A loaded offer

"What sort of game are you playing, young lady?" You demand.

"What do you mean, Mr. Clarkson?" She replies coyly.

You were angry, frustrated, and incredibly turned on. Closing your eyes, you count to 10, trying to calm yourself down.

"You ran into me deliberately yesterday and filched my ID." You accuse her.

"Well, it is kind of obvious now, I admit, but your ID sliding out of your pocket was a fortuitous accident." She admits.

With a quick hop, she sits on one of the desks in the front row.

Panicking, you hiss out, "Don't you dare; anyone could walk in."

Jennifer leaned back on the desk, spreading her legs. "And just what would they see, hmm? Mr. Clarkson, red-faced, with his cock throbbing in his pants, getting ready to fuck his student's needy pussy.

Looking into her hazel eyes with that same sexy little smirk. You couldn't decide whether to scream, shake some sense into her, or plow her into the desk.

Hopelessly out of your depth, you stare at the ceiling, gathering your frayed reason.

"Is this some sort of sick game?" you ask.

Jennifer leans forward and counters, "What if it's a genuine offer?"

Stunned, it's all you can do to ask her, "But why?"

Taking pity on you, Jennifer explains, "I ran into you to make sure you weren't gay."

Trying to process that, you round your desk, collapsing on your chair.

Confused, you mumble, "You were what?"

Hopping off the desk, she leans against your desk. "It was spur of the moment, but a man would have to be dead or gay to not get hard when someone with a body like mine is grinding on their crotch."

Staring into Jennifer's eyes, you stammer, "We've never met. How did you..."

Moving halfway around your desk, Jennifer explains, "Last week I was home, just me and the housekeeper, when the news came on."

You nod, and she continues, "Donna was my coach for 3 years. I recognized the car and her license plate from the news mentioning two people dying in an accident with a drunk driver. Then when she wasn't here on the first day of classes and then they cancelled our team meeting, it seemed like an opportunity."

"Opportunity for what?" you ask.

Moving till she's just inches from you. Jennifer Marlow tells you, "What I want is simple, silly. We haven't elected a cheer captain."

Sitting back in your chair, you state, "And you want to be Captain."

Jennifer's sexy smirk widens in triumph. Leaning into you, she places her hands on either side of your head. When you don't fight back, she straddles your thighs. You could feel the furnace of her shaven twat through your slacks. Your hand naturally moved to cup her ass as her glorious tits squished into your chest. Smelling her perfume mixed with the scent of an aroused female, all you could do was moan.

Jennifer whispers into your ear. "Make me cheer captain, and my pussy is yours ALL YEAR LONG."

Feeling your cock buck in your pants, she continues, "You like that, don't you, Mr. Clarkson? You know what, I won't even make you wrap up either."

Unconsciously your right hand, shaking in excitement, cups Jennifer's left breast, massaging the orb.

"Just think about never having to wear a condom. Shooting your hot cum deep inside me whenever you want."

Jennifer nibbles on your ear, and gripping her ass cheek, you thrust up into her, all but lost.

Jennifer growls, "I'm on the pill, but you know it's not 100%; maybe you'll get lucky. Wouldn't it be so hot, me waddling to receive my diploma, everyone whispering, "Who knocked up the head cheerleader?"

Your breath was getting ragged as Jennifer rubbed her twat back and forth over your pants-encased cock. Visions of you fucking an obviously pregnant Jennifer Marlow doggy style. Followed by one of her feeding you a milk-filled tit as she slowly rode you.

Lost, you grab Jennifer's head, mashing your mouth to hers; you attack her lips and tongue. Maddened by lust, you break the kiss, your lips moving to her neck. You begin to suck hard, wanting to mark her as yours for everyone to see.

Angling her head to give better access, she moans out, "I'll take this as a yes."

Growling your fingers attack the buttons of Jennifer's shirt, your mouth watering with the need to taste her nipples.

Jennifer wraps her arms around your head and thrusts your head into the valley between her breasts. "I want you to promise me something."

Frantically you feel for the zipper to her skirt. Coming up for air, you reply, "Anything."

Jennifer reached behind herself, her hands brushing yours aside. You hear the rasp of a zipper, and she removes her skirt, throwing it onto the floor next to you.

It had been almost 25 years since that last time you saw a bare pussy that wasn't on a television screen. It was nice and pink, her clit was fully extended, a meal fit for a king.

Jennifer cradled your head with her hands. Staring deep into your eyes, she stated her final demand, "Promise me you'll help me become valedictorian. In return I'll turn the whole cheer team into your personal harem, and any other senior girl you fancy."

You have a quick vision of Jennifer and her two friends lying in your bed wearing only your collar. Pleasuring you and each other, their engorged bellies further denote your ownership.

"I promise," you growl. You tightly grasp Jennifer's shirt with every intention of ripping it open.

All of a sudden something runs into your door.

In a panic you let her shirt go and grab her ass. Twisting the chair, you drop to the floor. Jennifer grunts as you plop on top of her, your hand over her mouth silencing her.

Your classroom door opens, and you silently pray that you and Jennifer are safely hidden behind your desk.

"Must have already gone to lunch," Principal Smalley thinks out loud.

The door closes, leaving you and Jennifer alone. Removing your hand from her mouth, you stare down at her.