A Cheerleader's Story
Chapter Twelve
"Lindsey, when you finish loading my stuff, come back for me.
I feel like a piggy back ride to the suv this morning. I
know how much you like carrying me on your back. You can't
get enough of my bod. That is why I own you!"
"I will be right back for you, Sammi." I called back over my
shoulders as I carried her stuff to the vehicle.
Sammi looked so cute this morning in black shorts and red top.
Sammi was gorgeous. I liked the way her pert titties pushed
against the buttons of her top. When she was ordering me around
her nipples would show against her shirt. I liked her in jeans
even more. I could see the her lips press against her jeans
when she was aroused. She would get like that very quickly
when I did things like massage her feet, kiss them, and suck
on her toes. I loved those sessions. They always ended with
my mouth on her pussy and my tongue playing with her clit and
going up in her love canal as far as I could reach. Ah, the
scent and taste of Sammi was pure heaven.
"Sammi, bring my stuff too. It is just inside the door."
Mrs. Smith said.
She was looking at herself in a mirror. I stopped and looked
at her for a moment. God she was a beautiful lady.
I smiled at her and said. "Sure Mrs. Smith."
She flashed me a smile. I could feel my tongue get thick. I
knew I was accepting me more all the time. If I liked serving
Sammi and her mom so much, than what was wrong with doing it.
I could not let myself be concerned that they were using me,
taking advantage of me. Nothing like that. I wanted to serve
them and they obviously enjoyed it.
I loaded her stuff and went back for Sammi. She was in her room.
"I tired of waiting for you so I came up to my room. You will
have farther to carry me. You best be careful with me too.
You hurt me again and I will punish you a whole lot."
She smiled when she said that but I believed she was serious.
I squatted down and she placed her arms around my neck. I raised
up and she gave a little jump and I caught her legs. She hung on
to my neck tightly. Almost chocking me. When I coughed she
let up a little. She bounced on my back all the way to the car,
slapping my ass with one hand while hanging on with the other.
Her giggles were delightful.
"We are going to have so much fun. That place is antiquated,
you know. That translates into dirty! My slave girl will get it
spotless for my party though! Won't you slave!" (g)
We we loaded including a trailer with a large four wheeled on a
trailer behind us. It was a few hours to the mountains where the
cabin was. They had told me that they did not take the Navigator
all the way. They parked it at the estate house and we rode the
four wheelers to the cabin. I had never seen the estate house. I
heard it was even more beautiful than their home in town. They
would spend most of the summer there.
Sammi reached up and pulled the curtain that divided the seats.
She looked shyly at me. Sammi was not at all shy, she could just
look that way.
She whispered, "I am so glad I have you. I forgot to pee before
I left home. Dad does not like to stop for pee breaks so quickly.
He always says, 'Why did you not go before we left!' Like a girl
can think of everything! I did not need to go before we left. I
do now though."
She was smiling at me. Her pretty brown eyes were flashing. The
way they always did when she was about to be served in some way
by me. Usually the more degrading the service the more her eyes
sparkled.
She was pointing to the floor meaning I was to get in the
floorboard so she could straddle my face. We had never done this
in the car before. I knew if I let any spill out of my mouth I
was in trouble.
I helped her out of her black bikini cut panties. My face was
only inches away from her pussy. I kissed it even before I got
her panties off her feet.
"Sammi," her dad said. "I congratulate you on remembering to use
the toilet before we left home. I am surprised you have not ask
me to stop for you before now."
I could hear Sammi's mom giggling. She knew why Sammi pulled the
curtain. I was already busy swallowing Sammi's piss. Sammi was
being so gentle and thoughtful. She was helping me keep up with
the flow.
"Lindsey, what if I have to take a big dump?" Sammi giggled.
I kept swallowing and never answered.
When the flow stopped I started licking. I loved her pussy.
Sammi squeezed my face with her thighes for a minute before opening
them and pushing back on my head.
"Not yet! Not here, Lindsey! My dad is up there she whispered
under her breath, giggling.
"It always amazes me how much teenage girls giggle. What do they
find that is so comical back there." Mr. Smith said.
"Our daughter is just a happy person, she likes being with
Lindsey too. Lindsey does everything for her, I am sure you have
noticed that."
There was a pause in their conversation.
"Lauren, what is, 'Everything for her'? Why did Sammi pull the
curtain? She would not use ----- no, ---- impossible!"
