No more kid gloves

Cheerslut's hand quickly covered her rogue mouth in surprise. Not only was this vapid giggling uncontrollable, she couldn't say her name. "I said my name is Cheerslut. Cheerslut! Teehee! What the hell is happening, Sam?" Cheerslut looked to her friend for help, but the smirk on the lesbian's face made her think it was too late.

"This is gonna be fun." Sam said aloud, paying all her attention to her phone, Cheerslut's own phone laying between the girls. Cheerslut reached for her phone, finding her body **** to crawl towards Sam, head low and ass high. She could feel her exposed ass wiggling invitingly. When she reached her phone, she found she couldn't get out of this pose: ass straight in the air and her head eye level with Sam's...Cheerslut looked back to her phone. "Three new curses?! What the fuck, Sam? You didn't play?" No matter how much Cheerslut wanted to be mad, to jump up and get away for her perverted roommate, all she could do was pout, giggle, and shake her ass.

"Sorry, but this is too good an opportunity to pass up." Sam said greedily. "Quite the pose, Cheerslut. Are you trying to eat me out?" The look on Sam's face said she already knew the answer.

"Yes." Cheerslut felt it and heard it pour from her mouth, like she was finally getting a promised gift. Before she could correct herself, her upper body leaned forward eagerly and her manicured hands dug into Sam's toned legs. Cheerslut's shocked faced was pressed deeply into the waiting mound of Sam, smelling her wet sex through the short shorts. Sam helpfully moved her pants and panties to the side, revealing her glistening, trimmed pussy to her new toy. Cheerslut giggled playfully, and felt her tongue dart out eagerly. She wanted to scream but find her lips locked with another pair. She squealed in disgust, merely tickling Sam's quivering folds expertly. Sam let out a groan from years of fantasies coming to life, and from the knowledge of things to come. Speaking of come. Sam rested her hands in Cheerslut's silky hair, riding her face in glee.

Cheerslut lapped at Sam's leaking hole like it was her only source of water. She sucked and slurped like a happy little pussy eater, her body betraying her disgust at the pervy action by pulling Sam's body closer and pressing her face deeper. Her nose pressed into Sam's button, and the wrestler arched at the touch, her body heating up from her roommate's apparent skill. "Wow. You've got some moves." Sam complimented. "Do you like doing this?" Sam enjoyed asking lewd questions when she knew what Cheerslut's answer had to be.

Cheerslut rose from Sam's cunt, drawing her first full breath in the last few minutes. She tried to stare daggers at Sam, but knew it was turned into a come hither look. "Yes!" She panted. She could only imagine how alluring she looked to Sam now. Sam saw an eager sex ****, hair tussled from her squeezing thighs, juices dripping down her chin and disappearing between her heaving bosom. The thrusting motion Cheerslut's body was put through had pulled down her worthless top, revealing her perky tits and stiff nipples. Cheerslut's happy giggles sent those sexy orbs into a little dance.

Gesturing to the slut's nipples, Sam asked, "I believe you. Do you want me to play with those?" It was almost too easy. Sam's hand's were halfway to their prize when Cheerslut spoke up.

"Yes!!" She moaned excitedly, and giggling, thrust her lewd knockers into Sam's approaching hands. They sink fully into Cheerlsut's eager flesh, and her body quickly walked forward on its knees, straddling Sam's thick, strong leg. Cheerslut could only gasp and squirm in shock at the sudden, rough handling of her tits, her proud nipples shocked with pleasure. She felt her smooth thighs tighten around Sam's and her pussy ground itself deeply into in. The rippling muscles beneath Sam's skin sent Cheerslut into a panting heat. She thought she might actually cum from being such a whore. Any attempt to question her obedience was met with the singular thought: Sam is the boss.

