Let the dance begin! Sharifa and Nathifa Vs. Koji (complete)

Nico blushed in shame at Sharifa's playful teasings, well knowing that his will to resist could not be taken seriously when spoken with such pityful moaning voice.
But it couldn't be helped: no matter how hard he tried to get his mind back on fighter mode, the loving relentless fondling, grinding, bouncing and teasing received by not one, but 2 curvy exotic dancers was something that a healthy young male could not ignore.

His body heat was increasing thanks to their sinuous love sandwich, and when he tried to say something, Sharifa had probably just decided that Koji was cuter when he was quiet and compliant, to which she provided by taking his face in her hands and liplocking into a dominant yet somewhat romantic kiss.

Nathifa made her move in accord with her partner, as she resumed the pulsating squeeze of her figure four bodyscissor, completing her part of a tag team cuddle-submission of sorts, with the girls making sure that Koji's air would be both squeezed out by Nathifa's legs, and sucked out by Sharifa's succubus-like kiss.
"Mnfff..mff..mrf.... @///@". The encoiled boy would make nice muffled sounds along with Nathifa's repetitive flexing, which Sharifa could pleasantly feel against her soft lips, her sultry gaze locked into his eyes as they became glazed and more submissive.

“Mmmmm, mmmmmmmm....” Sharifa would moan into Koji’s mouth, her goal to arouse him more as she made out with him as she grinned her curves against him. Her tongue would also be at work, having it’s own little “match” with his, almost mirroring their own as it “danced” around his as it worked him over.

As as she did, Nathifa would then release her arms around Koji, only to then reach around Sharifa instead, the brunette now pulling both her and her partner closer together to squeeze the boy more with their curves, at the same time keeping a constant pressure around his waist to further weaken him in body.

Koji's senses were surrounded and pleasantly overwhelmed by the curvy dancers as they tightened their love-sandwich hold around him.
The radianting warmth of their bodies turned into lusty, steamy hotness all around him, enhanced by the constant rubbing, fondling and the loving squeeze of Nathifa.

Like that, the lustfully trapped boy had no other option than to melt into Sharifa's playfully dominant kiss, his tongue easily wrestled down by her swirling encoiling tongue, just like he had succumbed to their cocoon of seductive embraces.

"Mnnnn... <3 mmff... @///@". Faint pityful moans tingled against Sharifa's plump lips, letting her know that he was yelding to their seductive prison. His muscles slacked, his body getting softer between them (except for the evident bulge pocking against Sharifa's panties), which in turn made Koji easier to squeeze.

It was a long and erotic struggle, but after what was a few minutes past by Sharifa would pull her lips away from Koji’s, her crotch still pressed against his while Nathifa continued the squeezing. “I think you’re beginning to see where you stack up in this match.” She’d say, looking the boy in the eyes before the two dancers released him and allowed him to lie down on the mat.

By now the penalty time had finished up, however soon Koji would learn that the dancers had no intention of continuing with their previous pattern of taking a turn as they flipped him onto his stomach. Then with fluid teamwork, the girls would mount his back and reach down, Nathifa grabbing his chin and Sharifa grabbing his legs to pull him into a tight BostonCrab/Camel Clutch combo.

Time slowed down for Koji as Sharifa and Nathifa kept respectively kissing and squeezing him into complete submission. Softened in body and mind, the young male was too weak to actively resume the fight when the penalty time expired, and the sexy dancers were ready to press their advantage:

As soon as the bell officialy started round 2, Koji was quickly rolled onto his belly and before he could even try to react, the sexy grapplers had him effectively locked into a double submission, sitting their curvy rears onto his back and putting his flexibility on test with their evil camel clutch - boston crab combo.

"U-Unnnghh... that's n-not fair... ngghh...".. His groaning protests would probably just amuse the dancers as the once defiant male was now squirming in discomfort underneath their hips. To his further humiliation, his head was brushed by Nathifa's hefty breasts as she pulled him into the camel clutch.

