by Anika Sade
I stayed like that for a few minutes--or maybe it was just a moment or two. Truth be told it's damn hard to tell how much time has passed when you have a bag over your head. Imagine my relief when suddenly the bag was hoisted off.
I squinted my eyes at the now blinding light. I couldn't see a damn thing. When I was finally able to get my eyes to focus, my gauze rested on none other than Samantha. She didn't seem to have the humorless vibe around her that I had become so accustomed to. Instead she looked stern, mean even.
"Well hello there. So nice of you to join us for an impromptu second portion to your audition. I have to say, you certainly look very promising, but just being promising isn't enough for me. That might be enough for the other women and their troupes, but me? I don't do it if it isn't the best, and that means my team needs to be the best. There's only one way to make that happen, and that's by making damn sure that every single person on this team is willing to sacrifice if that's what it takes. That's why you're here today. You are here to prove your loyalty to this team. More importantly, you are here to prove your loyalty to me. I've seen you Benjamin. I've seen the way that you stare at me. Do you think I don't know? That I haven't noticed every single time you thought you would be clever and try and steal a glance on my ass?"
I don't think that I had ever been more speechless in me entire life. First off was the realization that I was now completely of the mercy of Samantha, a woman that I clearly didn't know at all. I might have thought that I had met Samantha and that I was getting to know her, but the woman addressing me now seemed almost like a totally different person. Who was the real Samantha?
And as if that wasn't enough, now I had her telling me I was staring at her ass! Which wasn't exactly a lie, i'll admit, but still! I mean, she had practically told me it was okay when we were practicing doing lifts together. Now she's accusing me of staring at her after inviting me to? This made absolutely no sense to me. On the other hand, It wasn't like I could get up and walk away. Well, I could, maybe, but it would be pretty awkward trying to come up with a way to explain why my hands were tied behind my back as if I was some sort of gimp. No, there wasn't going to be any leaving this party.
"I... I didn't mean to stare. I mean, I had thought that after what was said today in--"
I tried to explain, but it was to no avail as she cut me off in the middle of my sentence.
"Oh no no no, you seem to misunderstand me. I didn't bring you all the way out here to talk. You aren't going to be able to bullshit yourself out of this one. No, you are here for one reason and for one reason only. You are here to prove to me the lengths that you are willing to go through if you want to stay on this team.
By now I was getting a little annoyed. I mean, what the blundering hell was actually going on. Even though I had wanted to be diplomatic, I don't think that I was able to hide my consternation as I exclaimed to Samantha.
"Okay, so what the fuck is this that you actually need me to do? Because so far it's just been a whole bunch of talking. What is the damn challenge."
Even I had surprised myself with how bold my words were, especially considering I was tied up as I spoke to her! I could see that she was perhaps a little surprised too. Our rapport so far had been nothing but friendly, but I was close to the edge with all the mystery that was going on.
Samantha took a moment to compose herself, closing her eyes. When she opened them again she was staring at me with a look that was hard to place. On one hand she looked positively pissed off, but on the other hand I could swear that I saw a slight smile on the corner of her lips. Was this soe somber duty that she had to perform so they her cheer squad was the best squad, or did she enjoy whatever process that was about to go down?
"I'm so glad you've enquired. I think it's something that you in particular will enjoy. Tell me, have you ever heard the phrase 'if you love something, than let it kill you'?
I gave a curt nod to indicate that yes, I had heard that before.
"Good, good" she said after seeing my head wag. "I just so happen to be a big fan of this phrase. Now, what is something that I have that you might say that you love?" She asked me, her voice flip flopping between cute and girly and absolutely terrifying.
"I have to say, I'm not sure. Could it be your incredible fashion sense?" I quipped. The joke didn't seem to go over very well. It would appear that Samantha wasn't really in the laughing mood.
"Hardy har har. No, I think what you really want is my ass. And hey, I can't really say that I blame you. It is pretty fucking fantastic after all. So Benjamin, today just so happens to be your lucky day. Today you're going to worship my ass like your life depends on it. I hope that you brought your appetite with you.
I was sure that she must be joking. Surely Ashton Kutcher was going to pop out any moment with a camera team and tell me that I'm on punk'd. There was just no way that this could be the truth.
And yet, no Ashton Kutcher appeared. Could Samantha actually be serious?
"You've got to be kidding me. You're telling me that in order to join the team I have to worship your ass? I thought this was supposed to be a punishment."
