Debbie waited until the raven haired Sherry came out from behind the concrete post. The urgings deep in her belly simply wouldn't go away. She had to find out about the girl and that bull of a man who had fucked her so expertly.
"Uh, pardon me," Debbie began, then blushed furiously. She didn't have the foggiest idea how she was going to approach the questions she wanted so desperately to ask.
"Yes," said Sherry, still settling her clothing. Then she noticed that Debbie was blushing. She laughed and said, "You saw Ben and me fucking didn't you? Yeah, you sure did!"
Debbie could only nod her head. Finally, she managed to stutter, "I… I didn't mean to spy honest! But I heard the noise and I went to look and I saw you and Ben and…"
"And you saw more than you intended, huh? Don't worry about it, kid," said the older girl. "That kind of thing happens all the time around here. Hell, with big bruisers like the guys on the football team and all us sexy cheerleaders, it's got to happen. But look, do me a favor and don't mention it. Were not supposed to fraternize with the players on the team as the expression goes."
"Fraternize? It looked like you were…" Debbie stopped in mid-sentence and blushed again.
"Hey, you are a shy one, aren't you? Yeah, Ben and I have been fucking each other all season. Course, this is only the second game, but what with all the pre-season stuff, it's been pretty good." She unconsciously began to run her long fingers over her snatch, remembering the long cock and the hard fucking.
"I'm on the cheerleaders' squad, too," said Debbie. "I was just hired. In fact, I just came out of Mr. Bradford's office when I saw you and Ben. But don't worry; I won't say a word."
Sherry studied the new cheerleader and shook her head. "You're only about eighteen, aren't you?"
"Yeah," Debbie said defensively, "but what's that got to do with anything."
"Take some advice from an old timer. Don't get mixed up with Bradford. That motherfucker is bad news."
"Old timer? You're not more than twenty-one."
"Twenty. But the two year difference might as well be a century. Round here, you learn quick. Like who to put out for and who to avoid. Bradford's on the no no list."
"He seemed like a nice enough guy."
"The hell you say! But let old Sherry clue you in. On our way to the locker room, of course. We've got practice in about twenty minutes." The dark haired girl put her arm around Debbie's shoulders and guided her down the deserted corridors. Debbie felt a warmth for this open girl, more so than she had for Bradford. But still, Sherry just might have something against the man. He had seemed to be an all right sort.
"And in here," Sherry said, "are our luxurious, posh, and otherwise scummy quarters." She made a sweeping gesture with her arm, meant to encompass the entire locker room.
It stunk. As she made a face, Debbie held back the desire to sneeze. The room was dusty and hadn't been cleaned in a month of Sundays. Still, those cold, harsh metal lockers and the few lovely girls milling around in various stages of undress pulled her like a magnet pulls iron. This was the big time. She would be out in front of nationwide cameras. Soon showing her stuff and she would have the chance to be discovered. Maybe she wouldn't even work as a high fashion model she might jump all the way up into the film world. Or television. To have her very own series on television!
And all from a humble start as a cheerleader for a second rate football team. It could happen this was America, the land of opportunity.
"Where's my locker?" she asked. "I'd better get dressed…"
"So eager," said Sherry, shaking her head. "You'll learn."
"If I can find somebody like Ben, I'm sure I'll learn a lot," she laughed. "But I need a costume, too. Where do I get it?"
"Check with the equipment manager," said Sherry, pointing. "And get a move on. Bradford likes to come through. You should have your entire costume on before then."
Debbie hardly heard the other girl warning. She was in a trance, enthralled with the idea of hitting it big like this. Cheerleader today, movie star tomorrow. It was possible. And it would happen; she just knew it.
She took the skimpy costume from the bored man behind the grate and moved to find herself an empty locker. She was a little uneasy again about stripping and putting the tiny costume on, but this time it wasn't so bad. There were only the other cheerleaders around other girls. Debbie had to suck in her breath when she saw so much naked flesh.
And beautiful naked flesh at that. She had assumed that she would be the standout on the team. She was lovely and she knew it. But these girls at least equaled her firm tits and flaring ass and tapering legs. They moved with easy grace. No trace of sag marred any of their bouncing, jostling boobs. And none of them seemed the least bit self-conscious about wandering around naked.
