Slutty cheerleaders

“…cheerleaders! The outfit is so hot, y’know? And not just the outfit, the whole ‘ditzy slut’ thing really gets me going, yeah? I’ve always begged Jo but she refuses do do any sort of role play. Isn’t that bullshit?”Tyler looked at you questioningly. You stared back, having no idea what he just said. You were scared of what he might do, though, and he seemed like he wanted you so you to agree, so you nodded vigorously. You hoped you weren’t agreeing to some change again. “See? Glad someone sees it my way.” He looked down at you appraisingly. “I don’t see a reason to undo Jo’s hard work, though. A latina cheerleader is just as hot, right?” He raised the device and started typing. Your outfit—if it could even be called that—shifted instantly. You were now wearing a cheerleader’s outfit.

Your eyes were suddenly drawn to his muscular frame, visible even through his clothing. Damn, he’s cute! Wait, why the fuck am I thinking about that? I’m not into guys! Unless he…mmm. Wait, huh? What was I thinking about again…?

You put your hands to your head. Everything was suddenly so confusing, your thoughts fuzzy. Your attention shifted to back Tyler. _Mmmm, that guy is, like, a total hunk! _Absentmindedly, you started to work your top up over your breasts.

The room suddenly felt much warmer. Taking off your clothes was sure to fix that, and what better opportunity to show off your body to this guy? “Mmmmm, te gusta?” you asked. Your eyes panned down towards something else that was visible through his clothing, something large pressing against his waistband.

All of a sudden, you were filled with a sudden urge. You needed Tyler’s cock in your mouth. “Ay, papi…” you purred in a low voice. “Estás tan grande...” Not bothering to get up, you crawled across the floor, eyeing your target hungrily. Tyler watched your display, satisfied at his creation. He removed his belt as you fumbled at the zipper, finally pulling his trousers down and ripping away his underwear desperately as his cock sprang free.