Hazed by the Head Cheerleader [21F/22F] [NonCon] [Pussy Licking] [Humiliation] [FemDom] [Mean Girls]

*All characters are over the age of 18*

*I don’t condone any of the actions in this story, this is purely a personal fantasy and not a reflection of real life.*

Although I’d spent the whole day so excited that I was being chosen for the cheerleading squad, that feeling completely evaporated as soon as I stepped into the changing room.

The whole squad was there, standing in a semi-circle around the head cheerleader, Olivia, in the middle of the room. Dread started to creep up the back of my neck.

“Hi,” Olivia smiled, tilting her head to the side. She was taller than me, her hair tied back in a tight ponytail and her make-up perfect. She sat down on the wooden bench in the middle of all the lockers, legs crossed and back straight. She demurely clasped her hands over her knee. “You must be Isabella.”

I swallowed and nodded, noticing that one of the cheerleaders had snuck up behind me and closed the door.

“Do you have what it takes to be a cheerleader, Isabella?” Olivia was still smiling sweetly, but there was something insidious behind it.

I nodded and the other girls smirked at each other.

“I do,” I replied, ignoring them. “I have what it takes.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Olivia beckoned me over. I took a few steps closer until I was standing in front of her but she shook her head and pointed to the ground. “Sit on the floor.”

I glanced around the room but was only met with secretive smiles. I shook it off and did what she said, kneeling in front of her so she towered above me, even sitting down. She appraised me, one perfectly-groomed eyebrow raised.

“From now on, your name is Little Slut,” she announced casually. “And you’ll be referred to as such.”

“W-what?” heat flushed my cheeks.

“And,” she glared, cutting me off. “You won’t speak unless spoken to. Do you understand, Little Slut?”

My mouth gaped, but the others around the room only watched on, apparently unbothered. I tried to slow my breathing and remembered why I had signed up in the first place. I wanted to be a cheerleader.

I nodded slowly.

“Yes.”

“Good,” Olivia smiled and uncrossed her legs. My jaw dropped as I realised she wasn’t wearing any panties under her skirt, her naked pussy in line with my face. Her lips were already glistening with arousal.

My head swivelled around the room as I desperately sought for someone on my side but the girls only continued to smirk and giggle; I was horrified to see a few of them had their phones out, recording me.

“I thought you said you had what it takes,” Olivia leant forward and grasped my chin, tilting my head towards her. “So, prove it.”

She gently pulled my head towards her pussy, leaning slightly back so she was further exposed. I had to admit the sight of her was enticing and I was so close I could smell her scent. I decided I needed to do whatever she said.

Moving onto all fours, I tentatively licked along her lips. She moved her hand from my chin to the back of my head, spreading her legs further. Encouraged, I began to lap at her properly, my tongue exploring her folds.

“Good, Little Slut. I’m going to enjoy having you as my new pet,” she smiled down at me before turning to the other girls. “Make sure you get some close-ups. I want to see how much she loves licking her mistress’s pussy.”

I panicked at these words and tried to pull back but she forced my mouth back.

“Do not fucking stop,” she warned me, her fingers entangled in my hair. “Lick me like the good Little Slut you are.”

Close to tears, I did what she asked, kissing and sucking her lips and clit. I slid my tongue deep into her hole, seeking more of her delicious honey. The other girls continued to giggle and mock me.

“Look how much she loves it,” one of them laughed.

“I bet she’ll do anything to get on the team,” another one joined in.

I did my best to block them out but they were right; if this is what I needed to do then I’d do it.

Olivia gave a little gasp when I ran my tongue over her sensitive bud so I repeated the movement, feeling her shudder under my touch and turning me on even more.

“That’s it,” she gasped and I knew she was close. Without thinking, I slipped a finger into her sopping pussy. Olivia cried out, her thighs quivering as she came before she collapsed on the bench. It was only then that she released my head and let me go, but I remained on all fours between her legs, my face wet with her cum.

“Good, Little Slut,” she sat up slowly, a lazy smile on her face. “What do you say?”

“Thank you,” I whispered.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ybksd2/hazed_by_the_head_cheerleader_21f22f_noncon_pussy