Good Girl vs. Slut

Trisha was seated on Britney's bed, her eyes down on her lap. The petite cheerleader's legs didn't reach the floor, so her feet dangled in the air, her flip-flops ajar. She had pulled her long, wavy brown hair into a long ponytail that dangled down her slim back, between the straps of her lacy tank top. Her hands were folded quietly in her lap, resting on top of her miniskirt. Britney was leaning against her desk. The head cheerleader's shimmering blonde hair dangled down her gorgeous body, framing her round, double-D chest, bulging in her plunging V-neck blouse. Her long, slim legs were crossed one over the other, clad only in a pair of denim shorts and ankle-high boots. Every time Trisha saw her friend, she couldn't help admiring Britney's incredible figure – her plump, heaving tits, her tiny waist, her firm, perky ass poking out of the bottom of her shorts. But this time, Trisha could only manage to stare at Britney for a second before quickly looking back down at her lap, ashamed. She had just told Britney – at last – everything about Dan. She had planned everything out so carefully with Mandy, making sure to include that she felt terrible about the whole thing, that she hated Dan for getting in between them. And she really did. Trisha was sick of feeling guilty every time she saw her best friend: the friend who had helped her change from a shy cheerleader into a happy, fun girl. She just wanted the whole thing to be over. But as soon as she started speaking, she felt so ashamed. It was such a simple request: just stay away from Dan! There are so many other boys out there…why couldn't I just keep my promise? Trisha shook her head as she felt her cheeks redden. "Brit…I…I…" Trisha looked up a second time, gulping, feeling tears starting to form in her eyes. "Trisha, it's okay." The head cheerleader interrupted her. Britney wasn't smiling, but her blue eyes didn't look mad. "I…know you feel bad about it. That means a lot." "I'm a terrible friend!" Trisha blurted out; she couldn't keep it in any longer. "I know I shouldn't have done it…and I shouldn't have lied to you…and I should have told you right away…and…and I'm sorry!" "Trish, you've said sorry like a million fucking times," Britney said, sounding a little amused. "Look…I'm not thrilled about all this, obviously. I mean, you shouldn't have done it." Trisha quickly looked back down at her miniskirt, her vision starting to grow blurry as more tears formed. She tried her best to keep it quiet, but couldn't stop a small sniffle. "But…" Britney sighed. "…I know you know it was wrong. And I know that you won't do it again. So…" For a few seconds there was silence in the room, with Trisha staring down at her legs dangling off the bed, and Britney standing, staring at Trisha. At last, despite herself, the cheerleader looked up. "So…?" "So…I forgive you, I guess is all I'm trying to say." Finally, Britney smiled. That's it??? For a moment, Trisha forgot to feel guilty; she was just shocked. Britney had done so much for Trisha; befriended her, supported her when she needed help, always working to lure the shy brunette out of her shell. This was the only thing she had ever asked Trisha to do, and the cheerleader couldn't even do that in return. Trisha suddenly realized that this made it even worse – Britney shouldn't be forgiving her this easily. She shouldn't still be so sweet to me when I don't deserve it…it's not fair! She should get mad! She should yell at me! "Britney…" she protested. "You…I don't…I don't deserve a friend like you!" Now the head cheerleader laughed, looking embarrassed. "Oh shut up, Trish." "No, I'm serious! You've done so much for me, and I've never ever done anything for you in return, and you're such a good friend, and I'm a terrible one, and…" Now all the things that Trisha had prepared, all the things she had planned to use to defend herself when Britney yelled at her came spilling out – even though Britney wasn't angry at all. "I…I tried, Britney! I really did! I trusted you, and…I tried to ignore him, too! He's always the one who calls me, and shows up to my house, and…look!" Trisha grabbed her cell phone out of her purse and frantically flipped through her text messages till she found one from Dan. She quickly flopped off the bed and hurried over to show Britney. The head cheerleader glanced at the phone for a few seconds, but then quickly pushed it away. "Trisha, it doesn't matter, I haven't spoken to him in a long time." Trisha quickly lowered her arm. Of course Britney doesn't want to see his message…why would she? I'm being such an idiot! "Listen to me, Trisha," Britney said, because the petite cheerleader had opened her mouth again, desperate to apologize more. "I…don't really care who's done more for who, okay, hun? I just don't think about it that way. And the thing is…" The head cheerleader faltered, her gorgeous blue eyes flickering to the floor. "The thing is…it's not like you haven't done anything for me. I mean…you're my friend, aren't you? And I know I don't show it, and I wouldn't change anything about myself even if I could, but…sometimes it gets lonely being the class slut. Sometimes you get fucking tired of all the other girls hating you." Trisha stared at Britney. She could remember the way the other cheerleaders would always talk about her as soon as she left the room, the way they would all glare at her as she strode confidently down the halls, catching the eyes of all their boyfriends. And then she couldn't help herself: she rushed forward and, standing on her tip-toes, reached up and wrapped her arms around Britney, hugging her much-taller best friend. She could feel tears pooling in her eyes and starting to run down her cheeks. The head cheerleader jolted in surprise, then burst out laughing, returning the hug. When Trisha finally pulled back and sank back down on her heels, she looked up to see Britney smiling at her, her cheeks red and her eyes also a little watery. The two girls giggled as they grinned at each other. "You're always so hard on yourself, Trish!" Britney laughed. "You're such a good girl that one little mistake seems like the worst thing in the world to you. There's some Kleenex in my purse, by the way." Trisha sniffed and laughed too. "Thanks." She suddenly realized that Britney's purse was the same as hers – the two cheerleaders had bought them together. She quickly found the tissues and began to dab at her eyes. The tall, slender blonde smiled as she watched Trisha. "So…are we okay?" Trisha quickly nodded. I should be the one asking that! "Yeah, of course! Thank you so much, Britney, you're…you're amazing!" The head cheerleader laughed. "Shut up, hun. Hey, my parents are gonna be home any minute." Trisha nodded in understanding, grabbing her purse from Britney's bed, smoothing out her miniskirt as she headed towards the door. "Okay. I'll see you at school, Brit!" Britney smiled. " See ya, Trish." Trisha was still sniffling slightly when she reached her car, and she glanced at her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her cheeks were a little red and her eyes were puffy, but besides that it wasn't too bad. Britney is so sweet…much sweeter than I deserve. She should have yelled at me…or called me a bitch, or a backstabber, or something! But she just forgave me. How could I have lied to such a wonderful friend?? She was nearly home when her cell phone rang. It was Mandy. "Mandy…I…I'm so glad you – " "Trisha!" Mandy's voice was loud and excited, and the cheerleader had to pull the phone an inch away from her ear. "Oh, Trisha, guess what?? Guess!!!" Trisha couldn't help smiling. "I don't know, Mandy…what?" "We did it!!!" Mandy was so loud now that her yell was half-static. "We finally did it! Last night, Jon and I…we…oh, wow, Trisha, it was amazing!" Trisha gasped. "That's great, Mandy! I'm so happy for you! And it's about time!" "I know! I could barely wait through dinner, and I was so nervous too, but it was worth it! You should have seen his face, Trisha! I thought he was going to pass out or something!" The petite cheerleader laughed. Mandy is so cute! "Wow, sounds like you were pretty good, then!" "Well…" Mandy's voice was still excited and bubbly. "It's all thanks to you, Trish! He could barely speak after I gave him a blowjob." "No problem, Mandy. Anytime!" "And then, not only – Hey!" Mandy had suddenly remembered something. "Did you talk to Britney yet?" "Yeah," Trisha said. "I'm driving home now." "How'd it go?" "I don't know…" Trisha sighed. "Britney was so sweet about it…she didn't get mad or anything! She just said she understood, and she forgave me. It was so wonderful of her, and I'm happy that everything is okay now, but at the same time…part of me wishes she had gotten mad!" "Oh." Mandy's voice was softer now, but Trisha could tell that her friend was trying hard to keep her own excitement in check now. The petite cheerleader smiled; it was hard to feel sad, not while her friend was so excited about having sex with her boyfriend for the first time. "Don't worry about it, Mandy. You were right, I should have told her sooner. I'm just glad I – oh! Oops!" "What's wrong?" Trisha was staring down at her passenger's seat. She had her own cell phone, but it was Britney's purse that was lying next to her. I must have picked hers up on my way out! "Oh…it's nothing," Trisha told Mandy. "I just grabbed Britney's purse by accident. Geez…and I'm almost home too! I have to bring it back to her." "Okay," Mandy said. "I'll call you later, okay?" The cheerleader smiled. "I guess you probably have lots more to tell me, huh?" "Yep! Bye Trish!" Mandy chirped before she hung up. Trisha laughed as she began to turn the car around. It seemed impossible to be unhappy now. Talking to Mandy always managed to cheer Trisha up. *** When the petite cheerleader pulled back up to Britney's curb, she saw that there was another car in the driveway. I guess it's her parents' car. Maybe I should call her just in case. But Britney didn't answer. Oh well. Trisha headed up the driveway, feeling the warm breeze run through her hair, her miniskirt waving around her legs, Britney's purse slung around her shoulder. Suddenly she stopped, next to the new car next to her friend's. Wait a minute…I recognize this car! All of a sudden, Trisha felt her heart begin to pound, ready to burst out of her chest. The cheerleader bent down to peer inside the window, her eyes growing wide, completely ignoring her miniskirt starting to flutter up her ass as she did it. Then, she gasped. It's…Dan's car! She stared a moment longer at the inside, unable to believe it. But it was definitely his; she remembered bending over that exact gear shift, remembered placing her hands on the edges of that driver seat as she leaned over his lap, slurping down his cock. It was definitely Dan's car – how did she not realize it until now? Her mind was whirling. Why is he at Britney's house? I thought she said that they hadn't spoken for years…why would she lie to me? Trisha's heart was still pounding as she straightened, and turned towards Britney's house. She could feel the pulse thumping in her ears, drowning out the rest of the world. Unless..unless she...or they…no! She wouldn't! For some reason, she felt something tugging her back towards the car; she felt that she shouldn't go see Britney now, even if she didn't know what was going on inside. But the petite cheerleader felt her legs moving her forward, and before she knew it she was at Britney's door, knocking loudly. Trisha's knees were weak. I know Britney would never do that…but… There was no answer. Again Trisha knew that she should just leave, but instead she wandered off the doorstep, treading carefully in the soft flowerbed alongside the house until she was outside the kitchen. She had to raise herself on her tip-toes to glance inside the kitchen window. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to looking inside, peering through the reflection of the glass into the house. Slowly she began to make out all the shapes of the kitchen: the table, the sink, the refrigerator. And then she saw something moving in the corner of her eye…something rocking rhythmically, looking like it was two shapes… Trisha gasped, and her heart sank. It was Dan and Britney. Somehow she already knew it before she even recognized them, but even so she had to stare for several seconds before her mind could register it. The tall, busty head cheerleader was standing and bent over the kitchen counter, her hands planted on it, her ass outstretched. She was still wearing her boots, but her top was in a crumpled heap on the floor, and her shorts had been yanked down to her knees, where they were now stretched between her spread legs. And Dan was behind her, his tall, muscled figure and curly hair unmistakable, his pants and boxers around his ankles, his shirt also crumpled on the floor. His hands were massaging Britney's tits, the two mounds too large to be single handfuls. His hips were moving hard and fast, powering his rock-hard cock into Britney's cunt. The lifeguard was looking away, but Trisha could see her friend's face, her eyes tightly shut, her face red with pleasure, her mouth open. The cheerleader knew that Britney must be moaning out loud, echoing through the kitchen but cut off from the outside. As Trisha watched, Dan slid one hand off Britney's tits, sliding it down her ultra-slim waist, past her taut stomach. Trisha could see Britney's body jolt and her back arch, and the cheerleader knew what was happening: the lifeguard was fingering Britney's clit, making her squirm and rock with pleasure, just as he had done so many times to Trisha herself. The cheerleader wrenched herself away from the window. Without knowing it, she quickly strode back to her car, her shoulders back, her miniskirt swishing hurriedly. It was only after she got in the car that her thoughts began to rush through her, making her flush. I told Britney everything…I confessed to her, even though it was terrible, even though I could have kept it a secret, even though it made me feel so guilty! And she…she just let me feel awful! Even though she was lying too! The whole way home, Trisha's mind whirled with anger at Britney's betrayal. Her fingers were sweaty on the steering wheel, her bare knees knocking against each other. She even ran two red lights, ignoring the honking sounds of other cars, not even hearing them. All she could think about was the sight of Britney, brazenly bent over the kitchen counter as Dan plowed into her, her mouth hanging open in a wild moan. We were both lying…but at least I confessed! I felt guilty about it the entire time! I felt horrible! That would have been a perfect time for her to tell the truth too…but instead she just stood there and let me feel like I was the only bad friend! I…I can't believe her! Britney had always been so sweet to Trisha. Why would she do something like this now? Trisha's parents weren't home, but it wouldn't have mattered; she immediately ran upstairs and slammed her bedroom door, flopping herself on her bed. She felt like there were two different Britneys now: the thoughtful, considerate one who had befriended her last semester when she needed someone to talk to, and now the one who was lying through her teeth, standing by and letting Trisha feel terrible. Mandy was right! Britney was jealous of me…she just wanted Dan all to herself! But instead of telling me the truth, she tried to make it a big deal…she tried to get me to stay away from him while she fucked him the entire time! Trisha threw herself off the bed and began stomping around the room, thinking. Was that really it? Was she jealous of me? The cheerleader's little hands were clenched into fists, one tight around her cell phone. She thought Dan preferred me to her? That's so crazy though…I'm only a slut because Britney taught me how! I'd still be a shy, timid girl if it weren't for her! Was that part of it? It seemed strange that Britney's student was now somehow a better slut than Britney herself. But maybe that's why Britney didn't like it...she didn't want to admit there was a sexier slut than her! She didn't want to accept that she was such a good teacher, she had taught me how to be a better fuck than her! Trisha's stomach turned with anger. And so she lied to me! She lied and tried to keep me away from Dan just because she didn't want her ego bruised! Trisha stomped her foot hard on the carpet, as if it had betrayed her just like Britney had. She wasn't sure if she was right or not, but one thing was clear: Britney was still fucking Dan, and she didn't want Trisha to have access to the same cock. Well, I'll show her! If she's afraid that I'm a better slut than she is, I'll prove her right! Trisha glanced down at her phone. It was almost an hour since she had left Britney's house. Was Dan still there? No…he never sticks around after he fucks me. He always makes it a point to leave me still panting and recovering wherever we are. But another thought came to her that actually made her squirm with anger. Unless…unless he only does that to me, and he stays with Britney… Trisha shook her head fiercely, feeling her wavy hair flap against her face. Without pausing, without giving herself a chance to think about it, she flipped open her phone and dialed Dan's number. "Hello?" "Hi Dan, it's Trisha!" Even as she chirped hello, Trisha suddenly realized that he might still be at Britney's house, and a jolt of fright turned over her stomach. But then the cheerleader shook her head again. Why should I care if Britney knows I'm calling him? "Trisha!" Dan's voice was amused; she could almost see him smirking. "Haven't seen you for a while, sweetheart." "It has been a long time, hasn't it?" Even though Trisha's insides were boiling with anger, her voice was steady and strong, and now the cheerleader pressed ahead, refusing to give herself a chance to change her mind. "Well…why don't we fix that? Why don't I come over tonight?" "Tonight?" Dan paused. Was he planning to see Britney tonight, too? Were they going to fuck more than once today? Argh…I can't believe Britney! "Sure, Trisha. Sounds good." "Great!" Trisha chirped. She was about to hang up, when something suddenly occurred to her. "Oh, and Dan?" "Yeah?" "I'm ready for anything tonight. Anything you want." There was another pause on the phone; Dan was taken aback. Then his voice came through, thrilled and eager. "I hear you, my slut. Come over soon." Trisha hung up, staring at herself in the mirror. She would need to shower, and do her makeup, and find a good outfit to wear. Even her reflection looked angry. I can't believe Britney! That…that bitch! And I thought she was just being sweet and forgiving…but really, it was just because she was going behind my back just like I was going behind hers! Trisha furiously tossed her hair, examining her petite, slender body in the reflection, her slim legs, her pouty face and brown eyes(narrowed now in anger), her perky tits riding high on her dainty chest. Now she cupped them and squeezed, examining the way they bulged and plumped together. Well…two can play at this game! Later that night, Trisha was slowly walking up each flight of stairs to Dan's apartment. She remembered so clearly the afternoon in that hotel room, when Dan had invited a group of friends to bang her together; how filthy it felt to be spread out on the bed, surrounded by horny guys, feeling a storm of hands all over her petite body, getting taken and pounded from every direction. She remembered the feeling of getting passed around from one hard cock to the next, of hungrily slurping down a rod without even knowing who it belonged to. She had acted so slutty; but that time she had an excuse. That time Dan had blindfolded her and taken her to the hotel without telling her about it. I don't have that excuse now… The drive over had calmed her nerves, and now Trisha suddenly realized that she was nervous. She took a deep breath, thinking about what she had just done: she essentially told Dan to do whatever he wanted to her, in the dirtiest way possible. And knowing Dan, he can think of some pretty dirty stuff… what am I walking into? Trisha's black stiletto heels click-clacked loudly on each stair, highlighting her nervousness as she slowly made her way to Dan's door. The cheerleader was dressed in a black halter dress, the straps gently curving around her slender neck. The deep-cut V-neck plunged down her chest, between her bra-less tits, so that her two, perky C-cups bulged cleanly and visibly out of the thin fabric, her nipples firm and poking. The back of the dress was cut almost down to her waist, showing off Trisha's slender, completely bare back, and with each step her skin tickled with the feeling of her long, loose hair and the dangling ties of the dress's straps, swaying against her naked skin. The skirt of the dress was tight as it swayed across Trisha's slim hips, the hem stopping just above her knees. The cheerleader had gotten more than a few looks on her way from her car to Dan's building; a petite, eighteen-year-old brunette, barely five feet tall, her little hips swinging as she strode across the street in her heels, her slender curves hugged by her halter dress, her wavy brown hair dangling down her bare back. But now, as she stood in front of Dan's door, Trisha bit on her lip, hesitating, too nervous to knock. Trisha knew that Dan was bad news; the lifeguard's lust for her petite body was insatiable. Even worse, though, was that Trisha knew that this was her last chance to leave. She knew that as soon as she felt Dan's hands on her little body, as soon as she wrapped her fingers around his cock, she wouldn't be able to say no. No matter how degrading he was, no matter how much he treated her like a worthless whore, Trisha knew that she would love every minute of it. As soon as his fingers reached for her pussy, she would lose control of her body and eagerly agree to anything he wanted. That's my weakness…that's what I can't resist about him – that he treats me like I'm nothing but a piece of ass, something to fuck and fill with cum. And that's why I should be leaving! But then, the cheerleader remembered why she had called Dan in the first place: Britney. She remembered the image of the head cheerleader spread across the kitchen counter, her panties and shorts around her knees, her massive tits bouncing in Dan's hands. They had been fucking just barely after a teary Trisha had confessed and left. Did that bitch even wait five minutes before she invited Dan over? Probably not! Trisha's nervousness was no match for her anger at Britney: she wanted to get back at the head cheerleader, more than anything else. Filled with resolve, the cheerleader raised her hand and knocked firmly on the door. She heard a hurried scuffle in the apartment and a moment later Dan stood in the doorway, grinning down at the petite girl. As soon as Trisha entered the room, she could smell the waft of beer. The cheerleader had guessed right; Dan had invited friends, and Trisha didn't recognize a single one of them from the afternoon in the hotel room either. Some of them were much older than Dan, and a couple looked like they had come straight from an office. They had apparently been waiting for her for a while; Dan's company had settled down around the room, and Trisha could see empty beer cans on the counter. But the moment she stepped through the door, every voice fell silent. The petite cheerleader blushed as one by one, she felt each pair of eyes sweep across her body, taking in the sight of her – barely five feet tall, standing nervously in the doorway in her heels, her halter dress hugging every inch of her slender curves, her long brown hair dangling down her bra-less back. Trisha glanced around the room, doing her best to act casual. There were five friends this time. The cheerleader realized that Dan had also cleared a space in the