“Well, it kinda is actually.” Nathifa would say, smiling as she pulled up on his chin more. “You did agree to a no DQ match, which means anything goes. And we even gave you a shot at beating one of us one-on-one, so I’d say we’ve been more than fair.” The sexy dancer, of course knew full well that it wasn’t truly fair, however it was more than entertaining to watch the boy attempt to come up with an excuse as they continued their hold.

And while Sharifa with her angle wasn’t able to do much to the boy, especially with his boxers still on, Nathifa was more than able to do something extra to him. Pulling him enough so that his face was straight up, Koji would be able to see Nathifa’s playful smile before she moved her chest forward, pressing down on his face to add a smother to the already draining double hold. “Feeling good in there Koji?”

Of course, Koji's silly pointless protests would only expose him to further playful taunts, and the busty dancers certainly didn not miss the opportunity, toying with his easily flustered mind while thoroughly enjoying the physical part of their domination over his neatly flexible body as well.

Koji was certainly not appreciating being the focus of the girls' amusement but, trapped into a double submission that had him twitch and groan in stretched pain and discomfort, he could not have a say in the matter.
That became quite literal when Nathifa cranked up the pressure of her camel clutch until she was able to teasingly smile right down at Koji's all red face... and lean down to add a good breastsmother to his dire predicament!

A cute desperate "N-Noommnnffhhhhh 0///0" was the only answer that Koji's smothered mouth could give as he fruitlessly squirmed to no avail, his arms well secured over Nathifa's thighs and his legs bents mercilessly by Sharifa's boston crab, eliciting more stifled groans that would turn into more pleasant vibrations for her partner's bosom.

But there was another, more clear answer that Koji's body would give, much to his shame, as Sharifa could notice their prisoner grow a nice stiffy, regardless of his will.

“At a loss for words, can’t say I blame ya.” Nathifa would laugh, feeling his face inadvertently motorboat her boobs. The boy was more than easy to get in his head, and even more so to twist and play with as the dancers were doing right now. So far Koji couldn’t provide much of any challenge, but despite that the brunette dancer seemed to ever enjoy the time they had more.

However, Sharifa wasn’t as settled with their match. As it stood, they were wasting their time playing with Koji, there wasn’t much in the physical side of their battle that could further improve her skills. However, as she saw Koji’s growing erection, she would note of how an important aspect of their style required much more erotic seduction. And so effortlessly, she would shift her Boston crab to a single leg, keeping the pressure up while reaching her now free hand into the boy’s boxers to grab his boyhood.

"Mmmblurrbbfff....! >///<". Whatever indignant reply Koji was trying to give to Nathifa's playful taunt, it turned into a cute, fun blubbering that added to the humiliating motorboat-smother... and to the busty dancer's fun of course, as he could tell from Nathifa's amused laughter while lack of oxygen conjured with the painful stretch in making him weak and light-headed.

Like if the trapped boy's predicament was not troubled enough, Sharifa had eventually found a way to make this part more interesting to herself: Koji's resilience had been disappointing so far, but now she had found a new opponent to bend to her will, as the boy would realize when he felt a soft, feminine hand start to stroke back and forth along his girth, separated by just the thin stretchy fabric of his pants.

"M-Mnngrffhh?? Mnnffhh... o///o". Koji's humiliated squirmings would bring him nowhere as the bulge in his pants started to grow, subject to a double stimulation from Nathifa's erotic breastsmother and Sharifa's gentle yet encompassing grip.

“Oh, I think he liked that Sharifa.” Nathifa would giggle, feeling Koji’s moaning in response to the white haired dancer’s hand grab ahold of his boyhood. “Well don’t worry Koji, there’ll be plenty of more where that came from.” She’d say, pulling a bit more on his chin while pressing her chest down more on his face.

At the same time, Sharifa was beginning to increase the tempo in the speed of her handjob, testing to see what would seem to work on Koji while at the same time avoiding making him climax outright. And while she did, she’d be sure to pull back on his leg, not giving Koji’s leg a break while she jerked him off.