Each hump brought a whimper from Cheerslut's pouting lips, and Sam thought the next question probably wasn't necessary, but the control she had was just as arousing as the physical contact. "All the begging and pleading for a little action with you, and this whole time you wanted it. Way to keep up both waiting." She tormented Cheerslut with rough twists of her nipples, getting giggling responses from her, and feeling her **** humping grow faster. Cheerslut's hands presented and kneeded her own breasts, helping Sam bring her to the edge. "Are you gonna cum on my leg like a good, little bitch?" Cheerslut's eyes widened at the question as her body gave her answer.

"YES!" she screamed and her body complied. Her legs tightened on Sam's thigh, and her dripping snatch exploded with hot pleasure. Electric tingles shot through her, melting her brain with pleasure. She grabbed onto Sam's powerful hands pushing them deeper into her heavy titflesh. Her giggling moans died out as she finally returned from her orgasmic high. "What...the... Hell.., Sam?" She giggled angrily. Her chest was still heaving from the embarrassing performance. "I thought you would help me but if you're just gonna perv, I'm leaving." She grabbed her phone and started strutting out of her room. She'd lock herself in the downstairs bathroom if she had to. Her slutty body refused to let her cover her bouncing tits, still pink from their ****.

"Stay." Sam commanded, curt and aggressive. Cheerslut felt a tugging at her neck and found she could go no farther away from her tormentor. Clutching daintily at her neck, she felt smooth leather wrapped all around, with a cool metal tag below her chin. She couldn't bring it into view, merely jutting her knockers out lewdly, so she bounced over to her bathroom. As she approached the door, she felt another tug on her neck, veering her away from the bathroom and back toward her previous dancing spot. At least this brought her in view of the vanity, and nothing resisted her as she inspected her neckwear.

It was a dog collar. A goddamn, pink, sparkly dog collar, with a heart shaped tag that read 'Cheerslut'. Upon the back she felt more writing, and when she turned it over, it read 'If found, return to Sam' followed by Sam's actual number. "When did you put this on me?" she asked turning to face her roommate, noticing something new in Sam's hand.

"Just another punishment. You saw you got three, after all. Come here." Sam raised the handle in her hand, and Cheerslut, pulled toward Sam by an invisible lead, felt the tug on her neck a third time. She stumbled slightly before her body corrected to sexual perfection. As Sam adjusted her hand, she felt more tugging on her neck, and found herself approaching the side of the bed next to Sam. Any attempt to move resulted in resistance at her neck. She waited impatiently, trying to control the fear welling up. Her body only stood straight and proud, happy to serve. "Sit." Sam commanded again, a slight tug on the leash to emphasize. Cheerslut started to rest her bouncy ass on the edge of the bed, but was stopped by Sam's stern voice. "Bad girl." At those words, Cheerslut feels a quick slap across her pert rear, eliciting a giggling gasp from her. She shot back up quickly. "Sit." Sam tried again, a sharper tug to the leash. The **** brought Cheerslut to her knees, and she lowered her ass to the floor. "Good girl" praised Sam, stroking the top of her obedient head.

The resulting effect was two-fold. At the verbal praise, Cheerslut felt her walls tighten and moisture drip down her thighs: a small orgasm just from following Sam's command. At the touch of her controller upon her head, she released a shocked moan, feeling as if her scalp was an erogenous zone, as sensitive as her clit. The two combined sensations lead Cheerslut to another, stronger orgasm, leaving her a giggling, moaning mess on her bedroom floor. "What did you do to me?" She asked accusingly.

"Made some improvements, I'd say. Follow me." Sam spoke very casually, loving the new dynamic the App created. "I'd rather do this in my room. I know where all the toys are." She had risen to her feet, and started walking out the room and down the hall. After a few seconds, Cheerslut felt a tugging from the back of her neck, starting to cut off blood flow. She choked a gasp as she was tugged backwards, sprawling onto her back. A rough pull continued to drag the slut across the floor slowly, making her eyes water as her breath shortened. Luckily her body could comply for her, and she found herself rolling over and rising to all fours. Unable to hold her phone, her hand stuck it between her teeth, and she was **** to carry it like a chew toy. Her face was crimson with shame: the head cheerleader reduced to a subservient little whore for her horny roommate. She crawled eagerly, her body wanting to return to its new master.