Cheerleader's

I am really sorry, I once again copied the chapter from the draft file. Not many changes, just some dialogue improvements.

Kyle couldn't help but chuckle, the power rush coursing through his veins as he watched the football hulk swallow his cum. He gave Britney a nod of approval, and she beamed back at him, her cheeky grin saying it all.

Cory, on the other hand, was practically vibrating with need. She looked up at Kyle with those puppy-dog eyes, her mouth watering for more of him. He knew what she wanted, and he decided to indulge her. "Come here, pet," he called out, his voice a low growl that made her stomach flip.

Cory practically tripped over herself following her master back to the cupboard. once inside, she knelt before him without missing a beat. He reached down and took his balls in her moth, gently massaging his ballsack, letting his cock recovering after the round with Britney.

Kyle watched his **** try to get his nuts in his mouth, looking like the hamster from a funny youtube clip. "You like my balls that much?"

"Yes, Master," Cory murmured, her voice barely audible over the thump of the bass. She backed down, "I love the taste of your balls."

"Good girl," Kyle said, his hand moving from to her hair, guiding her head in a slow rotating movements. "Why don't you continue then?" He indicated on his balls with a smug smile, already knowing her answer.

Cory didn't hesitate. She took his balls into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them with a gentle enthusiasm that made Kyle's cock throb in anticipation. The party raged on around them, but in that small cupboard, it was just the two of them. The sound of Cory's eager sucking filled the space, mingling with the occasional muffled cheer from outside. Kyle leaned back against the wall, his hand still in her hair as he guided her movements.

"M-master, would you fuck me today?," Cory whispered, her voice trembling with need. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with hope.

Kyle's cock twitched at the sight of her desperation, but he had other plans for the night. "Patience, my pet," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You are just a fluffer for now."

He pressed her mouth back on his balls, his hand tightening in her hair. "Make it good," he ordered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. Cory's eyes lit up with determination, and she went to work with renewed vigor. Her mouth was wet, her tongue dancing over his skin, her teeth gently grazing his sack.

Kyle's cock grew harder with every flick of her tongue, his hips pushing slightly forward into her eager mouth. He groaned, feeling the pressure build, but just as he was about to let go, there was a knock on the cupboard door.

"Hey, you guys still in there?" Britney's voice was muffled but clear. "The party's over, and Brad's out cold in his bed."

Cory's eyes snapped up to meet Kyle's, her expression one of disappointment. Kyle smirked and pulled her off his cock, his hand releasing her hair with a gentle tug. "Looks like we'll have to save that for another time," he said, his voice filled with promise.

They slipped out of the cupboard, the music from the party fading into the background as they made their way through the mess of discarded cups and snack wrappers. Brad's room was at the end of the hall, the door open a crack. Britney leaned in, peeking through the gap before turning to them with a wicked smile. "Perfect," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

They found Brad sprawled out on the bed, passed out cold from a night of heavy drinking. Britney's eyes danced with mischief as she turned to Kyle, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Looks like Brad's out for the night," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper that sent a thrill through Cory's body.

Kyle's gaze flicked to Cory, and she knew what he was thinking. But she also knew her place, and she stepped aside as he approached the bed, his cock already hardening with the promise of conquest. "Do you have any condoms?" he asked Britney, his voice casual despite the tension that hummed in the air.

"No need," Britney purred, her voice low and smoky. "I promised Brad we'd go bareback tonight." She straddled Brad's **** body, her skirt riding up to expose her bare ass. "But for you, Kyle... I want to feel every inch of you inside me, right on top of my stupid boyfriend!"

Cory watched as her master positioned himself behind Britney, his cock poised at her wet entrance. With one swift motion, he plunged into her, making her gasp. Britney leaned forward, her palms flat on her boyfriends' chest as she took Kyle's length, her body bouncing slightly with each thrust.

Kyle's eyes rolled back in pleasure, his hand reaching around to cup Britney's large, round breasts. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, a stark contrast to Brad's rhythmic snores. Cory's hand stole to her own pussy, her fingers slipping under her panties to stroke her clit as she watched the scene unfold.

Britney's tits, now free from the constraints of her skimpy top, bounced in Brad's face, while Kyle enjoyed an occasional squeeze as he thrust into her from behind. Her tongue fell out of her open mouth and dripped saliva on her boyfriend's **** face.

