His Personal CheerleaderMen aren’t complicated. If you are a woman in a relationship with
His Personal CheerleaderMen aren’t complicated. If you are a woman in a relationship with a man, making him happy is actually very easy. Find out what really…and I mean what REALLY turns him on…and then give it to him. Often enough to keep him completely enthralled but never repetitive enough to get boring. And tonight, I was planning to make my husband very, very happy.The two of us met at work, both of us managing different departments of the same corporation. We sparked off each other immediately. He loved my flirty, sensuous intelligence and I loved his sensitive, gallant, master-of-all-he-surveys nature. I’ll be honest, at first the attraction was purely physical. I couldn’t get enough of the way his muscled chest felt under my fingertips or the way his hips knew instinctively how I loved my thighs spread as he pressed me against the nearest wall. He fell in love with my wicked smile, with my silky hair that feels so good wrapped around his fist, with my tight round ass, and my breasts that he worships with soft kisses and hungry bites, and last and most my long toned legs that wrap so perfectly around his hips as he fucks my happy little pussy to heaven and back. He hangs back sometimes, telling me how beautiful they look as I strut for him. I have to admit that I am guilty sometimes of using those legs to distract him intentionally, just to play with his mind.Not that he ever complained about it.He is a sweet yet strong, intellectual type who was always a gentleman and absolutely loves to spoil me. Yet we both tended to be sexually aggressive it did not take much for us to turn from the well-mannered couple at the office to the wonton slut getting her ass fucked red by her ferocious Sir in the basement supply room, gushing hot juices along his shaft as she practically begged him to fuck his ball-seed straight up into my fucking womb. Leave it to say I was his and he was mine. Perfect and forever. My husband. My lover. My soulmate.And tonight, I was going to rock his world.He had a thing for lap-dances. I think that’s pretty much true of all guys. However, his fantasy was very specific. He absolutely loved the uniforms that those girls wore. The cheerleaders or cowgirls, slutty policewomen and even sluttier nurses. He never went to those clubs, although the other guys at the office always invited him. But whenever he watched football and those sexy cheerleaders were on camera he was absolutely spellbound. The insanely short skirts or hot pants, the big smiles, and bare midriffs, their big tits bouncing around as they jumped and cartwheeled for the camera. It was a sexual package that drew his eyes every time.Now, my husband had never asked me to wear those silly outfits, but I knew deep down that he secretly fantasized about it. He wanted me to be his own private dance to fuck whenever he wished. Hell, that idea made me just as horny, and one night as we lay in bed with close to a pint of his spunk still warm in my pussy, I decided that I was going to give my sweet hubby exactly what he wanted.Although I wasn’t an erotic dancer by any means, I still knew how to shake it. I began taking lap-dancing and pole-dancing classes behind his back, tossing him the white lie that I was joining my friends at the gym. The anticipation of performing a private show for him really turned me on while I was learning all those new and slutty moves. Over the next few weeks, I had added a few sexual moves of my own that I knew he would absolutely drool for.A week before my planned D-day, the outfit arrived at my office. I had it sent to my workplace so my husband wouldn’t see it delivered. He would ask what it was, and I didn’t want to go through that conversation. The bastard knew me too well and I was lucky enough to get away with one lie. Not daring to open the box at work even though I felt giddy as a schoolgirl just holding it, I hid it in the trunk of the car until we got back home. I sneaked it into the house while he was in the back working his beloved barbecue and hid it in back of the closet behind a wall of my thirty favorite shoes. For the next few days, I was practically bursting with anticipation.Finally, Saturday came. The night before his birthday. And it was time for a show.I left a little early from work to have plenty of time to get ready. Once I got home, I took a shower, tortured myself as only a woman in love can possibly understand, and brushed my hair until the last rebellious strand fell neatly into place. Then, once I could look in the mirror with some satisfaction, I took the box out of the closet and placed it on the bed. The outfit was custom made to my measurements, so I knew it would be a perfect fit. First, I took the white and green skirt and slid them on up over my hips and ass, buckling the belt around my waist. The fit