Yes, with a little negotiation.

Sarah paused for a moment, unconsciously chewing her lip as her pupils flicked back and forth between Drew’s two big, dark eyes. Then she made her decision, and took a deep breath. “No, um, no butt stuff. And no Gary.”

“Deal.” Drew offered his hand; after a moment, Sarah took it for a quick shake. His strong hand squeezed hers, and he surprised her by pulling her towards him; she stumbled forward, coming to a stop with her breasts and her hard nipples pressing against his chest, his hot, hard cock poking into her belly. In her momentary surprise, she felt his breath on her ear and heard him whisper, “They’ll cum wherever you like, but mine’ll be in your pussy. Where it belongs.”

Heat rushed to her cheeks and her groin as she pushed away from him, grimacing as she stamped her way over to where the ball had been set down. She picked it up and threw it at his chest, watching him catch it easily. “Your shot,” she growled, watching as the tall, naked man made his way into position.

As he gave the ball a couple dribbles and lined up his shot, Sarah stepped in behind him. As her eyes wandered over the muscles of his back and his muscular ass, she leaned in and ran her fingernails up his sides, before gently running her fingertips across his chest, feeling his strong pectoral muscles and occasionally brushing the loop from which his marker hung. Fighting to keep from thinking about the marker, about the shame she was risking, about what it would be like to feel its felt tip sliding over the cheeks of her ass, she experimentally flicked one finger over one of his hard, dark nipples; she heard his breathing catch just a little. ‘Good.’

She leaned in, pressing her breasts to his bare back, letting him feel her hard nipples against his skin. When he lifted his hands to shoot, she struck, sliding her hands over to rweak his nipples. A low, short moan slipped from his mouth, and his shot flew errantly, bouncing off the front of the rim.

“That ties it up, W-H-O to W-H-O,” she hissed in his ear. “You’re never gonna get to fuck me.” She accentuated her point by giving him a little swat on the ass.

And then, all of a sudden, he was off and running towards the basket. She stood blinking for a couple seconds; he already had the basketball back in his hands by the time she realized what he was doing.

“Shit shit shit shit shit…” He hurried to a spot on the baseline, and she ran after him trying to get close enough to get her hands on him. However, he was already shooting by the time she got there; all she could do was watch as the shot arced up and into the basket.

‘I should have seen that coming,’ Sarah thought, kicking herself. Of course he had plans for how to work around the advantage he’d given her. No more taunting; she had to make sure she was paying complete attention, so that none of his tricks snuck up on her.

A cocky grin sat on Drew’s lips as he offered her the ball. Sarah snatched in and, without a word, made her way to her spot on the baseline. She had to make this shot. She couldn’t let him pull ahead…

“I can’t tell you what my bro’s will want.” Drew’s voice was coming from right next to her in a husky growl as she bounced the ball a few times. “But I can tell you what I want. I’m going to make you ride me. I’m going to make you use that sopping pussy of yours to wet my dick so you it slides right into me. I’m going to mark your ass with my cock already inside you, before you start riding. And as I cum, you’re going to lean back over me, so we get a nice picture of that beautiful body of yours in the summer sun, with my cock buried deep in your pussy and my cum just starting to leak back out of you.”

Sarah’s lips dried out, and the hoop felt like it was wobbling in her view. Amidst all the images rattling around in her mind, one odd phrase rose above for a moment--‘my beautiful body?’--but she **** it down. She squeezed her eyes shut, **** several breaths in and out, opened her eyes, and let her shot fly.

It clipped the side of the backboard, bouncing back at her without even touching the rim amidst a loud cheer from the rest of DKM. Sarah watched numbly as the ball bounced back towards her. She was a missed shot away from being the star performer in a gangbang. How did she let herself sign up for this?

Drew stepped in front of her, scooping up the ball with one big hand. “This is yours,” he announced, pressing it into her stomach with a hungry smile. He then leaned in as his hands wandered lower, hooking the waistband of her panties. “And these are mine.”

He felt his hands jerk, and then she felt the last bit of fabric protecting what was left of her modesty sliding down her legs and falling in a messy heap over her feet and toes, baring her carefully-trimmed bush of brown curls, the slick lips of her pussy resting visibly open beneath the hair. She stepped out as she began walking the court, working on picking out her next shot; she heard another loud cheer and looked back to see Drew holding her panties up over his head like some kind of trophy.

Sarah rolled her eyes, then hurried up to the right elbow; if he wanted to showboat, she could get a shot in before he could try distracting her with his dirty talk. ‘And then I’ll just have to make… Literally every other shot I take.’

She tossed up her shot, and it banked in off the backboard easily as Drew turned around. With a shrug, he tossed the panties to his pals; Sarah instinctively took a step to try retrieving them, then realized that was another ploy. Another way to keep her from using the advantage that she had put so much at risk to get.

Instead, she waited, tapping her foot on the warm court as Drew collected the ball and ambled into position.

She stood by his side for a moment, not doing anything as he bounced the ball a few times. When he picked up the ball, however, she knelt down and ran a fingernail up his muscular thigh and then along the underside of his hard length. His wonderfully thick cock jumped at her touch, and she saw him glance down at her.

She smirked up at him. ‘That’s right. No more risks,’ she thought. ‘You’re going to have to make a shot with my hand on your dick if you want to beat me.’

She made a circle with her thumb and her pointer finger and slid them over the head of his cock, feeling its heat and its hardness as she watched her pale fingers slide along the dark flesh, down to its base. She thought she saw a little shiver run through him. Emboldened, she began to run her fingers up and down in a slow, steady rhythm, stroking his cock as she taunted him, “Your aim’s looking a little shaky, Drew. I think the only place you’re going to shoot that DKM loser cum is all over your own hand.”

With a strangled grunt, Drew let his shot fly; Sarah’s heart stopped as it rattled around the inside of the rim for a moment, but it popped out. W-H-O-R to W-H-O-R. One letter to go.

She sprang to her feet and ran after the ball; only when she got to it and picked it up did she realize Drew had not done the same. When she turned, she could feel the heat of his stare as he looked at her with a humorless smirk.

“Not bad, shorty,” he said. “I think you deserve a little prize.”

‘A prize? What the hell…?’ Sarah wondered.

Drew turned to the lineup of the other four bros. “I’ve gotten to take clothes off of you four times, but you only got to undress me twice. So why don’t you pick one of them to get naked on the court too, see the effect your performance has been having, let them share in the taunting and teasing you’ve clearly enjoyed giving me this whole time. Choose wisely, though, because whichever cock you free is going to be getting a piece of you after I give you your E and make you a DKM WHORE.”

Sarah paused a moment. This had the smell of another trick… But she had the ball. What could he do, so long as she protected it. And leaving another one of these jackasses naked in the sun did sound like a fun way to rub their noses in the defeat she was about to give Drew, and get a little **** for Felicia...