Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 8) - Sex Stories

Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 8)

... oui!” Then she collected herself long enough to say, “Vous tell me before vous ‘get there’? I not ‘ave birth control and I want fin good job!” I promised to tell her before I would cum and she went back to rocking and bouncing her ass on my lap. Each time she would raise up, it was clear to me just how turned on she was: my cock had a heavy coating of her fluids all over it. It was so thick that it looked like I was wearing an opaque condom! Cha-rie began to bounce in earnest and her hands went up to help steady her head while she began to scream. Suddenly her pussy clamped and pulsed while her juices squirted out, covering my lap. Even though she was looking away from me, it was too much to take and my orgasm began to build incredibly fast. I said, “It’s coming soon!” She jumped off of my lap and, without hesitation, swallowed my cock down while looking up at me with her beautiful green eyes full of anticipation. I blew my load with such force that it made the main gun of a tank look like a cork gun; Cha-rie was lucky to have survived the blast! She sealed her lips around my erupting cock and refused to surrender a drop of what I gave her. Even with the orgasm subsided, she continued the blowjob until there was no trace of fluids left behind. Once satisfied, she stood and began collecting the discarded parts of her uniform and she put them back on. Cha-rie said, “Vous are ‘appy with job, monsieur Mann?” I replied, “Oh yes, Cha-rie! I’m very happy—you are the best!” She ...

... replied, “Merci! If that iz all, I will see vous next time?” I said, “Yes; and I certainly look forward to it!” Cha-rie said, “I az well; Au revoir!” Cha-rie walked back into the bedroom and I watched her until the door closed behind her. I marveled at how I never got tired or bored of looking at her, how sexy she was and the way she kept things interesting. I was lost in thought about my Cherry when, a few minutes later, she came back out from the bedroom wearing what she had on before ‘Cha-rie’ came to visit. Cherry sat on my lap and she was clearly no longer in character. She said, “I’m so sorry, Babe…” Confused, I asked, “Sorry? For what?” She explained, “I laid down for a minute back there and passed out. I guess I just needed a nap.” I smiled and said, “That’s ok.” She asked, “Anything interesting happen while I was out?” Still smiling, I said, “Nothing much; the cleaning lady was here—a new girl; had a bit of a French accent.” Cherry looked around and asked, “Did she do a good job? Was she thorough?” I answered, “Yeah, she was great. She even wore a nice uniform; made her look more professional.” “Was she cute?” Cherry ‘wondered’. I slowly nodded my head and said, “I have to admit: she was pretty attractive.” We both started to laugh and neither one of us could be declared a ‘loser’ for being the first to laugh. We spent the rest of the day relaxing on the couch together. Sometimes we were just spending quality time in silence; other times we were trying to decide on baby ...