Savannah Camden Lets The Referee Fuck Her

The enchanted stadium lights flickered and buzzed, casting shadows across the polished floors of the cheerleader locker room. Savannah Camden stood in the far corner, her admirers a radius of empty space that seemed to darken as she leaned against the tiled wall, trying to catch her breath. The uniform she wore was barely a piece of cloth – tight white fabric clung to her breasts and abs, leaving little to the imagination. And now, in the eerie silence of post-game, she wondered. What happened next?

A man appeared in the doorway. He was tall, built like a linebacker, dark skin stretched taut over thick muscles that rippled beneath his referee outfit. The whistle around his neck glinted in the dim light. His eyes locked onto hers, hungry and full of promise.

“Well, well, well,” he rumbled, strutting closer with a casual swagger. “Looks like one of our team’s been naughty. Wearing skirts this short has consequences, sweetheart.”

Savannah’s breath caught in her throat as he approached, the heat of his body radiating through the flimsy material of her top. She knew she should protest, but something about this man – the confidence in his voice, the pure, raw energy he exuded – made her insides clench with illicit desire.

The referee reached out a massive hand to cup her ass, squeezing the firm flesh through a thin layer of satin. She gasped, but didn’t pull away.

“That’s right, cheerlead,” he smirked, lifting her easily and depositing her on the locker room bench. “We’re going to teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget. Get that ass up in the air. NOW.”

Cassidy obeyed, heart racing as she bent over, bracing hands on the cool metal bench. The sound of a zipper lowering filled the room, her imagination running wild about the delicious cock that would soon be stuffing her needy holes. She hoped it would be big, thick, and unforgiving. Savannah loved getting plowed by a real man’s cock.

A moment later, she felt his bare skin against her satin-covered mound. She shuddered at the contact, accidentally grinding her ass back against his jutting manhood. “Ooh, you want it as much as I do, don’t you?” he whispered in her ear. “Naughty little slut. Well, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll be feeling me for days… ”

Savannah moaned as the tip of his dick probed her wet, eager entrance. A sharp, deep thrust later and he hilts himself up her tight cheerleader pussy, making her scream. Broken words of thanksgiving spilled from her lips as he began to rut, strong hands gripping the curves of her ass, driving into her faster and harder with each pump of his powerful hips.

“Fuck, you’re so tight!” the ref growled. “This little pussy was made to be owned by me. I’m going to fill it with cum, little darling. Pump you full until it’s dripping down your leg. Would you like that?”

“Yesss!” Savannah hissed, only able to focus on the mindblowing sensation of his cock jackhammering into her sweet spot over and over. The naughty cheerleader lose herself in the rhythm of his thrusts, giving herself over to forbidden pleasure to the point her entire existence blurred to the delirious carnal delights of being used for his pleasure.

Her tight pussy rippled around his shaft, massaging him, milking him for every drop of jizz. His cock twitched and jerked in reply, the dam about to burst – but first, he had other fun plans for her needy body…

Pulling out abruptly, he tore away her skimpy panties, exposing her glistening slit to the chilly air. Before she could rebuild her wits, the ref buried his face between her legs with gusto, tongue probing her delicate folds, tasting himself in her sweet honey. Savannah cursed, head thrown back in ecstasy. He was trying to kill her, she thought deliriously, rimming her tight, greedy asshole amidst long deep licks to her throbbing clit. Explode her into a million reckless pieces.

“That’s right, Beg me for my cum!” He demanded, rising up and smacking her soaking slit with his heavy slab of man meat. “Beg me like the queen of this locker room, because you know this alphabet will own you forever after I breed you!”

“Please!” Savannah sobbed, delirious and collating, rubbing her needy ass and dripping pussy all over his cock. “Use me! Fuck me senseless! Mark me with your cum! Pump a baby into this slutty cheerleader! I beg of you!”

With a roar of triumph, he impaled her in one brutal thrust and pounded mercilessly until his cock started to erupt in long, heavy spasms. Jets of thick, hot cum flooded her wicked womb and he held her in place, making sure she felt EVERY spurt of his endless release. Cassidy shrieked her orgasm into frazzle, pussy squeezing him like a vise bag and thighs shaking against his flanks.

Finally, gasping and spent, they collapsed against the locker room benches, the space between them once again a yawning chasm. But in this chill, sweat-slicked aftermath, their eyes met – and something passed between them, some bizarre… understanding, perhaps. A strange gravity that made her reach out to palm his spent cock, coaxing the last few spurts of his seed to dutifully spurt into her slick, needy mound.

