Feel free to skip this explanation bit!
Hello Everyone! This is a story I wrote for a friend of mine but I thought I would share it here~ It's not exactly what I would normally write but I had fun with it anyways. The ending is a little rushed and I apologize for that but I didn't have the mental capacity to write a longer ending.
Because I hate when it's not in these stories I am pointing out now that this story involves: Group sex, name calling, Dominance and submission, a little goth slut, and lots of cheerleaders.
I hope you enjoy it!
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Willow stood in the stall peeking through the little hole in the wall. She was waiting for the head cheerleader Tara to come in and undress for the showers. The short little goth girl didn't need to hide to observe such a thing. She would just need an excuse to be in the locker room like working out or playing a sport, but she found that pretending like she should be there was a lot more thrilling.
She heard the sound of shoes on the hard floor and held her breath pushing her face more against the wall. A voice carried through the locker room. It was loud and a lot deeper than most of the other girls Willow had talked to. She knew instantly it was Tara.
"God damn it Heather! I told you not to throw your clothes in my locker!" She sounded exasperated but not actually mad.
Heather was Tara's number two. They were always around each other it seemed, "Like... You should know better than expecting me to listen Ta. I am like... very into not doing what I'm told." Her voice was a lot more valley girl. It made Willow cringe slightly. She never liked that kind of accent, finding it really annoying.
A loud huff could be heard, "Yea yea that's what you keep telling me. But I asked nicely last time... Whatever, just try not to take up all the space." The shuffling of feet as more of the cheer squad filtered into the locker room. Maybe Willow would get to see all of them... That would be nice. The excitement rushed to her legs making her panties bulge with a little wet spot already forming on the front. Thankfully there was no tent in her skirt.
A myriad of voices sounded off and soon the whole team of seven girls was walking past the stalls to the showers. Willow got to see all of them. Most of them were taller than her which wasn't hard given that she was only about five feet. The only one that was shorter was Gwen who was also who got thrown on more technical routines. No one noticed Willow in the stall being a peeping tom. No one except Tara. They walked in with towels slung over their shoulders and walked out with them wrapped around their bodies which made Willow a little sad.
Everyone filtered out and soon the locker room was quiet again. Willow waited a few minutes before exiting the stall and tip-toeing out. She got halfway to the door when she heard a voice low and sultry. Causing her to stop feeling a small panic rise up in her chest. And even more heat between her legs.
"Willow... I told you last time I caught you that if you did it again there would be a punishment." Tara appeared from around the corner. She was back in her uniform? Was she intentionally teasing Willow? She towered over the small goth girl being six and half feet tall. Her dark hair complimented her bronze skin. Her face was more angular than most girls and her brown eyes shone with malicious intent that made Willow shake with fear and mighty arousal.
Willow backed away a little bit holding up her hands defensively towards the amazonian woman before her, "Oh Hey there Tara... what are you talking about?" She asked, trying to pretend like she hadn't been caught. Her voice betrayed her though sounding shaky and nervous. Not uncommon for her of course, but still it didn't look good in this situation.
Tara took a step forward grabbing one of Willow's thin wrists in her strong hands, "You know exactly what I am talking about you pervert. Really? Watching us walk by to the shower in a bathroom stall? How pathetic are you?"
Willow tried to sink into herself as she spoke feeling the intense burning of shame and delightful arousal from the degradation. Sometimes she hated how much she liked being talked down to. "L-Look Tara I wasn't doing that I-" She was cut off.
"Don't deny it slut. Everyone else might be blind but it's pretty fucking obvious you were in there. Forget that those stalls don't go all the way to the floor? I could see your sneakers dummy." She let go of her wrist allowing her to take a step back. Putting a little bit of distance between them.
