5 comments/ 46539 views/ 24 favorites Karen Ch. 03: Creamed Pants By: LrseFauc Thank you to tangentjoker and my wife for editing this story. *** This is the third story about Karen and Ken. Karen chose Ken for training her ability to dominate men with eroticism and sex. In the first story "Karen - Is she his girlfriend?" Karen trained her ability in tease and denial techniques. In the second story "Karen - The second meeting" Karen's aim was to make Ken cum several times so he could barely walk. You don't have to read the first stories to read this one. It might be helpful to get to know the characters and you can follow the progress. Suggestions for feature stories are welcome. *** After a few days, Karen called Ken again. She sounded thrilled. "Hi, Ken. I've decided it is time to continue my lessons." She chuckled. "I want to improve my ability to dominate you sexually. I want to take control over you in different situations - in public situations. The goal is also to hide my influence, so no one really notices it. Do you remember our last meeting? You visited me. My cock was fully erect, even before you saw me, huuh!" She purred snugly by remembering their meeting. Karen was used to referring to Ken's cock as "her cock" to emphasize the fact, that it seemed she had more control over it than Ken himself. "Do you remember how easy it was to force you to cum in your pants by hugging you and letting you hump my knee? You humped and humped like a horny dog." She laughed and took a rest before continuing speaking. Ken remembered the scene well. He recall the feeling to be overwhelmed about her unexpected forceful action. He had lost his will to resist her in just a few seconds. It didn't make any sense to resists her power, he thought. It seemed that she always gets her way. In a strange way, it didn't alarm him. When it didn't make sense to struggle, he could addicted himself without any questions. "You didn't even enter the house and you spurt your semen helplessly in your pants. You couldn't do anything about it. And I know I could do this again with no effort. And admit it, you know it, too! Hmm, how does that feel?" She purred. During her speech, Ken's cock had raised to life and he was fully erect after these few words. Karen chuckled. "Sometimes I think I have a mental contact to my cock. I know my cock remember the feeling very well now. I know it's rock hard in full attention to my words. I feel it throbbing in your pants, even through the telephone." She was so damn right. Karen continued: "Ken, I want to go to a restaurant with you. I want you to invite me for this evening. You will see what will happen there." Karen laughed softly. "My cock loves the idea, doesn't it?" "O-okay!" He answered. "Y-yes, l-lovely Karen" he added. That was the way he had to correctly address Karen. "You should quit stammering, when you are horny." Karen laughed. "This evening? Great Seoul?" "Eeeeeh, yeah! Lovely Karen!" Ken replied. "Pick me up at 7 o'clock." Karen hung up. Ken's cock twitched and he tried to get an idea what Karen planned for the evening. *** Ken arrived at Karen's home and rang the bell. He had been horny the whole afternoon. Karen opened the door. "Hi, sweetie!" She smiled, hugged him and kissed him for a short moment and pressed one leg against his crotch. Ken gasped. "Nononono! Don't make a mess in your pants again!" Karen laughed and pushed him away. Ken opened the door of the car and Karen got in. During the drive, Karen blabbered happily, "I really enjoy seeing you again! You are such a pleasant company. I was very proud and glad that I could make you cum so often and so hard the last time. I enjoyed the control over you so much. At this moment you are fully aware of my presence. I know and you are horny just because of little me sitting beside you, while you drive us to the restaurant. But I will not take advantage of your horniness at the moment because you have to drive. If I touch your boner with my hand that could cause an accident, but we both want to reach the restaurant safely. Boy, I couldn't tell you how much discipline I need not to distract you while driving the car. Thank you for doing my math homework. The teacher complimented me for doing such a great job. I hand the compliment to you because you did the job. You did it very well. Good boy! I don't have problems with math, if you were thinking that. I just don't want to waste time with such stupid homework. You are such a great help! I expect you to do all my math homework in the future. Would you?" Ken nodded. "Thanks, sweetie! You are really such a good boy! It's really hard to not tease the shit out of you right now. I imagine my hand in your crotch. It lays on my penis very slightly." She teased him verbally. Ken grunted. "Please be careful. There is a red light over there!" Karen laughed. "You know, that I was always a girl that men turned their heads for. I know that I am the wet dream of many jerk off sessions. But I don't want to be just the picture of men's dream when they are wanking, you know! I want to take control on them. I think I'm on a good way to change it. That's also because of your support - because you agreed to be my training partner. I've so much control over you right now! I love it! My good boy. My sweet toy." She couldn't prevent