Savannah blew him a kiss as she pulled up her cheer uniform, tucking loose strands of hair and leaving the locker room, her legs weak and pussy drenched in cum. In the light of day, that demoralizing incident would be but a delicious, distant memory. hunted. But she would never forget the feel of that big, firm cock – or the way he used her. The way she had BEGGED to be used.

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The stadium still vibrated with the echoes of cheers as Savannah Camden sauntered from the field. Her skimpy skirt fluttered in the evening breeze, drawing appreciative whistles from the few stragglers lingering in the stands. She blew kisses,, giggling and waving as the uniform clung to every generous curve. But her mind was elsewhere. There was something else this night – a anticipation for the pleasures lying in wait.

The locker room was dim when she entered, lights flickering as they always did post-game. She knew him waiting in the shadows. Dark skin, rippling muscles, a whistle hanging loosely around his thick neck. His eyes gleamed as he stepped into the light, grinning wolfishly. “Well, well. How’s my favorite cheerleader? Enjoy the game?”

Savannah bit her lip, heart racing at the sight of him. “You watched?” she breathed.

“Wouldn’t miss it. And I must say, I enjoyed watching your little dance.” His gaze raked over her curves, the shocking white uniform tempting and teasing.

She knew why he was here – the heated glances, the flirty banter after games. And now, alone in the flickering light, she felt her aching core already ,alloing, desperate for his touch. Pussy throbbing at the sight of his prominent bulge.

The ref approached, large frame crowding her space, making her feel small but protected. He smelled musky, like sweat and pure manliness. “What’s the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue? You know I’d love to cat catch you…”

She giggled breathlessly as he leaned in, palm skimming up her thigh, fingertips brushing the hem of her impossibly short skirt. She swayed closer, breathing in the scent of him. “N-nothing…”

“Mmmm.” Warm breath tickled her ear. “Liar. Your body’s so tense. So ready. I can tell you want to get caught being a naughty girl…”

His hand inched under her skirt and she gasped, pussy flooding with wetness at his touch. She heard his chuckle in the darkness as he caressed her dripping folds, parting them, exposing her needy little cunt.

“You want this bad, don’t you dirty girl?” He cupped her mound possessively. “Tell me…”

“Please…”She stuttered. “I want- I need- your cock. NOW.”

“That’s right, give yourself to me,” He growled lowly as he pushed her roughly against the lockers. “Let me show this pussy who she belongs to…” His massive erection sprang free and he yanked her skirt up, exposing her in the open space.

“Fuck!” She gasped deliriously, overcome by his animal lust. He was going to ruin her tight little holes, she knew… Wreck her all night long until she couldn’t walk or think and only take him cock, take him, take HIM, FUCK HER SENSELESS!

All coherent thought ceased as he entered her in one deep thrust, hilting EVERY. SINGLE. INCH. Her eyes rolled back, gasping around his girth, tongue hanging wantonly from her lips. He pulled out slowly, excruciatingly slow, then pounded back in, making her scream in pained ecstasy. YES, he was going to ruin her… Split her in TWO with that vicious cock.

“Ohhh Hell aboard!” She whimpered, losing herself utterly in his slick, muscular ass smacking loudly against hers. Each powerful thrust demanded her submission, claiming her utterly. Rough hands gripped her asscheeks, forcing her slit wider, giving him unimpeded access to the tight glove he was fitting.

“FUCK! That’s right, take my cock!” He growled savagely, plundering her core over and over until her clenching pussy pulled him deeper. She could feel her orgasm building, cresting, shattering her, filling her vision with white and he roared through his own climax, flooding her with his hot, virile cum.

They collapsed together in a sweaty heap, breathing ragged, but he pulled her softening cock from her pussy and rubbed the cum leaking from She shivered as he pressed the head of his member to her lips, and she obediently sucked it into her mouth, twirling her tongue along the softening shaft, lapping the mixture of their fluids from his cock with a lustful moan. The moment dragged on for minutes, each stroking the last drops from the other until they both lay limp and utterly satisfied.

She had given him her body. Her mind. Her everything. And she would have this flawless memory of this night forever – his pure manliness, the smell of sex hanging heavy in the air, the secret thrill of being thoroughly and morally debased by anolder man in the locker room.

In the cool light of day, she may yet deny this ever happened… but tonight? Tonight, she would relish the delicious ache between her legs as a reminder of what she craved most in the world – getting brutally, viciously, UNSUBTLEFUCKED like the insatiable slut she was.|