was perfect, and just the act of putting them on made my pussy tingle thinking of how his eyes would explode when he saw it.The white boots gave me a few more inches to my height and felt only a little tight around my toes. Something I could easily live with after several pairs of Jimmy Choos. I put the top part of the uniform on like a tiny jacket, my arms sliding through the armless sleeves, leaving my arms and midriff completely exposed. I tucked my boobs into place and tied the cloth knot between my breasts, securing them firmly; the shape of it giving me amazing cleavage. Included in the ensemble were two green and white pompoms and a fake blonde wig which I tossed back in the box.For a few minutes I posed in front of our full-length mirror, admiring how unbelievably hot I looked in that silly uniform. My hips were amazingly curvy and tight in that fluttering skirt while my breasts were so full that they seemed to be defying the laws of gravity. My stomach was firm and flat leading down to those sexy legs I might have told you about. My shoulder length hair was perfect for whipping around while I was going through my moves.“Just wait until he sees me in this. The bastard is going to explode.” I thought to myself with a self-satisfied smirk. I checked the watch on the dresser. He was going to be home any minute and I planned to have his dream girl waiting for him when he got through the door. I was so horny with anticipation that I felt myself getting wet between my thighs.Almost by accident, I moved my hand between my legs to rub my pussy through my panties. I was quickly getting soaked. I slipped my hand gently down the front of the thin waistband and slid one finger gently between my pussy-lips. My clitoris was already swollen with need and without thinking I began touching it using tiny little circular movements of my fingertips. Those little motions that he had perfected. The ones that drove me instantly to orgasm at the slightest touch of his fingers. I closed my eyes and gently bit my bottom lip as little intense jolts of pleasure fired through me.Completely succumbing to the pleasure, I sat down on the bed and leaned back, spreading my legs wide and flapping that little skirt over my belly to get better access to my unruly pussy. As I tortured my clitoris with my hand, I made the mistake of remembering the last time we were together. That morning in fact, when my lusty husband had woken me up with a hardon that could jack up our car.“Ohmyfuckinggodddd…” I moaned as I gently pressed my fingers up into my tight little hole, the wetness making little swishing sounds as I began pumping it in and out to the rhythm of my husband’s loving morning cock thrusts. Strands of my hair brushed against my cheeks as I turned my head to one side, glancing at myself in the wall mirror he had installed just for this purpose. Seeing the reflection of me dressed as a professionally dressed cheerleader fucking herself, her eyes glazed over with sex, was a surreal image. It was also unbelievably, irresistibly hot.I began pumping my hips up off the mattress in little thrusts to hump my fingers in the most obscene way possible. My fingers did their best imitation of his own, gliding across my g-spot over and over and over as my other hand continued to stroke my clit at sound-busting speed. All in all, it was sending my body into beautiful, head-spinning jolts of pure lust.“Ohgod! Ohgod!! Ohgod!!” The pleasure kept coming and coming and building and building. My hips were bucking off of the mattress now, fucking my fingers like an out of control bitch in heat. All I could think about was his cock slamming into me, his cum bursting into my guts.“YES!! YES!! OHH!! FUUCCK!!” Finally, the explosion came, my pussy clamping down on my fingers as a huge orgasm washed over me, gripping me, tossing me around like a rag doll. I made myself look at my reflection in the mirror, watching as I came, my body shaking and twitching uncontrollably. I was a fucking mess. Of course, no sooner had my orgasm faded than I heard my husband’s car pulling into the driveway. I quickly leaped off the bed, ran down the stairs and set up a chair in the middle of the living room. Placing a set of pink leopard-spotted padded handcuffs on the seat, I wrote a quick note and left it on the chair, slid my dance CD into the stereo, and ran back into the dining room to hide. I was so nervous my hands were trembling.“Christine, I’m home,” boomed my husband’s voice as I heard the front door open and close again.Silence. I smiled to myself. Just the sound of his briefcase touching the floor.“Christine?