Dominant Cheerleader v. 2.0

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The following is a re-worked and, I hope, better, version of a story I wrote a number of years back. I’ve made some changes, and lengthened the story. I prefer this extended version, and I hope you readers will find it to be a hotter story than the original. Enjoy…

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I picked up a new bestseller from the rack and had just finished reading the plot outline on the cover jacket when I looked over at the magazine racks and spotted her. Oh fuck! I couldn’t believe it was actually her! And wow, what she was wearing looked incredible.

Sorry, let me backtrack for a second here…

It was Friday evening about 6:30 and I had decided to drop by the bookstore, “Novel Idea”, near my place. It was one of those big trendy places with some couches and seating areas that also had a coffee shop attached to it. So everybody was browsing through the books and magazines as they quietly sipped away at their half-calf decaf lattes or frappe mochachinos, or whatever some of those things were called. I myself was used to a regular cup of “joe”, but then again, I guess I’m kind of old school about some things. Besides, that’s my name too, Joe.

I had been thinking about grabbing a coffee but decided to look around for a while first and that’s when I spotted her. It was Brooke, one of the cheerleaders for the pro football team in my city. I’m not going to tell you which team or which city or too many people will be bothering her once they read this story.

I’ve been a season ticket holder for about fifteen years now and she was about halfway into her second season with the team. I had fallen in love with her after seeing her for the first time at the start of last season. She was the tallest member of the team and had an amazingly voluptuous body compared to the other girls. With her long blonde wavy hair, full soft lips and chiseled Scandinavian features, she definitely had the most beautiful face of any of the cheerleaders that the team had ever had. Her most noticeable feature though was her impressively large bust. It was generously shown off in the tight low-cut top of their skimpy uniform. The outfit also showed her taut stomach as it ended high on her waist, leaving a gap below the clinging top and a tiny skirt to show off the bare midriffs of the team members. The little skirt that hung on their hips emphasized her trim waist and wide womanly hips. She had a classic hourglass figure, in spades. And her long toned legs always looked gorgeous in the knee-high boots they were required to wear.

Watching her intently at every game, I noticed that Brooke always carried herself confidently and seemed totally sure of herself in everything I’d ever seen her do. I could see that even from my regular seat nine rows above the playing field. And my binoculars spent just as much time focused on her gorgeous frame as they spent on watching the game. To me, she was the most perfect woman I had ever seen. In my eyes, she was an absolute goddess that I had watched and fantasized about for over a year now. And now here she was, standing just a few yards away from me. From the many hours I had spent watching her on the sidelines, I had recognized her immediately (not to mention the number of hours and the many loads I had jacked off at home thinking about her). She looked so fucking sexy in what she was wearing too.

She had a black purse slung over the shoulder of a little black leather jacket that was open at the front and ended at about her waist. Beneath it, she had on what looked like a tight white cashmere cardigan with a number of small buttons running all the way down the front. The top three buttons were undone and you could just see a hint of the upper swells of those tremendous mounds beneath her sweater. The sweater hugged her huge tits and the shadows cast by the white material made those beauties look absolutely enormous. The bottom of the sweater lay an inch or two over the waistband of a tight black skirt. The skirt was very short and finished high on her thighs with a little slit in the front of one leg. As she moved and her smooth creamy skin filled the opening of the slit, well, that slit skirt sure was sexy. What seemed to make it even more alluring were the high black boots she wore that came above the knee. Her creamy thighs looked beautiful as they seemed to flow from beneath that teasingly short skirt into the long black leather columns of her thigh-high boots. The boots had sharp pointy toes and high heels that had her towering over nearly all the customers in the store. I knew from her bio in the team program that she was listed as 5′-10″ and the boots easily put her well over 6′. All together, she was a gorgeous, imposing, powerful-looking woman that just seemed to ooze sex.

I noticed a number of other patrons, both male and female, eyeing her up as well while she scanned the magazine she had chosen from the rack. I figured there was no way I would have a better opportunity than this to ever meet her. Basically a shy person by nature, I managed to summon up enough courage to approach her. I kind of sidled up beside bahis firmaları her and pretended to be looking at the merchandise on the racks in front of the two of us.

“Umm, excuse me?” I asked hesitantly.

