Endurance Training

This story is a spinoff for the character of Renee Cross from my "Cross Contamination" series. If you would like to see what Renee's main corruption project is, go check that series out!

Happy reading!

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What Renee Cross needed was some good dick.

She had been having a lot of fun with Kissy and her pathetic Daddy lately, and dominating losers was definitely sexually stimulating, but she wouldn't be caught dead fucking Daren's shrimpy wiener, and Kissy didn't have one.

Even for a dedicated bisexual like Renee, sometimes there was just no substitute for a rock-hard cock. And with how busy she had been working on her corruption schemes, it had been a while since she had indulged.

Renee scrolled idly through photos in her special folder. There were many guys she had strung along the past few years for occasions just such as this. She used to just save their numbers in her phone, but she found it too difficult to match names with faces. So she found a solution that worked for her: Dick pics that they had sent her, labeled with the name and face in the corner.

Martin... no, he had talent, but she was craving something bigger. Felix was big, but he had an attitude, and Renee wasn't in the mood to play with her food this time. She wanted someone with a big cock who would let her push him around.

Someone knocked on the door. Renee looked up with exasperation. She was sitting alone in Ms. Chambers's office. In theory, Renee was in the middle of a counseling appointment, but she had told Ms. Chambers to fuck off so she could relax in peace for a while. The blonde bimbo of a counselor had better not be back to ask again if Renee wanted to get eaten out.

But when the door opened, it was Mel instead of Ms Chambers. Almost as bad. Melissa Fontaine was the picture-perfect image of a hot, popular girl. Blonde, blue-eyed, and slim. Her breasts were just big enough to look big on her willowy frame without looking cartoonish, and her ass has the meaty, athletic bounce of a young woman who loved exercise. She was a decent right-hand woman, but she sometimes had a bad habit of thinking independently.

Renee suppressed an eye-roll and went straight back to her phone, flicking through a few more images of cocks. "What is it Mel?" she asked impatiently. "I'm kind of in the middle of something."

"The homecoming game is next week," said Mel innocently, pretending to inspect the university pamphlets that Ms. Chambers kept on her desk.

"Uh-huh," said Renee with flat disinterest, pausing on the image of 'Bass' Rivera's cock. Nah, he was more trouble than he was worth. Damn it, it seemed like guys either had a big cock, or a meek personality. She wanted both this time!

"We're playing our big rivals, East High. It sure would be nice if we could win..." said Mel meaningfully, sneaking a sidelong glance at Renee's face.

This time Renee did roll her eyes. "Yeah. Sure. Gooooo Rams!" she raised a fist in a sarcastic cheerleader salute to their high school mascot.

"Well, I was thinking," gushed Mel with barely contained excitement. God damn it. Here we go with another one of her brilliant ideas, thought Renee sourly. "What if someone who was reeeeally good at manipulating people got into the head of East High's quarterback? He's their star player! They wouldn't stand a chance!" Mel was leaning across the Counsellor's desk, glowing with excitement, a big shiny smile on her face.

Renee set her phone down and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Mel, are you under the impression that I became a cheerleader because of my enthusiasm for Riverside High's sports program?"

"Well, no Renee, but..." Mel's smile became a little worn around the edges as she realized her idea wasn't going to get the reception she hoped.

"And even if I did give a shit about the homecoming game, I already told you, I've cut all side projects. My father and I are working on the Harlowe project exclusively. I don't have the bandwidth for anything unrelated."

But Mel had one more ace up her sleeve. "You know that East's quarterback is Corey Hall, right?"

Renee looked up at Mel, who was now wearing an infuriatingly smug grin. How did she even know about Renee's connection to Corey Hall? One day Renee would have to put Mellissa in her place. But right now, Renee just needed time to think.

"Get out," said Renee firmly. Mel could be dumb sometimes, but she knew Renee well enough to know when not to push her luck. With a fleeting grin, the blonde cheerleader slipped back out the door of the office, clicking the door shut behind her.

Corey fucking Hall. The list of people who had ever embarrassed Renee Cross was short, but Corey had handily earned his spot near the top.

