Summary: Missy finds a plaything
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. I just took them out for a spin and made them do naughty things.

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When I got up in front of the cheerleading squad to audition I didn't know who it would be, but I knew there would be one. Because there's always one. Without fail. And part of the fun is trying to figure out who it is, and as I stood in the gym my eyes traveled from one person to the next wondering which one of them it would turn out to be. In that row of innocent faces there was someone who liked getting on their knees, who wanted to be dominated, who was desperate to feel the sting of a hand or a paddle against their ass cheeks.

But damn. I never would have guessed it was Courtney.

I look down at her, groveling at my feet, in her just-cleaned cheerleader uniform, white ankle socks, and brand new Addidas. The outfit was my call, of course, and now I'm glad I told her to wear it. I have on a white tank top over skintight brown leather pants and matching boots . . . boots that really need to be polished now that I think about it.

"Clean them," I tell Courtney. "With your tongue."

Courtney answers with a nod and begins to lick my boots, starting at the toe then working her way along the instep. Watching her makes me so wet I am tempted to have her eat me on the spot. But I have to be patient and break her in. She'll be more good to me later on that way.

Though she is pretty good now. Courtney licks and kisses my leather boots, the left then the right, until both are glistening with her spittle.

"Stop," I order. She does. I inspect her work. Damn. Maybe she's a little too good. I kick the side of my foot into the carpet, scuffing it a little. "You missed a spot."

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Courtney says.

Mistress. Oh yes. That's a keeper. I never asked her to call me that, but I like it a lot. "You'll have to be punished."

"Yes, Mistress."

I smile. "Get me a chair."

Courtney nods. She gathers herself off the floor, gets the chair out from under my desk, and brings it to me. I sit down and pull her over my lap, pushing her skirt out of the way. She is wearing a velvet thong with the deep red color of a good wine. Very nice. When I slide my hand over her ass Courtney sighs. She has a nice, tight butt from being a cheerleader and working out so much. I bring my hand down hard, the sharp crack of skin meeting skin echoing through my bedroom. Courtney whimpers softly.

"What was that?" I ask.

"Th-thank you, Mistress," Courtney says.

"Do you want another?"

"Yes, please."

"Tell me," I demand.

"I want another!"

I bring my hand down again, a little harder this time. Thwap! Her cheeks quiver under my touch. Maybe later I'll make them quiver with my tongue, but for now I use the flat of my hand.

"Thank you, Mistress," Courtney says. "May I have another?"

Well of course she can! I spank her cute little butt again and again, pausing between smacks so she can ask for more. Her voice is strained after a few good slaps. But I keep at it until her ass cheeks are almost the color of her thong. When I'm done we're both winded. Her ass feels warm. I know without even checking Courtney is as wet as I am.

I push her off my lap. She falls to the floor with a dull thud and quickly rolls onto her knees, head down, waiting for more instructions. As I start to undo my pants I tell her, "Eat me."

Courtney nods eagerly. She gets my pants open and pulls them down. But she is moving too slow for me. I grab a fistful of her hair and shove her face between my legs. She grunts. But that is the last I hear from her before she gets her mouth on me. Oh fuck! Courtney is good. She drags her tongue over my pussylips, lapping at me, hard and hungry, then plunges inside. I cry out softly, head back, my fingers moving through her curly blonde hair as she licks me out.

"Oh yeah," I mutter. "What a good little cunt licker you are. Now get me off. I want to come all over that pretty face of yours."

Courtney groans into my pussy, letting me know how much she wants that. I tighten my grip in her hair as she flicks her tongue over my clit, lashing it until I come. For a moment I just sit there, breathing hard, while Courtney kisses and licks my inner thighs. I pull her mouth off me and bring it to mine, kissing her, tasting my juices on her lips.

"Such a good girl," I whisper, teasing her hair. "You should get a reward. Stand up."

With a dreamy sigh, Courtney gets to her feet and straightens out her crumpled uniform. Damn. She looks hot in that thing!

"Turn around," I softly demand. "Let me see you."

Courtney does what she's told, twirling around like a runway model so I can have a nice long look at her. She has an incredible body, muscular legs, curvy hips, firm breasts. The cheerleader uniform shows them all off very nicely.

When Courtney is facing me again I say, "Take off your panties."

Smiling, Courtney reaches under her skirt and very slowly, seductively, wiggles out of her thong and steps out of it. I pat my lap invitingly and she sits down. We kiss again, deeply, hungrily, her tongue snaking around mine. I have one arm around her and slide my free hand between my legs, teasing her damp flesh. Courtney is so fucking wet. I finger her pussy until she is squirming impatiently in my lap.

"Does baby wanna come?" I ask between kisses.

"Please . . . please."

"Tell me what you want."

Courtney groans. "I want to come. Oh . . . please!"

Laughing, I kiss her again. Maybe I should deny her, let her wait until next time. Just to remind her that I'm in control, that her pussy belongs to me. But she's been a very good girl, and her kisses are really getting to me, so I pinch her clit between my fingers and diddle it until she comes with a deep moan.

I hold Courtney in my arms until she stops trembling. She has her head on my shoulder. It feels nice. But I have other things to do now. I urge her to get up and she does. So do I. I point to the chair.

"Sit," I tell her sterntly. "Your turn to watch."

"Yes, Mistress," Courtney whispers.

As Courtney sits down in the chair, I turn to the naked woman tied to my bed. Whitney looks good spread-eagled with a gag in her mouth. From the way her inner thighs are glistening I figure she liked watching me and Courtney.

I look from her to Courtney and smile. There's always one. And sometimes there are two.