To this her only reaction was to give me her trademark smile. She walked over to me and without uttering a word bent over and thrust her ass right into my face. It was immediately obvious that she had just finished cheer practice, I could feel the sweat from her ass cheeks being wiped all over my face. She was twerking and grinding all over me, my nose being thrust into her open ass cheeks. I could breathe, but only just barely. I was just able to catch the occasional breath of air right before she would turn her body and once again my nose was back in her ass.
I felt her reach behind me and grab the back of my hair. She was using my only scalp to force my face into her ass furthur. Now I couldn't breath at all, there wasn't one iota of space between my face and her butt cheeks. I had no idea how much time was passing, but I knew that if I wasn't able to get a breath in soon that I was going to be in trouble. Was this how it was going to end for me? Drowning in ass? Well, there were certainly worse ways to go out, that was for sure.
I could feel myself becoming drowsy, my ability to push my head back was weakening. Just as spots started to appear in the periphery of my vision Samantha decided to take pity on me and released e from her grip. As soon as I was able to I took a deep and raspy gulp of air before I started coughing. It would appear that Samantha wasn't fucking around, not one bit.
She turned around so she could enjoy me in my frazzled state. I was coughing up a fit and breathing as if I had just finished sprinting through an entire marathon. She cracked up laughing watching how weak and indisposed I was. If i'm being totally honest, there was a part of me that enjoyed the way that she was looking at me. There was something about her rueful gaze that was a total turn on to me. I don't think that I had ever met a woman more powerful or in control. Even just the idea of her being my coach was pretty hot, but now that I was actually worshipping her body? This was an turn that I definitely didn't see coming.
"And how was that, sweet little Benjamin?" She asked, obviously loving every minute of watching me squirm.
I opened my mouth to speak, but before I was able to get as much as a single word out she once again turned around and thrust her backside right into my face. I didn't even have enough time to close my mouth. Once again I found myself totally without the ability to breath, though at least this time I wasn't nearly as taken by surprise from it. I knew that the only way I was going to get through this would be to conserve all of the oxygen that I possibly could, and the only way that I would be able to do that would be to relax. I did the best I could, relaxing is easier said than done when you have somebody twerking all over your face.
I did much better this time, lasting way longer before I began to feel myself losing control again. Once again Samantha had her hand on the back of my scalp, but this time when she moved her hand away instead of letting my breath, she decided to clamp my nostrils shut. Now the only way that I could
get the air that I desperately needed would be to breath through my mouth. My mouth that was still in contact with her asshole. Damn, Samantha was something of an evil genius. I tried to stay holding my breath, Samantha was very hot but breathing in her sweaty ass wasn't exactly the most appealing thought to me. She clearly had other plans for me however. There was no way out for me, if I wanted to breath in I was going to have to inhale her ass.
After another ten seconds of resisting, I finally opened my mouth and took a deep inhale in. She started laughing as soon as she saw that her devious little plan had worked flawlessly. I felt totally humiliated. What was even worse was that we weren't along in the room. She had two other women, both of whom I recognized from my cheerleading try out in the room with her to help for back up. So not only did I have to deal with the embarrassment of having to breath in Samantha's sweaty ass, but I also had to deal with both other woman staring at me laughing their asses off.
I can't lie though, there was something about servicing this beautiful woman that felt totally natural to me. I was even growing to love the smell of her ass, though it was definitely sweaty. She paused for a moment to thrust her thong down around her knees, and now I found myself starting directly at her puckered butthole. She didn't waste any time getting her fat ass back on my face.
There was something that was totally intoxicating about having my entire vision obscured by her delicious booty. She looked so looming and domineering staring back at me, that giggle smile plastered all over her face. I belonged to her, I had given myself over to her completely. I don't think there was a single thing that she could have asked me to do that I wouldn't have done for her in that moment. Even more than that, she knew it. I didn't have to say a single word, it was obvious from how enthusiastically I was serving her that I was into to what was happening. I understand now why they had had such a hard time keeping a boy on the team before. They needed somebody who was willing to serve Samantha, even if that meant hunderking down and getting all kinds of familiar with her glorious ass. They needed a man like me, somebody who knew that his natural place was beneath a woman, serving her. They needed me, and I was so glad to be found. I could let my mind go totally blank, there was nothing that I had to think about or be in charge of. Instead, I got to relax and subject to the whim of whatever it was that Samantha desired from me. And hey, they fact that I got to see that glorious booty close up definitely was a bonus as well!
