Thread: Cheerleader! (Jack Stalker and caliente)

Spencer somehow had expected another dressing down of sorts. Maybe a confirmation that yes - she absolutely was at his mercy, and that she better be prepared to pay and so on. What she got instead was a kiss. One that made her gasp, a kiss that made her legs weaken and left her mouth tingling from the sensation and her lips swollen from the intensity. He was so... hungry, his tongue invading her mouth practically a continuation from the invasion her mouth had suffered earlier. Spencer felt her heart beat rapidly inside her chest. Ok. She breathed heavily, her nipples suddenly straining against her top. Ok. She tried to keep her brains together. Ok! This still felt - very - wrong to the blonde cheerleader - but she was over trying to deny that it turned her on. This was Coach Wiseman. The untouchable. The unbearably strict. His iron fist had helped both the cheering squad as well as the football team climb the ladder of success. It seemed impossible that this man was kissing her - Spencer Brooks - as if there was no tomorrow and she was the only girl he had ever desired! Spencer couldn't help but feel flattered. Flattered, and proud, and aroused. And still a bit frightened. He had given her a small glimpse on what he was capable of doing to her young, nubile body and she was not entirely sure if she was made to suffer what he might have in store for her. Brooks gasped when he ripped the panties off of her body. Casually. Her eyes widening when he casually stored them in his pocket. She listened to his instructions and nodded. Slowly. Her eyes fixing to the massive length of his cock, the angrily swollen head, the glistening precum that was coating his veiny shaft. The petite blonde moved to the chair and took up the pompons, crossing the room back to his door, when he told her about Jimmy. She stopped dead in her tracks, but then she simply nodded her head. It was better this way. He always was more... the cherry on top. Nothing I really needed she replied, looking into the Coach's eyes for a moment. A slow smile formed on her face. She started the routine with her back to him, one arm raised, the other at hip level. Oh, Spencer definitely knew how to cheer, and it wasn't her first audition either. Just that this time she chose to align -all- moves that were considered dirty. One or two dirty moves were ok for a routine. They were expected. For competitions you -never- chose more. Judges pretended to judge athelticism, acrobatis and dancing skills.... but Spencer was quite sure Coach Wiseman might have different standard's judging her perfomance. She added one or two acrobatic jumps, and ended the routine with her standing on tip toes, her right leg resting on the back of his chair. Fluently she hooked her toes into the gap in the wood, her right hand gripping the side of the chair, and she lifted her left arm and left leg off the ground, gracefully curling her left leg around his waist. Her arm was shaking from the effort, but... Spencer -was- fit. She ended the routine sitting on his lap, as he had ordered, her right leg still over his shoulder, her left curled around him. She was gasping by now, panting both from the effort of dancing the routine as well as the excitement of being THIS fucking close to him. Suddenly the intense throb was back. Her entire body seemed on fire just by being in his presence, her tight little snatch starting to weep hot tears of desire for his enormous cock. Spencer stared at him. Her face flushed. She was embarassed because she was so obviously turned on. And wondered if her chant had been too daring maybe I am sexy, I am hot, HE can have me boys can not! He can have me from A to C, mouth and ass and my pussy! Yeah. Now that she was thinking about it she felt... mhm. No. It -had- been too daring. Oh GODS! What had she been thinking? Spencer definitely was the queen of overthinking. Especially right at this moment it seemed.