watering thigh-gap.

Levi was stunned. The unexpected change in pace and position shocked him back to reality for an instant as he was left staring over his lover's blonde head into Britney’s open locker. Straight at the entitled bitch’s precious cheer squad uniform…

“Please do it, Master.” Kitten begged quietly from the ground behind him, the moist sounds of her dexterous fingering keeping pace with Levi’s thundering heart. “Gift my Mistress with your love and cast aside your misgivings. We need your manly strength to guide and protect us.”

Shlick, shlick, shlick…

Wait, What? Levi’s young mind was a category three typhoon of confused emotions, conflicted thoughts and a deluge of overwhelming physical stimuli.

Alina was rocking and gyrating that perfect-ten booty back into his pelvis, and clenching her toned thighs like a silken cocoon around his turgid enormity. Levi covered her smaller body with his own, wrapping the wanton woman up in his brawny arms and flexing his formidable physique enough to lift her onto the tips of her toes as he speared his steely immensity between her mile-high legs.

“Yes... oh YES, Darling!” She crowed as he supported nearly her entire womanly weight upon his ginormous erectitude. Several excess inches sprouted from between her lissome thighs like a slick veiny baton, as though she were sporting a monstrous phallus of her own. “You are spreading my pussy lips apart with your glorious girth. My Lion’s hunky cock feels so hard and hot, that it might melt my frail womanhood.”

“Fuck, Love! Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Levi grunted, wrapping his arm up under her armpits to hug her from behind, tear down the front of her mesh body-sheath and maul her massive breasts with both hands. “You feel too fucking good. I love every fucking part of you!”

Each of her breasts were a double handful, overflowing his large hands and so heavenly soft that his fingers were almost swallowed as they dug into the pale pillowy titflesh.

He could feel the molten heat of the writhing blonde’s sliding cunt baking his meaty member as she ground it against his jutting shaft and clenched her impossibly smooth thighs around him like a velvet glove. The chiffon gusset of her effervescent lingerie was soaked with her nectar and added a delectable element of wet friction to their frantic pumping action.

“Do it, Darling! Fuck your Alina as she was made to be fucked.” She snaked her arms up behind her head to bury them in his thick russet mane and craned her neck to nuzzle her bewitching face into his scruffy chin. “I want it in any way you desire. **** me if you wish. Be as rough as you want. Dominate me with your mighty strength. I will take all of it and beg for more. I was crafted and honed to be a vessel for your manly passions!”

By all the gods, what the hell was she saying?

Levi’s hips were like pneumatic pistons, jack-hammering into the babbling beauty as she coaxed and cooed and held him on the very edge of release like a fallen angel sent to sexually torment him. Her heady floral scent filled his flaring nostrils as her tremendous tits spilled over his palms and her entire body was like one unbelievably sexy landscape of mountainous curves, moist valleys, fertile deltas and smooth plains for him alone to explore.

“Fuck her Master! Oooooh~... please fuck my Mistress so I may taste her upon your magnificent manhood when you next gag me with it again.” Kitten mewled bent so far over her diddling fingers that her head was almost touching the cold tile floor. As though bowing in horny supplication with her plush olive butt hanging out the bottom of the tiny dress, bare and wiggling in the air behind her. “I only wish I was half as perfect as Mistress so you might fuck me too, with your perfect Master dick. Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her…”

The maid slut’s yowls dissolved into a husky litany of licentious encouragement. Like a whorish cheerleader drunk on lust and addicted to his potent cum. The image was like a lightning bolt jump-starting the rational parts of Levi’s mind and reminding him where they were.

Right in front of Britney’s wide open locker.

“Shit! Alina, wait…” He groaned as she rolled her sensational hips and clapped her unrivaled rear into his jerking groin. Already Levi could see that short ropes of his pearly white precum decorated the interior of the open locker in front of them. “Britney’s cheer squad uniform… huurgh~ It’s going to–”

“Yes, YES! Cum for me, my Love!” Alina exulted, releasing his hair to wrap both her toasty warm hands around the pulsing protuberance spearing out from between her supermodel legs and squeezing it firmly beneath the glistening crown. “Shower your spunky manseed all over that heartless shrew’s precious uniform and show her why she should never try to cower a true lion!”

“Do it, hyaaa~! Please do it, Master…” Kitten wailed, hunched and doubled over with her hands buried deep in her steaming loins. “Put that prissy bitch in her place. Hose down her stupid locker with all your yummy cummy. Just let me have a small taste when you are done and let me cuuuuuum~!”

Alina was angling her pelvis and wrestling his tip in such a way to aim the overloaded cannon that was Levi’s ecstatic enormity directly at the skimpy blue sports bra and white athletic skirt that was Britney’s cheerleading outfit.

