Womanizer Ch. 01-The NFL Cheerleader
Allow me to introduce myself.
I am a womanizer.
Now when I say I am a “womanizer”, I probably don’t mean it the way you think I mean it, even if that connotation was bad enough.
The kind of womanizer I am is one that not only uses a girl for sex and then never speaks to her again, but also the kind of guy who makes it a point to try and knock as many of his conquests up as he can.
I had been fucking and running around DFW for a while now and had managed to impregnate many girls in the process (perhaps I shall regmale you with those tales at a later time), never managing to get caught since I also have a way of staying one step ahead of Johnny Law.
And I was out on the town hitting all the hotspots in Dallas one night looking for a drunken bar skank to fuck and then discard after I had properly used her when I spotted the girl I knew I wanted to be my next victim.
She had the kind of beauty that didn’t come around every day, not even in a city notorious for “pretty people” like Dalla was, and she was currently shaking her ass and grinding it on some lucky bastard out on the dance floor.
But little did either of them know he wasn’t gonna be the one she went home with that night.
She was dressed like she was looking to get fucked that night in a tiny little pair of black leather shorts with matching black knee-high boots and a frilly shirt that was barely managing to not [op open and show off her tits to the world.
She was showing off her awesomely sexy flat stomach, and I was already rock-hard from imagining that same sexy little tummy swelling with my progeny for the next nine months.
So I knew I had to get her to trust me enough to let me go home with her.
Fortunately, she had seemed to get bored with the guy she was dancing with which gave me an opening to come up to her and introduce myself.
“Hey there gorgeous, My name’s John. Can I have this dance?” I asked her as I gave her my friendliest smile in hopes of reeling her in.
“Hi John. You’re a cutie. Of course you can. And by the way. My name’s Abby,” she told me as she gave me her hand for me to lead her out on the dance floor, and it wasn’t long before she was grinding her ass on my crotch like she had the other guy.
“What brings you out on the town tonight Abby?” I asked her as we continued to dance together, hoping I could get something out of her to use later in order to get inside of her.
“I’m celebrating my 24th birthday,” she told me as the wheels started turning in my head.
“Really? Allow me to buy us a few rounds so you can celebrate properly!” I told her as she turned to face me and dipped her hips low enough that the area between her legs ran up against my rock-hard cock.
“Keep playing your cards right and there’s more where that came from baby,” she cooed in my ear as she ground her crotch into mine, the combination of the drinks coursing through her system and her comfortableness with me making her become more sexual around me by the minute.
“So what do you do for a living Abby?” I asked her, feigning interest to keep the conversation moving along.
“I’m a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader, silly,” she told me, giggling, like it was the most unserious thing she had ever heard that I didn’t know what she did for a living.
“Well in my defense it’s not everyday we see one of y’all in street clothes,” I told her as we shared a laugh and caught each other’s eyes.
“I’m really feeling you right now John,” she whispered in my ear as she pulled me close, resting one of her hands on my chest while one of mine grabbed a handful of her tits.
“Why don’t we go somewhere a little more private then? Like maybe your place?” I offered as we hurriedly left the club and hailed a taxi back to her place since she had gotten a ride to the place with one of her friends.
“So…what happened with that other guy I saw you grinding on earlier?” I asked her in the back of the cab as she sat in my lap and we made out.
“Oh, he wanted to have sex with me tonight but I told him not without a rubber since it’s really not a safe time of the month for me and I can’t be risking a pregnancy with being on the team and all,” she told me as she ground her pussy into my cock, not knowing the kind of fire she was playing with.
“He told me he only fucks bareback and never pulls out. So before this goes any further, you’ll honor my wishes right? Cause I really want to fuck you tonight,” she asked me as we arrived back at her place and headed straight for her bedroom.
“Abby. I’m sterile. Industrial accident. I can’t have kids,” I lied, hoping she’d be stupid enough to believe me at this point in the night.
“Well then I guess you and I are gonna have a lot of fun tonight,” she told me as she climbed between my legs and started sucking my cock.
I’m not big on any form of sex except raw, unprotected sex in the pussy for obvious reasons, but if a gorgeous NFL cheerleader wanted to suck me off before I sat about trying to ruin her life, who was I to argue?
“I’m not putting any of my cum anywhere tonight but inside of your tight little cheerleader pussy,” I told her when she had been working my cock with her mouth, sliding off of her and instructing her to lower herself onto me.
“Shit…I haven’t felt a bare dick inside of me a in a long time...it feels so fucking good…and you’re so fucking big in my little pussy,” she moaned as she rode me, her back arcvhing as she threw her head back and really started getting into it.
“I’m gonna make you feel even better when I make you cum all over it Abby,” I told her as I grabbed her hips and started slamming her down onto my cock a little harder. her cunt lips opening up a little more for me every time I did so.
“OHGOD…OHGOD…fuck…you’re making me fucking cum! FUCK YES!!!” she shouted when she started cumming on my dick, her cunt muscles grabbing and pulling on it as she flooded it with her juices and rode out her orgasm.
“Why are you trying to wiggle away Abby? I told you I’m sterile,” I whispered to her when I felt her trying to lift herself off of me, grabbing her hips and holding them down as I sank myself balls-deep inside of her and started exploding within her, sending six or seven thick, sticky gobs of my virulent seed deep within the walls of her unsuspecting womb.
“Oh God…you’re cumming in me…you better not be lying about being sterile cause if you are you just ruined my life…” she cried out when she felt my seed splashing against her deepest walls, beginning to panic.
“You can trust me Abby,” I told her as I relaxed my grip on her hips, satisfied that every drop of that load had found its way into her breeding ground and ready to fire another one into her.
“What kind of man do you think I am, honey? Now relax and enjoy yourself. It’s your birthday after all,” I told her as we made out and rolled around on her bed, coming to a rest with me on top of her sucking on her tits as I plunged my cock into her pussy again.
“Fuck…I’m so naughty letting a guy I barely know rawdog me twice on my birthday,” she chastised herself as I started pounding into her again, her legs hooking themselves around my back as she twisted her hips around my dick.
“Your body wants this Abby. Sex is as natural as breathing, after all,” I told her as she arched her back and slammed her fists into the bed when I hit her g-spot, making her toe curl as she started to go limp underneath me.
“You’re gonna make me cum again! Fuck!” she cried out as she started to cum on my dick for the second time that night, pushing my head against her chest so I could lick and suck on her tits as I pinned her to the bed.
“Gonna cum Abby,” I announced as I held her down with all of my body weight and came in her fertile pussy for the second time that night, spilling a second load of my potent baby makers deep into her womb as I held myself inside of her, thrusting my hips back and forth until I was certain I had deposited all of it into her.
“Damn that was a lot fof cum,” I teased her as I pulled out of her, noticing a distinct lack of any of it trying to leak out of her.
“I had fun tonight John. I don’t let just any guy cum inside me, especially this time of the month, but something about you made me know I could trust you,” she told me as she kissed me goodnight at her front door and watched as I climbed into the taxi I had called for myself to get back to my place.
It must have been so surprising to her, then, when she missed her period and the pregnancy test came back positive.
Last I heard she had to quit the team due to the scandal her pregnancy from that night created, or at least that’s what the sexy little news slut on the TV said when covering the story about the scandal.
Maybe she’d like to be the next object of my desire.
