You wish for more humiliation

Taylor watches your dick go limp and laughs harder, making her big breasts shake. She must be turned on, her nipples are very visible through her cheerleader top.

This is so hot, you can't help wishing it would happen again and again.

"Jerk it some more, loser," commands Taylor between giggles.

You jerk your limp cock again as she takes more pictures. She gets lots of shots with the pool of your spent jism in the picture, to show that you were too much of a perv to stop jerking just because you came.

Taylor moves in behind you. She leans in to take a picture over your shoulder and her breasts brush against the back of your head. Within the next two jerks you're hard again.

"Okay, that's enough," says Taylor as she walks back in front of you.

You keep jerking.

"I said that's enough!" Taylor kicks your leg hard and you stop. She grabs your chin and lifts your gaze up to her face. It's the first time anyone even half as hot as Taylor has ever touched you. "John, you're already a loser, at least learn to do what you're told.

"Now, my parents are out of town tonight and I want you to come by at eight. I have some special plans for you. No more jerking until then, I'll know if you jerked off and I'll kick your ass right out. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good, now get the fuck out of here."

You stand up and head for the door so fast that you almost forget to pull your pants up. Shoving your cock back into them is almost painful, you're too hard for it to go in easily. You leave the coach's office with a raging boner in your pants.

Eventually it goes back down, but then your next class has a couple of cheerleaders in it. Seeing them makes you think about jerking off in front of them. You spend the rest of the day trying to hide the tents that constantly form in your pants. It's a relief when school ends and you can hide it at home.

Fighting the urge to jerk off is nightmarish. The memory of Taylor ordering you around keeps running through your head. Every bit of porn you have seems to poke out from under the bed, from behind your textbooks, and from all your other hiding places. You resist looking.

Finally, the time to leave rolls around. You make up an excuse to your parents and head out. You speed all the way to Taylor's, but luckily no cops stop you.

Finally you get to the head cheerleader's house. It's one of the biggest in town, everybody knows where Taylor lives. You knock on the door, then shuffle from foot to foot while mumbling, "Come on, come on, please hurry!"

When the door opens, you drop your jaw at what you see.