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Here is the end to Renee's spin off story. Let me know if you liked it in the comments! The choices for next time's stories are three other targets from my freelancer series. Can't wait to see what people pick!

Corey could feel his breath echoing in his helmet. He could feel the sweat forming on his face and trickling down to sting his eyes. His head swam and floated as he desperately tried to focus on the play he was about to execute.

In hindsight, it probably hadn't been a very good idea to stay up late having wild passionate sex with Renee. Not when they were in the middle of a critical series of practices leading up to the homecoming game. But he had been so desperate to cum despite the numbing spray on his cock. And there was just something about that girl that made it hard to say ‘no’...

“Start the play, Hall!” said Coach from the sidelines in a voice of barely restrained frustration. Corey shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs, and called the snap. 

He was mentally and physically exhausted from being with Renee last night, but Corey had always been good at pushing through fatigue, and muscle memory did the rest. He ran the play perfectly, falling back from the line smoothly and visually tracking his pass options.

But then Corey’s phone buzzed, distracting him and sending his heart pounding in his ears. It had to be a message from Renee. In his split second of losing focus, a lineman slipped through and tackled him hard, bouncing his head jarringly off of the thin grass of the practice field. 

But Corey barely registered it the pain. He was already rolling over and rising on weak, shaky muscles. He had to see what Renee had texted him. And he couldn’t do it here. The coach had a strict “no phones allowed at practice” policy. Probably for the exact reason that Corey had just experienced. 

“Bathroom break coach,” said Corey bluntly, jogging toward the locker room. Coach threw up his hands in exasperation. “Are you shitting me, Hall? You've been out of it all week! Get your fucking head in the game!” Corey felt a stab of guilt at his coach's words but didn’t slow down. If it came down to Renee or his coach, the choice was obvious. He heard the coach ordering the second-string QB onto the field as he slipped into the dim, cool locker room. 

Corey hurried directly to a bathroom stall and fumbled with his laces to remove his uniform pants. For some reason, the idea that the text might be non-sexual never crossed his mind. He was so fucking horny after being unable to cum last night that he knew instinctively that Renee had sent him something dirty.

He was already rock hard and dripping precum when he finally managed to peel off his pants. No woman had ever made him feel like this: weak and ashamed and desperate. With a shuddering breath, he unlocked his phone and wrapped his hand around his cock, stifling a whimper at the intense feeling that raced through his body from even that slight contact. 

His mouth went dry as he saw the thumbnail of the video Renee had just texted him. Renee was in a ridiculously skimpy cheerleading costume. Even before starting the video, Corey couldn't help but start stroking as he feasted his eyes. The tiny top was made of a thin, stretchy material that clung to every curve of Renee's big braless tits, showing clearly the dents of her aroused nipples pushing hard against the fabric. It was cut off just under her breasts, exposing her flat, toned tummy and the swell of her hips. The thin fringe of a skirt was low slung: it must have been placed millimeters above the start of Renee's pubic hair. The lower edge of the skirt barely concealed Renee's pussy, leaving a long expanse of toned cafe-au-lait thighs exposed for Corey's viewing pleasure. The entire outfit was in blue and white, East High's colors. 

Renee was going to do a cheer for him in an impossibly slutty cheerleader outfit. Corey had to take his hand off his cock and dig his nails into his leg to stop himself from cumming. Why was he always so close to the edge when it came to Renee? Once she had started teasing him about being a premature ejaculator, the problem had seemed to get ten times worse in a self-fulfilling prophecy. By this point, he had trouble lasting even two minutes… Except for when he had been forced to use Renee’s endurance spray which prevented him from cumming at all. 

Corey gingerly opened the stall door and peeked out. He had to watch the video right fucking now. There was no question about that. But he had no headphones… depending on what Renee said in the video, it would be bad if a teammate walked in to use the bathroom and heard it. 

The coast was clear. Corey locked the stall door again, turned the volume on his phone down, and played the video.

Renee's still face from the thumbnail animated into a wicked, teasing grin. “Hiii, Superstar!” she said with a flirty wave. “I couldn't stop thinking about last night! You were sooo good once we helped you cheat a little. I thought I would send you a little video to practice your endurance with,” Renee stretched her lithe, chesty body deliberately for the camera, playing up her sexy show with a sultry wink. Corey couldn't help but wrap his hand tight around his cock once again, entranced by Renee's toxic sex appeal. 

“I made up a few cheers to encourage my favorite football star,” explained Renee, trailing her fingers lightly up and down her body. “Once my routine starts, it will last about 60 seconds. But how long will you last? Last night you couldn't go longer than a minute without that performance enhancer. Consider this a workout. Keep practicing until we see each other again. Ok… get ready! Hand on your cock now.”