Debbie found herself staring. She couldn't help it. She watched the clean, white flash of legs moving swiftly, lithely. Pussies came and went, securely positioned in the slingshot like pouches of their g-strings. Tits were mashed down flat and held in while the tiny vests were fastened. Knee high boot finished the picture.
Debbie realized she would be late for practice if she dawdled any more. She looked around one last time to see if anyone was watching her. No one paid her the slightest bit of attention. She was only one more naked girl in a sea of absolutely sexy women.
She wiggled into the g-string, marveling at the way it molded itself to her cunt lips. She tried tucking in her pussy fur and found that no matter how much she tried, it always stuck out at the top of the g-string. She sighed. She would have to shave off some of her lovely blonde pussy fleece. The singular triangular piece in back of her fitted firmly into the crack of her ass. With every movement it grated against her skin.
But it wasn't uncomfortable. If anything, the feel of it moving slowly over her naked flesh turned her on. She knew it had to be the tightness of the g-string. It pressed into her sex slit and on to her clitoris. The blonde just hoped that she wouldn't embarrass herself when she got in front of people. She had the horrible vision of actually coming, due to the feel of her costume.
She sighed and hung her blouse up in the tiny locker. The vest was something else. Tight, almost too tight, she was wiggling into it when she heard harsh breathing behind her. Startled she sees Mr. Bradford standing and watching her every movement.
"Mr. Bradford!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"Trying to hurry you up, you dumb bitch. The others are already on the field. Get that ass of yours in gear or I'll whip it all the way out onto the sidelines."
His words were harsh but the way his eyes moved over her body was obscene. She felt as if her entire body were naked to his lustful gaze. "Whoa what about my boots?" she stammered, trying to cover her confusion.
"Later. Just get a pair of tennis shoes from equipment."
"Mr. Bradford," she said firmly, "get the hell out of here while I dress. You're not supposed to be in here."
"The hell, I'm not. Remember, I'm the general manager. Besides that, you, women types fought to get women reporters into the team locker room. That cuts both ways, bitch. If women can get in and get a cheap thrill seeing naked. Jocks, then there's nothing wrong with a man going into a women's locker room. That's the law. Now shake that ass!"
Debbie was stunned. What he said was true, but she had never thought that particular ruling would ever affect her. She wasn't a reporter and had no desire to go see a bunch of sweaty men after a football game. And yet it didn't seem right that Mr. Bradford could come in here and watch her dress, feeling definitely uncomfortable in the costume, grabbed a pair of tennis shoes and hurried out onto the field. The team was going through their calisthenics, and the cheerleaders were groped at one side of the field. Debbie ran over and joined them.
"Did Bradford give you any shit?" asked Sherry, moving up beside Debbie.
The blonde could only shake her head. She was of breath from running and didn't quite trust her voice.
Debbie had thought she would be the beauty of the team of cheerleaders. She was stunned at the sight of so many lovely girls. Not a one wouldn't have turned heads twice on the street. And dressed in such tiny costumes, she wondered if my male in the stadium ever watched the game while the girls we out cheering.
"Good," said Sherry. "And if you run into any trouble with him, just let me know. Okay?"
Debbie didn't have a chance to answer. They formed up lines and began to go through their drills. The practice session was tiring, but she ended up feeling happy about it. Even aroused. The motion of the soft inner lining of the vest across her nipples thrilled her. Every leap made it stroke and caress her tits. The motion of her legs scissoring back and forth, spreading wide with jumps and splits made the tiny g-string rub into her moist flesh. Her pussy lips were actually hard with lust, and she felt the beginnings of dampness welling up inside her.
She was hornier than hell after the workout… She tried to keep her mind off the players on the field. She wondered if they felt the same way after they finished. Somehow, seeing the way they smashed into each other, she doubted it. They were probably bone tired and not wanting anything except going to bed to sleep.