herself putting her hand on Ken's knee. Ken twitched and jerked the steering wheel. "Oops," Karen laughed and removed her hand. "I have to confess that I don't have enough self-control to leave my hands on my own. But you are so much fun, Ken! I want to tell you good news. I think it won't be necessary for you to do my math homework for a long time. I'm planning to seduce my math teacher and I'll make a deal with him, that he'll quit checking my homework. That will be fun. I think I know how to push his buttons. It seems that he loves long sexy legs and feet. And I have just the kind of legs he dreams about. And beautiful feet, too! But I want to have some more training lessons before I really start to take control over him. I'm sure it will be only a matter of time and he'll be putty in my sexy hands. Or to say it correctly, putty under my bare feet. I'm planning to distract him in class at the beginning. It won't take long and he'll have to sit down and he wouldn't be able to stand up and write something at the desk because of his hard on tenting his pants. Do you love my long firm, smooth and toned legs, Ken?" Karen laughed in a bitchy manner. They arrived at the restaurant. "Thank you for driving." Karen kissed Ken on his lips and patted with her hand on his crotch. "Follow me when the erection of my penis is gone. I don't want you to cause a sensation." Karen left the car. After several long minutes, his hard on was mostly gone. That wasn't easy. Every time his thoughts glanced at the restaurant and Karen and her flawless legs and feet. Always the blood rushed back to his penis. After entering the restaurant, Ken soon found Karen and placed himself on opposite side of the table. Karen glanced at him happily. "It took a long time, as I expected, but now you are here. Good boy!" Karen licked her luscious lips: "I've ordered you a glass of water. You are driving and I don't want you to get drunk. The second reason it's because I want you to resist not causing a scene, here in the restaurant, later on. It's easier to resist with a clear head. I want to make you cum here later on this evening at this table among all other guests, without someone noticing it." Karen wore a sleeveless black dress with a choker. It ended just a hand above her knees. It was tight fitting on her her slim body and emphasized her beautiful shoulders and her firm and slight arms. She looked marvelous and elegant. "Don't be to disappointed not to see my beautiful tummy or my firm breasts today but I know that your imagination works fine." She stretched her upper body, pushed her chest forward and made a small circle movement with her breasts. Ken gaped open mouthed at her bosom. "Nonono, eyes are up here!" Karen chuckled and pointed with two fingers to her eyes. "It feels so good to be here with you, boy. I enjoy your company so much, I can't tell you. I feel so safe and confident in your presence. You know that is not because you are my hero or my protector. No, the reason is, that I feel so strong and mighty in your companionship." Ken watched her; smitten. "You look incredible! Lovely Karen!" "Thank you, I know. I feel incredible, also." She smiled at him. The waiter arrived and they ordered the meal. "I have so many ideas on how to use my abilities in my favor, that I couldn't count them. First of all, you are addicted to me now, but that is not the end of our way. I've just begun to condition your body, to react like I want it. I want to drain all your willpower to resist my commands. You will get to be my puppet and I'll be your puppeteer much more than now." Ken's cock was poking in his pants. Much more than now? He doubted that it was possible. "Have you noticed this couple at the table behind you? The man has a good view of me. His wife or girlfriend is sitting facing him, so she doesn't see me. Since I have arrived, he was checking me out. He had also noticed my little teasing actions on you. After I caught him, I've wanted him to watch and I think he is impressed. I am going to wink at him and you can turn your head then. There is no danger that he will notice you staring at this point!" Karen chuckled and looked in the direction the man. Slowly, she took her glass of water to her lips and opened her mouth. With a slow movement, she took a few small gulps, lowered the glass and licked her upper lip and winked at him. Ken turned his head around and saw the man. He was shifting uncomfortably on his seat. He blushed and had lowered his eyes. Karen smiled at Ken. "You are so incredible, lovely Karen!" Ken told her shyly. "I know!" Karen replied. "To tease some other man, while I am teasing you, feels great. And it feels much better and more powerful when he is in the company of his wife. When the meal arrived, they stopped talking. That means that Karen stopped talking. Ken had listened almost speechlessly to Karen's explanations in a mixture of fear, horniness, admiration and he was head over heals in love. Despite the fact he knew she didn't love him, he couldn't help but to have a crush on her. Also he knew that she wasn't his girlfriend and she was playing with him. He enjoyed every second of her presence. In a strange way, he trusted her and he felt secure. He knew that he wasn't the only guy in her life, but that didn't matter when she