“ came his voice a second time as he slid off his suit jacket and hung it by the door.Silence. My hands were still trembling.Somehow, without looking, I knew exactly when he had seen the handcuffs and the note. My heart was pounding with excitement. He had stopped talking, and I could hear the chair shift a little when he sat down. Then, when I heard the click of the handcuffs, my pussy nearly did a cartwheel.Shit. It was show time.Using the remote to activate the stereo system, I started playing the dance mix I had put together. Setting the remote down and picking up my pompoms, I took a deep breath and strutted out into the great room with my hands on my hips and flashing my naughtiest smile. I had never seen my husband rendered completely speechless before, but when he got his first look at me his eyes went wide and his jaw hit the floor."Christine… I… wow.” he finally managed to say. The bastard was grinning like an idiot, which made me feel even hotter for him.“Hush, baby.” I flirted, my voice low and Lauren Bacall sultry, “Just watch.”Immediately, I broke into the dance routine I had put together, making full use of my body as I thrust my hips, whipped my hair, stretched my legs, swirled my ass, and shook my breasts; giving him the whole show. I added a few more sexy moves slapping my ass and caressing my soaked pussy under my skirt as if I were the horniest girl on the planet. Which I was. For him.“Holy blessed fuck,” he whispered to himself, his smile so wide I thought his face would split.As the next track began, I got up out of the last split, tossed my pompoms aside, and began swaying my hips as I worked my way slowly towards him. When I got directly in front of him suggestively, I leaned over and gave his lips a quick lick with my tongue, just as a tease. Then I put my hands on his knees and spread them apart. He jumped as I grabbed his cock through his trousers. My best friend felt like a warm iron rod in my hand, big and thick and… fuck! I had to fight my own hungry little pussy to keep my mind on the game. Maintaining eye contact, I undid his pants and pulled his shaft out, giving it a few quick pumps with my hand, just to torture him.“Oh, fuck,” he sighed, leaning back his head with insane desire. “My beautiful… fucking… cocktease.”"Hush,” I said as I gave him a playful slap on the cheek. “This cock teasing cheerleader is going to fuck the living hell out of you. if you are a very good boy.”Before he could respond, I leaned in and gave him a long deep passionate kiss, straddling his cock with my legs to either side of him and resting my ass on his lap. I made lustful noises through our kiss as I practically raped his mouth with my tongue. Pressing my hips up against his massively hard cock, I began humping his member through my wet panties. I was relentless, grinding into him in time with the pounding dance music coming from the speakers."Ohfuckinghell…” my husband moaned as he broke our kiss and lay his head back, crying out in pleasure as I rolled my hips up against his cock, my thin panties the only thing keeping him from fucking the shit out of me. I was moaning myself, biting my lip hard, feeling the need just as much as he did. It was such a cruel tease for both of us, but I knew he was absolutely loving it.Still working my hips up against his cock, I leaned over to whisper in his ear, my breathless voice coming out a bit – fuck, a lot more unsteady than I had planned.“Wanna fuck your sexy cheerleader girlfriend? Don’t worry, your wife will never find out.”He looked at me with those sexy brown eyes that always made me melt. “Mmmm. More than anything.”I pouted sweetly and cooed at him. “I need to be fucked so bad, baby. I’m so fucking horny I can already feel your big, fat cock inside of me.”When I felt his cock twitch along my pussy mound in reaction to my words, I knew he was enjoying every second of this. He loved me being his own personal filthy-minded, cock teasing, horny, lap-dancing cheerleader to fuck. Now it was time to really make him crazy. I twirled around so that I was facing away from him giving him a prime view of his favorite ass.“All right then, baby,” I teased, now rubbing my ass up along his shaft which was standing like a skyscraper from his open trousers. I looked back over my shoulder at him and flashed my naughty smile at him again. “So, where do you want to fuck your horny cheerleader slut? Do you want to fuck my juicy pussy or go up my tight little ass?”He was speechless I knew teasing him with the possibilities would drive him insane. I could hear his brain churning; his imagination running wild wishing he had two cocks to fuck me in both holes at once. I licked my lips as I watched that hard cock of his twitching so fucking sexy just for me. It took all I had not to say ‘fuck it all’ and dive down on that hot meat with my mouth drooling.“Well then,” I said hopping off his lap and standing directly in front of him. “I guess I’ll just have to do all the work myself.”Looking him straight in the eyes, I put my hands on my hips and began tugging my soaked panties down along my legs, raising the skirt above my hips. My husband groaned deep as I revealed my firm ass to him one inch at a time as I worked my body to the dance music still playing. Bending over to step out of my panties, I teased him with an amazing look at my cleavage down my top. Then I quickly snapped back up and flashing my sexiest smile… I gave my bare ass a hard slap.