Renee had always had a strong sense of her own importance. Her father had instilled it in her from a young age. She was an elite, a cut above the common people. Dominance and superiority were her birthright. So was it any wonder that when she got her first serious crush on a boy in middle school, she assumed that getting her way would be easy?

She had marched right up to Corey in the middle school lunch room and informed him that they were dating now, and she expected him to impress her with a gift the next day.

Corey, a young man as mature and emotionally intelligent as most middle schoolers, surrounded by friends he was eager to impress, had been predictably cruel. Nothing too creative, but devastating for a little girl as proud as Renee had been.

"Who are you exactly?"

She could still remember his tone. Almost disgusted. Like she was nothing.

The whole incident made her squirm to remember. Her poorly thought-out approach, Corey's cruel rejection, the furious tears she had cried that night at home. Her father had gently explained that evening how manipulation and concealing your intentions was a much better way to claim your rightful rewards. It had been a valuable life lesson. But a painful one, especially for someone with very few other experiences with embarrassment.

Corey Hall had gone to a different high school. Renee faintly suspected that her father had used his connections with the city government to make it so. And now he was their star quarterback. Renee was sure that victory at the homecoming game meant as much to him as it did to that sports-obsessed bimbo Mel. Come to think of it, maybe crushing the spirit of a bad boy with a big cock would be even better than finding someone who was already mild-mannered.

Maybe Renee had time for one little side project after all...

...

Run. Turn. Throw.

The sun was going down, and Corey Hall was still out on the field after the other players and even the coach had gone home. Maybe it was excessive, running drills this much. But that was what put him ahead of all of the other quarterbacks in the conference. Sheer stamina. The other guys would get tired and give up, but Corey was used to putting in long hours.

This upcoming homecoming game was crucial. He had heard there would be recruiters there. Not only would he lead his team to victory, he would secure his future at the same time.

Run. Turn Throw. The ball hit the practice dummy squarely in the chest. Corey felt the burn in his muscles, but it was a good burn.

Stamina. That was the key.

Corey was so absorbed in his drills that it took him a while to notice his spectator. But when he did notice her, his interest was immediately piqued. Corey might spend a lot of his time practicing, but he could always make time for a beautiful girl.

And she was beautiful: long, toned legs, big round breasts, and smooth chocolatey skin. She leaned back against the bleachers, her tempting chest thrust provocatively forward as she watched him with dark, wicked eyes.

Yes, this was definitely a girl he could make time for. Corey trotted over to the bench, using his water bottle as an excuse to get closer to the watching woman. After taking a swig, he called up with a grin: "You like what you see?"

The girl returned his smile with a naughty smirk of her own, "Absolutely. It's a beautiful sunset," she said in a teasing voice.

"There are lots of places you can watch the sunset, but only one place you can see East High's star quarterback," said Corey smugly. Maybe he had a big head, but as a sports star, he was practically the king of the school. He had earned bragging rights.

"Ohhhh, is that what I'm looking at? I thought you might be the team manager picking up after practice," said the mystery woman with mock innocence. Corey liked her. She had a sort of bratty flair that pulled him like a magnet. She was playing hard to get, but she wouldn't be here watching if she wasn't already intrigued by him.

"What's your name?" he asked, giving her his best smoldering glare.

"Renee. I already know yours, or course. 'East High's star quarterback' hardly needs to introduce himself to a commoner like me," she said with a wink. Corey squinted at her for a moment. For some reason, he felt like he recognized her... But that couldn't be, she definitely wasn't one of the seniors from his high school: he spent enough time checking out girls in his class to be certain of that. Maybe she just reminded him of a celebrity... or a pornstar maybe; she was hot enough for it.

"Tell you what Renee," said Corey with a smirk, "I'm finishing my drills. Let's play a game. If I can hit the target five times in a row, you'll give me your phone number." Little bets like this were one of Corey's favorite flirting methods. It introduced a little mild competitiveness while demonstrating physical prowess. When successful, it impressed the girl and sparked her interest.

Renee's eyes flashed with enthusiasm and she giggled, responding, "Oh my! Are you sure you can? You've been out here all afternoon, aren't you too tired to keep going?"

Corey laughed. "Trust me, Renee. I don't get worn out that easily," he looked her right in the eyes and said, "I could keep going all night long if you wanted me to."

