Taking you kitty style

You watch in the mirror as Becky pulls a strap-on out of her bag. You can see that it’s the same shade of blue as the school colors as she holds it up for the camera. “Tell me Jane, do you know what a spirit stick is?” Becky asks as she reaches between your legs, cupping your dripping pussy gathering up your juices.

You nod your head, watching her in the mirror transfixed as she begins to rub your wetness across the toy making it glisten. “I’ve got a friend who cheered, she said it was like a lucky talisman that represented school spirit” you answer breathlessly as the teen slips into the harness attached to the toy.

“Aww how cute you’re not a completely empty headed cheerslut after all” she teases as she leans forward and slides the head of the strap-on between the folds of your lips. The sensation makes you moan involuntarily and your hands clench the sheets of your bed. Becky chuckles darkly as she leans down, pressing her ample chest into your back her hard nipples sliding across your fevered skin, and playfully nips your neck. “Looks like someone can’t wait to be filled with school spirit” she says cupping your chin making you look directly into the camera. “Beg me to fuck you Janeie slut. I want you to let everyone see what a wanton little whore you really are”. As she says this she uses her other hand to tap the head of her toy against your swollen clit. The sensation and her words making you gasp and shudder.

As much as a part of you wants to deny it, one look in the mirror and you know it’s just as she says. There you are, on your knees, skin flush with arousal, naked, and your eighteen year old student/cheerleader about to mount you with a strap on. Yet despite the fact that the rational part of your mind is crying out how wrong this is, a more primal part of yourself, one that you never knew existed, has been awoken and is enjoying the feeling of being used like this. It’s that part that answers for you as you can’t seem to stop the words from pouring out of your mouth.

“Please Mistress Becky,” you babble franticly as you wiggle your hips desperately trying to coax the strap-on into your steamy pussy, “please fuck me. Fuck your little cheerslut; I’ll be a good little whore for you. Just please let me cum.”

Becky laughs as she leans back and grabs a handful of your disheveled red curls. “You heard her ladies”, she taunts to the camera, “Miss Doe is now officially my cheerslut whore. Now since she asked so nice I’m gonna make this little slut come all over her own bed. And Amber”, Becky smirks at the camera, “After I put my mark on that tight ass of yours, you’re next ‘captain’”.

With that Becky starts to slide her strap-on into your dripping pussy. Her debasement of you has you so wet the toy slips in smoothly, drawing a moan from you as every inch of it sends waves of ecstasy through your body. If it wasn’t for her grip on your hair your head would’ve dropped from the pleasure. Instead she holds you firmly resulting in the camera getting a perfect shot of your reaction.

Your mouth opens in an “O” as you continue to moan, as your eyes flutter and nearly roll back in your head, and your hands ball up the sheets. When she finally has the toy buried all the way inside you, you gasp at the sensation and feeling of her curvy hips pressing against your ass.

“Wow you really are a slut Janeie”. Becky teases, “Taking the whole thing at once. Did your student get her little teachers’ pussy that wet?”

“Oh god” you gasp. “Please Mistress…”

Becky swats your ass playfully “Now, now my little cheerslut. Patience is a virtue, besides I’ll be fucking what little brains you have out soon enough”, she teases as she ruffles your hair.

Becky then begins to rock her hips back and forth sliding the strap-on in and out of your cunny setting a steady pace. The combination of the pleasure from her toy stroking the walls of your pussy and the slight sting in your scalp as she uses your hair like a mane makes you cry out. This seems to be the response she was looking for as Becky quickens her thrusts. “You like that Jane”, Becky pants as you see her impressive chest bounce in the mirror as she fucks you from behind, “you like getting you hair pulled while getting fucked on your hands and knees like a slut?”

“God yes Miss, feels so goooood”, you moan. The red light on her phone lets you know that it’s recording every word, every moan, and every reaction of your body as you submit to her and let her treat you like her personal plaything. Part of you is ashamed you just admitted to enjoying letting her fuck you like this on camera. That you’d let another girl, a student even; treat you like a mindless fuck toy. Yet you can’t deny that some part of you finds being collared like a pet and used like this exciting and is enjoying it. The little bells on your collar jingling as your body rocks in time with her thrusts, almost seeming to taunt you merrily. Their tinkling only serves to further solidify her conquest of you, marking your fall from teacher and coach to fucktoy and pet. Yet you can’t deny a part of you is turned on by that fact and even enjoys losing control to this girl. And the more you enjoy it the more ashamed you feel, which maddeningly only seems to arouse you more. This creates a loop that threatens to fry your already fevered mind.

