Joann the Cheerleader

This is the fifth "Joann" story. If you want to read the others, just click on my name. And let me know what you think. Writers always want feedback.

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The last week has been incredible. The radio station I work at has a Mexican secretary that I've been fantasizing about since I met her. Her brunette hair flows past her shoulders, she has big brown eyes and full red lips, large breasts and a perfect ass, sleek legs and silky soft brown skin. Her body screams, "Fuck me!" And for the last week, I have. I found out that Joann was embezzling from the company and have been able to use that along with a video of us fucking to keep pounding her whenever I want.

With her husband out of town this weekend, I told Joann to come over to my home after work. It was going to be 48 hours of non-stop sex. When she got there, she changed into this red dress that made her look so good I lost control and fucked her ass right there.

Once she got up off the floor, she cleaned herself up and we had dinner. I may be blackmailing my way into her pussy, but I'm not a complete animal. The least I can do is feed her. She sat slumped in her chair at the opposite end of the table. The only thing she seemed interested in was the wine. She was knocking that back pretty quickly. Well, if she were a little drunk things would probably go a little easier, so I didn't mind. The wine helped her deal with how much she hated me, but craved my dick. While I was fucking her, she loved it. But after, I don't know, maybe she felt guilty for enjoying it.

"Maybe you should slow down with the wine, Joann. I don't want you passing out."

She sneered at me, "What difference does it make? You'd fuck me anyway."

Laughing, I said, "You're right. But then you wouldn't enjoy it. And I know you want to enjoy it. You love my dick, Joann. Admit it."

"Fuck you! You're just a freak that can't get any without having to blackmail someone!"

"O.K. Joann. I think you've had enough wine; I don't want you any feistier than you are now. That red dress is great but I think it's time to go back into garment bag you brought for a new outfit. Did you bring your old high school cheerleader outfit like I told you to?" She nodded. "Good girl. Go put it on. I want you to do a cheer for me."

She stood up and started to take the bottle of wine (our second of the night) with her. I jumped up, yanked it out of her hand and set it on the table. I didn't want her any drunker than she already was. She pushed me out of the way and reached for the bottle. "Don't make me hit you." That seemed to bring her back to reality. Joann had an anguished look on her face. "Don't forget your situation, Joann. I own you. Don't make me angry. I'll beat you like a two-dollar hooker if I have to. Do you understand?"

She looked at me with wide eyes. She managed a meek, "Yes" before she turned and hurried down the hall to change.

I was in the kitchen putting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher when she returned. As incredible as Joann looked in her red dress, she was even hotter in her cheerleader outfit. I stood staring at her perfectly proportioned 5' 6" frame. Joann must have developed late. The white and green sweater that would have fit perfectly at 17 now could barely contain her 36C breasts. Her skirt looked impossibly short, showing off more of her luscious legs than any high school would allow. "Jesus, Joann. If you looked like that in high school, every play would have ended up out of bounds with a football player "accidentally" falling on top of you. When did you develop into this goddess I'm staring at?"

Joann actually smiled a bit. "Around 19. It all happened all at once. In high school I was only 5' 4" and pretty skinny."

I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her. I took a moment to enjoy the feeling of her soft, warm body pressed against me. With one hand sliding up and down her back and the other on the back of her neck, I began kissing her sweet, moist lips. Not only did she offer no resistance, she kissed back hungrily. As my tongue probed Joann's mouth, I reached down and began to knead her ass. I steered her into the living room and broke away from her grasp so I could sit on the couch. Getting free wasn't easy because she had attached herself firmly to my mouth. I guess the wine had loosened her up to the point where all she wanted was a fucking. She didn't care about anything else. Joann whimpered a bit when I stopped kissing her. "I want to see this sweet body shake. Dance for me, Joann."

Without a word, just a wicked smile, Joann walked to my stereo system and found a radio station playing a dance mix of some rock tune. It sounded like crap and I was about to tell her to find something else, but that's when she started to dance. I figured she'd give me a nice little show in her cheerleader uniform. You know, bounce up and down, jiggle her tits and ass, fairly tame stuff. But no, not Joann. This woman should be in a strip club somewhere. She started by leaning forward and sticking her ass in the air. She shook it up and down and side to side with the beat. She kept shaking her ass until she had swiveled around to face me. Joann then began to play with her tits through the sweater. Her tits were pretty big, but the ridiculously little sweater they were in made them look porn star size. As she squeezed her melons and tugged on her nipples, she slowly sank to her knees. She slid her left hand off her tits, down her body to her pussy and began massaging it. She moaned with pleasure as she fingered her clit. All the while she stared at me, her gaze alternating between my eyes and the massive bulge in my pants. She dropped down on all fours and crawled over to me for a closer look at the bulge. Slithered over might be a better phrase. Slowly. Very slowly.