middle of his apartment; in front of the TV, he had shoved away the couch and coffee table, leaving a large square of empty floor. Dan's company was scattered around the rest of the room, seated on chairs or perched on his counter, but they were all facing the space in front of the TV. It's a stage… Trisha thought. Are they…are they expecting me to put on a show? Dan raised his voice. "Gentlemen, the guest of honor has arrived…may I present Trisha!" She felt Dan's hands gently caressing her bare back, sliding under her wavy brown hair, his warm fingers tickling her smooth skin. The rest of the room clapped and grinned, continuing to ogle Trisha's petite body, admiring her slender legs in her heels, her perky tits riding high on her chest, peeking out of the low-cut dress. The lifeguard leaned forward and whispered in her ear: "I'd go through some introductions, but it doesn't matter who they are, does it, my slut?" Trisha shuddered and wrinkled her nose at the smell of beer on his breath. Her stomach was awash with butterflies again; she was starting to feel a little queasy from the way she kept flipping between nervousness and anger, between reluctance and determination. Dan slid an arm around Trisha's waist and led her to the center of the room, facing her. The cheerleader shuddered slightly at the feel of the lifeguard's familiar touch; his hands, strong and rough as always, gripping her little body, drawing her into him with a sexual power that always made her weak with lust. It was instinct now: her petite body instantly felt a familiar twinge of desire as Dan's grip tightened on her, his hands now around her elbows, his strength coursing through them. But just then, the cheerleader felt another body behind her, as Dan's grip tightened on her arms, pulling them behind her back. Before Trisha even knew what was happening, she felt cold metal tightening around her wrists, pinning her arms behind her. She turned her head to see one of Dan's guests standing right behind her, leering down at her. Her wrists were in his hands, and she looked down to see that he had handcuffed her arms behind her back. Trisha gasped. Quickly, the cheerleader turned back to the lifeguard, her eyes bewildered and pleading. "Hey! Dan…w-what's all this?" The lifeguard didn't answer, he only grinned down at her. Trisha felt a pair of hands on her shoulders, strong and forceful, pushing down on her. They wanted her to get down on her knees. She struggled against the hands and the cuffs, her arms swinging behind her back, her shoulders rocking, her hips wiggling. The metal clanked again and again as her wrists fought against the bonds, but of course it was no use. She was captured. The cheerleader kept pleading. "Dan…wait a m-minute! I…I…" But no one was listening to her. The hands on her shoulders were strong, and the little cheerleader felt her knees buckling. She reminded herself of Britney's betrayal once again, of the sight of her bent over the kitchen counter, of her blind anger as she drove all the way home. But even as Trisha surrendered and fell to her knees, resting her butt on the backs of her stiletto heels, she still couldn't keep the nervousness out of her pleading eyes. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was in way over her head; that she had thrown herself into a situation she couldn't handle, without thinking, on an impulse. She was surrounded by strangers who had plans for her she didn't know, her hands handcuffed behind her back, on her knees in the center of the room; a petite, helpless girl. Trisha suddenly realized that even if she wanted to, the men probably wouldn't let her leave. She gulped. Is this really worth it? But Dan's fly was already unzipped, and his hands were now reaching around her neck, urging her forward. It's too late now… Trisha swallowed her nervousness, took a deep breath, and leaned forward to take Dan's cock into her lips. A murmur of approval ran through the room as the cheerleader gently eased his meat into her mouth, slurping softly, her lips soaking his shaft with her drool. Trisha could use only her mouth to gulp down Dan's cock; she couldn't guide him into her lips with her hands, and so instead she had to raise her head up and down to meet his rod, lifting her butt off her heels and rocking back and forth on her knees as she slurped down his meat. She could feel the lifeguard's lust pulsing through his cock, throbbing against her wet lips, his hard shaft filling her warm mouth. Without her hands, her blowjob was sloppier than usual, and a few seconds later Dan's cock, soaked and slippery with her drool, accidently popped out of her slobbery lips, swaying in front of her face, swollen and red. Trisha heard more snickers as she leaned forward and strained, her mouth open and struggling to gulp him back down. "Mmm…" Dan grinned down at the cheerleader, watching her petite body bob back and forth on the carpet as she slurped. The handcuffs around her wrists forced Trisha's shoulders back and thrust out her chest, showing off her perky, bra-less tits, bouncing slightly on her slender frame as she rocked back and forth. From Dan's vantage point, he could see straight down her plunging halter dress, watching the shape of her ample mounds strain and bulge against the tight-fitting fabric, watching her little butt wiggle slightly as she worked up and down his meat, her stiletto heels poking up in the air. A stray strand of Trisha's brown hair had dangled across her face, and Dan could see the cheerleader's arms straining against the cuffs; she was instinctively moving to brush it out of the way before remembering that she was restrained. He laughed to himself, gently jutting his hips into her slurping mouth, pumping his cock deep between her lips. "Good girl," he murmured. "That's a good girl, Trisha." "Fuck yeah…" One of the other men, the one who had handcuffed her, was massaging his crotch as he watched Trisha rock, gulping and smacking on Dan's rod. "She looks so fucking hot…" "Oh yeah…she can't get enough of that dick!" Trisha felt her cheeks growing hot, listening to the voices over her head, admiring her as she slurped down Dan's cock. She couldn't help feeling proud, taking in all their compliments, relishing the lust in all of their voices. She responded by plunging extra far, sending Dan's cock powering into her mouth, opening her lips wide and spearing him deep. "Get her out of that dress," said another voice. "Let's see that hot little body!" "We'll have to undo the cuffs," said a third voice. "Fuck that!" And all of a sudden, there was a person stepping towards Trisha, crouching next to her as she gulped down Dan's meat. He raised one of his hands, and the cheerleader saw a shiny pair of scissors. In the same instant, he grabbed at one of the straps of Trisha's halter dress, pulling the petite girl towards him. Trisha let out a gasp. Dan's cock tumbled out of her mouth, and her eyes widened in horror as she watched the scissor blades close around the strap of her dress. "Hey!" she shouted, and again she began to squirm, her arms and shoulders struggling behind her back – but once more the cheerleader felt the tight, unbreakable cuffs around her hands. Snip! The scissors cut through the fabric of Trisha's dress as if it were air, and the cheerleader felt the tie around her neck loosen and flop uselessly across her chest. The tight dress still clung to her curvy body, but she could feel the top of it beginning to sag, showing off a generous view of her perky tits. "Hey!" Trisha shouted again, and this time she attempted to stand. But someone else was faster; she felt firm hands on her shoulders, and the cheerleader quickly plopped back down on her knees on the carpet. The man with the scissors grinned as he leaned forward, his face red with alcohol, his eyes greedily taking in the sight of Trisha's half-bare chest. Again the scissors came forward, and Trisha gasped and stiffened as the man carefully positioned the blades right in the middle of Trisha's V-neck, the cold metal sliding in between Trisha's tits, against her trembling skin. Snip…snip… In an instant, Trisha stopped squirming and froze, her eyes wide and nervous as she stared at the scissors, feeling the metal slide slowly down her taut stomach. The man was cutting a split straight down the middle of Trisha's dress, in between her tits and over her belly button, and with each clip the material sagged further off the cheerleader's petite body. Her full, ample chest was finally revealed, breaking free of the tight material, the two soft mounds firm and high on her chest, the tiny puffy nipples stiff and hard in response to the cold blade sliding down her slim frame. "Good girl, Trisha," Dan said, grinning as the man sliced her dress in two. "Stay still." The scissors had reached the level of her hips, and were now moving towards the slope of her thighs. Then, she felt the metal sliding across the lace of her thong, still cutting easily through the material of her dress. The cheerleader felt a shudder building in her body, but she tensed and held it in, trying to stay as still as possible, her nervous eyes still on the scissors. She looked up to see the man's eyes widen with anticipation as, bit by bit, the slit down Trisha's dress revealed her bright red panties, barely a few inches over the soft mound beneath it, nothing but a thin string around her slim hips. Trisha could feel the blades tugging on her collapsing dress as the scissors continued between her trembling, slender thighs, only a few inches from the edge of her skirt, a few seconds from cutting her dress in two. At last, the cheerleader couldn't hold in her nervousness anymore, and she squirmed involuntarily, the handcuffs clinking as she rocked her shoulders back and forth. "Please…" Trisha whispered. There was no point in protesting anymore – her dress was already ruined, her tits already on display. But still, she didn't want him to finish slicing the dress in two; she didn't want to feel completely helpless. This is what I asked for… she reminded herself. This is what I wanted… But now that she was here, now that she was really in the middle of a crowd of strangers, she was overcome with nervousness. "Shh, Trisha…" Dan whispered back, grinning down at her. Frantically, still squirming, Trisha stared down at the scissors, and gasped: they were now at the hem of her dress, and then – snip! – they cut through it. The room was warm and Trisha wasn't cold, but the petite cheerleader shivered anyway as she felt what remained of her dress slide off her body, falling down from her slender, curvy hips, away from her bare thighs and tiny waist, slipping off her dainty figure. The man with the scissors stood up, his work finished, but he didn't move away. Instead he stayed next to Trisha, staring down at her, grinning and taking in the sight. The dainty eighteen-year-old was now naked except for her thong and high heels, kneeling and handcuffed on the ground, the shreds of her dress scattered around her on the carpet. Her long brown hair dangled down her back and across her chest, but the wavy curls stopped just above her perky tits, so they could all admire her soft mounds, her pink puffy nipples and smooth skin. "Holy fuck…" a voice groaned, and there were murmurs of agreement. "She's fucking perfect!" "What a hot little body!" "God damn!" Trisha blushed, unable to move to cover herself, unable to do anything but continue kneeling on the carpet in her thong and heels, on display; a petite eighteen-year-old who was helpless and ready for ravishing, listening to strangers leer and admire her naked figure. The cheerleader looked up at Dan, the only person in the room she knew, and the lifeguard grinned wickedly down at her. With one hand he gestured at his cock, still hard, still glistening with her saliva, dangling in front of her. "Well?" Trisha hesitated. "I…Dan…" What was she going to say? But Dan didn't give her a chance to finish anyway. The