Robert Vickers
Chained cheerleader

CHAPTER ONE

"Would you ever pose in the nude?" the man asked, his eyes raking over Debbie's prominent tits. She stirred uncomfortably in the chair, wishing for the first time she had worn a bra. The tiny buttons of her nipples hardened visibly at the question. She tried to will them down into their normal soft state, but the more she tried, the harder they became and the more obvious her boobs became.

"No, sir," she said weakly. "I don't believe in such things."

"Good," Mr. Bradford said, checking off another spot on the long questionnaire. "We've had bad problems with the other girls posing naked for those skin magazines. Other teams have dismissed their cheerleaders after too much bad publicity. We want no such thing with the Condors. We're an up-front, moral football team and we intend to maintain that attitude."

"Yes, sir," Debbie said again. She nervously brushed back a strand of her long, lustrous blonde hair. The girl had been sitting on the uncomfortable hardwood chair for over twenty minutes. The interview seemed interminable, but she was willing to go through hell to get this job.

Or non job, really. Cheerleader with the Condors didn't pay very well. Only about fifteen dollars a game, if the rumors were true. But so many of the girls had used their public exposure to go on into a modeling career, Debbie decided she would try it. Besides, all the way through high school, she had always wanted to be a cheerleader. They seemed to end up with all the burly, virile football players. She had been too shy then to try out, but now, with the added bonus of maybe becoming a model to burn away her shyness, she would do just about anything.

Just about.

Debbie was glad that Mr. Bradford didn't want her posing nude. She saw all those magazines of course, but she always wondered how any woman could get up the nerve to bare her all for millions and millions of men.

"One last thing, Miss Connors. You've got to fit into the cheerleading costume. Please try this one on."

The man tossed the skimpy costume across the desk. For a moment Debbie wondered where the rest of it was. She mentally pieced it all together and decided this was it. A g-string to cover her snatch and a tiny little jacket that would barely cover her ample tits and that was all.

"This is all?" she asked, her voice quavering just a little. She was a moral girl and didn't know if she would like being seen in public wearing so little.

"No. There are knee-high boots that come with it. But we have to buy those special, and only for the ones who make the squad. Well," he said, his eyes cold and probing, "put it on."

"Uh, where do I change?" Her green eyes darted around the tiny office. There didn't seem to be any dressing room visible.

"Hell, you can change into it here. I'll turn my back."

His words hardly reassured her, yet she did want the job. She glanced at the man just as he swiveled around in his chair. Debbie thought she could trust Mr. Bradford. After all, he was the general manager of the entire team and that had tote a responsible position.

Her hands shook slightly as she reached out and took the skimpy costume. With sudden resolution, she began stripping off her blouse. Ample tits spilled out and bounced slightly, swaying to and fro in front of her chest. The red nipples were still embarrassingly large, but the man's back was turned. He couldn't see her obvious arousal. She cupped her tits and tried to pour them into the small jacket. They crushed flat against her chest, but she managed to button up the front of the vest.

"Do I have to…" she started.

"All of the costume," the man snapped. "And hurry. I have an appointment in less than ten minutes. I have to decide if you're the right one for this job or not. Other girls are waiting, you know?"

She knew. She had been damned lucky to get such an early appointment with Mr. Bradford. She began unzipping her skirt. The tall, lithe blonde gracefully stepped from her skirt and kicked it away. With a sinuous wiggle, she pulled down her pantyhose.

For no reason at all, she blushed furiously. She looked at the back of the man's head. He hadn't turned to spy on her. It was just her own unease at being more than half naked that was playing on her nerves. She quickly got out of her shocking pink bikini briefs, her blonde pussy hair crinkly and damp. Pulling up the g-string, she wondered if she might not have to shave off some of that snatch patch.

Tiny blonde hairs peeked out over the top of the tiny triangle of cloth. She tried to push her pussy fur back down but it refused to obey her command. Rather than keep the man waiting any longer, she finally said, "okay, Mr. Bradford. I'm ready."

