The black girl

You interrupt the two by raising your hands and saying: "Ladies, ladies, there is no need for this. I think it is quite clear who is the better twerker here."
The women, shining with sweat, quit their routine and look at you, as if they only just now noticed that you were even here. In the last minute of their dance, the black girl had started caressing her pussy with her right hand and grinding on it with every bounce of her ass, and as she snaps out of it, she looks at you in embarrassment and confusion, seemingly without the awareness of mind to remove her finger from her cunt. You cant help but grabbing your crotch yourself at this sight. It's getting mighty tight in there.

"Oh really?" The Latina asks mockingly. "And I bet you're the expert on this, huh?"

"He's an expert?" her friend exclaims in full earnest. "We're lucky, ain't we, Lola?"

The other girl sighs audibly, but you are quick to answer: "Yes indeed, I am a certified twerking expert right from... Harvard! And I can tell you right now, Miss..?" you look at her waiting for her reply. She looks back at you with a blank look. "What's your name, Missy?" you eventually ask. "Shantana!" she giggles, finally pulling out her finger with a little moan, followed by her casting down her eyes ashamedly as she realizes how inappropriate her behavior is.

Still stroking your cock over your pants, you continue: "Miss Shantana, I am proud to tell you that using my countless years of experience I have gathered on the University of... wherever I said I was from, I pronounce you the winner of this twerking contest!"

"Oh great!" she calls out while the one you now know to be called Lola crosses her arms and looks at you, looking pretty bored with this whole exchange. "What do I win?"

With one fluid motion, you open your belt and zipper and let your pants fall to the ground. Your smelly, sweaty erection now stands tall in all it's over sized glory. A drop of precum crowns it's head.
"You win a load of cum, to be deposited down your throat. Come here now, and get it.", and with these words you clap on your thigh, like you would when calling a dog.

The ebony girl seems absolutely thrilled with her reward and, shooting a superior smile back at her competitor who halfheartedly fakes a look of defeat, she moves towards you, her fake tits jiggling and part of one breast escaping her shirt.

Tightly pinching that tit's nipple and shoving it back under the white cloth, Shatana comes to a halt in front of you, giving you a wide smile with her luscious lips, and with the words "You can get your price now.", you push her down on her knees silencung an excited giggle with your giant cock. She gags in surprise when you **** it deeper into her mouth, and with one abrupt motion push through her sphincter. You feel her gag reflex working as you insert your manhood deeper in the clearly inexperienced throat and then the touch of her hands on your thigh trying to push her head away, as she struggles for air and tears start filling her heavily painted eyes. "Now now,", you say, holding her head in place "You gotta get it all in, for your price.", and to your surprise upon hearing this, she says something like: "mmmhmmm, mmmh ack mmmmh" and actually not just stops pushing you away, but reaches around to your ass cheecks and pushes you deeper inside her hole, all the way gagging profusely, saliva flowing out the side of her mouth and phlegm running out her nostrils. You start slow thrusting motions, your cock not exiting her throat.
This girl wants her price alright.

You look up from the sight of the loudly gagging girl struggling to not vomit on your rod to the Latina, who is now leaning on a desk with a slight smirk and who has lit a cigarette while watching you go to town on her friends tight mouth.