lifeguard stepped forward and gently slid both hands around the back of Trisha's neck. The cheerleader could feel her hair sway back and forth across her naked back as he gently pushed her forward. Obediently, without any other option, Trisha leaned forward and slowly took his meat back into her mouth, coating the hot, throbbing tool with her lips and her tongue, slurping softly. The entire room was silent, every man engrossed by the sight of the naked, petite cheerleader licking and sucking at Dan's rod, so that the only sound were Trisha's wet smacks and gulps, echoing through the entire apartment. She kept slurping, even as she felt all of their eyes on her little body, all of them watching her lips glide across the hard skin of Dan's cock, eagerly imagining her warm, soft tongue bathing their own cocks, awaiting their turn to slide their hands around her neck and urge her forward. She was shamelessly on display, feeding the lust of all of these strangers, and suddenly Trisha felt her body leaning further forward, gulping more of Dan's meat into her mouth, plunging deep. The cheerleader had them all in her sway – frozen and speechless, unable to tear their eyes away from the sight of her smacking and slurping even if they had wanted to. Then, Trisha heard a metallic sound. The man who had sliced her dress in two had tossed the scissors aside. He was still standing at Trisha's side, nearly shoulder to shoulder with Dan, and now the cheerleader saw he was unzipping his fly, sliding a hand inside his pants to pull out his rapidly hardening cock. The rest of the room came to life with motion, as the group hurried forward, climbing over couches and pushing aside chairs, closing in on the kneeling cheerleader like a pack of wolves. Before she even knew what was happening, Trisha could feel them all around her, forming a tight circle of eager bodies, standing and towering over her. The circle was so tight that the cheerleader could barely lean one direction or another without running into someone's knees – even now, as Trisha sat still, slurping down Dan's cock, she could feel bodies on either side of her, and behind her too, jeans legs just inches from brushing her back and her handcuffed wrists, shoes nearly touching the backs of her upturned high heels. And one by one, they were all undoing their zippers, pulling out their cocks, ready for her. The man who had the scissors was closest to Trisha's face, and he was now edging forward, his hard cock poking out from his fly, the throbbing tip barely an inch from Trisha's right cheek, and at the same time, Dan's hands loosened from around the cheerleader's neck, freeing her. Before she realized what she was doing, the petite girl obediently slipped Dan's cock out of her mouth and turned to her right, popping the stranger's meat into her mouth without a word, sinking him between her slobbery soft lips, coating him with her drool. It was only when he let out a loud groan of approval that Trisha's eyes widened and she realized what she was doing. Not even a second of hesitation…the cheerleader thought. I'm sucking a complete stranger's cock, and I didn't even have to think about it! I didn't even pause for a second! The man's hands had slid around the back of Trisha's head, burying his fingers in her hair, his fingers tightly gripping her skull, and now he was jamming her forward, shoving his cock between her lips, fucking her mouth like a cunt. The cheerleader let out a muffled moan and her lips smacked loudly on his meat, drool dribbling down the shaft as she gulped and slurped. Her mouth was being stuffed and invaded, the rock-hard dick powering deep, forcing its way in and stretching her jaw wide. Trisha moaned again, but it was drowned out by another groan, this one more fierce and wild, as the man continued to pound his cock into Trisha's slobbery lips. "Hey buddy, don't hog her!" "Yeah, your turn's up, man!" Buddy? Man? They don't know each other's names? With a disappointed mutter, the stranger reluctantly let go of Trisha's head, allowing the cheerleader to pull back and catch her breath. But after barely a second of rest, she felt another pair of hands grab her neck and pull her to her right. With a yelp Trisha desperately rotated herself on the carpet, following the pull of the hands, doing her best to scoot on her knees within the little space she had. Her eyes weren't even focused when she felt hot, hard flesh being pressed against her lips, and again the cheerleader parted them, letting him shove his cock into her whimpering mouth. She felt his hands tighten around her neck as he shoved her forward, and with a muffled cry Trisha lost her balance, tipping forward on her knees. The handcuffs made a loud, groaning clank as the cheerleader's shoulders rocked forward, trying to catch herself. Instead she toppled forward, her dainty body bumping into unknown legs and knees, her face colliding with the anonymous crotch in front of her. She heard laughter as the hands pulled her back, and she barely managed to right herself as once more she felt her head being plunged forward, and the cock powered deep into her mouth, stretching her lips and spearing deep, prompting a wet gurgle as Trisha struggled to take him. At last she managed to focus her eyes and glanced up at the stranger towering above her. He was wearing glasses and had a massive potbelly, so that she could barely see his nose and eyes over it, his gaze greedy and lustful as he watched the little cheerleader drool and slobber on his cock. He continued to fuck her face for several more seconds, relishing the feeling of Trisha's soft lips around his meat, watching her drool dribble down her chin and glisten on his shaft. Then he let her go as well, and as she gasped for breath the cheerleader felt yet another pair of hands, just as harsh and rough, yanking her to her right, and once again she desperately scooted to follow them, making her way around the circle. This time her mouth was already open, so that the next cock didn't even need to force its way past her lips to plunge deep between her flushed cheeks, sliding against her soft tongue. Gulping and slurping, Trish accepted the cock as best as she could, breathing frantically through her nose, whimpering with effort as she sucked and smacked. This man was tall and thin and scrawny, but his face was just as lustful and eager, and his hands were just as hard around Trisha's head as he powered his meat into her mouth. One by one, taking each cock in turn, the petite cheerleader worked her way around the circle, servicing each of the men, rotating herself on the floor so that she was kneeling properly in front of them. Some of them grabbed her around the back of her head, burying their fingers in her soft, wavy hair; others preferred to slip them around her smooth neck, forcing her forward. Some of them pounded her face with hard, fast strokes, making her cough and drool spill onto her chin; others plunged into her mouth with long, slow motions, so they could watch each inch of their shaft vanish between her soft, moaning lips. But none of them noticed that, as the cheerleader whimpered, as they yanked the little girl around the circle, her thong was starting to glisten with something wet and hot. Trisha had instantly noticed the sopping wetness in her pussy, and even as she glided her lips up and down a random rod, her body ached to bury a hand in her swollen mound, to give her eager twat some relief with three fingers or more. More than once the handcuffs jangled and clanked as the cheerleader desperately tried to pull one arm or the other forward, craving the chance to shove a hand down her panties. But all she could do was whimper in lust as she continued to suck her way around the circle. She couldn't help it; she could feel their hot lust building, filling the entire circle, flooding her as she knelt in the middle. Trisha could see their faces darken when she looked up into each of their eyes as she gulped down their rods – crazy, wild lust, completely unchecked desire for her, watching her sweet, pouty face gobble down their cocks like candy. Her body tingled with lust each time she saw their faces. Their looks of disappointment were just as good as they reluctantly let her go, passing her to the next guy, barely able to give up the feel of her soft lips wrapping around their cocks. And best of all was the sensation of their rock-hard shafts, powering into her soft lips, forcing their way in like a drill, pumping her whimpering mouth with an animalistic energy. She could feel their strength and their lust coursing through their cocks with each hard thrust, and it made her tremble with excitement. The cheerleader's nervousness was completely gone now, and she knew exactly why: All these hard cocks, all these horny guys…all of them bearing down on me…they all want their turn with the dirty little slut! They all want to violate and use her, just like she deserves! Trisha didn't even know what they were planning for her, but she knew that it would be incredibly dirty, incredibly nasty, and her pussy was dripping wet with anticipation. It wasn't until the familiar hands closed around her neck, and the cheerleader looked up to see his same wicked grin, that Trisha realized she had slurped her way around the entire circle and was now back at Dan. With an eager wink, she voluntarily plunged herself forward, gulping his shaft down, relishing the same hard skin pressing against her hungrily lapping tongue. She looked up to watch Dan's face as she slurped, her brown doe-eyes on his, and realized that his gaze was drifting down her petite, rocking body, resting on her damp thong. "Looks like you're enjoying yourself, huh Trisha?" He smirked as he stared at the glistening wetness in her thong. Then, as the cheerleader continued to slurp, he casually raised a foot and slipped it in between her slim thighs, resting the top of it just barely against her wet mound, and pressed firmly into her aching flesh. Trisha's eyes widened and a loud, surprised moan of pleasure burst out of her, echoing through the apartment, accompanied by a wild stream of drool that poured down Dan's cock and onto the carpet. Her entire body flushed with the feeling of Dan's foot pushing into her cunt – even the slightest pressure raced through her, nourishing her eager lust, and her cunt cried out for more. "Like that, Trisha?" The lifeguard grinned, and he began to gently run his foot up and down between the cheerleader's trembling legs, grinding into her sopping twat, sending jolt after jolt of carnal pleasure through her little body. Trisha nodded eagerly in response, the motion rocking Dan's buried cock up and down in her mouth as she slurped. Her hips began to squirm and rock against his foot, pushing back against him, rubbing her aching cunt against him. Ohhh yes…just like that! More! "You like being treated like a nasty whore? Does it get you off?" Dan taunted her. The rest of the room laughed. They already couldn't believe that this sweet little brunette, barely five feet tall, with her pouty face and innocent brown eyes, would ever subject herself to this kind of treatment. Now, they all realized that it was turning her on too! Again Trisha nodded in response, her moans and whimpers muffled by Dan's cock, her lips slobbery and sloppy. Her shoulders jolted forward, so strongly that the handcuffs were painful as they dug into her wrists. Damn these handcuffs! "You like sucking all these cocks, Trisha? You want to service every one of them, don't you?" The lifeguard grinned at her. Again Trisha nodded, her entire body rocking and squirming, her arms and wrists fighting the handcuffs even though she knew she couldn't escape. All around her she could feel their lustful eyes on her twisting, fidgeting body, wriggling frantically in her own lust, desperately rocking and grinding against Dan's foot, unable to contain her excitement any longer. Finally, Trisha wrenched her head