He spun around and his eyes went wild. They couldn't stop anywhere. They danced from her prominent tits to the deep canyon between them to the trim waist and depression of her belly button to her flaring, womanly hips; from her fleshy ass to her thighs velvety, milky and smooth. Tapering legs finished off the picture.

From her vantage point, Debbie could see Mr. Bradford's crotch. A huge lump grew there. She didn't know if she should be happy about that or not. She felt vulnerable, almost naked, and totally uneasy about this situation.

Still she wanted the job. It would put her on nationwide television and she would be discovered. She was tall enough to be a high fashion model. The only problem she saw was that she was well-fleshed, and the super-skinny types usually got the modeling jobs.

Mr. Bradford didn't seem to mind having ample tits and ass. His cock tried to turn cartwheels in his pants.

"Very good, Miss Connors. Very good indeed. You've got the job, if you still want it."

Debbie almost backed out as the man slowly licked his lips. She had heard about casting couches and how it was almost impossible for a model to get high-paying jobs without balling men from the advertising agencies. But Mr. Bradford had beer so firm about her not posing nude for any magazines, she knew he wouldn't proposition her.

And he didn't. She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw him signing his name on the bottom of her contract. She hastily signed after the man. Now she was a member of the Condors, too. But when he looked up at her, a cold chili raced up in spine. The look wasn't one of an employer to an employee. It was leering. Well he demanded. "Get out of that uniform I still got a couple more chicks coming to try out."

"Turn your back," she said weakly. The girl somewhat knew that it wasn't going to work that way this time. And it didn't.

"Look, baby, you're going to be sharing a dressing room with fifty other women, with people coming and going all the time. Some of those people passing through are going to be men. Tough shit. That's the way it works. This is show biz and modesty has no place in it. Do you want me to tear up the contract or are you going to get that costume off?"

The way he said it told Debbie that he wasn't kidding. And what he said was plausible. She knew that big time models sometimes had to put up with dozens of buyers moving through their dressing rooms. There wasn't any privacy at all.

She began unfastening the tiny vest, conscious of his eyes on her. They seemed to devour every single square inch of her naked flesh. She blushed furiously but the man didn't turn his eyes away. If anything, he stared even more.

She tried not to hurry, but she was soon fumbling as she got out of the g-string. Conscious of her naked pussy, she chastely turned to one side. As she bent over, she was aware that this was almost as bad. Her ass was naked, too. The girl wanted to cry but continued until she was safely dressed. The man hadn't quite broken out into a cold sweat watching her, but it was close. He pushed a strand of his hair back nervously, and finally relaxed in his chair.

Debbie could see that he had pulled out his prick and was slowly stroking its turgid length. The purple bell-shaped glans was pulsing hotly and the entire shaft was bright red from jerking off. She backed toward the door, saying, "Will there be anything else, Mr. Bradford?" She hoped the answer would be "no", and it was.

Debbie heaved a sigh of relief when she got to the other side of the door. The feel of the wooden panel cold and secure into her back told her that it was all okay now. She had survived and she had gotten the job!

She floated out of the office, her mind soaring with delight. She hardly knew what path she followed through the densely packed offices and the deserted concrete pillars of the stadium.

Debbie stopped, her reverie broken by a sharp gasp. She cocked her ear, listening more intently. She thought at first someone was in pain. The sound came again louder. It was a moan, but not a moan of pain. It was stark pleasure. Curious, she explored the empty area behind some of the concrete posts.

There, in plain sight, was a couple locked in a passionate embrace. From their position, she could see instantly why the woman was moaning so loudly. A cock the size of a telephone pole rammed repeatedly into her tiny cunt. The woman had her legs in the air, wrapped around the powerful man's waist. This wasn't any casual rape. The woman was enjoying the hell out of this public fucking.

"Oh, Ben, Ben! Do it harder! Fuck me with that swollen cock of yours till I can't take it any more! Fuck meeeeee!"

