Cheerleader has no choice than to fuck

The cheerleaders of Westfield High were the pride and joy of the school. With their perky pom poms, short pleated skirts, and skimpy tops, they were every man’s fantasy. But today, one new cheerleader named Tanya found her initiation into the squad more titillating than she expected.

Tanya, a busty brunette with long tanned legs, entered the locker room after practice. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath. Just then, the captain of the squad, a raven-haired bombshell named Stacy, walked in.

“Hey there newbie,” Stacy said with a smirk. “Coach wants to see you in his office. Alone.”

Tanya’s heart raced. She had heard about Coach Johnson’s reputation. Rumors swirled that he had an…unorthodox method of initiating new girls onto the squad.

Meekly, Tanya made her way to the coach’s office. She knocked timidly on the heavy wooden door.

“Come in,” a gruff voice replied.

Tanya entered the dim office. Coach Johnson sat behind his large mahogany desk, stroking his salt-and-pepper beard. He looked up at Tanya, his eyes roaming her voluptuous curves appreciatively.

“Ahh, Tanya. Do you know why you’re here?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.

“N-no coach,” Tanya stammered, twisting her pom poms nervously. “Am I in trouble?”

The Coach chuckled. “Quite the opposite, my dear. I just wanted to have a chat…about the team.” He patted the leather chair in front of his desk. “Have a seat.”

Tanya hesitantly sat down, smoothing her short skirt. The coach’s intense gaze made her squirm. “So, you’re joining the squad?” he asked.
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“Yes Coach,” Tanya said. “I’ve always wanted to cheer.”
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“You sure about that?” Coach Johnson asked, leaning forward with a predatory gleam in his eyes. “Because being a cheerleader means adhering to certain…standards. Especially the new girls.”

Tanya’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Standards? What do you mean?”

The Coach stood up and walked around to Tanya. He rested a thick hand on her bare thigh. “Well, Tanya…the only way you’re truly accepted on the squad is if you prove your devotion. Your loyalty.”

He rubbed her thigh and palm crept higher. Tanya’s breath caught. “Wh-what do you want me to do?” she asked.

“I want you to service me, Tanya,” Coach Johnson said bluntly. “Right here, right now.” Tanya gasped but the Coach smirked. “That’s right, sugar. If you want to be a Westfield Cheerleader, you need to consummate the deal.”

The Coach unfastened his belt and let his pants fall. Tanya’s eyes widened at the sight of his girthy erection. She hesitated, her hands clammy.

“I…I can’t do that…” she said shakily. “It’s not right…you’re a teacher!” The Coach laughed and grabbed her wrist. He pulled her hand to his crotch, forcing her to palm his thick, hard rod.

“You will do it, because that’s my price for you to join the squad, Tanya,” the Coach growled. “You’re not the first and won’t be the last. Now, open that pretty little mouth before I change my mind.”

Tanya whimpered but obeyed, sinking to her knees in front of the Coach’s impressive package. She grasped the base of his thick cock, lightly tracing the veins. Seeing the Coach’s expectant look, she timidly stuck out her tongue and ran it along the bulbous head.

“Damn right,” the Coach grunted. “Now take it all, like a good cheerleader.” Licking his lips, he grabbed the back of Tanya’s head and pulled her onto his shaft.

Tanya struggled but quickly found herself face-fucked by this powerful man, his girthy cock plunging into her hot mouth again and again. Drool spilled down her chin. The Coach groaned, shoving deeper until the tip hit the back of her throat.

“That’s it, take it deep,” he snarled, working her head back and forth rapidly. “Good girl, good fucking girl…”

Tanya gagged and sputtered as he-used her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the thick shaft as the coach pounded mercilessly. Tears streamed down her face but she soon felt something building deep in her core. The degradation and humiliation were oddly arousing. She was shamefully getting off on serving this man.

The Coach felt her start to relax and suck harder. Growling he wrenched her off his cock. He hastily threw her skirt up and panties down before sending her to all fours on the floor. Tanya whimpered but then moaned whorishly when the Coach plunged his thick rod into her sopping pussy.

“Oh god Coach!” she gasped. “Your cock feels so good!”

“That’s what I fucking thought,” he grunted, ramming into her. Her juices gushed out around his plundering dick. “You were born for this, to be my little slut!”

He grabbed her pom poms and used them as reins to ride her hard. Thrusting animalisticly, the Coach pounded into Tanya at a furious pace. Her tits bounced and banged heavily with the force of his knees destroying her pussy.

“Take it Tanya!” he roared. “Take that cock! Fucking take it!”

Tanya wailed in mingled pleasure and pain as the Coach used her roughly. He slammed into her again and again, grunting like a wild beast. His heavy balls smacked her clit with each thrust. She came violently, wailing, her pussy clamping his plunging cock like a vice.

With a final powerful thrust, the Coach buried himself in Tanya’s spasming snatch. He howled and exploded, pumping a huge load deep into her fertile womb. Tanya shrieked as jet after jet of his hot spunk flooded her tight young channel. She slumped forward in a daze, gasping hoarsely.

The Coach pulled out, his cum starting to leak out of Tanya’s ravaged hole. He zipped up, tucking his softening cock away. Tanya lay sprawled on the floor, whimpering.

“Welcome to the Westfield Cheerleaders, Tanya,” Coach Johnson said smirking down at his conquered conquest. “Come to the office anytime for special, private lessons.” He roughly swatted her ass cheek before grabbing his crutch and leaving the room with a satisfied grin.

Tanya slowly picked herself up off the floor, wobbling on shaky legs. She smoothed her disheveled uniform and glanced at herself in the mirror. Wide-eyed and flushed, but sporting a ridiculous pleased smile.

There was something thrilling about being used so thoroughly like that. Having Cook Johnson, the arrogant bastard, ravage her so completely. Getting off on being an object, a hole for his pleasure.

Tanya smirked at her reflection and straightened her top, bouncing slightly to test her sore pussy. She pressed a finger to her lips thoughtfully.

Maybe being a Westfield Cheerleader wouldn’t be so bad after all.

The End