Willow swallowed hard, "I... it's just... You know... I..." She was having a hard time trying to defend herself. The recent fascination with Tara had consumed her thoughts. Many times she had imagined a scene just like this, but it usually ended in hot steamy sex. With Willow's ass getting filled up by Tara's big juicy-
"Are you getting turned on by this?" Tara suddenly asked, breaking Willow's repressed deeply sexual thoughts, "Wow you really are more pathetic than I imagined. You like being talked down to? Degraded for being a mess? Desperate to get caught by someone you wanna fuck?... Are you imagining that right now?" Tara closed the gap between them reaching down and gripping Willow's neck. A light loose grip but it was enough to make Willow freeze in place.
Tara's voice got lower as she moved her head down to Willow's ear whispering into it, "Are you imagining your tight goth ass getting filled to the brim with my big cheerleader dick? Hmmm?" Her other hand reached down to palm Willow's erection, "Oh... You are aroused. I bet you want me to dominate you. Take you from behind and then leave you here dripping and used? Unluckily for you I am a more gentle lover... But I am sure you wouldn't mind that." She pulled away releasing her grip on Willow who sucked in air. She had been holding her breath this whole time without even realizing it.
Willow looked up at Tara squarely in the eyes, "I don't mind that." She said squeaking a little as Tara leaned down and picked her up off her feet. A display that showed how easily Tara could control the situation.
Tara chuckled, "Good because I don't feel like doing this here. You are coming back to my place no questions asked, got it?" Willow nodded quickly, desperate for this. Tara carried Willow all the way out to her car ignoring the few odd looks that they got. Then she drove them back to a little apartment where she took Willow inside and shut the door behind them.
The tall woman turned to her smaller companion and looked her up and down, then her face got serious, "Willow. I need your express undeniable permission to have fun with you tonight. We are going to have sex. I will be in charge and you will listen to everything I say. You may pick your safe word."
Willow was a little thrown off by the sudden change in the mood. On the ride here it had been an excited silence. Now it was a serious albeit important discussion, "Of course Tara." She started softly.
"I Willow Green state to you that you may fuck me, control me, and break me however you wish. For tonight you are my mistress, my mommy, my goddess whatever you want. And my safe word will be... Chicken." It was a silly safe word, but she felt it appropriate.
Tara laughed, "Chicken... I like that." Willow thought that she really was the prettiest girl ever when she smiled. "I think you should call me Mommy darling~ And you can be my... Little goth princess~" The cheerleader paused for a moment drinking in the sight of her new lover.
"You know Willow, I have had a crush on you for a while. That cute pale skin, your dark black hair, the eyeliner and eyeshadow, your piercings and of course I love those little chokers you wear. I don't think I can snap it, but that would be pretty hot." Willow blushed a lot and looked down at the ground. She wasn't used to getting compliments like this.
Tara gripped her chin and made her look up again, "Don't worry love. I will degrade you plenty... But I wanted you to know how I felt before we begin." Willow nodded again as her chin was released.
"I like you a lot too... but you probably already knew that." Tara smirked, "Of course you spied on me any chance you got. You think you are sneaky but you really aren't... Now enough talk. Strip. Everything off NOW." The command sent a shiver through Willow and she quickly complied. Her shoes and socks went first then her shirt and finally her skirt. That was when Tara stopped her.
She guided Willow to the couch and had her sit, "I want you to rub yourself through your panties. And just watch." Tara stepped away from her and started to dance a little. It was a sultry seductive dance with lots of hip movements and her hands gliding over her body. Willow just did as she was told. Rubbing her hand over her bulge she watched the dance. Biting her lip as Tara pulled off her top. She had a lacy black bra on something Willow didn't expect. Tara bent over showing her panties straining to contain the monster that lay within them. Then she pulled the skirt off and her bra leaving her in panties like Willow was.
Tara motioned for Willow to come closer. When Willow stood up Tara shook her head and pointed to the ground. Willow got the message and crawled over to Tara looking up at her new mommy eyes pleading to be allowed to see that pretty dark cock up close. Then her mommy nodded and Willow started to use her hands when she was stopped again.