Robert Vickers - Chained cheerleader

Debbie could see that he had pulled out his prick and was slowly stroking its turgid length. The purple bell-shaped glans was pulsing hotly and the entire shaft was bright red from jerking off. She backed toward the door, saying, "Will there be anything else, Mr. Bradford?" She hoped the answer would be "no", and it was.

Debbie heaved a sigh of relief when she got to the other side of the door. The feel of the wooden panel cold and secure into her back told her that it was all okay now. She had survived and she had gotten the job!

She floated out of the office, her mind soaring with delight. She hardly knew what path she followed through the densely packed offices and the deserted concrete pillars of the stadium.

Debbie stopped, her reverie broken by a sharp gasp. She cocked her ear, listening more intently. She thought at first someone was in pain. The sound came again louder. It was a moan, but not a moan of pain. It was stark pleasure. Curious, she explored the empty area behind some of the concrete posts.

There, in plain sight, was a couple locked in a passionate embrace. From their position, she could see instantly why the woman was moaning so loudly. A cock the size of a telephone pole rammed repeatedly into her tiny cunt. The woman had her legs in the air, wrapped around the powerful man's waist. This wasn't any casual rape. The woman was enjoying the hell out of this public fucking.

"Oh, Ben, Ben! Do it harder! Fuck me with that swollen cock of yours till I can't take it any more! Fuck meeeeee!"

Her body writhed, her hips jerked and hunched up to meet the inward thrusts of the mighty prick. Debbie was unsure what she should do. She had just escaped from a blatantly sexual situation in the general manager's office. If she had asked Mr. Bradford if he wanted, a piece of ass, she knew what his answer would have been.

He'd have screwed her for the next twenty four hours.

But to come out and see this startled her. She wasn't from any sheltered home but to see two people fucking in the open took her entirely by surprise. Debbie wanted to turn and leave them alone to screw their brains out, but something stopped her. The sight of a man and woman fucking turned her on. She had been getting both scared and hot while she had been with Mr. Bradford. Now there was nothing but total arousal stirring within her.

She felt her pussy begin to froth and churn with desire. How she wished it were her cunt spread wide open for that hard driving, virile cock! She sobbed softly at the sight of the powerful thrusts, the hairy ass tightening and spearing the prick directly into the softly yielding cunt.

The squishing noises told how hard the fucking was. Debbie knew that the friction in the other girl's cunt must be unbearable. The heat would be seeping into her belly and feeling like a puddle of melted lead. It would spread slowly, burning as it went on until the entire body was one giant, quivering, raw nerve ending capable of giving only one sensual pleasure.

"Ben, I need more! Fuck me harder! God, Ben, you're such a fucker. So huge. You fill me up and almost tear me apart. God, oh God, God!"

The man fucked with smoother strokes and more power, driving deeper and deeper with each stroke. Debbie couldn't stand it any more. She knelt down so that the gaping pussy and the cock splitting the pussy lips wide open were at her eye level. She could see every lurid detail.

The cunt lips were folding deep into the pussy as the prick raced up into the superheated fuck tunnel. Frothy cunt oils boiled out as the powerful piston of cockflesh retreated. The huge shaft of manmeat gleamed silver with cunt juice.

Debbie reached down and hiked up her skirt to stroke her slender fingers across her panty clad crotch. She hadn't bothered putting on her pantyhose. The idea of having Mr. Bradford watch that tedious procedure bad frightened her a little more than she had cared to admit. But she had put on her panties. Now her fingers worked under the edge of those pink bikini briefs and found hot cunt lips.

She immediately thrust one of her fingers all the way into her pussy. The feel of that finger wiggling around inside her cunt drove her out of her mind. She was no virgin; she had fooled around a little but not too much. That was something special to do with someone she cared for. Now she was almost sorry she hadn't fucked every stud that had come along. The sight of the dark-haired chick and the mountain of muscle fucking her turned her on and awoke hidden desires in her belly.

"More, Ben darling, fuck me moooore!" the woman sobbed. Her head was rocking from side to side, a dark cascade of hair flying all around until it appeared to be a raven colored halo. The mask of grim pleasure on her face told of her intense arousal. She was on the brink of coming.

Debbie finger fucked herself even faster. She tried to do it with the same rhythm that Ben was fucking the other girl. That way, she could almost imagine herself to be the one on the receiving end of that mighty battering ram of cock. She sobbed and moaned herself as she began to diddle her own clit. Her clit popped up and demanded all the attention she could give it.

She gave it all she could take.

Debbie came a few seconds before the woman getting fucked. But her come wasn't anything as intense; she could tell from the way the other woman's body tensed and then shook like a leaf in a high wind. The ecstasy running amok in that trim body wasn't felt by every woman. It was reserved for only the most passionate and the ones who had been expertly fucked.

"God in heaven, Sherry," the man said, panting harshly. "It feels like your cunt's going to mash my pecker flat. I never felt a chick whose cunt could squeeze down on me like that. It… it's great!"

"Oh, shut up, fucker, and fuck me! I need more of this sweet flicking cock of yours. Don't talk! Aahh! I-I want it all and I want it now!"

"So you want more, huh? Okay, you sex hungry bitch. I'm going to fuck you so hard it'll split you all the way to the chin!"

The man reached out a huge fist and grabbed the girl's slender wrists. He easily held both her hands in the circle of his one. Pushing till she was completely stretched out, her hands pinned high above her head, he began fucking so fast that Debbie saw only a blur of hairy ass.

The woman getting the cock stuffed all the way up her cunt screamed. Debbie couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure. But from the way the girl's legs began to make butterfly motions, up and down on either side of the man's huge body, she guessed it was pleasure. She knew that as her knees went wide on either side, the woman's pussy would contract. As the man pulled out of her tight cunt, the girl's legs up and rubbed along the sides of his body.

Debbie could hardly stand it. She wanted to race over and shove the man off his perch to get to his prick herself. The girl had never felt like this before. But then she had never been walking along a deserted stadium and seen two people fucking their brains out like this, either. It was something new and startling to her.

Her finger worked back and forth in her tight pussy until her entire hand was soaked with her thick lubricants. She added another finger to try and fool herself into thinking it was a cock fucking deeply into her soft pussy. This sent electric tremors up and down her spine, but it didn't give her the same feeling that being plugged full of hot, meaty prick would.

How she envied the girl just a few feet away! She was getting all the prick any human could possibly want and she was still begging for more! Debbie knew that the dark haired girl couldn't possibly be aware of what she was saying. The joy of the fucking had already robbed her of her powers of thought. She was babbling incoherently. And loving every single inch of that hard fucking prick surging into her tight, hot clit.