was with him. During the meal, she continued to tease Ken with nearly imperceptible actions and movements. She ate her food like it was a sexual act in a slow and pleasureful way. It made Ken think of his cock in her mouth. She stroked her fork with her hands, and played with her hair. Sometimes she leaned back to push her chest forward to emphasize her great and awesome bosom. It was not obvious for most of the guests. Also, it was a great turn on for Ken. Ken felt a little bit jealous when Karen looked in the direction of the man behind him, knowing that she teased him, too. "Don't be envious!" Karen caught his gaze. "Today you will get all the goods. It's his role to wish, he were in your position!" She bent over the table and held Ken's face by his chin for a moment. "Don't you like it, when I make him horny and frustrated? By the way, it seems that his wife left for the restroom. I'll be back in a moment!" Karen rose from her chair and walked slowly to the man and embraced him from behind and whispered something in his ear. Then she came back to Ken and smiled at him. "I've told him, that I enjoy teasing him and that I'll make you cum in your pants later on. I have allowed him to look at us. He really didn't need permission because he couldn't help to look at us most of the time. But it felt good to give him permission, so he didn't have try to avoid watching us all the time. He only has to be cautious that he doesn't get in trouble with the woman who is with him." Karen chuckled and leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms above her had. "And, of course, I have asked him for his telephone number and told him that perhaps I would call him!" She laughed aloud: "I'm curious if he would find the courage and manage to do this! He is here with his wife or his girlfriend and it is not sure if he would do this. But I think he is only thinking with his cock now. And I am the one he's dreaming of. Even if he fucks his girlfriend tonight, he will imagine me." The waiter brought the dessert. "And now to the dessert!" Karen dipped her teaspoon in ice cream, put it to her mouth, surrounded it with her tongue and licked it clean with slow motions while watching Ken's face. "You can feel it on my cock!" she laughed. "It feels so good on my cock when I surround the knob with my hot tongue." Ken shifted uncomfortably from side to side. "Don't make a fuss when I make you cum hard soon!" Karen bent down to remove one sandal. "Stay still!" She moved her foot under the table along his right leg until her foot lied comfortably in his crotch against his hard and throbbing cock. "Do you want it? Do you want me to make you cum hard here in this restaurant?" Karen asked. "I, I, I d don't know, l-l-l-lovely K...Karen!" Ken replied. "Haven't I already told you not to stutter when you are horny?" Karen smiled. "Y...Yes, lovely Karen!" Ken answered. "I'll tell you something, boy! It doesn't mean anything to me if you want me to make you cum or not. Perhaps it will be more fun if you don't want it. In fact, I want you to try to avoid it without running away from here. But the point is, you can't prevent that you'll be cumming in your pants soon!" Karen winked again at the man behind Ken and made small sucking motions at her teaspoon while eating her ice cream. After that, she formed the number three with her mouth without saying it. Karen increased the pressure on his penis with her foot. While dipping her forefinger in her ice cream, she formed a "two" with her mouth and licked her finger clean. She rubbed his cock through his pants between two toes. She quit eating the ice cream and gazed at him with a superior smile. "Don't you dare scream aloud or anything like that, when you are going to cum. Act like you are staying cool and we can stay friends!" Her lips formed the "one". She wanked him now fast. After some hard strokes of his cock between her toes, she casually said, "That will do it!" and removed her foot. A superior smile appeared on her face. Ken looked in a mixture of desperation and begging, trying not to move his hips in his horniness. But if someone had looked intently they could see him tremble slightly. Of course, the man behind Ken gawked with an open mouth at Ken and Karen. He saw her ordering gaze on Ken before she whispered the word "Cum!". The man saw that Ken stiffened and that he grabbed the tabletop with both hands. Ken spurted his cum in pulsating streams in his pants. It took a time until Kens last spurt left his cock and he lost his stiffness. He already seemed to collapse in his chair but managed to stay straight. His face was full of sweat. "You are so sweet!" Karen smiled happily. "You are such a good, good boy. Such a fabulous plaything! You really are well-behaved. I know that it was not easy to stay still, without groaning and making a big fuss while spurting your hot load in your pants." The man behind Ken gawked motionless with an open mouth at Karen. Suddenly, there was a loud crying in the restaurant. "What is the matter with you, Michael?" The woman at the man's table screamed aloud. "You are here with me, your girlfriend! We are here for a romantic dinner and you didn't take notice of me. You are monosyllable, you don't listen to me, you don't look at me. It seemed that I was alone here in this