A familiar face returns

A few minutes later the familiar face of the black cheerleader returned. She came back from her laps, bent over and touched her toes right next to Lucas. She was breathing hard, sweat pouring down her dark skin, tits hanging down from the position. Lucas was so focused on fucking Jenna that he almost didn’t notice her until she spoke out loud again.

“Please spank my ass, sir!”

Touched by the girl’s devotion after all the laps and punishment she had already taken, Lucas slowed his thrusts for a moment. “You can just stay bent over like that,” he told her. “While I reward your dedication to your training.”

He reached down and pulled her soaked panties down her legs. The fabric was dark with sweat. She stayed perfectly bent over, ass and pussy exposed. Lucas didn’t wait. He plunged two fingers into her pussy. She wobbled in place as the sudden wave of pleasure hit her, a shaky moan escaping her lips while her legs trembled from exhaustion and the new sensation.

As the cheerleaders continued to dance and cheer for him, the gym was filled with the constant rhythm of their chants, clapping hands, and the slap of their feet on the polished floor. Their bare tits bounced freely with every move, drawing Lucas’s eyes as he kept thrusting into Jenna. The petite bob-cut cheerleader’s moans suddenly grew much louder right beside Camila. Her body tensed hard, hips grinding against the coach’s face as she came loudly all over Coach Torres’s mouth and chin. The girl’s legs shook violently for a few seconds before she collapsed backward, passing out from the overwhelming pleasure. She lay on the floor breathing heavily, eyes closed, a satisfied but exhausted look on her face.

Lucas laughed as he watched the tiny woman lying there. Her once-strict coach had just made her cum that hard while staying locked in the worship pose the entire time. But when he looked at Camila, her dark eyes were fixed only on him. She stared at Jenna with clear envy, watching every thrust Lucas gave the cheer captain. The coach wanted to be in Jenna’s place badly, but she couldn’t ask. She stayed silent, waiting for any command from her God.

Lucas glanced over at Megan. She had finished the punishment and was no longer hitting Camila with the kendo stick. The stick rested neatly against her leg as she stood there in Caroline’s blouse and pencil skirt, professional as ever.

He called both women over. “Megan. Camila. Come here.”

Camila got to her feet insanely quick. Her bronze skin was covered in red marks across her ass and tits from all the strikes, but her face showed nothing but pure devotion. She approached Lucas with her hands joined together in front of her and her head bowed low. Megan walked over and stood beside her, waiting calmly.

“Megan, I want you to click pictures and videos of this moment,” Lucas said. “I want you to document it thoroughly.”

Megan nodded right away. She pulled out her phone, opened the camera, and started recording. She moved slightly to get good angles of the cheerleaders still dancing in formation, their bare tits bouncing with every step and jump they made. The phone captured everything without any hesitation from her.

“Meanwhile, you my dear Camila…” Lucas continued, looking at the older woman.

“Yes my Lord!?” Camila replied instantly, her voice eager even before he finished speaking.

“I want you to show these young women who you’re supposed to guide what actual dedicated cheerleading full of devotion could look like. You’d do that for me, won’t you?”

Camila didn’t even hesitate. She fell straight to the floor in front of him. Her hands grabbed Lucas’s feet and she started kissing them repeatedly, pressing her lips against his shoes over and over with total reverence. “I shall show them how to worship your holiness my Lord,” she said, voice full of passion. She got back to her feet quickly, grabbed a pair of pom poms that were lying on the floor nearby and pushed some of the cheerleaders aside to make space for herself in the middle of the group.