Thread: Cheerleader! (Jack Stalker and caliente)

Coach Wiseman dragged his cock out of her mouth. Seeing as how she would need to clean up anyway, he didn't even try to hold back his continuing ejaculation, holding his cock with one hand whilst it spewed out hot strings of thick cum to splatter across her cheeks, chin and even spurt into her hair as he finally grit his teeth for one last jolting and jerking spasm of his cock. His shuddering body tightened, muscles tense, flesh straining as his cock disgorged the contents of his balls across her face without a shred of concern or mercy, his eyes drinking in the delicious sight of his cum staining her flesh and marking her face and lips with its boiling globules of white ejaculate. God damn, fuck! he gasped finally, releasing her hair he looked down at her with an approving gaze as he jammed his cock back into his jeans and straightened himself up a little. You better go get yourself cleaned up. You still need to participate in the last routine. You might want to spread it around that you're being punished as well, with extra duties. Helping to clean up and sort through the store room. he smirked. He picked up the phone, calling the dialled number. Hello. Mrs Brooke? Ah, yes, this is coach Wiseman. I'm happy to say that Spencer has been selected for the opportunity to apply for head cheerleader. As such she's volunteered to stay back and go through some strategy discussion regarding routines and recruitment as well. he paused, listening to the woman on the other end. That's right, it is a prestigious position, especially regarding her future. Head cheerleader is always a plus on a girls C.V, although I'm sure that she's not worrying about that right now, I am pretty confident that she's just having fun. he replied, looking down at her cum stained appearance. His cock was still semi hard and if he had enough time he would have been fucking her by now, showing her what a mans cock could do to her tight young cunt. Yes, I'm sure that she'll find time to give you the good news herself, I'll make sure that she doesn't stay too late and I'll get her home, myself if I have to. he finished. A cocky confident grin on his face as he reached down, scooped up some cum on his fingers and drove them between Spencers lips, feeding his sperm across her tongue as he spoke to her oblivious mother. A woman who was completely unaware of what had happened to her innocent looking slut of a daughter. Well, now that we know what you want, and that you're prepared to do what it takes to achieve it, we can have plenty of fun, can't we Spencer. he told her, grabbing her by the throat he lifted her up onto her feet, then moved his hands to her shoulders, lining her up. Get cleaned up and get out on the field, like I said. I'll be watching you. I expect to see a hot sexy and precise performance from you, one worthy of a cock teasing little whore on the squad. You don't normally disappoint anyway, but today you know what's going to happen to you when I get you alone next. That should give you some extra incentive to get things right, shouldn't it? he explained with a smirk. Rest assured Spencer, I'm going to fuck you this evening, after practice, it just remains to be seen where and how that happens. You want that, don't you? You want to fuck me in order to get head cheerleader, don't you Spencer? he asked, moving away to the storeroom door he paused to look her up and down, eyes lingering on her legs, her red knees from kneeling, her cum splattered face and mascara streaked cheeks, spunk and make up soiling her features as he gave a appraising and then appreciative nod towards her current look. He lifted up his phone, snapping a few pictures of her. Just a little keepsake for the future. Just in case. You know. he grinned mercilessly. When you're clean and the routine is finished, meet me in my office, well talk more about your future. he told her. Make sure you put on a good show.