The girl felt a hand on her almost naked ass. Surprised, she turned and saw Bradford standing behind her. As her eyes opened in amazement that he would try such a thing in public, he squeezed down hard on her asscheeks. She squealed in surprise.
"Quiet," he said. "This is going to be little session just between you and me."
"Mr. Bradford, get that damned hand of yours off my butt!"
He smiled, and it was an evil smile. He shook his head as he said, "You don't understand the arrangements here, do you? I hire, I fire. And I fire with malice. Nobody gets a job anywhere if I get nasty about it. You wouldn't want me to do that, would you?"
His hand stroked the smooth flesh of her butt. Fingers probed under the thin band of her g-string and sought the humid crease of her ass. His finger aroused her more than she cared to admit. She was horny from the practice session, with its sexy movements and blatant cheers. But with him? No! "Leave me alone!"
"Suck my cock or you'll be out on the street in five minutes!" he snapped.
The words took her completely by storm. Her emotions rampaging inside her almost drowned her. She didn't have the slightest idea what she should do. She didn't like the man not in the least but he was her boss. And he could fire her. She wanted the job more than she had wanted anything in the entire world. To lose it now would be terrible!
But sucking his cock might be even worse. It would invite him to take future liberties with her.
Her horniness finally won out, that and the desire to continue. She would be discovered, and then she could leave this lousy place. She'd show Mr. Bradford then!
"On your knees," he ordered, seeing the look of submission enter her eyes. He shoved her down until her face was even with his crotch. The huge bulge there told of his hard-on struggling to get free. She reached out and took hold of the zipper, her hands shaking slight.
"Suck, dammit, suck! Now!" He reached down and grabbed a handful of hair. He pulled her face toward, his crotch.
"NO!" she flared. "Not like this. I'm not some sort of animal to be used whenever you feel like it. Fire me and be damned!"
"You're going to suck my cock," he said, his voice level ad low and more menacing than if he had shouted at her.
She glanced around, hoping to find some ally to come to her aid. Sherry, perhaps, or one of the other cheerleaders. They had all seemed like decent enough girls. But even the football team had gone into the showers. She and Bradford were alone in the stadium.
He dragged her out to the middle of the field. Her fright growing, she wondered if he would rape her. He seemed to be capable of anything. If he wanted, he could do anything at all to her and no one would see it. Nothing is quite as lonely as a stadium after a game.
"Suck my cock, dammit, cunt!"
He stood, legs spread wide. His hand kept a firm grip in the back of her hair. He pulled her head toward his groin again, making obscene thrusting motions with his hips.
She gulped hard and quickly pulled down his zipper. His cock leaped out, as eager as a racehorse at the starting gate. She tried to back off but his hand wouldn't let her. She had no choice but to try and get his rocks off as fast as she could. Maybe then he would leave her alone.
"You're a seductively beautiful bitch," he said, his voice the same deadly monotone. "I think I'm going to enjoy the feel of those soft lips sucking my cock. So do it!"
He pulled her lips to the tip of his prick. Hesitantly, she opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to lightly touch the tip of his glans. The bell shaped knob quivered with virile lust. The man was well hung and shouldn't have to resort to such brutality to get a chick to suck him off. In other circumstances, Debbie thought she might have enjoyed this.
But not now. Not with the threat of losing her job and maybe worse hanging over her like a wicked sword.
She took the end of his cock into her mouth and tried to keep from gagging on it. She sucked, slowly at first, then with mounting pressure until her cheeks went hollow under the effort. The man sighed and his hips continued to make their jabbing motions. His prick slid in and out of her lips, making her feel that she was being used.
He jerked harder at the knot of her hair and smashed his prick all the way into her mouth. She felt the rubbery tip of his glans glance off the top of her mouth before plunging down her throat. This time she did choke. She wasn't ready for this.
Besides, she was no Linda Lovelace, capable of taking any man's prick, no matter what the size. This guy's cock was too huge for the blonde girl. She began to struggle to get away, but the strong hand on the back of her head held her firmly to his crotch.
She clawed and grabbed at the back of the man, her fingers grinding into his fleshy ass. He laughed at her.