Her body writhed, her hips jerked and hunched up to meet the inward thrusts of the mighty prick. Debbie was unsure what she should do. She had just escaped from a blatantly sexual situation in the general manager's office. If she had asked Mr. Bradford if he wanted, a piece of ass, she knew what his answer would have been.

He'd have screwed her for the next twenty four hours.

But to come out and see this startled her. She wasn't from any sheltered home but to see two people fucking in the open took her entirely by surprise. Debbie wanted to turn and leave them alone to screw their brains out, but something stopped her. The sight of a man and woman fucking turned her on. She had been getting both scared and hot while she had been with Mr. Bradford. Now there was nothing but total arousal stirring within her.

She felt her pussy begin to froth and churn with desire. How she wished it were her cunt spread wide open for that hard driving, virile cock! She sobbed softly at the sight of the powerful thrusts, the hairy ass tightening and spearing the prick directly into the softly yielding cunt.

The squishing noises told how hard the fucking was. Debbie knew that the friction in the other girl's cunt must be unbearable. The heat would be seeping into her belly and feeling like a puddle of melted lead. It would spread slowly, burning as it went on until the entire body was one giant, quivering, raw nerve ending capable of giving only one sensual pleasure.

"Ben, I need more! Fuck me harder! God, Ben, you're such a fucker. So huge. You fill me up and almost tear me apart. God, oh God, God!"

The man fucked with smoother strokes and more power, driving deeper and deeper with each stroke. Debbie couldn't stand it any more. She knelt down so that the gaping pussy and the cock splitting the pussy lips wide open were at her eye level. She could see every lurid detail.

The cunt lips were folding deep into the pussy as the prick raced up into the superheated fuck tunnel. Frothy cunt oils boiled out as the powerful piston of cockflesh retreated. The huge shaft of manmeat gleamed silver with cunt juice.

Debbie reached down and hiked up her skirt to stroke her slender fingers across her panty clad crotch. She hadn't bothered putting on her pantyhose. The idea of having Mr. Bradford watch that tedious procedure bad frightened her a little more than she had cared to admit. But she had put on her panties. Now her fingers worked under the edge of those pink bikini briefs and found hot cunt lips.

She immediately thrust one of her fingers all the way into her pussy. The feel of that finger wiggling around inside her cunt drove her out of her mind. She was no virgin; she had fooled around a little but not too much. That was something special to do with someone she cared for. Now she was almost sorry she hadn't fucked every stud that had come along. The sight of the dark-haired chick and the mountain of muscle fucking her turned her on and awoke hidden desires in her belly.

"More, Ben darling, fuck me moooore!" the woman sobbed. Her head was rocking from side to side, a dark cascade of hair flying all around until it appeared to be a raven colored halo. The mask of grim pleasure on her face told of her intense arousal. She was on the brink of coming.

Debbie finger fucked herself even faster. She tried to do it with the same rhythm that Ben was fucking the other girl. That way, she could almost imagine herself to be the one on the receiving end of that mighty battering ram of cock. She sobbed and moaned herself as she began to diddle her own clit. Her clit popped up and demanded all the attention she could give it.

She gave it all she could take.

Debbie came a few seconds before the woman getting fucked. But her come wasn't anything as intense; she could tell from the way the other woman's body tensed and then shook like a leaf in a high wind. The ecstasy running amok in that trim body wasn't felt by every woman. It was reserved for only the most passionate and the ones who had been expertly fucked.

"God in heaven, Sherry," the man said, panting harshly. "It feels like your cunt's going to mash my pecker flat. I never felt a chick whose cunt could squeeze down on me like that. It… it's great!"

"Oh, shut up, fucker, and fuck me! I need more of this sweet flicking cock of yours. Don't talk! Aahh! I-I want it all and I want it now!"

"So you want more, huh? Okay, you sex hungry bitch. I'm going to fuck you so hard it'll split you all the way to the chin!"