“Not such a good girl now are you Janeie”, Becky taunts her hips slapping against your ass, as her thrusts get faster and deeper making you moan again.

“God nooooooo. I’m a bad girl, bad little cheerslut. Getting fucked, ohhhh god,fuuuuucked by one of my students. So baaaaaaad” you moan clawing at your sheets now as the combination of shame and arousal is affecting you in ways you never thought possible. Paired with Becky’s skill with her strap-on your mind is left in a fevered haze you’ve never experienced before. All thought is swept aside as you succumb to the physical pleasure, as you’re unable you to resist this wicked teen cheerleader.

“If you’re such a bad girl maybe I should spank you again”, Becky pants releasing your hair and grabbing onto the leash instead. “Well my little cheerslut, do you need another spanking?”

Your mind cries out against letting her spank you again as she’s fucking you, that to let her spank you on camera as you moan and writhe while she fucks what little sense you have left away. Yet once again your body betrays you as you cry out. “Yessss, spank me….been soooo nauuuughty”.

“Oh you are going to fit in just fine her my little cheerslut”, Becky laughs as she swats your ass just enough to sting as she pulls back on the leash forcing you to arch your back. “Pretty soon everyone will know just how much of a slut our newest little teacher really is. Smile for the camera Jane” Becky taunts as she begins to thrust her hips faster swatting your ass as she does. The stinging sensation on your ass seems to make your pussy even more sensitive and soon you’re hollowing like a cat in heat.

Suddenly Becky pulls on the leash, hauling you up so your back is pressed against her. This leaves you riding her toy on your knees, letting the camera see it slide in and out of your dripping cunny. She grabs your chin, turning your head to kiss you ravenously. As she devours your mouth with hers her free hand slides down your body and finds your swollen clit which she begins to flicker with her fingertips. This proves too much for you and your body trembles and shudders as you cry out into her mouth as the most intense orgasm of your life wracks your body.

One of your hands clutches at the fingers teasing your clit while the other winds behind Becky’s head desperately trying to hold on as your body writhes uncontroably. You ride out your mind shattering orgasm on Becky’s strap on, before she breaks the kiss leaving you panting as she slows the pace of her fucking, easing you down and drawing a few smaller ones from you before allowing you to fall forward, burying your face into the sheets as her strap-on slips wetly from your trembling pussy.

You groan in a mixture of disappointment, relief, and exhaustion as Becky sits back and wiggles out of the harness for her strap-on.

“Damn Janeie you really must’ve enjoyed yourself”, Becky giggles. “You really made a mess of your bed”. As you start to come back to your senses you can feel how soaked your sheets are and a small part of your mind is shocked at how hard you came. “I bet you soaked them all the way through to the mattress”. You blush furiously at the thought but are quickly distracted as Becky slides off the bed and walks over to kneel next to you. “And just look at how wet you got my strappy”. She teases, holding up her glistening toy before slowly licking it clean as she fixes you with a smoldering stare. “Mmmmm damn girls she even tastes as sweet as she looks, I just might have to charge extra for that. Well that’s all for now bitches”, she says to the camera as she takes a hold of your hair and makes you look at the camera, “I’m off to start collecting on all the forfeits that my little cheerslut has won for me. Say good night Janeie slut”.

Your blush deepens as you mumble “goodnight” for the camera.

“Well that was a lot of fun Jane, but as I said I’ve got a lot of forfeits to collect and the night is young. But don’t worry we’ve got the whole weekend to train you how to be a good little cheerslut. I’ll send someone to pick you up in the morning and we can see about continuing your lessons”. With that Becky gets dressed and heads for the door. Just before she leaves she turns to look at you and an evil grin crosses her face as she gets an idea.

“Oh and Janeie cat”, she says licking her lips; “I want you to sleep in those sheets tonight. I want you to remember how hard you came for me my little cheerslut.” And with a final wink she slips out your apartment door and into the night.

As you lay there in your sheets soaked with a mixture of girl cum and sweat, your scent and Becky’s mingled together serve to ignite a little spark low down in your belly and you can’t help but gently run your fingers through your pussy lips.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” you think as you continue to tease yourself. “Not only did I just let a student fuck me like some cheap slut in my own bed, but now I’m getting turned on laying here Jilling off to our scent! Oh god who is she off to see with that video? Who is she going to have pick me up in the morning; will they know what she made me do tonight?” As these thoughts race through your head you rub your pussy faster and faster till you push yourself to another, all be it smaller orgasm. As the final quake subsides you drift off to sleep with a mixture of anticipation and dread.