restaurant. What is wrong with you?" Everybody in the restaurant turned their head in the direction of the loud screaming. Every conversation stopped and it was so quiet you can hear a pin drop. Michael, the man behind Ken, looked surprised at the sudden interrogation from his girlfriend and realized slowly what had happened. He looked at her in confusion. Then he managed to speak to her. "I'm sorry, Kate!" Michael whispered, "I, I, I have worked so hard in the last few days and I, I'm sorry. My thoughts were everywhere and I can't focus myself." Michael lowered his gaze sheepishly. "I, I'm really sorry!" Most guests shrugged her shoulders and continued their conversations. "Ah," Karen smirked. "It seems that Michael has really forgotten where he is! I wonder if he'll dare to give me his number! What do you think, Ken?" Ken turned his head again. "I, I don't think so. She is very mad at him." "We will see!" Karen replied and continued to eat her dessert. After a few minutes, Michael got up and left in direction of the restroom. When he came back, he acted like he couldn't find his table in the restaurant. He strayed around the room and to the table of Karen and Ken. While he looked like he was searching for his table, he dropped a folded peace of paper near Karen. Then it seemed like he recognized the table with his girlfriend. He moved to it and sat down in his chair. "So, Ken? You didn't think so! I told you that he is thinking with his cock!" Karen unfolded the paper, while staring at Michael. She smiled, took a short look at the note and blew him a kiss. Then she looked sternly with a disapproving glance at him. Slowly, she ripped his note in small pieces and put them in her emptied dessert bowl. Michael flushed red and lowered his gaze. "So, what an successful evening!" Karen asserted. "Don't move!" she rubbed with her toe over Ken's crotch again until his cum soaked his pants. "Hmmm, it's sticky and wet now!" she whispered smiling. She bent over in Ken's direction as if she want to touch him, but his glass of water was in the way. It tipped over and felt in his crotch. "Oops!" Karen said and chuckled. "I am so clumsy, Ken! I think we better leave now, so you can dry your trousers at home!" *** The next time, Karen phoned Ken, she ordered him to meet her at the dance club. "But as I said before: You won't be the only man in the dance club I'm interested in. I think you will get an interesting evening, but don't be jealous when I'm flirting with other men! I like you very much and don't want to hurt you, but you know that I don't love you. You are a good friend. Perhaps a friend that I'm used to controlling through sexuality, but a really good friend. But you know that I want to take control of other men, too. It's the goal of my training. Don't think I would drop our friendship when I get in touch with other men, okay?" "Yes, lovely Karen!" Ken replied. Ken felt a little knot in his stomach. Could he handle it when she was flirting obviously and excessively with other men? He really didn't know. But even he though didn't know, he wanted to try it. Because she wanted it. And that was the reason he wanted it, too. He knew he had a crush on her. Perhaps he was obsessed or addicted to her? He didn't know. But he was sure he didn't want to disappoint her. "Please wear something absorbent around your crotch. You don't need to show it to all if you wet your pants. And perhaps it is a good idea to bring some pants to change into in the restroom," She chuckled. "See you at nine o'clock." She told him and hung up the phone. Ken entered the dance club and searched for Karen. At first he didn't see her, but then he noticed that she was already on the dance floor. His gaze froze on her since he had seen her. Now she was dressed like a country girl. Not really a country girl, but the wet dream of a country girl that men were jerking off to. She wore cut off jeans. They were very short; practically hot pants. They looked like a second skin around her firm, small, round ass and emphasized her long faultless legs very well. She wore low leather boots with heels. But her upper body drew his attention even more. He had a fetish for flat firm tummies and she had one of the most beautiful bellies he had ever seen. Immediately, he drooled as he saw her red plaid shirt with long sleeves she had knotted very high just to cover her breasts. As he had expected, he got an instant erection. But he didn't expect that his erection would poke against his jeans like this. Karen Ch. 03: Creamed Pants At the moment she danced excessively to a hard and fast beat with fast and powerful, but also graceful, moves. While she spun around she saw him and waved at him. Then she ordered him with her index finger to join her. He felt very clumsy while he followed her order. Dancing wasn't his usual business. He felt like a piece of wood while he tried to find moves that matched the fast rhythm of the music. He gawked at Karen. For her, it seemed so easy to find fitting moves. Not only fitting: elegant, graceful, incredible sexy and natural. Her moves looked so powerful but effortless at the same time. Karen grabbed Ken's head and neared her mouth to his ear. "You like what you see? Watch my finger when I start your countdown to cum". She released his head and danced around