As the school year drew to a close Mr. Peterson was transferred and a new principle was hired to start off the new school year. Without him the others called me less and less and by the end of summer I hadn't seen any of them in a month. I hated to admit it but I missed the old men and sometimes at night I dreamed about them filling me with their cocks. As fall came and football season started everyone was excited saying that this year would be the year we won the state championship, and sure enough our school was in the finals. I had not expected Mr. Adams call but when he told me to meet him at the Holiday Inn in Springfield room 63 on Friday I became flustered.

For some reason I'll never understand I went to the mall after school the next day and bought a new miniskirt. I had never thought of buying one like it before, but for some reason I felt it would be the right skirt to wear. It looked just like the short pleated skirts that the cheerleaders wore and I picked a sweater to go with it. Standing in front of the mirror looking at myself I couldn't believe how young I looked. I could pass for one of the cheerleaders, I no longer looked like a 21 year old teacher but a seventeen year old school girl. Despite myself I became excited wishing that Friday was already here and found the next couple of days pure torture. Friday arrived and if I had thought the other days had been bad Friday was hell. Rushing home I showered and then slipped into the cheerleader outfit complete with socks and tennis shoes, no garter belt or stockings, it wouldn't go with the image of a teenager, and I wanted nothing to spoil the innocent little school girl look.

As I drove toward Springfield and the Holiday Inn, I wondered if Mr. Taylor and Mr. Snyder would also be there. I hoped so because I missed the old gentlemen. Pulling up to the Holiday Inn I drove through the lot looking for 63 and then parking my car I walked to the door and knocked. A voice I didn't recognize told me to come in but I hesitated, then taking a deep breath I opened the door and stepped inside. Someone grabbed me from behind clamping a hand over my mouth while his other arm encircled my upper chest squeezing my breast almost flat. In a panic I struggled trying to escape but the hands held me tightly preventing my efforts and then the door was slammed shut. I was sure this was the right room that Mr. Adams had given me, but this was not Mr. Adams or any of the others. The arm around my chest loosened and then I heard the door being locked before a picture was put in front of my face. As I looked at it the hands let me go and I slowly turned to see who had pictures of me with the members of the school board. It was the football coach Hank Roberts, and as I looked up into his face I felt like the seventeen year old I looked like. "How nice of you to come Mrs. Kelly, and look at you dressed like a school cheerleader. But you look a hell of a lot sexier. I think you and I are going to have a hell of a fine time together this weekend. You see you're my bonus for getting the football team to the finals this year.

The school board thought this black man deserved something special for his effort and seeing you and the way you're dressed I am very pleased. I thought they were just going to get me a hooker till Mr. Snyder showed me the pictures of you fucking and sucking all those old men. I ain't old, but I do have a big dick and I am going to enjoy fucking your brains out and filling you full of my cum."

As he talked he walked to the bed and sat on the edge, motioning me to follow him. Silently, as if in a trance, I walked to him until I stood between his parted legs. Reaching up he slid his large dark hands under my sweater and cupped my breasts causing a shiver to run up my spine. Because of his large 6 foot 7 inch frame we were almost face to face with him sitting down and as I looked into his face his words broke through the fog surrounding my brain. "Very nice Brenda, no bra. Of course with your little titties they should be firm and I've been dying to touch them and kiss those nipples of yours. Your not wearing any panties either are you? No, I thought not. A little sex kitten like you doesn't need them, you never know when you'll want to spread your legs and get fucked do you? Why don't we take off your sweater so I can suck on those nipples of yours, I'll bet you can hardly wait till my lips are on them."

And then he was removing my sweater and taking my nipple into his mouth and lightly nibbling on it. His hands slid around my waist before cupping my ass cheeks pulling me closer to him. Moaning softly I reached out my small hands and ran my fingers over his dark bald head, marveling at the contrast of his darkness and my paleness as I stood there swaying. I felt his hands raise the back of my pleated miniskirt and, heaven help me, a loud moan of wanton lust rumbled from my throat as he began feeling my naked ass. What was happening to me? Had I become so cock hungry that I would let anybody use my body? First it was Mr. Peterson, then the other male members of the school board, and now it was this large black man in this hotel room. What had I become? A shiver ran up my spine as his finger slipped into my pussy while his mouth worked on my nipples. I could feel my juices began to flow as he worked on my body and my hips began moving in time with his finger.