back. "Please, Dan…" she started out. Please…please take these damn handcuffs off! But she never got to finish her sentence. Dan's taunts were raising in volume, and now he shouted over her, cutting her off, so that the entire room could clearly hear him. "You know, Trisha," he said. "If you're going to service every one of these nice gentlemen, I don't think just your mouth is going to be enough." The rest of the group broke into grins and smirks. The cheerleader's plump, slobbery mouth was still open, and now as she looked around the circle she could see them edging forward, closing in on her. Dan continued on. "There's too many cocks for just one mouth, Trisha. If you want to do all of these men right, you're going to have to use your entire body." And suddenly, Trisha felt hands close around her slim waist and her body lift off of the ground. She yelped out loud in surprise, her handcuffed arms wiggling in panic. The man behind her picked up the petite cheerleader effortlessly, and tossed her over one shoulder, so that her head was dangling behind his back, hanging in midair. Trisha's vision spun, her hair flopping down in front of her swinging face, her legs flailing blindly. But the man didn't seem to notice. Instead, he was talking over her yelps of protest, as if she wasn't even worth listening to. "Where we taking her?" he asked. "The couch," someone else said, and Trisha's barely-focused eyes caught the sight of an arm, pointing. "Put her on the couch." "No," Dan said. "It's too small." Then there was a pause, as the group looked around the room, thinking. The only sound was Trisha's grunts as she kicked and wiggled on the man's shoulders, the handcuffs jingling as she struggled. Finally someone spoke up. "How about the table? The dining table?" There were mutters of agreement and Trisha's vision spun once more as she saw the floor begin to move beneath her swinging head. Then, a second later, she felt the man hoisting her back off his shoulder, and with another shout she felt herself collapsing onto a hard, wooden surface. It was incredibly uncomfortable – she was lying on her back on a long, hard table, but her hands were still tied behind her, and so she was awkwardly lying on top of her pinned arms, smushing them between her petite body and the hard wooden table. Frantically, she tried to catch her footing on the edge of the table, but she heard a loud scraping as her heels clattered across the surface, quickly sliding off, leaving her slender legs dangling off the end. Trisha squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to steady her vision, and when she opened them again she saw that they had all crowded around the table, grinning and leering down at her. Their eyes were dark and ravenous with lust at the sight of her – dainty and cute, her arms pinned, clad only in a bright red thong and stiletto heels. Trisha's long, wavy hair was splashed across the table, while on the other end her legs hung limply off the side. With her hands handcuffed underneath her, the cheerleader was forced to arch her back slightly, and now every one of her curves was beautifully on display; her slim, slightly bent waist sloping into her smooth hips, her dainty shoulders thrown back, her perky tits bouncing on her chest as she wriggled. Trisha rocked slightly to the left and right, trying to adjust her position, but no matter what, the wood was hard on her shoulders and her hips, and her hands and arms were painfully squished underneath her. "Yeah," Dan said, grinning. "Yeah, she looks good there, doesn't she?" "So who gets to go first?" He was asking the entire room, but he was still staring down at Trisha, stretched awkwardly across his dining table. "Why don't you pick, Trisha? Who gets to feel your tight pussy first?" The cheerleader squirmed as she glanced around the table. Every one of their faces were red and thick with lust, their eyes barely human, seeing only the sweet, soft body in front of them, their cocks aching to take every inch of her. She could see hands reaching down for their dicks, all of them still coated in her saliva, stroking them gently, trying to soothe the throbbing. Even as uncomfortable as she was, she felt a shiver of eagerness run through her at the sight of their excitement, at the thought of what they were imagining doing to her, at how hard and fierce each and every one of them would pound their cocks into her. But how was she supposed to pick one of them? I mean…I've never even met any of them before! "Umm…" she stuttered. "I…I don't know, Dan. I don't anyone's name!" The lifeguard laughed loudly. "Me neither, Trisha!" She blinked, confused. "W-what??" The rest of the room was laughing now, too. "They're all strangers, Trisha!" Dan said. "They all answered a little proposition I was offering this afternoon in my building. They're paying for a little fun, and then they'll leave!" Trisha gasped, her eyes widening as she glanced around the room. The cheerleader blushed bright red as she imagined Dan, knocking on random doors, stopping solitary men he passed on the stairwell to whisper discretely in their ear, offering her like a cheap slut! Grabbing as many people as possible, to share her together! Selling her!! They're complete strangers…they don't know anyone else here! She shuddered. Dan's....he's…pimping me out! I'm his prostitute, and all of these men are going to pay him for the chance to fuck me! And Trisha had come here tonight without knowing about any of this. I didn't even want any money…all I was thinking about was being ravished, violated…being treated like a dirty whore… And now, she really was – she actually was a nasty slut, trading her little body for payment. Around her, voices started to ring out, shaking her out of her thoughts. "Let's get this show going, huh?" "Yeah, hurry up, bitch!" Their voices were no longer just excited – now they were rough and dangerous and impatient. Trisha raised her head and with a nervous tremble, she realized that that the circle had closed in around the table – they were all edging forward, and some of their faces were starting to darken in the overhead light, looking slightly uncontained. They seemed just on the edge of controlling themselves. Within seconds, they might lose it – they might jump her and take her like animals. Quickly she turned her head to face the man standing next to Dan. She couldn't point, so instead she just gestured at him with her chin. "Um…h-him. He's first!" The man burst out in a grin, and in an instant he hurried, almost sprinted, to the end of the table, pushing the other disappointed men out of the way as he positioned himself in front of Trisha's dangling high heels. The cheerleader started as she felt his hands tighten around her ankles, and it was only then that the full reality of her situation crashed down on her. Trisha was now a whore – a real, actual prostitute, handcuffed and helpless in Dan's apartment, surrounded by strangers, by customers. This man was going to be only the first one to sink his prick into her, she realized. They're paying for me…which means they're going to ravish me as much as they can! They're going to get their money's worth! She raised her head to stare at the man grabbing her ankles. He was stretching them far apart, splitting her legs into a wide, vertical V, exposing her pussy to him. His cock was hard and ready, and now she felt him grab roughly at her thong, not even taking it off but just shoving it aside. He wasn't looking at Trisha's face but only at her soft, wet, open cunt. The man let out a groan as he slowly leaned forward, and Trisha's body instinctively stiffened as she felt his hips press against hers, his grip tightening around her dangling ankles. Her cunt was still swollen and damp from before, but now it was mixed with nervousness as Trisha stared up at all the strangers – no! she reminded herself, not strangers…customers… – and the discomfort of lying awkwardly on top of her hands on the hard table. She felt something hard and fleshy press up against her warm twat, and the cheerleader let out a soft whimper, unsure whether she was excited or frightened. The man groaned again as he began to gently rock against Trisha's pussy, feeling her soft, wet skin against his. "Oh fuck…what a hot little piece…" His eyes were fixed on the tender mound between Trisha's spread legs, his mouth wide open, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Come on, man!" The rest of them weren't muttering now – they were shouting, in strained, desperately impatient voices. "Let's go, asshole!" "Hurry up!" As the petite cheerleader looked up, she realized that none of the men were grinning back at her anymore. They weren't even looking at her face – instead, they were all mirroring the man about to fuck her; they were staring at her slim hips, at her outstretched, slender legs, and at the wet, soft pussy in between. Everyone was stroking their cocks now, trying to contain their lust and their impatience; even Dan, who was watching the first customer, still staring down between Trisha's open hips. "All right, all right…" he mumbled, and then he slowly eased himself forward, his hips jutting gently, his hands tight around Trisha's dangling ankles, keeping her legs spread wide for him. The cheerleader gasped as she felt him pierce into her cunt, his hard prick sinking into her tight canal, stretching her open. She was still soaking wet; his cock eased into her effortlessly, spearing deep into her quivering body. Trisha lifted her head to watch, but from her angle all she could see was his hips, slowly pressing forward into hers, matched by the feeling of him filling her, plunging into her swollen twat. "Ohhhh Godddd…" he groaned, closing his eyes, his face going slack with pleasure. He buried himself even deeper in Trisha, prompting another gasp as she felt him power into her, and her legs and hips twitched involuntarily as her petite body accepted him. "Ohhh fuck…" "How's it feel, man?" someone asked, too impatient to wait. "Ohhh…she's so fucking tight…" he groaned back, and Trisha felt his hands slide off her ankles, then circling around her waist, his fingers tightening on her slim, taut tummy. Then, he bucked forward, his hips plowing into hers, and Trisha felt her body jolt upwards as his cock plunged deep into her pussy, his shaft throbbing and thick inside of her, pulsing with his lust. His thrust was deep, so deep, and it sent another spear through her, a powerful jolt of pleasure that didn't stop at her pussy but raced through the rest of her dainty, trembling body. Trisha's moan burst out of her chest, unbidden. "Oooohh!" "Uhhh!!" The man's groan was even louder this time, and his pace quickened in response to the cheerleader's cry of pleasure, driving his meat hard into her cunt, filling her body with hot, delicious shocks of lust. The cheerleader could feel her back arching and her hips rocking, her body working to meet his hips, inviting him deeper and harder into her soft pussy. "Yes…yes…yes!" Trisha's whimpers were rhythmic as she felt his grip tighten even more around her little waist, pulling her body against him, sending her sliding across the slick table as he pounded into her. Her slender, outstretched legs were now rocking in the air, her heels swinging. Her perky tits were flopping on her arched chest as she slid back and forth on the table, her petite figure being yanked by the man, her pussy stuffed and filled by his throbbing cock. "Oh fuck…oh yeah…she's so fucking tight…so tight…" The man was lost in the pleasure of plunging into Trisha, his moans a stream of subconscious words, mixing with the cheerleader's own wails and the sound of his hips colliding with hers, of his balls slapping the mound of her cunt as he drilled into her. Trisha had titled her head back and closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of his hard cock inside of her, feeling his harsh grip around her waist as he thrust against her hips. In an