"Fuck me, daddy! You are so much better than my stupid boyfriend," Britney moaned, her voice echoing through the dimly lit room. Cory felt a sting of envy as she watched her master claim Britney's body, her own fingers working her clit in time with Kyle's thrusts.

Kyle grunted in response, his eyes locked on Cory's. "You like watching this, don't you, pet?" His voice was gruff with arousal. "You wish you could have that cock in you right now."

Cory nodded, biting her lip to keep from crying out. She watched as Britney's cheeks flushed with pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head as Kyle's cock filled her up. The sight was almost too much for Cory to bear, but she knew her role tonight.

Britney's moans grew louder as Kyle pounded into her, her body tightening around him. Her orgasm washed over her like a wave, her muscles clenching and releasing, her eyes fluttering shut. With a final, guttural groan, she came, her pussy gushing around his cock. Kyle didn't stop, though. He kept thrusting, his eyes on Cory, watching her stroke herself as she took in the scene.

Getting near his own orgasm, Kyle grabbed Britney's hair in a fistful, pulling her back all the way to his face and greedily claiming her mouth, forcing his tongue into her throat. He felt her body shiver around him as she reached her second climax, her walls tightening and her moans muffled by their kiss.

With a final, powerful thrust, Kyle emptied himself inside her, filling her up with his hot seed. Britney's eyes widened in surprise and pleasure, and she leaned back, panting. Kyle stepped back, his cock slipping out of her with an obscene wet sound.

With a wicked smirk, Britney leaned over Brad's prone body, her chest heaving with the aftershocks of pleasure. She reached for the hem of Brad's shirt and began to lift it up, revealing his well-defined abs. "That's not all, fuck-boy," she breathed, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I promised him a some bareback tonight ."

Her nimble fingers unbuckled Brad's pants, pulling them down just enough to expose his flaccid cock. With a deft flick of her wrist, she coated her fingers in the sticky mix of her juices and Kyle's cum that was still smeared on her thighs. She leaned in closer to Brad's ear, her voice a seductive whisper. "You're going to be so mad you don't remember this," she giggled, her breath hot against his skin.

As she began to smear the mess over Brad's soft member, Kyle watched with a mix of amusement and arousal. The whimper from behind him distrusted him from Britney planting evidence. Behind him was Cory on her knees, hands behind her back, mouth open wide, eyes locked to his, "M-master, please use this slut to clean your cock," she begged, her voice trembling with need.

With a smug smile, Kyle stepped over to her, his still hard member glistening with the evidence. He didn't have to say a word, just nodded, and she leaned in and took him back in her mouth. While his **** worked on cleaning up his cock, Kyle turned to see Britney straddle Brad's soft member, grinding the juice on his crotch.

"By the way, why are you such a bitch?" Kyle felt a bit impervious now with his ****'s mouth on his cock, having just fucked the other girl in the room.

The look of utter disgust and hate Britney gave him was something Kyle hadn’t seen before. "Not your fucking business, fuck-boy!" Her scary expression disappeared and was replaced with her regular naughty cheerleader mask.

"Just make sure you are on a total asshole to that girl!" Britney was finally satisfied with the pattern of Kyle's cum on Brad's crotch and she fell on the bed next to him. Her fingers carefully caressed her boyfriend's face, with almost love.

The whole situation got a bit counter-productive, and Kyle felt his cock wane, Cory whimpered and left it alone with a loud pop, "Sorry, master! Your slut can't make you hard!" She looked real sad, and looked like she was about to cry. Kyle decided it was time to leave before things got too weird, or before Brad woke up and realized what had happened.

"Let's get out of here, pet," Kyle said, his voice still thick with lust as he pulled Cory to her feet. She nodded eagerly, her eyes still locked on his cock as it slowly softened. "Will you forgive me master? For not being able to make you cum again?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Don't worry," he said with a smirk, "I'll make it up to you. Tonight, I'll fuck you so good, I'll even do that little extra thing you like." He promised, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Cory's face lit up like a Christmas tree, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

On that note they said goodbyes to Britney, and to a pair of drunk and stoned couples occupying the couch. Kyle took Cory’s hand and led her out of the house, the night air a cold slap in the face after the sticky heat of the party.

"Let's call an uber."