She grabbed my hand and directed me into the room. I followed her in, my dick still sensitive and rubbing against my pants. “Strip” she said, turning to leave the room. I got naked, quickly, and walked over to set on the edge of the bed. She returned with a chilled bottle of champagne. I was completely naked with my rock-hard cock waiting for her. “Down” she said, pointing towards the floor. I got down on my hands and knees, waiting for her next move. She popped the cork on the champagne, letting the cold fizz pour all over my back. The cold fluid dipped down my back and stomach, giving me chills and shrinking my penis. She leaned down and licked long up my back. “Mm” she said, walking around in front of me. “Up” she commanded, putting her heel on my shoulder and pushing me back. I sat back, her heel still on my shoulder. She stood above me and poured the champagne on my face. “Open” she said, pouring it in my mouth. It splashed all over me. It was drowning my face and chest, pouring down my stomach and dripping over my cock. She kept pouring as I coughed it down. She stopped, allowing me to catch my breath and clean my face up. She walked around me, circling me, thinking about what to do with me next. “Bed” she said, pushing me with her foot. I stood up and scrambled over to the bed. I was wet and sticky with champagne and my dick couldn’t be more excited. “Lay down” she said, pushing me onto the bed. She walked over to the bedside and light a candle. She walked over to me and started to rub on my cock. She grabbed a clip out of the drawer beside the bed. I wondered if she was going to clip my balls again. I stiffened, ready for the pain. This clip was small thought. She reached up and clamped it on one of my nipples. It was a little painful, but she enjoyed it, so I obliged. She ran her long fingernails in circles around my chest and stomach. She scraped them through my chest hair and flicked the clip on my nipple. It sent a sharp sensation of pain through my chest. “Ah” I cried out, looking at her. “Shh” she leaned forward and whispered in my ear. She reached behind her and grabbed the candle that she had just lit. She blew it out and held it over me. She circled it around me a few times, swishing the hot wax around in the glass. She tipped it and allowed a few drops to land on my chest. She moved it over to my nipple and dropped some on it. She smiled, biting her sexy, plump lip and watched my face. Her eyes flickered with excitement at my possible pain. My nipple was on fire from the clamp and hot wax. She went over and dripped it on my stomach, low, leading to my cock. I shivered under her, waiting for her to make her move. She stopped, right above my pubic hair and sat the candle down on the table.
At the end of the bed was a trunk that she walked over too. She opened it slowly and grabbed the black pussy from the first visit. She walked over to me and took some of the oil from the first visit, too. She poured the oil in the pocket pussy and walked up to me. She used a single finger to press the oil into the pussy. She pushed it down on me, twisting and turning it. She covered my hard cock with the sweet-smelling oil. She reached over and unclipped the clamp on my nipple. The hot wax had dried now, and it was slightly pulling the hairs on my chest. I focused hard on the pocket pussy sliding up and down on me. She went at a continuous pace, not giving in or slowing down. She went faster, making the wet silicone slide up and down my cock quicker and quicker. I started to build low in my balls, getting ready to cum for her. She pulled it to the tip of my dick and held it, turning it. It was such a tease. It circled around the head of my cock, waiting to slide down and drink all of my cum. “Oh” I moaned, almost cumming. She pulled it off and smacked my chest. “Get up” she said. I stood up and she put a collar and leash on me that she had ready, apparently, at the side of the bed. My cock was throbbing as I just wanted to cum. My balls were filled with pressure. “Down” she said, walking around me. I got onto my hands and knees. She pulled me to the other side of the room, making me crawl with my hard dick swinging underneath me. Once she got to the wall, she turned and walked me back to the bed. She had relit the candle and blew it out, this time pouring it on me quickly. It dripped down my back, burning and pulling my hair. I cried out with pain. It stung into my back. She smiled, looking over at me. “Oh, do you not like that? Shut up” she said, pushing my head down with her hand. She sat the candle back on the dresser and squatted beside me. She filled the pocket pussy with more oil and reached under me, stroking my dick with some of the oil. It got hard within seconds, waking every single blood vessel in my entire body. She shoved my cock in it and started milking me from underneath. “You’re worthless” she said, picking up the pace. “You just want to cum, don’t you” she said, going faster. She was jerking me hard up and down, making my stomach quiver. Her tits were bouncing in her leather vest. “Just fucking cum already, you animal” she said, squeezing her hand around the pocket pussy and pulling my dick up and down. She milked the cock from me. “Cum for me” she said, going as fast as she could. I poured my cum out into the floor. My sticky white fluid shot out of me at a fast rate, shooting into the floor and onto my legs through the end of the pocket pussy. It was dripping and spilling over the black pocket pussy, decorating it with me semen.
