First: roleplaying

“Uhh, uhh, uhh,” the man stammered desperately, “You’ll even do games?”

Heather pressed her erect b-cup tits into his face and gave them another wag. “Sure.”

“Okay okay okay, pretend I’m Coach Johnson, and you’ve been a bad little cheerleader. Go in the bathroom and start masturbating.”

Heather skipped into the bathroom and closed the door. Sitting on the grimy toilet, she flipped up her skirt and fingered her pussy energetically.

The ‘coach’ opened the door. “What the hell? We just lost the big game against… Othercollege Tech because you weren’t there to lead the cheers! And you’ve been in the locker room the whole time fingering yourself?!”

“I’m sorry Coach Johnson,” said Heather, her voice dripping with sexual need, “I just got so horny thinking about your big, fat cock.”

Heather did such a good job playing the horny cheerleader that her client’s cock got even harder, making him groan from pain as it strained against his pants. He kept going, determined to live out his fantasy.

“Well, you can’t do that! Get out in my office so I can give you a spanking!”

He took her hand and dragged her out of the bathroom. As soon as he sat on the bed Heather plopped on his lap and flipped her skirt up over her waist. Overexcited by the round, naked ass in front of him, the john reared back and smacked her butt harder than he meant to.

Heather let out a low moan. She didn’t like being hit, but she knew it was important for a prostitute to pretend to like everything. Unfortunately for her, the ‘coach’ didn’t realize she was pretending.

“Wow, you really like being spanked hard!”

And now she did. “Harder, Coach Johnson! I’ve been a bad girl and I need a hard spanking!”

Unable to believe his luck, he gave her another hard smack. She rewarded him with a louder moan. He spanked her even harder, which turned her on even more and made her let out a louder moan.

They continued this way until Heather screamed, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m such a slut, Coach Johnson! I just need your big cock! Please fuck my slutty cheerleader pussy with your huge cock!”

Totally crazy with lust now, the dark haired man pulled the blond cheerleader off his lap and threw her onto the bed. He pulled his stained jeans down around his ankles and climbed on top of her without even taking his shoes off. His cock plunged into her pussy so hard she screamed in delight. He pistoned in and out of her savagely.

“You love my hard cock, don’t you!”

“Yes!”

“You’re a little slut, aren’t you!”

“Yes, Coach Johnson!”

“You’re just a little whore who’s always **** for a fuck, aren’t you? Say it!”

“I’m a little whore who’s always **** for a fuck! Oh god, fuck me Coach, FUCK ME!!”

His jism gushered into the girl. She came immediately and added her juices to his. With his cock still hard he continued bouncing on top of her. Every contortion of her sweet little face turned him on. How could such an innocent looking girl be such a wild prostitute?! He shot his fourth load into her and they both finally collapsed in a heap.

“Uh, Coach?”

“Eh? You can stop calling me that now.”

“Okay,” she said. “But now what?”

“Hmm?” he laid his head down on her chest, barely able to stay awake. “About what?”

“I’m still horny.”