“Mmmm. Get ready, baby. Here comes the fucking of your life.”Spreading my legs to straddle his lap again, I placed my hands on his wide shoulders and slowly lowered my naked pussy down towards his throbbing cock. Far from being the cold, calculating bitch I had planned on, I was quivering from head to toe as I descended. We had been married a while and I knew exactly what it felt like to have that cock of his buried in deep, stretching me out like a virgin.“Ohgod…Christine, please.” he whispered to himself, desperate for my warm wet pussy to envelop his proud manhood.“No, baby,” I caressed his cheek, kissed him softly, and then gave him my darkest, most dangerous look. “I’m in control tonight and that beautiful cock of yours is all mine.”In one slow wonderful motion, I lowered my hips and felt my pussy lips parting. My shivering body was being invaded by my husband’s perfect shaft. For me, there is nothing quite like that amazingly indescribable feeling of my husband’s hard cock pressing deep into the most intimate and vulnerable part of me. Hell, try to imagine love, trust, consent, control, submission, emotional connection, primal lust, and sexual power all wrapped up in that one simple act. That and a million things more.As I began to bob up and down on his cock, though, I wanted him to know that tonight was different.Tonight was all about the fuck. Tonight, my pussy belonged to him. Tonight, my body was his to use and own. Tonight, I was his fantasy girl. Tonight, I was his sex object. Tonight, I was going to make him happy by giving myself to him completely.“How does that feel, baby?” I said riding his shaft using agonizingly slow, long, deep strokes. In the spirit of self-preservation, I angled the strokes away from my favorite little places. Places he knew all too well. One accidental brush along my G-spot and it was all over, “Do you like it when I tease your big, hard cock with my tight pussy? Is my pussy tight, baby?”“Oh fuck, Christine…” he pleaded as I planted tiny sweet kisses all over his face and neck, my hair gently caressing his cheeks as my dripping pussy gripped and swallowed his cock over and over again. Each time my ass settled in his lap, I’d give my hips a little wiggle, or grind my pelvis into him, pulling the most beautiful moans of pleasure from his quivering lips. Moans of pleasure joined by my own.Pumping him faster now, I reached down between my breasts and began untying the knot that held my cheerleader top in place.“My boobs look amazing, don’t they baby?” As the knot gave, my breasts pushed their way forward, popping out of their prison. I took hold of my freed breasts and kneaded them sensually as I lay my head back, moaning with sensual pleasure as his cock began finding its way to those dangerous little spots. I sighed to myself, gently pinching my teats as I rolled my head around slowly, giving in to the waves of desire washing over my body, “Mmm, my nipples are soooo hard, baby…Take them baby. They’re all yours. Remind them who they fucking belong to.”Immediately, he leaned in and began licking and sucking on my nipples like a man starving for milk. It was so amazingly sensual to have my arms holding him to my chest while he sucked on my breasts, his cock so near to flooding me with his own hot cream."Ooooh, baby.” I moaned, humping him faster and faster as I held on to his shoulders for dear life. “Fuck yes that feels so good. Fuck me baby. Fuck your hot slut. Fuck the shit out of me!”“Ohfuck, Christine,” he struggled to get the words out, grunting each one out through clenched teeth as he slammed his hardness up into me, matching my rhythm perfectly, “Please…I can’t…can’t last…much longer.”“Don’t come yet, darling.” I gave him a flirty smile as my pussy cruelly slammed my ass down his shaft, holding it there and gripping it like a vice. “I’m not finished with you yet.”I raised my ass up off of his lap, letting his cock pop out of my pussy with a filthy slurping sound that almost finished me right there and then.“Christine, for shit sake! What are you doing? Don’t…”With my naughtiest smile, I put my hands behind my back, pulling my ass cheeks apart and carefully lowered myself until the head of his cock was poking at the entrance to my most forbidden hole."Goddamnit! I’m so fucking horny, Steve.” I said bracing myself. “I need something up my…my… myyyaaaahhhhhHHHH!”I cried out as his cock slowly pushed its way into my ass. I had expected a little discomfort, but it felt like I had the mother of all cocks being shoved up my ass.