instant, she had forgotten about the pain in her pinned arms, about the discomfort of the hard wood on her smooth skin. All she could feel now was her own lust, coursing through her trembling body, and the lust of the man pounding her hard and fast. "Yeah…a tight little pussy on a tight little girl…" the man groaned. His face was growing red with effort as he pumped Trisha's twat, watching the petite girl slide back and forth on the table, her hair flopping on the surface, her legs rearing in the air. "How old are you, little girl?" "Ooh! I'm…oh!...I'm eighteen…" Trisha whimpered back immediately, her eyes still closed, her body still rocking and bucking on the table, grinding against the thick cock. "Holy fuck!" "Jesus!" "No fucking way!" Trisha's eyes burst open as she heard the surprised shouts echoed around the rest of the table. She grinned up at them, a circle of horny men surrounding the table, watching her rock and slide across it as she eagerly took a hard dick. She imagined what was running through their minds now: hearing that she was just eighteen, that the little girl wiggling and whimpering on the table was still in high school must be such a shock. They weren't fucking just a used-up old prostitute, but a young, sweet little girl. The cheerleader could see their muscles tense with desires, their bodies rigid with eagerness, ready and impatient for their turn to despoil the innocent high school slut. And she felt her own lust building at the sight of theirs, her own body crying out for more, completely forgetting that she was handcuffed, that she was surrounded by strangers. The man was still plunging deep into her, his cock hard and throbbing. Each thrust sent Trisha's petite body rocking and sliding across the table, and as the cheerleader stared up, watching their faces, she heard more words tumble out of her mouth, teasing them even more, eager to provoke their lust, to see their reactions. "Oooh yes! I'm only eighteen!" Trisha repeated, her eyes bright as they flickered from face to face, drinking in the sight of their leers. She was mixing her teases with her moans of pleasure. "I'm not even out of high school!" "Oh FUCK yeah!" That was the man fucking her, and now he was pumping his cock so hard and fierce into Trisha that the entire table was rocking, sending the cheerleader sliding to and fro, the wood creaking loudly, her long, splayed hair falling over the edges with the motion. Trisha raised her head to see his face between her spread, slender legs. He was sweaty and red, his hair matted around his forehead. His eyes were wide and crazy, like an animal ready to feast, and the cheerleader felt a wild lust of her own rush through her body at the sight of him. All around her, the rest of the men were staring down at her, hanging on her every, teasing word. "Ooohhh…do you boys like that? You like fucking an eighteen-year-old girl?" Trisha grinned as she saw all of them nod in unison, their mouths open, their eyes wide. The words were just spilling out of her; she wasn't even thinking about them, only half-aware of saying them. The slut inside of her just knew what to say. "Ohh…oh yes! I'm…on the cheerleading squad at my high school," she told them. "You…oh!...you can come see me cheer at our games!" "FUCK! Fuck yeah!" The man between her legs was rocking and bucking into her with all his strength, his face wild with lust, his hips a blur as he powered his cock into Trisha's twat. He was panting, his grip tight and painful around Trisha's thin hips as he pumped her body against his meat. Now, the cheerleader could see his eyes grow and his open mouth widen, his groans pouring out as he responded to her teasing. "Oh fuck…I'm gonna cum inside of this nasty cheerleader!" The force of his hips sent hers flailing across the table, her arched body writhing and rocking on his cock. The rest of the room erupted. "No way man!" "No sloppy seconds!" "Pull out first!" But the man shook his head, sweating profusely, on the edge. "Fuck, no…I've got to cum inside her… she's too fucking hot!" The rest of the room kept protesting, each of their yells drowning out the others so there was only a blur of voices. Then, Trisha's clear, eager yelp rose above all of them. "In my mouth!" the cheerleader suggested. "Then cum in my mouth!" The rest of the room fell silent as every face stared down at her, stunned and gaping. The man gave a deep growl, and then Trisha felt his cock sliding out of her cunt, leaving her feeling swollen and empty. A moment later she felt hands on her face, and her head was wrenched to the side. He grabbed her mouth with one hand and yanked her lips open. Trisha was unprepared, and she let out a surprised sputter as she felt his cock plunge into her mouth. She barely even had time to close her lips around his shaft when she felt it throb and twitch, and in the same second her mouth was flooded with his hot, salty cum, each stream blasting across her taste buds with a spasm of his cock. The cheerleader swallowed it down, gulping the first wads of cum to make room in her mouth for the next, already spurting onto her tongue and spilling out of her lips and down her right cheek. "Ohhh yeahhh…" With a satisfied groan, indicating he'd pumped the last of his cum into her, the man slowly stepped back, watching as Trisha swallowed a second time. The cheerleader turned her head back up and saw Dan's face above her, watching as she gulped down her first customer's seed. His eyes were just as lustful and hungry as everyone else's, and his mouth was in a wide grin. As Trisha stared back at him, she remembered his face through the window as he had fucked Britney only hours earlier, his groans of pleasure. But there weren't half a dozen men with him! She told herself. She wasn't as slutty as I am now! Thoughts of revenge came back to her now, building alongside her lust, making her chest rise with excitement as she stared up at the lifeguard. I'll show him who the nastiest girl is…I'll show him I'm a better fuck than Britney! "Who's next?" she called out. They all surged forward, unable to wait any longer, no longer thinking of turns or lines. The man with the potbelly had been standing closest to her legs, and he got there first, pushing others out of the way, grabbing onto the cheerleader's hips to stake his territory. Without even a glance at Trisha to see if she was ready, he plunged his thick dick into her, and the cheerleader bucked upwards as her aching pussy was filled once more. "Ohhh!" she cried out, spreading her legs wide of her own accord, offering herself to him, inviting him further in. The rest of the men were muttering angrily, and now it became clear that they were no longer willing to only stand and watch. Trisha saw hands fly forward and in an instant they were on her body, caressing her smooth, curved hips and waist, grabbing and squeezing her tits, running all over her skin as the second man's cock began to plow hard and fast into her twat. Every part of the young brunette was being fondled now; her chest and her hips, her smooth, spread legs; someone was even running a hand through her long silky hair. Trisha could feel their warm fingers all over her, damp with desire, on the trembling edge of grabbing hold of her petite body and taking her for their own, their cocks painfully hard with lust for her. She had done a flawless job of teasing them: beginning the night in a sexy, tight halter dress, getting down on her knees and sucking each of their dicks in turn. Then she had spread her slender legs for them on Dan's dining room table, handcuffed and whimpering and writhing on the hard wood, all the while making sure they knew she was just eighteen, cementing in all their minds the image of her as a cute high school cheerleader while they waited their turn to pound into her. Now their lust was amped up and bursting, and they couldn't contain their hunger for her any longer. "Yes! Ohh God yes!" Trisha wailed. The man's hands tightened around the cheerleader's thighs, his thick fingers tight and painful on her soft skin. A moment later Trisha felt her ass begin to rise an inch or two off the table; the man was lifting her up by her legs, raising her hips to a better angle as he bucked furiously into her soaked twat. His cock was hard and hot and throbbing as it drilled into her, each thrust making her squirm and rock with pleasure. His strokes weren't as fast as the last guy: instead he would pull the full length of his shaft out of her pussy and then power himself back in, each pump rumbling through the rest of Trisha's body. The cheerleader was once again sent sliding on the table, but he wasn't yanking her back like the other man, so now Trisha felt herself being slowly pushed across the surface. Each thrust was so hard that it scooted her entire body, bit by bit, as she twisted and bucked on the hard wood. "Uh! Uh! Fuck!" "Ohhh! Ohhh…yes!" The cheerleader felt her hair spilling over the other side of the table, billowing down in a long brown wave. Then, she started to feel the support of the table beneath her head fading away. With each hard pound the man was pushing Trisha across the table; the force of his cock pounding her pussy was so strong that he had slid the little cheerleader to the edge of the wood, so that her head was now tipping precariously over the edge. She began to squirm against him, trying to scoot back on the table, to keep her head on the table. But she was still handcuffed, and his hands were tight around her thighs, keeping her ass an inch off the table as he plunged into her. She couldn't do anything but succumb to his hard thrusts. "Fuck! Fuck! Uhhh!" The man's groans echoed through the air, and Trisha felt his hands tighten on her slender legs as he began to pump even harder, his balls slapping against her cunt. His entire body was rocking with the effort of fucking her, and the motion sent Trisha's spread legs swinging back and forth in his grip, her stiletto heels dangerously sailing through the air on either side of his head. Trisha felt the wood sliding against her skin, her body sliding with each delicious plunge into her dripping twat – and then suddenly, she felt her head fall backwards into air, her neck straining, the edge of the wood cutting into the backs of her shoulders. The man had done it; his fierce fucking had pushed her so far across the table that her head was now dangling, upside-down, over the edge. Trisha yelped as her vision spun, switching from a view of the ceiling to an inverse view of the room. Her entire body was still rocking and grinding against the man's dick, and now her hair was swinging in the air as it dangled from her head, the tips brushing against the carpet. Trisha squirmed again as she tried to fit herself back on the table, but it was still no use. She could feel blood rushing to her head as it continued to dangle upside-down, the edge of the table painfully pressing into the back of her shoulders and neck. "Hey…" she started out, trying to get someone's attention, to get some help. Apparently someone heard her, because a second later she felt hands close around her upturned face, supporting her. The cheerleader waited for him to lift her head up and slide her back onto the table, and she opened her mouth, ready to thank whoever it was. But instead, she saw a blur of wrong-way-up movement in front of her, and then something hard and fleshy was pressing in between her parted lips. Trisha's eyes widened and she let out a muffled gasp of shock. This man wasn't helping her at all! Instead his hands tightened around her cheeks, and he began to plunge his cock into Trisha's open, upturned mouth, ignoring her moans of protest, stretching her lips with his hard shaft. Instinctively, Trisha's handcuffed body bucked and writhed on the table, struggling to free herself. Suddenly, she heard whoops and sneers all around her, and she realized how ridiculous she must look: stretched out on the table, lying on her chained arms, her