She looked up, still stroking my cock, and answered, looking directly into the phone, “You’re so much bigger then Ethan, Ken, Jimmy, and… even Jamal.”
Being told I was bigger than a black guy stoked my ego as I asked, “And what do you want right now?”
“This big, fat cock in my cunt,” she answered bluntly, as she got up and went to straddle me.
“Wait here,” I said, surprising her again as I stood up, stopping her from straddling my cock.
“Excuse me?” she asked, shocked I had stopped her.
“You need something,” I said, as I stood up and pulled my sweats completely off me.
“What do I need?” she asked, literally confused, this time the usage of literally correctly used.
“You’ll see,” I said, leaving her standing there in only her cheerleading skirt in a confused state… I imagine the same confused look she had when she tried doing geometry.
I went to Mom’s room, grabbed a pair of mocha thigh highs, returned to Amber and ordered, “Put these on.”
“Pantyhose?” she complained with disgust.
“Actually, they’re thigh highs and I require all my sluts to wear them at all times,” I explained bluntly.
“Did you just call me a slut?” she asked tersely, stockings in hand.
I knew this was the final push. If I offended her and she walked out, I’d be no worse off than I was before she came over. I could easily text Mrs. Dieks and go next door and fuck her, plus I needed to go over to Mrs. Grady’s to give her a treat pretty soon anyway, and Mom would be home in a couple of hours, so I had options. Yet, if I was going to add Amber to my growing harem, and to make her my first personal conquest without my father’s help, I needed to break her completely, to make her mine.
I nodded, my hard cock in clear view, and spoke confidently, “Amber, you’re my slut. Or you will be, once you start obeying my commands. If you don’t want that, you’re welcome to leave, I won’t ever tell anyone what happened here today (except for my Mom and Ms. Chan, I thought to myself, but they’re totally discreet and she needn’t know about them), and I’ll summon one of my MILF sluts to come and finish what you started,” I threatened,
She seemed unsure.
Speechless.
“Put them on, my slut,” I instructed her again.
After a brief pause she stared at my cock, sighed and said for a third time, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“I can,” I said, as she sat down and began to roll up a stocking.
“I thought you were a nice guy,” she said, as she put the first stocking on.
“Nice guys don’t get the sluts,” I pointed out, that seeming to be a universal high school truth.
“These are soft,” she said, “not like pantyhose at all,” as she finished putting one on.
“Only the best for my cum bucket,” I said crudely, adding to my power trip.
“You’re so bad,” she said in a hot voice… having accepted she was going to do whatever I told her to do so she could have my big, fat cock.
“And yet I fuck so good,” I said, stroking my cock as she picked up the second stocking.
“I bet you do,” she said, looking at my missile, her lust trumping my inferior social status.
“By the way, once I fuck you, you’re going to crave more of my cock,” I warned, which so far had happened in every situation.
“I imagine so,” she said mindlessly, as she finished the second stocking. “How do I look?”
“Like my very first cheerleading slut,” I responded, as I admired her legs in the nylons, which enhanced her look completely, but didn’t give her the verbal compliment she was fishing for.
“If the other girls find out how well-endowed you are, I won’t be your only one for long,” she said, as she moved to the couch and knelt on it, offering me her pussy from behind.
“That will be your job, to get me more cheerleader cum receptacles,” I said, as I walked behind her.
“Should be easy,” she said, “they’re already mostly sluts, except for Angela.”
“I imagine I can change that,” I said, Angela being new this year, a minister’s daughter, and rather sweet.
“I can’t imagine that,” she disagreed as I stood behind her.
“Did you imagine dressing up in nylons for me and bending over to take my cock today?” I questioned.
“God, no,” she giggled, in the insipid way she laughed. “But Angela is a complete prude.”
“I’ll have her begging for my cock in the near future,” I said as I rubbed my cock between her wet pussy lips.
“I’d love to see that,” she moaned, leaning back to get my cock in her, my phone still in my hand.
“Beg for it, slut,” I ordered, wiggling my cock between her pussy lips.
“Oh damn it, slam that big fat cock into me and use me as your slut,” she demanded, clearly frustrated. Perhaps frustrated because I wasn’t fucking her yet; perhaps because I was the one attached to the big, fat cock she craved; perhaps both.
I continued teasing her relentlessly, “Are you my cum bucket?”
“Yes, yes, just shove it in,” she begged desperately.
“Say it, tell me what you are and use my name,” I instructed, wanting to have her desperate declaration on video.
“Fuck,” she cursed, before impressing me by her declaration, even answering my next question in advance, “I’m your fuck toy, your cum bucket, your cheerleader slut, Kevin. I’ll suck you off at school, we have a secret location at school to play. Just shove that mother fucking big fat cock in my cunt, I need it so bad.”
I wanted to know more about this secret location, but now I also wanted to really fuck this eager bitch, so I slammed into her with one hard, deep thrust.
“Holy fuck,” she screamed, as I imagine I went deeper in one thrust than any guy before me. As I rested deep inside her, she mumbled, “So big, so full.”
“Do you girls lez out too?” I asked.
“Some of us do,” she answered.
“Do you?”
“Not with any of the girls, I’m head cheerleader,” she pointed out, as she clarified with a bit of pride, “they do me, not the other way around.”
“To whom then,” I asked, having thought Cherry was head cheerleader, but perhaps the hierarchy had changed. It wasn’t like I paid much attention to it.
“Shoot, I’ve already said too much,” she said, her lust allowing secrets to rise to the surface.
I fucked her hard and fast for a dozen rough thrusts, making her scream and her left leg twitch.
“Answer the question, cock slut,” I demanded.
“Please shut off the phone and I’ll tell you anything you want,” she pleaded. I imagine I could have pushed her to answer on film, but being a courteous guy (mostly), I stopped filming and tossed the phone onto the couch.
“There you go,” I said. “Now whose cunt do you munch?”
“Ms. Watson,” she revealed, which wasn’t a complete shock, it was common knowledge Ms. Watson was an avowed lesbian, but fucking a student didn’t really seem like her.
“Interesting,” I said, and joked, “she probably could have just passed you without the tutoring.”
“She wants me to be able to go to college on a cheerleading scholarship,” Amber explained,
as I began fucking her in a steady rhythm, “but I need to pass the SAT’s.”
“She’s a good woman,” I said, as I wondered if my big, fat, cock could entice a lesbian.
“Yes, she is,” she moaned.