“OH, FUCK!! OH, FUCK!! OH, FUCK!!” I screamed as I continued to work him further between my ass cheeks and up my most private hole. I was seeing stars bigger than the ones on my cheerleader outfit as the hard length of his cock came to rest fully inside my tight, impaled hole, the fabric of his trousers caressing my bare ass cheeks.“Oh…my…fucking…oh, Steve…” I said breathlessly as my body adjusted to the feeling of being completely stuffed with his cock. That lovely discomfort soon passed, replaced by the most wonderful feeling of fullness. I reached down, pressing my fingers on to my throbbing clit causing my pussy and ass to contract around my husband’s ass-splitting shaft.“Ohgod, Christine… ” He cried out as the sensations overwhelmed him. “What are you doing to me?”The look I gave my husband was one he’d never seen from me before. It was pure, primal, Alpha-bitch lust.“I’m fucking you, baby.” I said preparing to unleash my inner slut on him. “I’m going to make you come so hard inside me. I am your personal fuck toy…your sex-obsessed, horny slut. Your bitch in heat… your ultimate fantasy… and I need to be fucked…right… fucking…now.”Immediately, I began riding him as hard and as fast as I could. Arching my back, I thrust my breasts out and tossed my head back, crying out to the ceiling as we fucked and fucked and fucked.“OHGOD, FUCK ME, BABY!! FUCK MEEEEEE!!” I screamed as my hips slammed down onto his lap again and again, his manhood being held prisoner inside my body. I heard his cries of pleasure, the sound of his hips slapping into my burning red ass. I was his and he was mine. We owned each other body and fucking soul. My body was on fire. I needed it. I needed it so fucking bad. I was determined to pull everything out of his tortured cock.“OHFUCKINGSHIT! OH FUCK!! FUCK YES!!” I bounced up and down on his cock like a madwoman, my breasts bouncing just inches from his face, giving him a gorgeous view as I fucked both of us into oblivion.His voice trembled as he felt himself being pushed past even his impossible limits. I could feel his cock expanding inside me, ready to deliver its load, “I can’t stop it. I’m going to…”“Give it to me! Give it all to me! Fuck your goddamned cum up your slut’s ass!!” I squealed as I felt my warm wet pussy suddenly switch on, sending me into the most powerful series of orgasms I’d ever felt, one after another. If I was not wrapped so tight around my husband’s shoulders, I swear I would have shattered into a thousand million pieces and blown away.Then the explosion came. I could feel his massive cock fire its load over and over inside my ass. I could feel the warmth spreading throughout my entire body, jet after jet of his cum flooding into me.We both cried out he shoved his fingers up my pussy, the fragile handcuffs shattering before his manly needs. My pussy was on fire, its contractions enveloped his fingers, sucking at his fingertips. My ass tightened up as well, unwilling to let go until it pulled every last drop of hot cum from his still thrusting cock. His entire body locked in tension, froze for one last moment of orgasmic ecstasy, and then collapsed against the back of the chair with me collapsing right on top of him completely spent.Our hearts were pounding wildly, our chests heaving against each other, our over-heated bodies convulsing together in post-orgasmic aftershocks. Neither of us could get any words to come out of our mouths. We simply held each other in a blissful orgasmic haze. There was no concept of time, only each other.After a long while – fuck, I think I dozed off on the poor man! - I found enough strength to sit up.“Welcome home, honey.” I said casually as if he had just walked in the door…before planting a deep passionate kiss on his adorable lips.My husband gave me the sweetest smiled sweetly and put my hands on my hips. The look he gave me was a complete and immensely satisfying. “Do you have any idea how much I love you, you crazy woman?”I cutely booped him on the nose and hopped off his lap. I headed back to the bedroom, stumbling sex-drunk as I tried and failed to manage a sexy little ass sway as I walked up the stairs.“Now where are you going?” he asked, massaging his wrists and looking more than comical sitting in that chair with his trousers pulled down along his ankles. His spent cock was lying in his lap soaked with our mutual juices. The happy little thing was still half hard, and I shuddered to think of a late-night encore as I slid out of that tiny skirt.I peeked my head around the bedroom doorframe with my cutest smile. “I’m going to shower and get dressed, of course. You’re taking me out to dinner tonight.”“Oh I am, am I?” he smiled, pulling his pants up around his hips, “Well, how can I possibly refuse after that performance?”“And if you are a perfect gentleman,” I teased, “maybe I’ll break out the spare handcuffs.”He raised his eyebrows in surprise, then raced up the stairs to join me in the shower.Men aren’t complicated. -- source link