legs spread in the air as one man pounded her cunt, and her head hanging upside-down and helpless off the other edge, her whimpering mouth pushed wide as someone else fucked her face. Her loose hair swung and flopped in the air as the man began to rock her upturned head against his hips, forcing her to swallow his meat. On each side of the table, the two men plunged their dicks into the squirming cheerleader stretched on top of it. "Fuck yeah!" "Use that little whore!" Trisha heard the man plunging into her mouth grunt eagerly in response to their jeers, and suddenly he was jamming the full length of his cock between her stretched lips, his shaft powering deep down her unwilling mouth and throat. The cheerleader felt her chest heave and her body thrash as she gagged badly on his dick, and thick streams of her drool spilled out of her lips. If this had been a normal blowjob, Trisha's slobber would have dribbled down her chin – but the little brunette's head was hanging upside-down, and so now her face twiched as she felt her saliva begin to stream up her flushed cheeks, running across her nose. Her hips were still being rocked and lifted against the man fucking her, his hands now sweaty with the effort of pounding her cunt, his cock throbbing with lust inside of her. Now, as Trisha helplessly whimpered, she felt the table creak and rock – someone was climbing onto it. Then, a second later, the cheerleader felt movement on either side of her slim waist, and two hands were pressing up on both sides of her perky chest, pushing the soft, round tits together. She tried to lift her head up to see what was going on, but of course she couldn't, not with the hands tight around her drool-coated cheeks, not with the cock still pounding into her moaning lips. A second later, she felt something hard and hot slide up between her breasts, and she understood. Someone was straddling her midriff as she lay on the table. Now he was grabbing her plump tits so they bulged together, and he was sliding his hard cock in between, titty-fucking her, enjoying the feeling of her soft, teenage chest around his throbbing rod. There were more whoops and laughs and cheers. Trisha was being thoroughly violated now. Her slim legs were spread for a random man to plunge in between them – a man who had paid for that privilege. Her tits were harshly groped and pushed together for someone else to fuck, his cock firm and hard against the soft skin of the cheerleader's chest. She was being savagely face-fucked, her head dangling off the edge of the table, helpless to wrench herself away, her mouth shoved open and pounded by the hard shaft. Trisha's head was starting to throb with being upside-down for so long, but the man took no notice, continuing to plow his meat between her whimpering, struggling lips. A second later, the cheerleader felt one hand slide off her thigh, and then one also fell away from her groped tits and one of her puffy cheeks. She heard more cheers and yells and some fleshy snaps above her squirming, whimpering body. They were high-fiving, she realized. These three men, all complete strangers, were now grinning ear-to-ear at each other as they ravished Trisha together, watching her squirm under their collective grips, watching her soft pussy engulf the hard cock pounding into it, watching her face twitch and her drool dribble out of her lips as she helplessly accepted the shaft pumping her face. Their hands were all over her, grabbing her legs and using them as leverage, tightly gripping her cheeks, mashing her perky chest. The little cheerleader could hear their groans ringing out together, could feel all of their thrusting, their rocking and pumping, their throbbing hot shafts on her and inside of her. And even as she whimpered and wriggled, even as she choked on the cock in her mouth and her head grow dizzy from hanging upside-down for so long, the cheerleader felt her own body burning hot with lust, thrilled by the way they were treating her, driven wild by the feeling of being violated like a slut for communal use. That's what I am… Trisha told herself. That's what Dan has turned me into…an actual whore, a gang-banged slut! She felt her body arching upwards, her legs spreading wider, inviting the potbellied man even deeper into her tingling twat, to pound her body even harder. The jolts of lust pulsed through her, the throbbing of her pleasure drowning out every other thought. She had done this to them, she knew; she had turned them into these impatient, barely-controlled animals, into men driven half-crazy with savage lust for her soft body. "Ughhh!!" A voice called out. From the distance, Trisha could tell it was the man fucking her pussy. "I'm…I'm gonna cum!" The same chorus rang out as before. "Not inside her, man!" "Pull out first!" "Ahhh…fuck!" Trisha felt his grip loosen on her thighs, letting her ass slide back down onto the table. She shivered as she felt him slide out of her. Then, a second later her hips twitched involuntarily as she felt sometime warm and gooey splatter across her crotch, a stream of hot liquid that ran from her belly button to her little clit. The potbellied man let out a wild groan of satisfaction, and Trisha continued to squirm as she felt more of his cum spurt across her belly, coating the little cheerleader in his seed, one thick, white rope after another. Trisha felt her body bucking upwards as the warm cum ran across her skin, her still-spread legs pumping in the air, her torso colliding with the legs of the man straddling her tits. She couldn't help it – her body was overflowing with lust at the feeling of his seed on her skin, at the sheer nastiness of the image of him pumping his load onto her body, depositing his cum on her instead of inside of her because other men wanted to use her pussy too. I'm a cum dump…a whore…a slut! The words ran through her mind, each one making her buck harder, wanting more. A loud moan burst out of her heaving chest, and even though it was muffled, no one could mistake the pleasure in it. They all knew that she was relishing the feeling of cum on her skin, that she loved bringing them to orgasm. "Oh God!" Like a chain reaction, one man's climax led to another. The sight of Trisha squirming and bucking on the table, of the petite cheerleader taking pleasure in getting sprayed with cum was too much. She felt the hands on her face tighten, painful on her cheeks, squeezing her face together. Then, for the second time that night, she felt a cock throb and grow between her lips, filling with cum and jetting it into her mouth, one thick spurt at a time. The cheerleader felt her strained neck muscles struggle as she accepted his load, swallowing each stream as it came. At the same time, she felt the legs on either side of her begin to strain and twitch, and then she felt more hot wads splash across her chest and neck; the man titty-fucking her was cumming too. "Uhhh…ohhhh yesss!!!" Trisha's eyes were closed, her body rocking and sliding uncontrollably on the table, her face red and flushed. The three men were cumming together, on and in her, all over her body and within her mouth, and she was drowning in the feeling of it, her body pulsing with pleasure, her lust throbbing through her head. Even as she felt the jism run down her throat, she could feel more of it all over her; a fan of streams on her belly between her pussy and her navel, more spurts coating her chest and collar. The first jet had been so powerful that she could feel it nearly reaching her chin, thick and sticky on her stretched, straining neck. All of it was wet and warm, tingling on her skin, evidence of her sluttiness, of the men's sated lust for her whimpering, bucking body. There was a loud, collective sigh, as if the entire room was relaxing together. Then, Trisha felt the table rocking, her own body sagging back down. The hands slid off her thighs and face, the still-hard cock gently glided out of her mouth. The man on the table dismounted her, stumbling back onto the floor. For a moment, Trisha stayed spread out on the table. Finally, there was not a single cock in her or a single hand caressing her, but even so she kept her legs in the air and spread, her hips and back arched. Her head still dangled off the table, even as it swam with dizziness and her neck and shoulders cried out for relief. Upside-down, she grinned. How's that, Britney? she thought. You think you're gonna keep Dan away from me? Not a chance! She was stretched out on the lifeguard's dining room table, coated with cum, her little body thoroughly ravished. He can't say no to a slut like me! No one can! She felt so arrogant and conceited: she wanted every guy for herself, she wanted to turn them all bright red with insatiable lust for her, she wanted to seduce Dan and prove she could do it better than Britney. But instead of feeling ashamed about her vanity, her body thrilled with excitement and confidence. Her thoughts were interrupted by another pair of hands, closing around her slender legs. Four men had cum in her mouth and on her skin, Trisha counted; there was one left. A second later she felt herself being harshly yanked forward, being dragged back across the table, positioned for yet another fucking, her head and painful neck finally resting once more on hard wood. The anonymous hands tightened on her legs, harsh and hungry and strong, spreading them so wide that she was almost doing the splits in the air. Before she even looked up, she knew it was Dan. The lifeguard's face was as lustful and animalistic as she'd ever seen it, his eyes narrowed as he gazed at the cheerleader, his mouth open in a growl of carnal pleasure. The cheerleader glanced down at her own body. It had felt like a lot of cum, even when she couldn't see it, but even so she was surprised at the sight. The entire part between her belly button and her cunt was glistening with white semen; there were so many fat ropes of it that they were starting to blend together into a single blanket of thick goo. Now that her head was raised, the load deposited on her neck and chest had started to dribble downward, running across the perky mounds of her tits. More of her upper body was covered with cum than uncovered, she realized – only a strip of her waist in between was unsullied. And the cheerleader knew that her face must be a mess, too, from her slobbery, choking, upside-down blowjob. She could feel her own saliva all over her cheeks and nose, globbed in her hair; some had even run up into her nostrils. The petite, unsure cheerleader who had nervously walked through Dan's door was now flushed and sticky with cum and drool. Trisha stared up at Dan, drinking in his fierce, wildly hungry face. Has he ever looked at Britney like this? Trisha knew that he probably had; the head cheerleader was stunning, after all. A twinge of jealousy reared inside of her. She may have a better body than me, but…I'm the sluttiest girl around! And I'll prove it! "Oooh, Dan…" she cooed. "What are you waiting for? Hurry!" She meant it, too; her pussy was still soaked and felt achingly empty. Dan's voice was low and dripping with lust. "Take off her handcuffs," was all he said. There was a rummaging on the other side of the table, as Trisha kept talking. "I've been a good girl for you tonight, haven't I? I've been a good whore…?" "Fuck yeah, Trisha," Dan growled. "Yeah, you've been a good whore." Trisha felt hands groping her back, heard the sound of metal around her wrists. Then, with a click, her hands were free – for a moment, she forgot what it was like to be able to move them. But then a second later she felt one free hand sliding down her stomach, the undone handcuffs dangling off her wrist. Then her body arched with pleasure as her fingers found her swollen cunt, already filled and pumped by two cocks tonight but still aching for more. As Dan watched, Trisha gently slid her fingers in and against the lips of her pussy, jolting as she did it, shivering and trembling