Renee snorted at the cheesy line, but her gaze held a little smoky heat as she raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Well, let's make this interesting then. If you can hit your target ten times in a row, we can go somewhere private and I'll let you prove that bold claim."

Corey gulped and felt his cock twitch in his practice uniform. Was this girl for real? True, he had been fishing a little with that last line, but he expected that Renee would act scandalized while laughing. The fact that she had bought his cheesy come-on was almost unbelievable. But Corey was a teenage boy, and he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. If Renee was serious, then he was going to get those ten fucking target hits in a row.

And he did, smoothly and easily. There was a reason this was the bet he offered: he rarely ever missed in this simple drill these days. It was more about endurance training than accuracy at this point. As the last throw bounced against the practice dummy, he saw that Renee had already gotten up from her seat in the bleachers and was walking toward him with a sultry look of expectation.

"Looks like you win, big boy," she purred, taking him by the arm, a large firm breast brushing against him. "Are you ready to claim your prize?"

Corey exalted in the feeling of victory. And this slut was eager to celebrate with him. "You got it," he said with a cocky grin. "Just give me a minute to change and we can go somewhere a little more private."

"Everyone else is gone, Superstar," said Renee with twinkling eyes, punctuating her statement by biting her soft, sexy lip. "Isn't the locker room private enough? I don't want to waste any time. I want you to show me how you "go all night long"."

Corey seriously couldn't believe his luck. This bitch wanted his cock bad.

"When you put it that way," he said with a dopey smile, "How can I refuse?"

...

Men really weren't hard to trick.

Thrust out your chest, drop the slightest hint that they might get lucky, let them think that they were in the driver's seat, and they were putty in your hands.

All it had taken in this meathead's case were a few sultry glances and a little light flirting. Renee's breasts and face had done the rest. Now he led Renee eagerly into the musty East High locker room, no doubt thinking that this would be an easy and straightforward fuck. Although he wouldn't realize it until it was too late, he was already doomed.

The only question was where to take things from here. Although she was normally a meticulous planner when it came to corruption schemes (a habit drilled into her by her father), she had gone into this one improvising. She knew that she wanted to turn this cocky quarterback into a pathetic sub, but there were so many ways that she could do that...

But the most satisfying option was already forming in her mind. Yes. He was most proud of his physical strength. His endurance. His stamina. Renee often found that turning a victim's strength into weakness could be particularly satisfying. The plan firmed up in her mind. The downside was that she wouldn't get the dick that she craved tonight. But no matter, all would come in time.

Renee crossed her arms to teasingly tug the tight shirt over her head, revealing her cute, lacy bra. She knew she would be showing it off to Corey tonight, so the bra had been selected especially to lift and present her gorgeous tits for his inspection.

Corey looked like a little boy on Christmas morning, his eyes wide with delight as he clumsily unlaced and kicked off his practice pants. Renee felt a ripple of heat through her belly as Corey's greedy eyes roamed her body. Renee was a sexual omnivore, but one of the things that turned her on the most was seeing the awe and desire that her looks inspired in others. It made her feel worshipped like the Goddess she was when her beautiful young body made her male prey stiff and her female prey wet. She supposed it could be considered exhibitionism in a sense. Although most exhibitionists got off on the humiliation, and for her, flaunting her perfect body was an act of dominance.

Renee's eyes lit up as she saw the meaty cock between Corey's legs, already pulsing with need for her. A very satisfactory size. Of course, she wouldn't get a chance to fuck it tonight. She had to whip Corey into shape a little first. Renee swayed over to the gawping quarterback and firmly pushed him down onto his back on a locker room bench, straddling his legs, letting him feel the warm skin of her thighs and the dampness of her panties beneath her short skirt.

"So, Superstar," said Renee with a wicked grin. "You talked a big game out there about how long you could last with me." She gripped his dick with a light, loose grasp, letting him barely feel the touch of her slim, soft fingers. "But I've heard it all before. Big strong guys, with big hard cocks, bragging about how they'll make me scream their names all night long." Her grip tightened slightly, feeling the hard, stiff length of Corey's shaft. "Only to have them go for two minutes and be 'too tired' to continue. Frankly, it's a waste of effort on my part. I'm not going to get myself into the mood just to be disappointed."

