Robert Vickers - Chained cheerleader

"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.

Debbie had to get herself together. She tried to brush out some of the dirt from her hair, but failed. Crying bitterly, she made her way to the locker room. Never had she felt so used, so humiliated. The only consolation was the fact that Bradford hadn't done all this to her in full sight of the team. She didn't know if she could bear the thought of anyone witnessing such utter degradation.

Forced to suck off the general manager! She shivered in reaction to the thought. She wanted this job, she wanted this job BAD but not if she had to put up with shit like this. There were limits. She could get her big break in other places.

She wiped some of the tears from her cheeks and then stopped. What did it matter if they stained her face or not? She would leave the big salty tracks behind. She would wear them as a badge, a symbol of her degradation. She opened her locker and saw her clothing inside. For a moment, she flashed on the prospect of everything being okay after all. The locker room was quiet, even serene. It seemed something out of a nightmare, what had occurred to her out on the playing field.

"Hey, kid," said Sherry, coming in from the shower, "what's wrong? You look a mess."

Debbie made a motion to cover up the drying white jizz in her hair. The dust and grass still matted it firmly to her head so that she didn't have much to worry about in that respect. The other girl would be hard pressed to identify the cum.