A mature man encounters the woman of his dreams, a statuesque Amazon-like cheerleader for his city's professional football team. Summoning up the courage to speak to her, the result of his clumsy introduction exceeds his wildest dream as she makes him her plaything.
“I’ll tell you right now, Joseph. I like to come...a lot. I’m going to use that pretty little mouth of yours until your face is numb, and then I’m gonna make you keep going.” She paused as she shifted her wide hips, as if settling herself into place for a good long session. “Are you ready to get back to work?” She leaned back on her arms with her beautiful sweet pussy laid out on full display in front of me. Her blonde hair was now slightly mussed, and it surrounded her pretty face sexily. As I looked at that gorgeous face, her huge tits tightly encased in that clinging white sweater, her little black slit skirt and thigh-high black leather boots, she was an absolute dream. I couldn’t believe she had chosen me as her little plaything tonight.
“Yes Miss, whatever you’d like, Miss,” I said compliantly. I dove back between her thighs and sent my tongue on another mission way up inside that drooling cunt of hers. It wasn’t long before she started bucking up against my face, her body wracked by another nerve-shattering climax. I was happy to see another button come open when she was finished, her lacy white bra cups on display as her sweater spread open further across her tremendous chest.
“Keep going. I’m far from being done with you, boy.” Brooke grabbed my head and pushed me back between her thighs. I eagerly obeyed, pressing my mouth against her needy flesh. It didn’t feel like I’d been at it very long before those delicious tremors had her big body shivering in paroxysms of ecstasy. The next button opened, the undersides of those jam-packed bra cups a feast for my hungry eyes.
“Jesus, that tongue of yours is something, and long too,” Brooke said as shifted forward and got up from the bed. She peeled off her skirt and tossed it aside. Her wide hips and full curvy backside made me want to drool, her big bum cheeks looking like two beach balls ready to play. She looked incredible with just her tight white sweater still on, and those sexy thigh-high boots. “Get up there on your back. I want to ride that face for a few more.”
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by R.M. Dexter
Published by Lot’s Cave
Dominant Cheerleader, © 2019, R.M. Dexter
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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 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.
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