“Yes?” she said, glancing over in my direction. I thought I was going to melt right there from the low husky tone of her voice.

“You’re umm, the cheerleader, Brooke, right?”

“That’s right,” she said as she turned back to the magazine and continued flipping through it.

“I…uh, I’m a season ticket holder and I’ve seen you since you joined the team last year.”

“Is that so?” she replied nonchalantly as she continued to flip through her magazine.

“Yeah. My seat’s in the ninth row right at the 40-yard line. I think you’re the best cheerleader the team has ever had.”

She finally turned to look directly at me. Those ice-blue eyes of hers held my gaze. I felt as if I was being hypnotized as she looked at me for what seemed like an eternity before speaking. “Well, thank you for saying that, uh…?” She looked at me questioningly.

“Joe. It’s Joe.” I said as I held my hand out towards her.

“Yes, Joe.” She ignored my hand and I felt awkward as I slowly brought it back to my side. “But it’s really Joseph, right?”

“Well, yeah. But everybody calls me Joe.”

“Well, I’m not everybody. And I’m going to call you Joseph,” she said with authority. “Come on Joseph, buy me a coffee.” She set the magazine back on the rack and walked over towards the café area. I watched her succulent round ass sway deliciously beneath the short tight skirt and followed obediently until I stood beside her at the ordering counter. My excitement level was rising, along with my cock, at the opportunity to be this close to this goddess who I had worshipped from afar.

“I’ll have a tall Americano,” she said to the young man behind the counter. I watched his eyes flick repeatedly to her impressive chest as he punched her order into his computerized cash register. “He’s paying,” she said to the kid as she gestured towards me.

The kid nodded. “And for you, sir?”

“Ummmm, just a black coffee.”

“Give him a tall Americano as well,” she ordered for me.

“Uh, maybe I should make that a decaf. It’s kinda late,” I said to her softly.

“Planning on going to bed early tonight, Joseph,” she asked questioningly.

“Uh gee, I don’t know,” I stammered in reply.

“No. No decaf. Two tall Americanos,” she said as she confirmed our order with the young man. “Pay the man, Joseph. Then bring the coffees over there when they’re ready. Cream and sugar in mine.” She pointed to a couple of easy chairs sitting a short distance away in the café area and sauntered over. I reached for my wallet and paid the kid while another employee prepared our coffees. I was only too eager to treat Brooke to a coffee in order to spend some time with her.

The other kid passed me the two coffees and I got hers fixed up as she had instructed and then carried them over to where Brooke was waiting. As I approached the two easy chairs, she dropped her purse beside one and I watched as she peeled off the little leather jacket she had been wearing. Oh man! I felt my cock surge in my shorts as her arms went behind her as she drew them out of the sleeves, her chest thrusting forward. The shadows cast by those huge mounds beneath her tight white sweater were unbelievable. Those tits of hers just looked so big, so big and round and heavy. With her jacket off, you could see just the outline of her white bra beneath the tightly stretched material. That thing must have had some serious underwire reinforcement to hold those knockers up. You could even see the full firm points of her large nipples as they thrust enticingly against the clinging fabric.

“Uh, here, here’s your coffee, Brooke,” I mumbled out as I held her coffee out towards her.

“Just put it there, Joseph. And then have a seat,” she said, nodding to the little end table beside her chair and then to the empty chair opposite her. I set the cup down beside her chair as she had directed and then watched as she settled herself elegantly into the chair. She moved with the grace of a powerful jungle cat as she leaned back into the chair and crossed one long sexy leg over the other. My eyes were automatically drawn to the expanse of her soft creamy thighs as her legs moved one over the other. The slit in her skirt was on her top leg and the slit pointed enticingly to the wonderful treasures which lay higher beneath the hem of her short skirt.

“Joseph, you’re staring,” she said as she looked at me with a mischievous look in her eye and a wry smile on her face. “Have a seat.” Once again she nodded to the seat opposite her. With my face turning several shades of red, I sat down quickly, not even realizing I’d been standing there staring at her.

“So Joseph, it’s Friday night. You’re not out with your wife tonight?” she asked as I watched those beautiful full lips of hers sip at her coffee.