Suddenly his finger and mouth were no longer there and as I stood on quivering legs moaning I heard myself whisper for more. "Brenda, if you want me to continue then ask me right. If you want me to finger fuck you ask for it in your cunt, not your pussy. And these are your tits not your breasts. If you don't use the right words then this black man won't know what you want and I'll have to quit. Remember Mrs. Kelly, BLACK, FUCK, CUNT, and TITS. Anything else and I stop and you will have to leave. Maybe you'll be able to find some white boy out in the parking lot that will like pussy and breast, but in here this weekend you'll use the words I just told you. Do you understand Mrs. Kelly? Now let's start over and do this right."

Looking into his face I knew that he wasn't lying, if I didn't ask for his black finger, cock, or mouth on my tits or in my cunt he would throw me out. It had been so long since I'd had a mans cock that I needed his now and I didn't care if it was black. I just needed to be fucked. Standing in front of him in nothing but my cheer leading miniskirt, tennis shoes and white socks looking like a young school girl I asked him to stick his black finger in my cunt and fuck me with it till I came. But he just looked at me without saying anything, and then I remembered he had said we would start over. Picking up my sweater I put it on making the decision to go even further in the fantasy of a white seventeen year old cheerleader and the schools black football coach. As I walked to the door and unlocked it he stood and took a step toward me as if to stop me from leaving before I stepped through the door and closed it behind me. Standing out side the door I drew a gasping breath as I looked at my car realizing I should leave, but the caresses Hank had lavished on my body as well as his demands had turned me to jelly. Like a flash of lightning I realized that I enjoyed being dominated, being made to do things I would never normally do. Mr. Peterson as well as the other men had realized it from the very beginning, that is why he as well as the members of the school board had used me as they had. It was inevitable that this would happen, and as I stood outside the motel room with fantasies of me being a young white cheerleader used by the schools black football coach for his perverted sexual satisfaction I began to shiver with excitement at the idea of being dominated by a black man.

Opening the door I looked at Hank and the look of surprise on his face almost made me laugh. I knew that he had thought I had left. "Oh Coach Roberts we won! Our team will be in the finals for the state championship. I know I'm being naughty coming to your room, I mean you being a black man and a teacher and me being just a cheerleader by herself, but I just had to thank you for being such a good coach. Is there anything I can do for you to show you how happy I am, and to make this a special day."

With his mouth open staring at me dumbfounded I walked to him and then standing on my tiptoes my arms encircled his neck pulling his face to mine and kissed him running my tongue into his mouth. Breaking the kiss I let his head go asking if there was anything else I could do for him. "Brenda, I'm surprised. I didn't know you liked football so much. Look at you, dressed like a cheerleader. If the team saw you dressed in that pleated skirt like some school girl all bubbling with excitement they'd love you too. Show me what you have under that sweater you sexy white bitch." Pulling my sweater off I told him I only had my tits under the sweater and nothing else, and then I asked if he would like to suck them. As he went back to sucking my tits his hand once more slipped under my pleated miniskirt but this time he pushed two fingers into my wet cunt. As I stood there with his fingers sawing in and out of my cunt while he sucked my tits, my knees began to feel like rubber and I began slowly sinking to the floor. As his fingers pulled from my cunt and his mouth left my tits my knees hit the floor.

"Well Mrs. Kelly I've fingered your wet cunt and sucked on those nice firm tits of yours so I guess it's time for you to suck on something firm of mine. Why don't you undo my pants and see the nice black cock you can suck on. I think I'd like to see your pretty red lips around my cock and shoot my cum down your throat." As my fingers worked at his belt and undid his pants I wondered how large his dick was and if he would like the way I sucked it. As I pulled his pants and shorts down around his feet and then off, he raised my face to his crotch and to a dick that was thicker then Mr. Snyder's but only an inch or two bigger. As my small white fingers began working up and down its length I lowered my face and opened my mouth and began sucking on the tip of his cock. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my reflection in the large wall mirror kneeling before a black man with his dick between my lips, the sight of his large black dick pushing into my white face was intoxicating, and I began working him deeper into my mouth. My cunt felt like it was on fire and I began rubbing my legs together as I swallowed more of his cock. "Oh yea white girl, your mouth feels so good. I ain't never had my cock sucked so good before. Suck it Brenda, suck it down your throat and swallow my cum. Look at me as you suck my black cock down your throat so I can see how much you like sucking this black mans cock. Look at me Mrs. Kelly."

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