She put her face inches away from my crotch and stared. Joann's eyes shot up and locked onto mine. "I think someone wants to come out and play with me." She looked back at my dick and said, "Do you want to play? " She giggled and backed away. I nearly came in my pants. I wanted to fuck her right then, but I wanted to see what else she was going to do.

Still on all fours, Joann stuck her ass in the air and rested her chin on her hands. Her hands and forearms were flat on the floor with her elbows out to each side. She gave me a big, sweet, innocent smile. From my vantage point, I saw a sweet, smiling face framed with beautiful dark brown hair and just behind all that was a magnificent ass covered in a tiny cheerleader skirt. Christ, what an incredible sight! Joann changed that sweet smile into a lecherous one as she began to shake her ass to the Alice In Chains tune that had just come on the radio. Her skirt quickly bunched up around the small of her back revealing the quivering, soft brown flesh of her ass. She held that position and that "come and get it" smile for a few more moments.

I couldn't take much more. I had unzipped my jeans and slid them and my boxers off. Joann stared at my raging hard on as she got up on her knees to take off her sweater. Her tits were packed so tightly into that sweater, I swear I heard a 'pop' when they were freed. She started singing along to "Man In The Box" but she changed the lyrics a bit. She lay on her back and played with her tits as she changed "…won't you come and save me" to "…won't you come and fuck me." That was it. I launched myself on top of her and started to maul her perfect body.

My tongue lapped at Joann's hard pencil eraser sized nipples. My hands caressed her soft breasts. My hands then slid down her warm body to her wet pussy. When I slipped a couple of finger into her hole, she reacted like she had been shocked. Her entire body twitched and she thrust her hips upward. As my fingers sank deeper into her hole, she let out of a cry of ecstasy. "Scream, slut. Let yourself go. Tell me you're my whore. Beg me to fuck your pussy."

Her voice was a breathless wail. "Fuck…uhhh…me. God, yes! I'm your whore. Mmmpphhh…cum! Please! Fuck my pussy!"

I pulled my fingers out and slammed my cock into her as hard as I could. Joann's eyes got so big, I thought they might burst out of her head. She let out a scream that shook the room. "That's it, Joann. Get loud. Tell me how much you love my dick."

It was tough for her to talk as I kept pounding her rhythmically. Between yells and gasps for breath she managed, "I need your dick…no one has fucked me better…please make me cum!!"

Joann's big brown eyes were glazed over as she writhed underneath me. Her quivering lips continued to beg me to fuck her. She had wrapped her legs around me and was meetings my thrusts by lifting her hips off the carpet. Her wails and her tits that were shaking like Jell-O had hypnotized me, but I became aware off my balls tightening and I knew I couldn't last much longer. "Do you want my cum, Joann?"

"YES!! God, yes! I'm cumming!! Give it to me!"

I pulled almost completely out and then drove myself through her velvety folds deeper than I had gone before. As Joann came, her head thrashed from side to side and she screamed like she had no idea sex could be this good. I exploded in her hot, wet box and just kept cumming. Her pussy refused to stop milking me.

Joann finally began to come down and I collapsed on top of her. I could feel her body twitching periodically as she felt the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her voice was still higher than normal, but she could now control it as she said, "I can't believe you just fucked me like that."

I barely had any strength left, but I managed to push myself up on my elbows as I stayed directly on top of her. "I've never known a woman that so desperately needed to be fucked like a whore. But don't worry, Joann. Now that you're my whore, I'll fuck you all the time. Show me what a good whore you are and lick me clean." I rolled off her and she eagerly began to lick our juices off my dick.

I enjoyed watching her tongue clean my shaft and I couldn't believe how easy it was to transform Joann from a pretty secretary into a slut that would do whatever I told her. I could hardly wait to find out what else I could make her do. But no need to rush, it's only Friday night. The entire weekend is still ahead of us.