BIG FAT COCK: Dumb Cheerleader
I woke up at 11:45. I got out of bed and discovered Mom wasn’t home, but there was a note on the kitchen table saying she’d be at work for a few hours (such a dedicated worker, working on a Saturday).
I texted Mrs. Walker and said I could tutor her son tomorrow afternoon, if that worked for her.
I poured myself some Wheaties (it’s the breakfast of champions), had breakfast and got a response from Mrs. Walker that 1PM after church would work. I responded saying that worked, and I walked down the street for my morning blow job… in the afternoon.
I walked in and Ms. Chan called out, “Good afternoon, sleepyhead. Did I wear you out last night?”
“I guess so,” I chuckled, as I entered the kitchen, smiling to myself, reminiscing about Mom and I double penetrating her a dozen plus hours ago.
“In the living room,” she called out.
I went into the living room and saw she was watching television and having lunch. She said, “I could use some homemade mayo on my sandwich.”
“I’ve been keeping it warm for you all morning,” I smiled, as I walked up to her.
She fished out my cock, took it into her mouth and bobbed, as normal and natural as a morning hug. This was simply our relationship.
I came over.
She blew me.
I came in her mouth or in her coffee, we chatted while she often gave me excellent advice about my journey as a dominant, I shot a second load somewhere relevant (coffee, mouth, face) and left.
Today it would be on her sandwich, but this relationship with her had become not only my routine, but also my safe place.
Truth was all the massive changes I’d been going through for the past week and a half were awesome, but they were also a bit overwhelming and confusing. I had to be strong for Mom and dominant for some of my other sluts, but Ms. Chan was not only my cock sucker, which indeed she was, but my mentor, my sounding board. Someone who understood what I was going through and could explain it to me. Quite frankly, I would have been rudderless without her, flailing around in utter confusion and probably hurting some women who deserved far better from me.
This being my first load of the day, pretty late for me, I didn’t last long, warning her in barely enough time for her to back off, then grab her sandwich and open it as I exploded my not-very-secret sauce onto her lunch meat.
“Mmmmmm,” she said, as I coated her sandwich filling.
Once done, she took my cock back in her mouth for a minute before saying, “I’ve never tried this condiment in a sandwich before.”
I watched as she closed her sandwich and took a bite.
God, she was one sexy, crazy, Asian slut.
After she took a couple bites she critiqued, “Definitely adds some flavour.”
I smiled, “It’s a very special sauce.”
“Agreed,” she nodded, then as if reading my mind, she asked, “But enough about what you do for me. What’s on your mind today?”
“Am I that transparent?” I asked.
“I read people,” she said.
I nodded, “That you do.”
“So what is it, dear?”
One moment she’s sucking my cock, next minute she’s eating a cum sandwich, then she’s being a sweet, caring counselor.
I asked, “So how do I seduce someone?”
“Besides just pulling out your big fat cock?” she asked playfully, glancing at my semi-flaccid cock.
“Will that work?” I asked, my luck being amazing so far, but every slut so far had been turned by my dad first (who also had a big, fat cock, just not as big and fat as mine… I’ve never mentioned that before, have I?); so I didn’t know if I could make someone into a cock hungry slut on my own.
“I assume you have someone in mind. Do you like this girl?” she asked, before taking another bite of the cum sandwich.
I thought of my nerd acquaintance Heather, who I thought the world of but didn’t even have the nerve to strike up a conversation with. I didn’t feel at all ready to advance that possibility, nor was I sure I was even capable of a real relationship, which is what I would want with her. Instead, I thought about my afternoon ahead with Amber and answered, “Not particularly, she’s a cheerleader bitch.”
“So someone you want to revenge fuck,” Ms. Chan nodded.
“Revenge fuck?” I said, unsure what that meant.
“What I mean, is she is someone you want to fuck the hell out of,” she said. “Someone you want to dominate to make a statement after several years of being dissed?”
“Exactly,” I said, thinking that was pretty much exactly what I wanted, and again impressed by how well Ms. Chan knew me.
“Do you care if you get rejected?”
“I’d prefer not to be,” I said, “but I wouldn’t be any worse off if I were.”
She took another bite of the cum sandwich before she said, “The most important thing you need is confidence.”
“I think I have that now,” I said.
“You do with your harem of cock-hungry cum sluts,” she said, sounding so hot with her nasty mouth.
I thought the answer was yes, until she actually asked the question and then I wasn’t so sure. “I guess you’re right: I don’t know,” I admitted, feeling some insecurity wash through me.
Oddly, this was new.
I was never insecure around cheerleaders or jocks because deep down I always knew I was superior to them academically, but now that I was thinking of interacting instead of ignoring them, I didn’t want to be rejected by one. I didn’t want to give them any fuel for their fire of cheap superiority.
Being bullied for being smart, or teased for not being a muscled jock never fazed me, but being rejected sexually worried me… one of many reasons I’d long avoided any opportunity to be rejected. I was now feeling insecurity like I’d never felt before, and I didn’t like it.
“Women are attracted to confidence, it honestly is its own aphrodisiac,” she explained.
“Really?” I asked, as I processed her words and pondered how that made sense. My big cock had definitely played a role in my sudden good fortune with the MILFs in the community, but my increased swagger had also enhanced my strong position with them, and seemed to make them fall even more in lust with me… this was definitely true for my neighbour slut Mrs. Dieks.
“Think about it,” she said. “Girls in high school are drawn to jocks. Sure, sometimes the jocks are also good looking, and sometimes smart, but girls are primarily attracted by their confidence.”
“I guess,” I said, that helping to explain the pathetic hierarchy I’d witnessed my whole life, it getting even worse in high school.
“There’s no guessing if you’re paying attention,” she said, shaking her head, “it’s just human nature.”
“Human nature?” I asked, sounding more like a parrot than a Mensa candidate.
“For a genius, you really don’t get people,” she laughed, before taking another bite of her cum sandwich.
“I don’t like people,” I pointed out.
“And yet you have the power to be a natural leader,” she said.
“Not in high school,” I scoffed.
“Maybe, maybe not,” she shrugged, “but you can definitely create a bigger impact than you currently do.”
“I think constant scorn and condemnation are my natural attributes,” I shrugged.