“Uh, no. My wife, she uh, she died about four years ago. kaçak iddaa Cancer.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Joseph,” she said with a note of genuine sympathy in her voice. After a lengthy silence that almost got awkward, she set her coffee down and zeroed her eyes in on mine. “How old are you, Joseph?” I was wondering how long it would take her to get around to asking me that.

“I’m uh, I’m 56.” Although I was 56, I was in pretty good shape. Nobody would mistake me for being in my 30’s or anything, but I still looked dignified and you could tell I took care of myself. I figured after finding out my actual age, she would finish her coffee quickly and get up and leave.

“56, eh. Good, I like that. I’m 26 myself.”

I was pleasantly surprised to see that after finding how old I was, she didn’t get up and leave, but instead, she seemed to settle down into her chair, a bewitching smile on her face as she looked at me.

“And with your wife gone, you live alone, I assume?”

“Yes, yes I do.”

“That’s good.” I’m not sure what she meant by that but my eyes were drawn hypnotically to her gorgeous legs as she uncrossed them. I quickly looked towards the dark triangle between her sumptuous thighs and then she slowly, purposefully, re-crossed them, my gaze now falling upon the creamy expanse of the outside of her thighs once again.

“You do know you’re staring, right, Joseph?”

I felt myself turning red and dropped my eyes to my cup of coffee for a second. “Sorry,” I muttered, and then decided I might as well make a confession. I looked up at her guiltily. “It’s just that I…I think you’re incredibly beautiful, and I can’t really believe I’m actually sitting her next to you.”

I saw that my words seemed to please her, but I could tell that my telling her how pretty she was wasn’t something she hadn’t heard before. That didn’t surprise me either—I was sure she heard that all the time. She looked around to make sure no one was within hearing distance and then looked back at me, a knowing smile turning up the corners of her pretty mouth. The look she had in her eyes was as if she could see right through me. It scared me and thrilled me at the same time.

“Joseph, I’m going to ask you a few questions and I want you to answer me honestly, all right?”

“Uh, okay, I guess.”

“No, not just ‘I guess’. I mean 100% honestly. If you don’t want me to get up and walk out of here right now, your answers have to be totally truthful.” She fixed me with a laser-like gaze. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, yes I do.”

“Good.” She sat back in her chair and took another sip of her coffee before continuing. “You can still get it up, right?”

What the fuck? I thought. Had I actually heard her correctly? “Pardon me?”

“Can you still get it up? Your cock. Can you still get an erection?”

I had heard her correctly, and she repeated her question, a look of dead calm on her face, as if she was asking me what the weather was going to be like tomorrow. For a second I was shocked by how blatant her question was, but composed myself and remembered her request to answer her with total honesty. I knew if I didn’t want her to get up and walk away, I had to be truthful. But with this question, I was okay with the answer I’d have to give her.

“Yes, yes I can.”

“Good. And how big is your cock?”

Her second bold question almost took my breath away, but again, this one I wasn’t afraid about answering either. “It’s about 8″ long.” Although I was only about 5′-7″ tall, I knew from way back in my locker-room days that I had a bigger cock than most guys.

“Really! That’s better than I had expected for someone of your stature.” She paused as she let the intent of her line of questioning settle over me. “How often do you jerk off?”

And there was another intrusive question, the kind of question that I hadn’t expected at all when I came into this book store just a short time ago. But once again, I knew if I lied, she’d be able to see right through me. And even though this question was shocking as well, I knew my truthful answer was likely to please her, and it was something I was proud of. But still, I felt guilty speaking openly about something so private. “At least three times a day, usually more on weekends.” I could feel myself turning red again as her stare seemed to burrow into my very soul.

“No need to be embarrassed Joseph, that’s excellent! And when you jerk off, what do you use for stimulation?”

“I, uh, I usually read adult stories on the internet or watch porn videos.”

“Is there a certain type of story or video that you like more than others?” She gave me a look that seemed to let me know that she already sensed my answer before I even had a chance to say it. I felt the color rising in my face again and this time I couldn’t look her directly in the eye as I replied.

“Umm, ones with dominant women.” There, I’d said it. At least she couldn’t say I hadn’t answered her honestly as she’d instructed.