"What's wrong, bitch? Can't handle a real man's cock? I bet you're used to playing around with all those high school kids. They've all got four-inch peckers. Not a real eight incher like mine!"
She couldn't deny the length or thickness of his prick, but she wasn't able to breathe. She was dying with that cock down her throat. When a black veil of unconsciousness began to draw across her eyes, he jerked his hips back. Air flooded into her tortured lungs, making her tits rise and fall heavily.
Glancing up, she saw the man taking in every single bounce and jiggle of her boobs. He had done it for just that reason. She had actually been hot for cock when this started, but now only hatred burned inside her.
She vowed to make this man regret having fucked around with her. She sucked on his prick as hard as she could. Her tongue flashed out and licked the sensitive underside of his cock. The rough, pink organ darted around, touching all the right places. She was teasing his prick with her tongue and lips and teeth until he would have to come.
"Yeah, baby, that's more like it. You're learning. Hell, I'm a good teacher. Give a cunt a good prick to work with and she can do anything, right?"
His words angered her. She sucked harder, pulling more of his turgid length into her mouth. His cock bucked and danced lustfully against her tongue. She found her lips pressing into the hairy little sac containing, his balls. On impulse, she let her tongue flick out and lightly brush his scrotum. The hairy sac convulsed. She thought he would come then end there. He groaned and pulled her face closer to his balls. The girl began teasing them with her tongue. She could feel the lead heavy jism inside coming to a boil. His heavy nuts lurched and tumbled under her tongue lashing. The more she worked on his balls, the sooner the entire sordid cock sucking would come to an end.
"Go, baby, go! That's the way a woman should work on a man's cock. Do it right, damn you, do it good!"
He shoved his hips forward. She took his balls into her mouth, soft lips caressing the-wrinkled flesh. Gnawing gently, she knew she had supreme power over him. One strong snap of her jaws and she would castrate him. The power went away abruptly when he kicked her in the stomach. It wasn't much of a kick – more of a shove – but it sent her tumbling backwards onto her ass.
"What?" she started. Looking up, she saw his towering figure looming above her. Suddenly afraid, she tried to get away. He grabbed her and threw her to the pound at his feet.
"Suck my cock, bitch! And do it right. Any more thought about biting me and I'll kill you."
She didn't know how he had read her mind; maybe the feel of her teeth closing on his balls had done it. She didn't know. All she knew was fear; he was capable of anything. The blonde girl began to suck for all she was worth. The feel of his cock pressing hot and hard against her lips should have thrilled her. The horniness from the practice session should have been eating at her cunt and making her get him stiff enough to fuck her needy cunt. Nothing of the sort happened. Lust was replaced by horror. She could hardly believe this was happening to her.
She just wanted the job of cheerleader. Now she was in the center of a deserted stadium sucking off the manager of the team. She sobbed quietly, but she kept her lips clamped firmly around the end of his cock.
When he began face-fucking her, she almost passed out. This was too far beyond her control. He was the dominant one; he was the one in control of the situation. He could make her do anything he wanted. And he did.
She was forced to suck his cock. There was no enjoyment in his act for the blonde girl. She was his captive. Humiliated, forced to perform in the middle of the empty stadium, she sucked and licked and tongued his cock. As his face-fucking tempo mounted, she felt the friction of his cock against her lips. Normally this turned her on in a big way, but not now. She felt dirty, used, abused. She wanted to die.
She sucked harder, hoping the added suction would get him off in a hurry. She could end it then. The girl tasted the heavy male musk of his aroused, hard-fucking cock and knew it wouldn't be long. The pulsating prick jerked with new life, and then she tasted a bitter drop of pre-come. The fiery tide of his jism couldn't be far behind.
That, at least, would be good. She loved the salty, tangy taste of cum. But the man seemed to read her mind again. He knew the blonde girl would enjoy this. Just as his prick bucked and danced with the fountain of creamy cum, he shoved her flat onto the ground. He came in her face. His spewing prick blasted white hot cum into her lustrous hair. Then, when his prick went limp, he bent down and rubbed her hair into the dirt.
Without another word he stood and walked off, leaving her alone and desolate and crying.