him. He adored her gyrating her hips. It felt like she was touching his cock with her breasts, when she pushed her chest forward. She pressed her breasts together with both hands, then she showed him a "three" with her right hand. His cock poked even more against his jeans. She grabbed his right hand and made him spin around under her leadership. He remember her words. It was confusing. He felt like a puppet, as she was his puppeteer. He was intoxicated by her leadership. It felt so safe to submit to her. Then she showed him a "two". Karen stood in front of him. With her hands on her hips, she exuded supremacy. Her pelvis gyrated like the number eight and he felt like she was fucking him with strong and determined moves. He imagined the feeling of her inner muscles massaging his cock. She showed him a "one". Ken's hips moved back and forth in the rhythm of her gyrating hips. He felt like she milked him, but she didn't even touch him. She grabbed his head, drew him to her, leaned her body against him, neared her mouth to his ear. "Cum" she ordered. He spasmed against her lucky that she held him so closely to protect him. Now he felt her hips gyrating against his pelvis. It felt like she sucked the cum out of his hard on. After a long moment, he caught his breath. He was totally confused and spent. She hadn't stimulated his cock directly. She only leaned her body against him. That was the only contact to make him spurt in his pants. And he was sure now that she didn't even need to touch him to lead him to a forceful orgasm. "Don't be afraid that I could do everything I want to you." She laughed croaky and happy. "Perhaps I can! You can't stop me. I twist you around my little finger every time I want it without effort. But I'm a good girl. I won't permanently damage you!". As he caught his breath, she told him, "That is the first time for you to change your pants! See you, Ken! I'm now looking for other victims!" She released him. Confused, he entered the restroom to change the first pair of pants. They were soaked with his cum and it was just high time to change them before he got a visible wet stain on his jeans. He had even chosen pants with a thick fabric. As he came back to the main part of the club, she was still on the dance floor. As she noticed him, she signaled him to stay away from the dance floor. After several seconds, Ken recognized the reason. She danced with another guy. He looked good, Ken had to admit. He looked like a sportsman. He danced self-confidently and hit the beat of the music well. Ken felt jealous, inferior, and unmanly. Karen looked at him and shook her head in disappointment. Yes, she told him, that she respected him and that she didn't want to hurt him. That they were friends. Ken watched them dancing. The man looked good on the dance floor. Ken begrudged him for his confidence and his knowing how to move. Then he looked at Karen. She danced around the man. Sometime, she touched him slightly. From time to time, she bumped her pelvis into his. It looked like incidental touches, but Ken knew that she planned this exactly to turn him on. When she turned around, she pressed her ass into his crotch from time to time while bending forward. Ken observed that the man become obviously horny. His cock tented his pants. Karen's moves began to get more offensive. She grabbed his hips and pulled him to her until her crotch rubbed against him. Then she pushed him away and looked at him, challengingly, while she made a circle movement with her chest to accentuate her breasts. The man tried to hide his then obvious erection by moving his front in directions where no one could see his aroused state. Karen seemed more and more to be the director of the situation. The moves of the man became more and more clumsy. Karen danced then very closely to the man. It seemed like he didn't know how to handle the situation. He was totally horny and thrilled. But at the same time, he recognized, that he was so horny that he could cum on the dance floor. Ken thought, that that is something the man really didn't want. His pride prevented him to flee this situation. He was used to being the alpha man. Perhaps that was the reason he didn't try to escape. Despite his arousal, he tried to be in control but didn't allow himself to admit that he had lost control totally. Karen bumped her ass then in his crotch and held him in place with her hands on his hip bones. She seemed to totally enjoy the dance. The man tried to get off her grip halfheartedly, but it was too late. Karen ground his cock with her ass in fast and powerful moves. Soon the man exploded violently. He pushed his pelvis energetically against her ass, while spurting gushes of cum in his briefs. After grinding him some more until his climax subsided, Karen turned to him and looked at him. She grabbed his head and said something in his ear. She grabbed his crotch with one hand and kneaded it for several seconds until a wet spot of cum soaked through his jeans. After that, the man fled from the dance floor like he was followed by zombies. Karen danced for a few minutes more and left then the dance floor to visit Ken. She grabbed his head and whispered, "At first I told him I need a hard big cock tonight and that I love strong men with stamina who can fuck me for hours. After