with pleasure. Her palm smeared against the cum splattered all over her stomach, messily painting herself with it as she trailed circles around her cunt. The streams of jism were spread into a glistening coat on her entire midriff, sticking to her hand, pooling in her belly button. Trisha's body began to twist and writhe on the table, her back arching and her legs swinging, her arms trembling, her head rocking back and forth, savoring the freedom to finger her own pussy at last, to soothe her eager, crazy lust. All the while she stared back at Dan, as she moaned and whimpered and jolted in her pleasure. Her pride soared as she watched the look in his eyes, so strong and dangerous that a shiver ran through her body. I'll make him want me more…I'll make him so horny for me he forgets completely about Britney! "Are you going to fuck your whore?" she purred. Once again she didn't have to think: the words just poured out of her, coming from her carnal body and bypassing her brain altogether. "Are you going to pound my pussy now, Dan?" The lifeguard was beyond words now. The only sound he made was a low, hungry growl, and Trisha's eyes brightened eagerly as his hands closed around her waist, pulling her toward him, and in a single, smooth motion he powered his cock into her sopping twat. Trisha's body bucked furiously upwards in response, so hard that the table creaked with her thrashing, her head swinging upwards in an arc. She spread her legs of her own accord, straightening them and splitting them as wide as she could, making a V in the air to offer herself to him. Now her hand rubbed at her clit, as he pounded into her, her fingers gentle but firm on the swollen nub, tweaking it in circles so delicious that she had to squirm and twist on the table just to contain her pleasure. Her moans burst out of her, high and wild and eager, echoing throughout the room. "Yes! Ohhh yes! Oh GOD! Just like that!" Dan was groaning too, his thrusts hard and fierce, sending the table perilously rocking, the wood scraping and screeching, and the cheerleader rocked along with it, her dangling hair swishing, her legs pumping, her cum-coated tits swaying on her chest. His harsh growls were music to Trisha's ears – the same lust pouring out of him that she always relished, fierce and hungry at the chance to violate her petite body. The cheerleader raised her head to look and saw that his eyes were on hers, watching her buck and yelp as he drilled his shaft into her cunt, his face stuck in a deep scowl, lost in the feeling of pounding her as hard as he could. The full weight of his hips were powering into her, his legs tense with effort, his body rigid and stiff. He was plunging his cock so deep that Trisha felt split in two, her entire body stretched and stuffed to the brim. Trisha kept her big brown eyes on his face as he pumped her, and then she heard the words tumble out of her mouth. "I'm a nasty slut, aren't I, Dan?" "Yeah," he growled softly, half-subconsciously, lost in the pleasure of fucking her. "Yeah you are." It was her lust talking now, her body taking over. "Am I the nastiest girl you ever met? The filthiest slut you ever fucked?" Trisha wanted to hear it from him; that he wanted her more than any other girl, that she was naughtier than all of them. "Oh fuck, yeah," Dan replied immediately, not even thinking about it. "You're the best whore I've ever seen, Trisha!" His cock was so big as it plunged into her – a thick rod fiercely spearing into her soft, tight canal. "Hell yeah she is!!!" Trisha whirled her head around to see who had shouted, but it didn't matter; the rest of the room was all grinning as they watched her, stunned at the sight of her wailing and wriggling on the table, moaning out her dirty talk, asking Dan to call her a slut again and again. There was no mistaking the eager thrill in her eyes; she loved hearing them call her a whore, and like a single mind, they all happily indulged her, shouting out their favorite taunts and their most degrading slurs. "Yeah, she's a cum-starved whore!" "Fuck that bitch like she deserves!" "Pound that filthy cheerleader!" Trisha's body was coursing and burning with lust, it felt like she was on fire, her red-hot pleasure blazing through her, dancing across her skin. The cheerleader closed her eyes and lost herself in their shouts, her fingers still eagerly circling her clit, her hips still rocking against Dan's, her entire body reverberating with the strength of his savage thrusts, with the force of his cock throbbing deep inside of her. "What a nasty cunt!" "Cock-hungry whore!" "Yeah, you dirty girl!" Cum-starved…cock-hungry…filthy…nasty… The words rushed through Trisha like hot water, making her flush, making her buck and rock even harder against Dan's hard pumps. Britney had been the reason Trisha had come tonight; the reason she had called Dan in the first place. But now, suddenly, the head cheerleader was nothing but an afterthought. Now, all Trisha could think about was this moment: how dirty, how slutty she was tonight. She was being pounded once more by the lifeguard, surrounded by other strangers, customers who had paid for the privilege to use her body as well, who were now teasing and taunting her as they watched. All she heard was their jeers, and all she felt was the hard pounding of Dan's shaft in her cunt. "More! More!" she yelled out. She was talking about both Dan's hard fucking and the men's shouting, and the lifeguard certainly obeyed, his hips powering into her like a machine, his cock stuffing her twat. But the rest of the room gradually quieted down, because Trisha's wails and yelps had suddenly risen to all-out screaming and shouting in wild pleasure. "Ohhhh!!! Ohhh YESSS!!!" Trisha's chest heaved for breath as she screamed, her pleasure reverberating off the walls, ear-splittingly uncontrolled. She was thrashing and flailing against Dan now, lost in her lust, overwhelmed by the hard cock pounding her cunt, by the pleasure rushing through her in endless waves. "YESS!! YES YES YES!!!" A nasty cunt…a filthy cheerleader…a dirty girl! They weren't even saying them anymore, but the words continued to ring through Trisha's ears. The cheerleader opened her eyes again and saw that they were all hovering over her, their eyes wide and eager as they watched her thrash and scream. They were waiting for her to cum, hypnotized by the sight of a little cheerleader who was thrilled by her own sluttiness, excited to see her get off at being called a whore. Trisha's body was awash and flushed with pleasure, and it was ready to give them what they wanted. "OHHHHHH!!!" The cheerleader's body surged against Dan's, pulling her closer to his thrusting hips, her eyes widening and her mouth popping open in a wild, frantic cry of lust. Her orgasm burst out of her along with her screams, skimming across her body, drowning her in pleasure, so hot and fierce that she felt her vision starting to blur. One hand was on her clit, still hungrily massaging the swollen nub. The other was flung out and tightly gripping Dan's wrist, desperate for something to hold onto as her climax raced through her trembling limbs. Then, she heard a strained groan from the end of the table: "Uhhhh!!!" At the same moment, Dan's cock throbbed and pulsed inside of her. The cheerleader's body jolted savagely with pleasure as she felt his seed flood through her cunt, his thick shaft pulsing in her tight pussy with each spurt of cum. The lifeguard's grip tightened around her waist as he pumped his jism into her twat, filling her with its warm thickness, so that the feeling of his cum and her own pleasure rushing through her seemed to mix together; his seed and her own lust washing through her entire body in one combined stream. At last, when she could manage it, Trisha slowly raised her head to stare at Dan. The lifeguard flashed a tired smirk back at her, his face sweaty and red, his mouth open as he stared back at the slut in front of him. Suddenly, without warning, Trisha felt a giggle burst out of her lips, her eyes bright and ecstatic. She couldn't help it and she couldn't explain it: for some reason she just felt so happy right now. She flopped back down on the table, still giggling as she beamed up at the ceiling. Was that slutty enough for you, Britney? Still think I'm a good girl? Trisha thought, grinning. Still happy you lied to me? *** The end of the evening passed quickly. The men dressed quickly, wiping the sweat off their brows, straightening their ties and making sure they were zipped up. Still lying on the table, still panting and recovering, Trisha could hear them gushing to Dan, the new pimp, thanking him enthusiastically for the offer, complimenting the two of them on a great night, begging him to let them know when she would next be available. Finally the door slammed, and a few seconds later Dan reappeared over her, grinning down at the flushed brunette. "Looks like we finally tired you out." One of his hands was closed in a first, holding something, and now he extended it over her chest and released it. Trisha watched as a wad of bills fell onto her stomach. "Here," he said, shrugging. "It's only fair you get a share of it, right?" Slowly the cheerleader stood up, gently swinging her legs off the table, wobbling on her heels, grabbing onto the edge to steady herself, picking up the money he had tossed at her. As soon as she regained her balance, she realized that Dan was once again standing at the door, holding it open. This was part of his routine, she knew; kicking her out as soon as possible, long before she was ready. "Time to go, my slut." Trisha looked down at herself. She was naked except for her heels and her thong, still pushed to the side – now she hastily rearranged it back over her swollen twat. She was coated with cum. Her face was sticky and gross with her own drool, her hair tousled and messy. And her dress was now cut up into shreds, heaped on Dan's floor, completely useless. "Dan," she protested. "I…I don't have anything to wear." But she already knew he wouldn't care. He shrugged again. "Better get home soon, then." And then he stepped forward and took her by the elbow, dragging her towards the door. Trisha yelped and struggled, still trying to protest, but of course he was much too strong for her, and before she knew it the cheerleader was standing outside of his apartment in her heels, in the open night, as his door slammed behind her. She gasped as her arms immediately went to cover herself. She looked so shameful; a petite girl clad only in a thong, her skin flushed and sweaty, clearly just recovered from a hard, messy fuck. Mortified, the cheerleader raced down the stairs and across the street, her heels echoing on the pavement, leaping into her car and shutting the door, panting, sinking down in the seat. Her eyes quickly flickered around the darkness, scanning to see if anyone had seen her. The night was empty. At last Trisha relaxed, and it was then that she stared down at the wad of bills still clenched in her hand. She realized what she had just done. I really am a whore now…I've accepted money for sex. I get off on acting like a slut, on being treated like one…and now I'm a true prostitute. And Dan is my pimp. There were so many things to worry about. After all, there was not just the money in her hand, but also how was she going to sneak into her house unnoticed by her parents, naked except for a slutty thong and heels, covered by nothing but the drool on her face and the cum of two strangers? But for some reason, none of that bothered the cheerleader, not just yet. Trisha had just realized that this was the first time since meeting Dan at the beach that she was leaving a night with the lifeguard without a twinge of guilt, without even a thought towards betraying Britney. The only thing she felt now was happiness. It had been so long since she could just fuck a guy without feeling terrible about it afterwards. Trisha grinned to herself. It feels good!