Nicole becomes a Submissive Cheerleader · Part 1 (1/2)
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You can hear me rummaging in the closet, doing who knows what, when you hear me call out to you, "John, come here and see what I found!" You come into the bedroom and find me sitting on the floor of the closet in front of the hope chest, digging through its contents. "Look!" I say as I hold up my high school cheerleader outfit. "Remember when I used to wear this? I wonder if it still fits."
"Oh yes, honey, I remember you in THAT! God, how I wanted to fuck you then, but you were always with that football player, what's his name, Jack or Jock."
"His name was Jake, and you were always off with Cheryl anyway. I wanted you then too, only you never seemed interested. God! I used to watch you sitting there in the bleachers, hoping you would look at me and catch a glimpse of my panties as I jumped up and down doing my cheers. My panties were always wet at those games, from wanting you so much and wishing you would notice me. I would have done anything to get you away from Cheryl and have you then!"
"Anything? How could I have been so blind in those days not to notice? I always thought you were there for Jake tho."
"And I always thought you were there for Cheryl! Gosh, we lost a lot of time, even tho we found each other in college. You never did get to fuck your cheerleader tho. Do you still want your cheerleader, honey? I CAN be your cheerleader if you like. If I will please you, I'll be your cheerleader. I'll do anything to please you!"
You feel a tightening in your groin as a thought passes through your mind, and you say, "Yes I could have my cheerleader, only now I'm 39." You look at me questioningly, "I can have my very own high school cheerleader? Put in on!"
"Wait," I say. "I have an idea, it's Friday night, and I think there's a game tonite at the high school. Wait in the living room, hon, I'll be out in a minute."
You pace restlessly in the living room, wondering what I have in mind, as your cock starts to harden with anticipation.
I walk into the room. My hair is tied up in a pony tail and I'm wearing my winter coat, all buttoned up. I look so young with my hair like that — just like a teenager — and you again feel that tightening in your groin. I take your hand, saying, "Let's go to the game, hon! It's been so long since we've seen our school play. It will be fun, and I have a surprise for you. Indulge me and I'll be anything you want, and do anything you want when we get home. Let's go."
We arrive at the game at half time, and find seats alone at the top of the bleachers. The game is outside and it's cold, so I snuggle against you. My hand clasps your thigh and accidently brushes briefly over your cock, which I can tell is hard as it presses against the cloth of your jeans. "Do you want me, John," I whisper in your ear. "Do you want to fuck your hot, teenage cheerleader?"
You glance at me quickly and look over my coat, "Honey, you didn't?!" Your hand slowly moves up my bare thigh until you can feel the cloth of my skirt, and moving higher, until you can feel the heat and wetness as you brush your fingers across the silkiness of my panties. You gasp and breathlessly utter, "You did! You wore the cheerleader outfit, and you want me!!"
"Yes, I do Mr. Robinson. Tonight I'm YOUR cheerleader. I'm here only for your pleasure and to do with as you please. If you want to fuck me, I'm yours. If you want to take me home with you and tie me up and tease me with your cock until I beg you to fuck me, you may do so. I just know I want you, and I'll do anything to have you. I'll submit to you completely, only please," I gasp, "take me home NOW!"
You look into my eyes, with unconcealed desire. "Go to the car, Nicole, and wait for me there. Take off your coat when you get in the car and wait for me. And while you are waiting, I want you to finger yourself. Make yourself hot for me. When I get to the car, I want you to pretend to be my teenage cheerleader. I want you to act like a slut and beg to be my whore, and beg me to fuck you, using words you know I want to hear. This will please me, and you must do what I ask. Go NOW!"
I walk quickly to the car, feeling the cool night breeze work its way up my coat and brush against my panties which are drenched from my longing and need. I toss my coat into the back seat and then work my fingers past the restriction of my panties and begin fingering myself. I stop as I hear the car door open, and pull down my cheerleader skirt. My actions have not been missed by you, as you slide behind the driver's seat.
"What are you doing in my car, Nicole? Shouldn't you be back at the game with the other girls, cheering for your team?"
"Oh, Mr. Robinson, the game is almost over, and I saw you leaving. I wanted to wait in your car for you and surprise you."
"What were you doing with yourself, Nicole? Were you fingering yourself?"
"Mr. Robinson, you must know I want you. I want you to fuck me. I'm so hot for you I couldn't help myself. Even if you don't want me, the thought of touching myself in YOUR car makes me go crazy."
"Look," I plead, as I lift my skirt and open my legs, pulling aside my soaked panties. "My cunt is wet and hot and I want to feel your cock deep inside me, fucking me. I'll do anything. Tonight I'm yours."
"Anything, Nicole? Do you realize what you promise me!"
"Yes, I said anything. I only know I want and need you to fuck me. I'll surrender to any demand you place upon me. I submit to your every wish."
"Show me," you say. "Show me you want me. Act like my slut. Show me that you are my slut and my whore!"
I anxiously reach for your belt and your zipper, frantically loosening them until I can grasp your cock in my hands. I bend over your lap and take the entire length of your cock deep within my mouth, licking and sucking, willing your cum to fill me. My movement has caused my skirt to lift, and you can see the silkiness of my white panties shining in the moonlight, barely covering me.