I made him cum, I told him that he was like an horny rabbit without a hint of self control and that I want a real man and not a weak minute-man like him. He was so frustrated. That was fun!" Karen laughed aloud. "D-do you think of me in this way, too, L-lovely Karen?" Ken asked shyly and unhappily. Karen looked at him, surprised. Then she shook her head. "Nononono! Don't think this way, Ken. This man wasn't really a premature ejaculator without self-control and you aren't one, either! I made him feel like a loser because I'm so strong and sexy. And I twist you around my little finger because I'm so powerful." Karen replied seriously. The music became slower and Karen entered the dance floor again searching for her next prey. She embraced a guy dancing alone. Soon, he shivered in her arms, when she pressed her knee from time to time against his crotch. Ken watched this scene in awe. After about four minutes, the song ended. Karen took her victim by the hand and they left the dance floor. After that, she entangled him again. While she held the guy closely, her hands stroked him all over his upper body. Then her hands searched for ways under his clothes to stroke the skin of his upper body. She kissed him forcefully. He shivered and pressed his body firm against hers. After a few moments, she let him go and left him. Ken observed the wet stain on his trousers. The guy left the club with a lowered gaze to avoid eye contact with other people. Karen returned to Ken. "That was fun tonight. How are you, watching me, and dealing with these guys?" "That was incredible!" Ken answered in awe. "What about your state now?" Karen examined his crotch. "I don't know!" Ken replied. "I was so intrigued, what you did to those guys, that I didn't think about my own sexuality. You are a goddess, lovely Karen! Uuuuuh, I, I'm horny like hell again!" "Yes, I know!" Karen answered. "Get erect now!" She ordered. While watching his crotch, he saw his cock rising until he reached his full state of hardness. She hugged him. "Ken, I thank you for being here. I enjoyed it very much, that you weren't jealous this time!" She shoved one knee between his legs. "You came once this evening. I barely touched you. Now I'll make you cum a second time. How does it feel?" Soon Ken felt like a puppet under her administration and her control over him. "Cum now!" She ordered without a countdown. Ken came violently in his pants again. "Good boy," she complimented Ken. "I think, the next time, I will make you come without even touching you! Perhaps from a distance." Karen declared. "I'm just thinking about a challenging situation for me. You are so obedient! Good boy!" Ken hummed in pleasure. Somehow he was proud of her compliment... *** The next time, Karen ordered Ken to a football game. "My cheerleading group is going to perform for the football game of the Red Braves and I want you to be there. Perhaps I'll manage to make my cock cum without even touching you. Perhaps it won't work, but I will give it a try. 'Without even touching you': Doesn't it sound hot? Imagine me, dealing with you during the cheerleading performance. While we dance and cheer for the team and the public, you will be under my spell. I'll make you so hot, that you can't help yourself and blow your sticky load in a big eruption in your pants." Karen laughed in anticipation. "I bet it will work!" Ken arrived at the event early and managed to get a good place near the border of the playing field. He wasn't into American football. He barely knew the teams and didn't know anything about the meaning of this game. He thought that perhaps he'd arrive early so he could see much more of the cheerleaders. But he had to wait some time to see them. He didn't believe that Karen's plan would work. Nevertheless, he was thrilled by the idea and he fantasized about Karen and the cheerleaders dancing and jumping. The cheerleaders began dancing just 10 minutes before the game started. All women of the cheerleading team were beautiful. The colors of their uniform was reminiscent of the colors of Wonder Woman. The top and the boots were red, the skirts were blue. Every part of their clothes ended in a golden stripe on top. But unlike the Wonder Woman costume, the red short halter top bared their flat tummies. The short blue pleated skirts where spangled with stars. "Yummy", Ken thought, and his mouth became wet. During the first performance, cheerleaders proved her artistic skills. They performed flips, back flips and cartwheels. They jumped and made made spectacular stunts. They built some pyramids. Ken couldn't imagine how it worked. Ken was amazed at the gymnastic skills of the young women. At the end of the performance, they changed their style more to dancing. They were building a line. Karen was in the middle and made seductive steps in the direction of the crowd. Simultaneously, they gyrated her hips, turned around and wiggled her asses. They bent over and touched the ground with extruded knees, made circular moves with her chests, turned over again and bent over again, presenting her firm asses in white panties. As they turned around again, they pushed their breasts up with crossing arms. At the end, the cheerleaders stood arms akimbo, motionless for some seconds. Ken interpreted their smiles as a sign of their