“Do it Daring, prove how much you love me! Cum for your Lioness!”

Then she rolled her skillful wrist, gave him a final luxurious stroke and clamped her satiny thighs down around his thrumming base with all the constricting strength of an anaconda.

“Faaaaark~!” Levi roared as his jacked-up balls seized and hot manseed exploded out of his pulsating tip.

His eyes were wide and bloodshot as rope after creamy white rope jetted from him. Alina’s twisting hips and steering hands guided the sticky streams as she pumped his twitching tool between blasts as though racking a shotgun and basted the lockers' interior with Levi's pungent spend.

Euphoric relief washed through the spasming young man, clenching his lissome lover’s soft body tightly to him as she drew an inordinate amount of jism out from his grateful core. Alina hummed in excitement as she liberally doused the athletics uniform with his plentiful seed and gently sang for his ear alone…

“And unjust, with indifference,
He notes Evil and good,
And knows not wrath nor pity.”

Levi blinked hard, trying to clear the stars from his vision as she serenaded him in her seductive contralto voice and the muted melody tugged at spectral tethers attached to his frayed soul. Her words were beautiful but sounded odd, the consonants sharper and the vowels richer in a manner alien to his understanding.

Was she was singing in Russian?

Move-over, ghostly chords of orchestral accompaniment tickled the far edge of his hearing as though carried on a distant wind. Blaring brass, soaring strings and thundering percussion as soft as a butterfly’s breath stirred a volatile vortex deep within Levi as the shadows around him darkened into pitch blackness and…

*Clang!*

“Bad Kitten! That is not for you.”

His eyes snapped open and Levi nearly stumbled as reality came crashing back into him. Alina stood beside him with one hand holding a locker door shut and glaring down at Kitten who was mewling piteously on her knees before it. Britney's name was spelled out in gaudy stickers on the steel surface as a thick seal of something white and gooey oozed from around all four edges of the metal frame.

It smelled rich, creamy and terribly sweet…

“I’m sorry Mistress, there was just so much of it and I haven’t been fed since this morning–”

“No excuse! I cannot tolerate willful behavior from you, foolish girl.” Alina said sternly, clinging to Levi’s bicep and almost burying the large muscle between her fabulous mounds. “Your Master will feed you when you can show obedience and remember your place.”

Then she turned and smiled tenderly up at him, she looked resplendent in her elegant velvet gown. So perfectly put together without a single golden hair out of place. As though she had walked out of a four hour primping session with a team of Hollywood stylists and make-up artists ready to own the red carpet at some exclusive event.

Kitten, by contrast, a sweaty mess with her tiny dress in disarray, lying on the tiled floor with a fat tit hanging out and reeking of wet needy pussy. Levi’s incorrigible cock pulsed in his tight slacks… What was wrong with the girl and why were they all standing here in the dark?

“Are you feeling better now, Darling?” Aline asked sweetly, her mesmerizing emerald gaze scanning his face as though searching for any sign of concern. “Come home with poor Alina and let your Lioness take care of you.”

Home? Home sounded good. Their home together…

And he did feel better. For whatever reason Levi felt more confident and assured of his own self-worth than ever. He couldn’t fathom why he had been so flustered and anxious earlier, what did a man–no, a Prince amongst men–care about the witless concerns of his lessers? Of course they stared at him, they were all intimidated by his undeniable primacy.

He looked about in puzzlement as Alina fawned and pawed at his towering form like a clucky mother hen–no, more like a proud Lioness... Alright, the cognitive divide between the two similes was pretty cavernous but Levi didn’t give a fuck.

“Yeah, let’s get out of here. Today’s been a total wash anyway.” He said, trying to remember what they were doing in the girls' changing rooms. Did it matter? He took a step to draw his gorgeous Russian paramour into a heated kiss then stopped short. “Um, Alina my Love? I seem to have torn my belt and pants.”

“I am sorry, Dearest, those trousers are old. I was careless when selecting your morning wardrobe.” She tutted apologetically, hugging him closer and resting a rosy cheek on his broad shoulder. Her alluring floral scent filled his nose again. “Please forgive your silly Alina, we have much finer clothing waiting for you back at the house.”

“Sounds good, Love.” Levi said, trailing a big hand down her blemishless back to grab the meat of her toned ass in a possessive grip through the sumptuous evening gown. Alina gasped, then melted against him with a girlish giggle. “If Kitten can drive us home safely then I will fill her belly as a reward once we get there.”

That perked the slutty maid up like a shot of adrenaline. She jumped to her feet and snapped him a happy salute that nearly knocked the peaked driver’s cap clean off her pretty head.

One of her tall platform heels was missing, giving the curvaceous Latina a slightly lopsided appearance.

“Yes, Master! Thank you, Master, you can count on me!”

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