"Nicole," you say, as you lift my head from your cock and look into my eyes. "Enough for now, my private whore." Your lips touch mine and your tongue probes deep within my mouth as you kiss me with a fierce passion. You again look deeply into my eyes, watching for my surrender, as you question, "Anything, Nicole? Even if you find it distasteful to you?"
"Anything, Mr. Robinson. I am your slut, your whore, for the taking. My cunt belongs to you. I am here only to pleasure you in any way, any place, any manner you see fit."
"Does everything belong to me, Nicole? Everything?"
A puzzled look crosses over my face. "Everything, Mr. Robinson? What else do you want."
"Dear sweet child. You have offered me your body for my pleasure. Your cunt is mine as you say, and I will take that! But if I need other pleasures, will you give me those? If I decide I want to buttfuck you, is that mine as well? You must know all the rules of the game, my babywhore, if we are to play it properly. Tell me, Nicole."
"Yes, Mr. Robinson. Everything I have is yours."
"Say it, Nicole. Say the word. It will give me pleasure to hear it."
"Yes, Mr. Robinson. Everything I have is yours, for your pleasure alone. I am here to serve you with my body in any manner you desire. If you want to buttfuck me, I will submit to you. I am yours completely and totally!"
"Okay, my sweet whore. I'll take you home and you will get what you want and need eventually, AFTER you serve my needs. Just remember, I am the master and you are my slave. You must do anything I ask, without question, without hesitation, and you will be rewarded as you deserve. Daddy will take care of his little babyfuck if she is good to him."
When we arrive at the house, we walk in together, and you slowly close and lock the door behind us, turning off the outside lights. "Hang up our coats, Nicole, and then join me in the living room."
I walk into the living room and sit beside you. "Oh, Nicole, my babyfuck, you are mine, all mine! Now listen carefully, Nicole. Remember, you must do everything I ask without question, or hesitation. Go into the bedroom, remove your sweater and bra, and put on the camisole I laid out on the bed. Leave on your skirt and those pretty little lacy socks, but take off those saddle shoes, and wear the high heels that are also on the bed next to the camisole. When you return, we'll share a glass of wine to relax a bit and you can model your outfit for me."
You sigh as I walk back into the room. Your cock springs to instant attention as you see me. I look so young — the pony tail, the socks and high heels, the cheerleader skirt — all create the illusion of a teenager, yet the body is that of a woman, willing and anxious to be fucked. But I look like a teenager, and it is obvious that I want to be fucked. It is a nice contrast which stirs your desires, and you are pleased.
"Babyfuck, let me see your outfit. Turn around." From your position on the floor in front of the sofa, you can nearly see up my skirt. Your eyes travel from my heels up my thighs, taking in as much of my long legs as you can see. "Come a bit closer, Nicole, and stand before me. Let me look at you." I stand directly in front of you and twirl around. My skirt swings out slightly, and you catch a quick glimpse of my white panties and the wisps of blond hair framing the silky fabric.
"Sit in that chair and drink your wine," you order, as you point out a chair directly across from you. "Relax, babyfuck, you will get what you want, AFTER you please daddy."
I sip the wine and sigh softly, wiggling in the chair until I am comfortable.
"Babyfuck! You sit so prim and proper. You are here to please daddy. Act like my whore. Let me know you want me!"
I wince and a look of discomfort crosses my face. What am I to do I wonder? I open my legs slightly and position my skirt so that you can see between my legs.
"Open them wider, Nicole. So I can see your precious, dripping cunt. Entice me with your cunt. Loop your heels around the legs of the chair and lift you skirt a bit higher."
I do as I am instructed.
"Yes, babyfuck, that is perfect. I can see your anxious cunt now, beckoning to me. Drink your wine, baby."
I drink my wine, watching you as your eyes pour over my body, your gaze touching my breasts as you look over the thin cloth covering me. And I feel a twinge between my legs as your eyes come to rest on my panties."
"You want me, don't you, my little whore? Your panties are wet with the evidence of your longing. Tell me what you want!"
"I want you to fuck me."
"You have to earn it first, my precious. Tell me, what are you?"
"I'm your teenage cheerleader."
"Yes, my little cheerleader. My willing, hot, teenage cheerleader. What else are you?"
"I'm your whore and your slut."
"And?" you query further.
"I'm your babywhore and your babyfuck."
"Yes, my own babywhore and babyfuck. Good girl! You please Daddy. Your glass is empty, sweet. Let me pour you some more wine."
You kneel next to me and pour the wine in my glass and hold it to my lips. "Drink, my precious, it will relax you." You set the glass on the table and ease your hand past the restriction of my panties and place two fingers into my opening, gently stretching it to your probing touch. "And what is this, my babyfuck?"
"It is my pussy."
"What else is it?"
"It's my hot cunt."
"WHOSE cunt, babyfuck?" as you thrust your probing fingers deeper within me.
"YOUR cunt."
"That's right, my precious babycunt. Soon I will fuck you, when *I* am ready. When I know I have your complete and total surrender to ALL my needs and desires."
Nicole becomes a Submissive Cheerleader · Part 1 (1/2)
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