Renee turned and bent over to retrieve some fluffy pom-poms, revealing her naked ass beneath the tiny skirt. Oh God, she wasn't wearing any panties. Corey realized with panic he was right at the edge of orgasm already before the cheer had even begun.

On his screen, Renee began an enthusiastic, athletic cheer routine that showed off her lithe brown body, her eyes glittering with mocking amusement:

Score, Corey, Score!

Make me scream for more!

Pull my fucking ponytail

And call me a whore!

Her skirt flipped and swirled as she danced, showing tantalizing glimpses of warm flesh and her neatly groomed triangle of pubes. Corey's cock twitched and throbbed in his pumping fist, constantly on the edge of a climax he tried desperately to hold back. As he listened, Renee's cheer took a taunting turn…

Rock, Corey, Rock!

Stroke your fucking cock!

Don't forget to pace yourself

And try to beat the clock!

It had been less than thirty seconds. Corey knew that he could easily keep from cumming if he took his hand off his dick, but he just couldn't force himself to do that. It just felt too good to watch Renee's sensual dance. As he watched, his pupils dilated and his breathing grew deep and heavy. Renee reached up and tugged up her stretchy top, letting her juicy tits bounce free while she continued to sway her hips rhythmically.

Corey Hall is Hot!

Corey Hall is Dreamy!

But his shameful secret is that

Corey Hall's a Preemie!

Renee's cocky grin, her devastating insult, and the swaying of her nude tits led Corey right to the knife's edge. Forty-five seconds. Almost there!

Give me a “C”

Give me a “U”

Give me an “M”

Give me your cum!

Just as Renee sang out her last rhyme in a moaning, breathy voice, someone burst into the locker room. “Corey! Coach says to finish up and get your ass out here!” Corey fumbled his phone and cringed as his semen gushed and spurted into his hand, leaking through his fingers to splatter down onto his uniform pants. He had to scramble to grab the phone and pause the video, praying that his teammate hadn’t heard Renee's taunting encouragement.

“A-almost done!” He called shakily, trying his best to clean himself with toilet paper.

Renee had some sort of twisted hold in him now, he recognized with apprehension.

But he didn't know if he even wanted to get free.

…

Corey watched the video again when he got home, skipping straight to the end to see what he had missed.

As a grand finale, Renee lifted up her skirt to reveal her wet pussy and exposed tits at the same time, sticking out a dripping tongue and crossing her eyes in a crazy orgasmic face. She then ended the video by blowing a kiss and warning Corey not to skip around in the video and to practice hard by watching it from start to finish. She wanted him to build his stamina by watching it as often as possible

Corey did as she commanded, watching the video over and over again. He rubbed himself raw that night trying to beat Renee's challenge and reach the slutty reward she had given him at the end of the video.

He kept getting close, but he couldn’t quite make it to the end of the video. In fact, as the week went on, he actually got worse and worse. Something about Renee's body, or her eyes, or her teasing cheers would catch his attention and then he would lose again, his overworked cock squinting his shameful load into his hand. 45 seconds… 30 seconds… 15 seconds into the cheer, and Corey couldn’t stop himself from cumming. 

When he came to the video before the cheer even began, when Renee bent and showed her naked ass, Corey knew he was in trouble. This girl was no good for him. He couldn't focus in school or at practice, sneaking away to watch the video in the bathroom at every opportunity. When he slept, the image of Renee doing her sultry cheer routine seemed to fill his vision, taunting him. 

He had to see Renee again. He had to have normal, fulfilling sex with her and banish these mixed-up feelings in his head. If not, how could he even call himself a man?

…

“No exercise. Plenty of water. Plenty of sleep. Eat something filling, but healthy. Nothing too greasy or salty,” said Coach, leaning forward with a grimace on his face. 

Practice hadn't been going well for Corey, for football, or with his task from Renee. He felt drained and brittle. His cock was raw and sore from his frequent “training”. He nodded and agreed with Coach's demands. The big homecoming game was tomorrow. Corey had to put aside his new obsession with Renee for one day and focus on football. There were supposed to be talent scouts at the game. His future might depend on playing well. They wouldn't be practicing today, it was time to rest and mentally prepare for the biggest game of the year.

Corey resolved to just go home, turn off his phone, and rest his exhausted body and mind.

But as he left the locker room, he felt his phone buzz, sending a sickening spiral of apprehension and lust through his gut.

He knew that he should ignore it and turn off his phone without reading the text. