He gets all the cheerleaders naked

Lucas looked down the line at the remaining girls. “OFF. NOW!”

All the cheerleaders took off their uniforms. They stood there in a neat line in just their panties and bras, shifting uncomfortably under the bright gym lights. A few tried to cover themselves with their arms, but most stayed still, the earlier command making them eager to please even if their faces showed embarrassment. The air felt heavier now, filled with the soft sounds of fabric hitting the floor and the ongoing cracks of the kendo stick landing on Camila’s body.

Lucas walked slowly along the line again, his eyes moving over each girl. He stopped in front of one who stood out. She was petite, with a short bob haircut that framed her face neatly. Her body was toned from all the cheer practice, but her breasts were small and perky, barely filling the simple white bra she wore. What really caught his attention was that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her hands were cupped tightly over her pussy, trying to hide it and her face had turned a deep shade of red. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, clearly mortified.

“Come here,” Lucas said.

The girl stepped forward out of line, hands still pressed firmly between her legs. She moved carefully, like she was afraid of exposing herself any more than she already had.

“Why haven’t you worn any panties today?” Lucas asked, keeping his tone nonchalant, like he was asking about the weather.

She stayed quiet for a moment, avoiding his gaze. Her cheeks burned even redder.

Lucas spoke again, softer this time. “I am your coach for today. There is nothing to be ashamed about with me.”

Finally she looked up, meeting his eyes. Her voice came out shy and quiet. “I… I enjoy not having them on. I know you might think I might flash someone during my routine… But I don’t mind that. It… it actually turns me on.”

Lucas smiled genuinely. He hadn’t expected that kind of honesty. He threw an arm around her shoulders and used his other hand to rub his knuckle affectionately on top of her head.

“You silly goose,” he said with a laugh. “So you’re just a pervert. That makes you a lot like me and thus better than them.”

The girl looked up at him with real happiness in her eyes. Lucas could tell the command was working hard here, any positive attention from him hit her brain like a reward. Her shoulders relaxed a little under his arm.

“Go on… you want them to see your pussy, don’t you? Show them. They have to look now.”

Her eyes went wide with shock and something like awe. “Are… you sure? Coach Torres had forbidden me from coming like this…”

Lucas put a finger gently on her lips to silence her. He kept his arm around her and started walking, guiding her across the gym floor toward where Camila was still kneeling. Megan paused the strikes for a moment as they approached. Lucas could see the hungry look in the coach’s eyes as she stared at the bulge in his pants, but he ignored it for now.

“Spread your pussy open,” Lucas told the petite girl, then turned to the kneeling coach, his voice turning grandiose. “And Coach Torres would kiss it like her life depends on it… because that is what her God demands of her.”

Camila nodded fervently, tears still wet on her cheeks but her expression full of devotion. The petite girl hesitated for a second, then slowly moved her hands away from her pussy. She stepped closer, right into range. Without breaking the pose Lucas had ordered her to maintain, Camila leaned forward and pressed her mouth against the girl’s bare pussy. She started kissing it passionately, lips moving with real hunger, tongue slipping out to taste her.

The petite girl let out a soft moan, her hands hovering awkwardly at her sides before she grabbed onto Camila’s hair for balance. Her hips twitched as the older woman went to town on her pussy, licking and kissing without any shame.

Lucas smiled as he looked over at Megan. “You can smack her ass while she’s helping her ward learn the benefits of honesty.”

Megan nodded once, crisp and professional. She raised the kendo stick and brought it down hard across Camila’s ass. The coach’s body shivered from the impact, but she never pulled her mouth away from the petite girl’s pussy. Another smack followed, then another, each one making Camila’s bronze skin redden more while she kept licking and sucking with devoted focus.

Satisfied with how that was going, Lucas turned around. The Black girl had finished her first ten laps and was back, bent over touching her toes again. Her dress was gone now too, she must have taken it off during one of the laps like the others. Her thick ass was fully exposed, cheeks still marked from the earlier spank. She waited exactly as ordered.

Lucas walked over. She spoke loudly, voice clear even though she was bent over. “Please spank my ass, sir!”

Lucas obliged, bringing his hand down hard on her ass cheek. The smack echoed. She winced but stayed in position. When he was done, she straightened up, gave him a small smile and started running her next set of laps around the hall, her thick ass bouncing with every step.

Lucas looked over the nine remaining women standing in front of him in their bras. They were clearly uncomfortable with everything that was happening, shifting their weight from one foot to the other, arms twitching like they wanted to cover up but knew better than to try. Their faces showed a mix of embarrassment and that **** eagerness from his earlier command. Lucas took his time looking at all the tits lined up in front of him. The bras pushed them together and created nice cleavages on most of them, the kind that made the plain practice uniforms seem like a waste. But none of them came close to Jenna Blake’s. Her DD breasts looked perfect even in the plain white lace bra, full and round in a way that made the rest seem ordinary.

In the background the moans from the petite bob-cut girl kept going. Camila was still on her knees with her hands locked behind her head, face buried between the girl’s legs, licking and kissing her pussy with total focus. Megan brought the kendo stick down on the coach’s ass again in a steady rhythm, each crack making Camila’s body jolt but never pulling her mouth away. The petite girl’s moans mixed with Camila’s muffled sounds of devotion and the occasional “I love you, Lord Lucas!” that she managed to gasp out between licks.