"Lauren, why are you smiling like that? Everytime I see you smile
that way, I get a surprise."
"Ted, Sammi is a very thoughtful and considerate daughter. She
did not want to ask you to stop for her. After all she has Lindsey,
and Lindsey enjoys serving our daughter in ALL ways."
There was silence after that. Mr. Smith now knew what I was to Sammi.
I hoped that meant he would not want to fuck me.
Sammi gave my face a loving squeeze as I kissed her beautiful lips.
We soon arrived at the estate house. It was large and beautiful.
I knew Sammi was rich, I did not realize how rich. I unloaded a
few things there, not much. I also got a much needed potty break.
They had four wheelers there and Mr. Smith unloaded the new one.
I rode behind Sammi and Lauren behind Ted.
Mr. Smith pulled a trailer behind him with various things we would
need. I hung on tightly to Sammi. Her hair smelled so fresh and
clean. I loved the way it blew in my face as we road. No one had
on a helmet although there were two helmets on each four wheeler.
I cringed when I saw the cabin. Antiquated was an understatement.
Even in my standards it looked little more than a shack.
"Hop off Lindsey. We are here. It needs some tlc and a little
cleaning. I know you know how to clean. We are going riding and
look around. You start cleaning the place." Mrs. Smith was giving
me almost as many orders as Sammi.
They roared off laughing. I went to work.
There was a lot of dust. I swept, dusted, cleaned windows. I was
getting tired and hungry. I had to go so I went to the out house.
It needed cleaning too. It did have a comfortable seat and real
toilet paper. I had read stories about a hole cut out and catalogs!
I heard the Smiths returning. I came out and Mrs. Smith was
standing at the door of the cabin.
"Lindsey, you have to mop the floors. You were fixing to do that,
were you not?"
"Yes, Mrs. Smith." I answered.
They started unpacking the cooler. I was glad. They even fixed
their own sandwiches.
"Lindsey, lay down on the deck. Right there." Sammi said as she
pointed to the edge.
I did as she ordered. She plopped down on me. "You make a much
softer seat for my delicate bottom!" She giggled.
I felt Mrs. Smith's weight as she sit on me also. They moved
their asses more than necessary too. They used me as they would
a couch. Neither of them had any requard for me. More and more
we were going down the road of uncaring. I think if it was only
Sammi and I she would be a lot more considerate. I felt she
abused me only to show off her indifference to her parents.
Once Sammi clossed her legs and her muddy boot grazed my face.
She just giggled.
"Oops! You have mud on your nose. Least I hope it is mud!"
Sammi giggled.
Laughter followed.
"I do not think you want to lick your nose though." Mr. Smith
retorted to the amusement of the ladies.
"Eat a quick sandwich and start mopping, Lindsey. We must get
this place cleaned today. When you finish here clean the toilet
good. I know you noticed it needed your cleaning touch also."
"Yes, Mrs. Smith." I replied.
I had just started mopping the place when Mrs. Smith came in.
"Not like that, on your hands and knees, Lindsey."
I looked at her, got down on my hands and knees and begin scrubbing.
"That looks much better. You will be able to see the floor better
too."
Sammi entered and sit on my back. She said nothing, just sit on me
while I scrubbed.
"Sammi, I am getting really tired." I told her after what seemed
like an hour.
"Shhhhh, I am reading a really cool article in this mag and do not
want to be disturbed right now. Just clean, OK Lindsey. I do not
always want to talk. Don't forget this is your punishment for
hurting me. Oh, yeah. I have to go pee. My ankle is not up to
walking to the john." She said as she dismounted me and stood
waiting for me to get in the position to be her toilet.
I looked up at my beautiful Sammi. God she was beautiful. Her
eyes and mouth had a hard, set look though. Was Sammi caring less
about me each day or was it my imaginazation from fear of losing
her. I think given the choice of losing my life or losing Sammi,
I would choose to lose my life.
Sammi used my mouth as casually as she would have pissed in a
commode. She even answered her cellie and talked to someone
while relieving herself in my mouth. I swallowed her golden
nectar with thoughts of how devine and all powerful she was.
How I was meant to serve her. I believed this to be the proper
order for my life, serve my beautiful Sammi.
When she was finished she pointed down for me to pull up her
panties and shorts. She never missed a line in her conversation
on the phone. I was being treated merely as an object of
convenience. When I fasten her shorts she walked away without
a word to me or even a glance. I watched her beautiful ass move
away and wiped a tear from my eye.