confidence and superiority. The music ended, and they bowed down, while the crowed clapped enthusiastically. Ken's cock pulsed in his pants. The cheerleaders left the field. At the half time break, the cheerleader performance began, Ken thought. He watched the first part of football game without appreciation. It seemed that the Red Braves slightly dominated the game, at least the display panel showed some more points. While he watched the game without interest, the performance of the cheerleaders seeped into his head again. It wasn't really slutty, but at the brink of too sexually explicit for a cheerleader performance. He shouldn't wonder if there are protests against the cheerleaders' style. Or was it only his impression because he was so spell bound by Karen? But even though he found the cheerleaders sexy, he doubted that her plan would work - without contact, from a distance, making him come. Ken shrugged his head. He was lost in thoughts when the first half of the game ended. He raised his head as he heard the shouting and cheering of the cheerleaders. Some of them running up to the team members of the Red Braves, some are dancing in the front of the crowd. In disbelief, Kens jaw fell down. Every member of the team got a kiss from one cheerleader. Karen kissed the team captain on his mouth. It was a short wet kiss. After standing in surprise for some moments, the captain and the other team members turned to leave the field. Ken's cock got a little bit flaccid during the first part of the game, but now it was pulsing in his pants again. That only took a couple of seconds. He shook his head in a mixture of disbelief and horniness. This time, the performance was less artistic and more erotic. The cheerleaders gyrated her hips and her chests and danced in pairs. Sometime they chanted for the Red Braves. They built a line again, sprang in the air and landed synchronously in a split one after one. It looked like a wave from one side to the other. They turned their upper bodies to one side and grabbed the waists of their neighbor girl and bent down and wiggled her asses on the ground. There must be protests because it was so explicit, Ken thought, but perhaps no man wanted to admit the evident fact, because they liked it? The cheerleaders left the middle of the field and danced then in a circle formation up to the crowd. Karen was in front and moved just in Ken's direction. "Nine, eight, seven - Take us to the seventh heaven," they chanted, while moving up to the public. Not very original, Ken thought, while his cock throbbed in his pants. Every cheerleader made a simultaneous cartwheel in direction of the spectators. "Six, five, four - Winners are, who we adore." They moved their hips in a poking rhythm. Ken didn't realize that his throbbing cock assimilated their movements. Two cheerleaders flew through the air. Somehow they landed on other cheerleaders' shoulders: They began to build a pyramid. At the conclusion, Karen flew though the air and landed as the third level on top on the pyramid. Karen looked directly to Ken. She raised one leg to a perfect split and grabbed it with her left hand. While standing this way, the cheerleaders shouted: "Three, two, one - come on Brave guys, come - on - COME!" The audience clapped frenetically. "Grrrrrmmmmph" Ken grumbled while he buckled in his seat like a wild horse, while his sperm sprayed in his pants. Fortunately, no one saw him. That wasn't fair! This bitch has tricked him in a cum countdown. He hadn't noticed it until it was to late. His body reacted as it was trained, he couldn't do anything about it. Karen smiled at him, totally aware of his state, and flexed her right arm to a bicep pose to emphasize her power. For a couple of moments it seemed she was a perfect sculpture of female supremacy. Ken felt inferior and powerless. He blushed and lowered his gaze while the cheerleaders thanked the audience and left the grounds. Ken didn't manage to stay for the second half of the football game. Somehow, he felt angry at himself. He was ashamed he was totally unable to resist Karen's power. He felt used - almost raped. *** The next day, Karen phoned him. "Hi Ken!" she said. "I know that I had made you cum so hard yesterday, but somehow you looked sad after that. How are you, Ken?" Ken thought about what happened. "I, I, don't know. It felt like I didn't have any energy, like I am totally addicted. There isn't any willpower left to resist you," Ken sighed. "Ken, Ken, Ken! Don't think like that. I tricked you yesterday after I conditioned your body to react to my will. Perhaps it wasn't fair, but it was important to check my powers. You are not a weak guy! But I'm so much stronger than you. And I'm stronger than most people. It isn't weak to submit to such a powerful person! Don't be sad. I take care for you. You have to feel sure and snug under my leadership. I like you very much. You made me very happy! Don't you want that?" "Uuugh, I, yes, I want to make you happy. Yes, I trust you, but sometimes I think, that I'm only a little plaything for you, and that is sad." "Nononono! You are much more, my dear friend!" Karen replied. "That is an invaluable gift for me that you trust me. I have to thank you for that! I appreciate this very much!" Ken didn't feel so sad at all and smiled happily. "Can