“Good. That’s what I figured. Look at me, Joseph.” I kaçak bahis looked up into her eyes and wondered if I would find her disgusted with me. Instead, I found a knowing, understanding look. She uncrossed her legs and sat forward. My eyes darted down instinctively to try and see past the hem of her skirt to the hidden mysteries lying beneath. My cock surged in my pants.

“Joseph, do you like to perform oral sex? And when I ask that, I’m assuming you’re not gay.” As she finished speaking she let her legs drift a few inches apart. My eyes flicked down again and as her legs rolled further to the sides, I caught just a glimpse of white panties at the juncture of her thighs. I forced my eyes back up to hers as she waited patiently for my answer.

“Yes, yes I do.” She sat back in the chair again but left her legs parted. My eyes were drawn magnetically back down to that tantalizing display as she grinned devilishly at my apparent discomfort under her playful interrogation.

“Are you any good at it?”

Once she finished asking her question, she started to sway her legs in and out rhythmically, giving me a teasing look well up between her full creamy thighs every time she rocked them open. My eyes were glued to her gorgeous legs as they opened and closed, my mind becoming mesmerized as if I was looking at a hypnotist’s swaying watch.

“Joseph, I asked you a question,” Brooke said as I stared at that teasing triangle between her swaying legs.

Her words finally broke me out of my trancelike state. “Well, it’s been a while, but I’ve never had any complaints.”

“And what about compliments?”

“I’ve had plenty of those.”

“Give me an example, and remember what I said about honesty.” Her voice had that firm tone to it again, one that made a shiver run down my spine. But it was the kind of firmness that I loved hearing in a woman’s voice, one that sent a pulse of blood to my stiffening cock.

“Back when I was in college, I was the trainer for the girls’ field hockey team. One time—”

“Trainer?” Brooke interrupted. “Like we have for the football team?”

“Kind of. I was more of a gopher boy. I was responsible for making sure the girls had all their equipment for every game, that their uniforms were washed and clean, they had water, stuff like that. I didn’t do much in the way of medical stuff, just putting bandages on minor cuts and that kind of thing.”

“Making sure their uniforms were washed and cleaned.” Brooke had a beguiling look on her face that told me she could see right through me. “I bet you liked that job, didn’t you? Getting your hands on their sweaty, dirty things.”

I felt myself turning red again. “Yes,” I admitted.

“All right. Continue,” she said as she waved her fingers towards me.

“Well, one weekend, the team was playing in a big tournament in South Bend. So on that Thursday, we all piled into the bus, with me coming along to take care of all the equipment. With the tournament starting on Friday, the girls had one last practice that Thursday evening. One girl, Vanessa, pulled a muscle in her thigh during practice and kind of limped off to the dressing room. One of the coaches told me to go and help her.

“Anyway, Vanessa asked me to rub some liniment on the place where it was hurting, which was kind of high on the inside of her thigh. She seemed to really like the way my hands felt on her, because it wasn’t long before her legs drifted apart. The next thing I knew she grabbed my head, pulled her panties to the side and pushed my face between her legs.

“She kept my mouth working on her until she climaxed all over my face. After she came, she went back out to the field while I sat there in the dressing room, wondering what had just happened. A couple of minutes later, another girl came in complaining of the same kind of injury. Based on what happened next, it was obvious Vanessa had told her what she’d made me do. It wasn’t long before I had my mouth plastered against that girl’s pussy too.

“The bottom line is that starting that night when we got back to our hotel, and for the next three days, the girls on the team took turns making use of my…my oral talents, I guess you’d say.”

“Well, I’d say that is quite a compliment when it comes to your abilities. So what did you do during the tournament when the girls were actually playing?”

“They had me stay in the dressing room. They’d take turns coming in during the game. They said it helped them relieve some tension and they could play better.”

“And back at your hotel?”

“Again, they’d take turns making use of my mouth. They’d come to my room and either ride my face or have me service them however they wanted. As soon as one would leave, another would be there in less than a minute.”

“Wow, that must have been quite the workout.”

I shrugged. “I guess. It went on all weekend long. They took turns keeping me busy every night we were there too. They even did it on the bus home. They had me sit on the floor right at the back of the bus with my face turned up on a seat. All the way home, one girl after another would hold onto the back of the seat I had my head resting on, straddle my face, and ride it until they came. They did that all way home until we pulled into the school parking lot.”

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