I stuck my tongue wideout and appreciated feeling it caress every single inch of her toned ass. Her rigorous workout routine had definitely not gone to waste! When she moved her body and positioned herself closer to me, I plunged my tongue deep into her crack, licking all the way from her clit to the her tailbone, and not missing a single inch in between. Even though she was trying to maintain her dome demeanor, I couldn't felt but notice that when I licked her asshole a shiver went all the way up her spine. She was loving every single moment of it, of that I was sure. Now she was right up against my face, and I was fucking her asshole with my tongue! She reached a hand down and began stroking her clit while rocking her body back and forth against my face. When she came, she came LOUD! It was almost as if a bomb went off. It suddenly made a lot more sense to me why she had chosen a room that was so far away from everything else that was on the campus.
Finaly, after giving herself a monster orgas, she lifted her body away from me, pulling her pink thong back up under her skirt. Turning around, I could see that she was a little out of breath, but she still had the dominant gaze over my that melted me like butter.
I heard somebody approach me from behind, and felt a pair of scissors against the side of my forearm. In one simple swipe, all of the duct tape that had restrained my arms so dutify fell in tatters on the floor beneath me. I placed my hands back in front of me, looking at my mistreated limbs. My hands had turned a bright shade of purple, and now that the blood was flowing again I could feel my entire hand becoming engulfed in the pins and needles feeling. I rubbed my raw hands back and forth, waiting for the sensation to return.
"Well now, it seems like you may have what it takes to join us after all. I'll admit, some of the other ladies on the cheer team had their doubts, but me? I always thought that you might have potential. you certainly know how to serve a dominus, that's before. It's almost hard to believe that you don't have prior training, you seemed positively broken in." Samantha said with a smile.
"What can I say, I'm a team player." I responded with a smile on my face. It appeared that I had passed the second portion of my audition with flying colors. I usually wasn't much of an overachiever, but when the over achieving meant getting a face full of her amazing ass? Well then, sign me up.
`One of the cheerleading coaches behind me helped me to my feet. As she did though I immediately became embarrassed. I was sporting a rock hard erection that hasn't gone down one bit. Nobody had noticed it when I was kneeling on the ground, but now that I was standing? It looked as if I was pitching a tent in my pants!
`I felt Samantha's eyes lower to my rock hard member.
"Oh, why hello there. It would appear somebody like cheer a whole awful lot." She said, giving me a large smile with raised eyebrows.
"What can I say? I guess I just born a cheer leading natural. It's in my blood, apparently."
Her response to this was a hearty laugh, followed by walking up close to me. I could smell her perfume now that a part of her that wasn't her ass was close to me Very slowly, she reached a hand down and began stroking me through my pants. Waves of pleasure radiated from all over my body. I hadn't yet got the chance to touch myself, and I haven't jacked off that morning in the hope that it would increase my testosterone for the try out. In other words, I was dying to shoot a load. Samantha took one long look at my face and read me as if I was a book, all the while with a knowing smile plastered on her face. As soas I felt her hands slife over my cock I was once again putty in her hands. I didn't have to say a single word for her to know how badly I wanted her. I stayed like that for a solid minute, totally frozen in the waves of pleasure that she was sending throughout my body with every single stroke.
And then suddenly, out of nowhere she stopped at once. I make an audible gasp, retching my hips forward and closer to her. It was totally obvious by now that I would have done anything, absolutely anything, if she were to just finish me off then and there.
It was clear that she had other plans in mind though. She gave my cock a little pat saying:
"Well, I guess now I know that you'll have to keep coming to practice. After all, you want to earn cumming, don't you?"
My eyes were as wide as dinner plates.
"Yes mistress, all I want is for you to make me cum, please."
She didn't budge however. It was clear that I wasn't going to get it today, even though every single cell of my body was aching for it.
She did have a point though. I definitely wasn't going to be missing any cheer leading practices! Not if they were all like this one. In fact, I think I just might have become a lifelong fan of the sport, and maybe learned something about myself along the way.
END
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Extra credit has never been so easy in my life. I rested on my knees, the ass in front of my occupying my entire field of view like it was a lunar eclipse. She had kept the underwear on for now, but I had a suspicion that would be coming off sooner than later.
Ms. Kayleigh was unlike any librarian I have had before or since. She had long auburn hair that dangled down to her waist unless she decided to wear it a bun held together by a spare pencil. She was my favorite part of visiting the library, that's for sure. Not jus
t because of my magnetic attraction to her, mind you. She really was an exceptional librarian; always handy with am obscure book location or some advice for a research study. I seemed as if there was little that she didn't know. I had been going to the library all of my life, and now that I was nineteen I knew that my days at the library would be coming to a close sooner rather than later.