you do me a favor?" Karen asked. "I want to know exactly, how you felt yesterday, while I and the cheerleaders teased you until you came." Ken made a little pause to arrange his thoughts. "I don't know how to describe it. Yes, it was a very sexy performance. It was somehow much more erotic than I expected from a cheerleader performance. At first, I adored the gymnastic and acrobatic skills of you and your group. At the end of the first part, you seemed to turn your style to erotic dancing. And it was very erotic. It made my cock rock hard." "By the way, it's my cock! Remember, boy?" Karen emphasized. Ken continued. "Yes, lovely Karen, it is your penis! At the second part, you kissed the members of the Red Braves. It took only a couple of seconds and I was horny as hell again. And I stayed horny for the whole performance of the cheerleaders. But I didn't recognize that your chanting had also triggered my body and took control. I hadn't realized that before I had started cumming so hard! My body knew it before. It, it, it was awesome!" Ken got silent in remembering that he totally had lost control of his body. "I'll tell you something, boy! You know that I planned it. The other cheerleaders protested before, because the thought it would be a little too explicit, but I have convinced them, that this style would gave us a big success as a cheerleader team, and I think, I was right. My teammates didn't know anything about our relationship. They didn't divine that you were my prey!" Karen chuckled in recalling the situation. "I imagined fucking and milking you with my cunt, while rotating and waving my hips. I've thought of pushing my breasts into your face to smother you, while massaging your cock with my hands." Karen laughed throatily: "I saw your chin drop down while I kissed the captain of the team, and felt my cock rising up until he was rock hard in a few seconds. It was an incredible feeling to tease you so mercilessly while kissing another guy. The captain was really surprised and I think he fled to the restroom to hide his rising cock after the unsuspected kiss. Perhaps he had to jerk off there. Do you think he had to jerk off before he was able to continue the game? How does my cock feel now?" During her speech Ken had begun to trust his hips forwards. His rock hard cock rubbed against the cloth of his pants in his jeans. "I, I, aaah," he gasped, feeling horny. "Could you imagine I fucked you right now? Think of me sitting on your lap. I'm riding you in strong and powerful movements. I would take your cock all the way in and all out in a steady rhythm. You couldn't do anything against it, that I'd bring you closer and closer to your orgasm. Picture your hands lying on my firm tummy, while I fuck your brain out. I own you! Admit it!" Ken wasn't barely able to speak. "I, I, I," he tried to speak. "Talk to me, my pet! Admit, that I own you!" Karen ordered. "I, I, I." He couldn't form a whole sentence. "Imagine me, sitting on you now without any movement. Catch your breath and try to answer!" Karen told him. Karen Ch. 03: Creamed Pants "I, I, your, I am your!" Ken replied. "Think of me massaging my cock with my inner muscles and address me correctly," Karen voice became stern. "You own me, lovely Karen!" Ken whispered. "Repeat it!" Karen demanded. "You own me, lovely Karen!" Ken said loudly. "Again!" Karen ordered. "You - own - me! Lovely Karen!" Ken shouted. "You feel that while I massage my cock with powerful contractions, that you are coming close to an orgasm. Do you think I can crush this rock hard cock with my inner muscles?" Karen asked. "I, I. Don't do it, lovely Karen!" Ken replied in desperation. "No, I won't, boy! You are very close now, aren't you? I want you to hold you in this state very long." Karen explained. "If you beg me to make you cum, perhaps I'll show mercy." "Uuuh, uuuh, uuuuh" Ken replied in the imagined rhythm of the contractions of her vaginal muscles. "You are so close now, but you can't cum, because I don't want it." Karen felt giddy. "Karen, please, lovely Karen! It's beginning to hurt now. Please, don't be cruel with me!" Ken shouted. "Beg me!" Karen answered. "Please, lovely Karen, let me cum!" Ken was desperate. "Hmmmm" Karen purred. "I like it when you beg! I have to slow down now a bit, because you can't stand any longer!" "Please, lovely, please! Lovely Karen. Please make me cum! I, I, I." "I'm moving now effortless with slow moves up and down this rock hard penis." Karen was happy. "I want to hear a little more begging from my boy toy now!" "Please, make me cum. Please, lovely Karen, I'll do anything for you. Please!" Ken's desperation grew. "Shall I?" Karen replied, she seemed unimpressed. "Pleeeeease, lovely Karen!" Ken begged again. "Okay! I'm riding you now hard very fast. You couldn't do anything, but giving in to me fucking your brains out! Feel it! You can't resist! Yes, yes, yes. Feel me milking you. Spurt your load. Spurt it now!" Karen shouted. With a loud grunt, Ken erupted. The telephone receiver slipped from his hand. It took some time until he was able to grab it again. "Without even being near you!" Ken heard Karen's voice. "I can do this only with my voice! That's entertainment! That's power! Good boy! Shall I tell you something?" Karen's voice became soft. "I've cum, too."