Renee smiled evilly as she reached behind her back with deft, practiced motions and unhooked her bra, letting it fall loosely down her shoulders. Corey looked up at her raptly, mouth agape, hanging on every word as she firmly gripped his cock. "So let's play another little game. Like the one you played with me on the field, remember?" Leaving her tits still barely concealed, Renee retrieved her phone and set a timer for two minutes, setting it up facing them on the adjacent bench. "I just want to be sure that you aren't all talk." Renee gave Corey's cock one long slow stroke before stopping again, drawing a groan of pleasure from the young athlete's lips, and making her bra slide down her arms a little, revealing more of her firm brown tits. "If you can last two minutes with my hand, then you get my pussy all night long..."

"... Good luck, hotshot."

Renee started the timer, and in one smooth motion, discarded her bra, fully revealing her round tits and her big stiff nipples. The twitch of the thick cock in her hand showed that the sight alone had brought Corey closer to the edge than he wanted to be. Renee suppressed a giggle. She hadn't even started moving her hand yet, and Corey was already preparing to lose in a humiliating fashion.

Renee began moving her hand in slow, languid strokes. She was so sure of her victory that there was no need to rush. Why not let Corey think he had a chance at victory before crushing him? Making a man cum was easy; the hard part was getting him to last. This game was stacked against Corey from the start.

"Mmmmm," said Renee, biting her pillowy lower lip. "You've got such a nice cock, Superstar. It's exactly the type I like. The kind that can fill me up all the way." The look of stunned pride on Corey's face was almost cute. But if he planned to win, he was making a grave error. He really shouldn't be listening to Renee at all...

"And I've got a pussy that I think you'll like just as much," purred Renee, giving Corey a coy look through her eyelashes. "It's hot... and wet... and tight... It's perfect for milking big fucking dicks like this one.." She rhythmically tightened and loosened her grip as she stroked faster now, giving Corey just a taste of what he supposedly would get to experience. The timer read 1:00.

Renee's eyes flicked to Corey to see that he was checking the clock as well. Halfway done. He must feel like he was close to victory at this point.

"You're soooo close Corey," said Renee with the hint of a moan in her voice, increasing the speed of her handjob and bouncing lightly on Corey's legs to give her tits an enticing jiggle. "Imagine. In just seconds, you can hold me down and suck my big tits all you want. You can fuck my sweet little pussy til I scream for more." Corey's eyes and ears drank her in. His cock was swelling even further, and his balls were tightening up against the base of his shaft. Corey was feeling so good that he still hadn't realized what was about to happen. By the time he did, it would be too late to stop.

Thirty seconds left on the clock. Time to end this game. Renee bent forward, giving Corey an eyeful of her luscious tits, and let a thick stream of drool fall from her lips onto his cock, suddenly sending his cock to slippery heaven in Renee's experienced hand. "We don't have a condom, do we, big boy?" asked Renee in a heated whisper, looking deep into Corey's eyes. She read panic there, he had realized too late how close to the edge he really was. "A promise is a promise though. I guess I'll just have to let you fuck me raw..."

That was enough. Corey's hips were bucking involuntarily up against Renee's tight, slippery fist. With ten seconds to spare, Corey moaned in despair. Renee removed her hand, denying Corey a satisfying full orgasm as his cum erupted powerfully from his cock, splashing mostly onto his own belly. His ejaculation was powerful enough to just barely hit Renee's petite hand with one small glob, to her annoyance.

Renee painted a look of disappointment on her face and sighed heavily, flicking the semen from her hand down onto Corey's heaving chest. "Another boy who's alllll talk," she said loftily, swinging her leg over to disengage from the football star beneath her.

"Wait!" panted Corey, desperation in his eyes. "Where are you going? I... I can go again, just give me a minute."

Renee put a hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow. She made no move to cover her naked tits. Let Corey obsess over this image in his memory. Renee: powerful, fucking sexy, and deeply disappointed in him. "And what, you're going to fuck me in two-minute intervals with breaks in between?" She snorted. "Can't say it's a tempting offer."