Lap dancing

Brooke continued to speak, “We’re going to have a lap dance competition!” Both of the girls giggled. There weren’t any complaints coming from the guys, of course. Richard still was fully dressed and untouched by the girls while Dean was sitting right next to him, bottomless with a boner sticking straight up.

Brooke still taking the lead, “You boys ready?” All Richard and Dean could do was shake their heads yes.

Both Brooke and Alexa turned around as if they were synchronized pulling down their pants slowly over their asses revealing their thongs. Dean’s penis twitched from the sight, he wasn’t sure how fair it was that he didn’t have any pants on for the competition but he didn’t care, it’ll be better for him. It’s just a stupid contest, Dean didn’t care about who won, in his eyes he wins no matter what.

Brooke and Alexa both turn around, now only wearing thongs. They both look at each other. Brooke pulls Alexa in front of herself towards Dean and side steps so she is in front of Richard, the girls just switched places.

Dean was shocked, what was happening. Before any protests can be made or heard, it seems the competition has started. Brooke and Alexa both start to do some kind of lap dance routine. Brooke starts by putting her hands on Richard’s thighs while Alexa starts touching herself seductively in front of Dean.

Dean wasn’t sure where to look, he wanted to see what was going on right next to him with Richard and Brooke but he almost felt rude not giving his full attention to Alexa.

Alexa turned around to show off her best asset, her big ass. She started to back up onto Dean’s lap, his naked lap. Without Alexa looking at him he glanced to his side at Brooke and Richard.

Brooke was staring into Richard’s eyes and not paying attention to Dean at all. She moved her way forward towards Richard, moving her hands along his thighs. She kept moving her hands to his hips and then up his body towards his head while she crawled onto his lap. Brooke was now straddling Richard, he was still fully clothed. She put her best asset to use and pulled Richard’s head into her breasts while she grinding on him. With Richard’s head fully consumed by her cleavage she glanced over toward Dean and Alexa. Dean quickly looked back to Alexa to not let Brooke know he was looking, he wasn’t sure if he was caught.

Just then Alexa’s thong covered ass made contact with Dean’s penis, he was of course still bottomless from Brooke. A sense of pleasure pulsed through Dean, only a thin cloth was between Dean’s cock and Alexa’s bare ass. He could feel the warmth of Alexa’s pussy as she slowly pushed herself against his penis. Dean’s cock desperately pushed back against the cloth of Alexa’s thong trying to penetrate her warm pussy. She moved up and down, her ass checks surrounded his cock trapping it against Dean’s body, jerking him off. Alexa’s hands rested on Dean’s knees, squeezing them with every backwards thrust. Alexa took a look over her shoulder at Dean who was mesmerized by her perfect ass. Dean put his hands out to grab Alexa’s ass to stop her from humping him so quickly. Dean was trying hard to not cum, the tip of his penis dripped precum onto himself. Alexa smacked his hands away, “No touching!”

Dean looked away to see what was going on with Richard and Brooke and try and distract himself from cumming, this was a bad idea.

Richard had his face between Brooke’s tits with his hands grabbing her ass. They were vigorously humping each other. Dean wasn’t allowed to touch but Brooke had no issue with Richard touching her. Dean had to look away, he needed to divert his attention away from them, away from anything that might make him blow his load from dry humping.

Alexa kept up her pace and continued to work Dean’s cock between her ass cheeks. Between Alexa’s amazing ass, which was better than Brooke’s and the warmth of her pussy on Dean’s cock, it was deemed too much for him. Dean’s eyes drifted over to see Brooke dismounting Richard, she was back on her knees and started to undo his pants. All things considered Dean lasted quite awhile.

Dean could feel the sensation build inside of him, there was no way to stop it. Holding on for a long as he could, Dean weakly said, “I’m gonna cum.” Alexa immediately jumped off his cock. Dean jizzed onto his stomach, Alexa didn’t jerk him, his orgasm was ruined, his cum squirting out and his cock twitching to be touched. “Fuck” Dean said.

Alexa could be seen being proud of herself. She made Dean cum by only rubbing her ass on him. Brooke and Richard witnessed the sad act of Dean cumming on himself and Alexa not helping him. Brooke stopped undoing Richard’s pants.

Alexa says to Brooke, “Looks like I won’t this contest!” Brooke clearly upset she didn’t win, “No fair! You got a head start! Richard is still fully clothed!” Alexa just shrugs.

Dean cleans himself off but doesn’t clothe himself, he pulls at his cock to try and get it hard again.

Alexa says, “Fine, I’ll give you some more time but it won’t matter!”

Brooke starts to fidget with Richard’s pants again. Dean felt invisible now, Brooke’s attention on Richard’s pants and Alexa now watching the two of them.

Brooke pulls down Richard’s pants.