My back shivered as she pulled the last bits of cum from my limp dick. She gripped my side hard with her teeth and started jacking me off hard and fast. My limp dick was being pulled hard in the black pocket pussy. I groaned and moaned, trying to move away from her. It was hurting my dick and stomach. She reached behind and grabbed my ass hard, holding me still. “You’ll take it until I’m done” she said, biting my back again. It sent strong tingles through my cock, making it feel like another orgasm. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, slowing her force on my cock. She finally slowed to a stop and jerked it off of me. I sat back on the floor, panting and trying to recover from her abuse. “Fuck” I said, looking at her. “Have a great day, Mr. Matthews” she said, clicking her heels and turning to walk out the door.
CHEERLEADER AND PROFESSOR
Chapter One – The library
It was a sunny day. One of the first sunny days we had had in a week or two. It was finally spring, so the rain had come full force. Everyone was just as restless because it was almost the end of the semester. We had finals in about a month and everyone was starting to get ready. Carly, Ronnie, and I were setting on a soft blanket in the hall. It wasn’t really a hall. The way the four dorms were parallel to face each other, we called the common space the hall. We were all sophomores and ready for junior year. We had just left class and were catching a quick tan before cheer practice tonight.
I pulled off my shirt so that my shoulders could get darker. My white sports bra glowed in the sun. It made me look even darker. Carly was wearing a tank top and Ronnie had her bra on, lacey and open showing her big breasts. She had the biggest breasts of the three of us. I was jealous. I propped back onto my elbows and looked up to the sun, closing my eyes and relaxing. “What’s you guys’ summer plans” Carly asked. “Pass Spanish” Ronnie said with a snort. “What?! I though Dr. Habner was going to pass you” I asked. “That was until I failed my last test. I can’t speak Spanish. It’s too hard” she replied. “I failed the oral portion. I’m hoping to score better on the final. But we will see”. “Well I’m working with a gymnast this summer” I say, pulling my ponytail down and letting it flow across my back. “I wanna be better than Gracie so I can take captain from that bitch”. “Sexy” Carly replied towards my anger. We all laughed.
We split up and headed to our dorms. It was almost time for practice, and we had to get our gym bags. Walking to my dorm, my phone pings from an email.
Ms. Waterbury,
Come by and see me after class tomorrow.
Dr. Keaton
My stomach dropped. Did I fail my paper? What did he need from me? Why didn’t he say anything else? My literature professor was going to fail me. This made me nervous because I wanted to keep all my good grades. I was a straight A student. Hell, I had to be to keep my scholarship. I take a deep breath. I need to focus on that later. Cheer practice now.
Carly and Ronnie are standing in the circle of girls, talking amongst themselves. I drop my bag at the end of the mat and walk over to them. “What’s up bitches” I say, setting down to put on my tennis shoes. Carly comes and stands over me. “Hey slut, why are you late” she asks. “Let’s go girls” we hear coach scream as she walks in the room. “Tell ya later” I say, hopping up to take my place at the end of the mat. It was Thursday, so that meant drill day. Ugh. Drill day was always hard. “Get started” Coach Tay yelled. We started running in place. We had to drop down, push up, jump, then go back to running in place. “Down” she commanded. We all went down, back up, jumped, then kept running. “Again” she said. We obliged. This took place for forever, it felt like. Girls were throwing their shirts off because they were so hot. All of our breasts were slammed against the ground, then popped up when we jumped. Sweat rolled down my chests and in between my breasts. My red face and chest reflected how hot I was.