The man reached out a huge fist and grabbed the girl's slender wrists. He easily held both her hands in the circle of his one. Pushing till she was completely stretched out, her hands pinned high above her head, he began fucking so fast that Debbie saw only a blur of hairy ass.

The woman getting the cock stuffed all the way up her cunt screamed. Debbie couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure. But from the way the girl's legs began to make butterfly motions, up and down on either side of the man's huge body, she guessed it was pleasure. She knew that as her knees went wide on either side, the woman's pussy would contract. As the man pulled out of her tight cunt, the girl's legs up and rubbed along the sides of his body.

Debbie could hardly stand it. She wanted to race over and shove the man off his perch to get to his prick herself. The girl had never felt like this before. But then she had never been walking along a deserted stadium and seen two people fucking their brains out like this, either. It was something new and startling to her.

Her finger worked back and forth in her tight pussy until her entire hand was soaked with her thick lubricants. She added another finger to try and fool herself into thinking it was a cock fucking deeply into her soft pussy. This sent electric tremors up and down her spine, but it didn't give her the same feeling that being plugged full of hot, meaty prick would.

How she envied the girl just a few feet away! She was getting all the prick any human could possibly want and she was still begging for more! Debbie knew that the dark haired girl couldn't possibly be aware of what she was saying. The joy of the fucking had already robbed her of her powers of thought. She was babbling incoherently. And loving every single inch of that hard fucking prick surging into her tight, hot clit.

"I'm cominnnng!" she shrieked. Her body shivered as if she were cold, and then she screamed again louder, more insistently. The man fucking her didn't even slow down. The sounds appeared to mean nothing to him.

Debbie could see the man's balls wetly slapping against the dark haired girl's ass. Slowly, surely, the man's balls tightened up more and more. She heard him grunt with the strain of keeping back the fiery tide of his jism.

The finger thrusting in and out of her pussy seemed so inadequate to her now. She wanted cock! But all she could do was watch.

It wasn't quite the same thing, but it took the edge off her rampaging emotions. She felt high over getting the cheerleading job. She felt uptight over the way the general manager had been ogling by, then jerking off as she dressed. The obvious sexual implications weren't wasted on her. She was strung to a high sexual tension.

And now this.

She saw the man's massively muscled body begin to shake as if he were some kind of weakling. Thickly muscled arms quivered, and then he bellowed like a wounded bull. He slammed hard into the woman's pussy and lifted her entirely off the bench on which they fucked. He came.

Debbie could see the creamy jizz fill the cunt and then begin to overflow. The man didn't stop his powerful fucking for a single instant. His tempo grew ragged and jerky, but he kept fucking until his prick dissolved in the heat and pressure of the girl's cunt.

The spying girl's fingers pulled and jerked and twisted inside the confines of her tight cunt. She felt a tiny surge of desire and then she came. But it didn't match that which the dark-haired girl had experienced. As she watched, Debbie saw the other girl continue to have one come after another. It scented fantastic that anyone could get off like she was, but seeing was believing.

Debbie caught her breath as she continued to finger fuck herself, then came again. She finally gave up. The huge man was straightening and would soon be putting his clothes back on. She didn't want him to see her. He looked like he could be a mean son of a bitch if angered.

And Debbie didn't want to anger him. She sighed and silently drifted to a spot behind one of the concrete posts to watch some more. The girl knew she would be unseen here.

"God," the man said, "that was one hell of a fine fuck! I'm glad you came along, Sherry. You're a prime piece of ass."

"You've got such a way with words, Ben," the dark-haired girl said, slowly putting her clothing on. "But I put up with that because you're dynamite with that cock. And hung! God, you're hung like a bull elephant."

"They don't have me on that front line for nothing," the man boasted.

Debbie knew then that the man had to be one of the Condors. He was one of the football players she would be out there rooting for, trying to get to put out superhuman effort. If his performance here were any indication of the entire team, they were unbeatable!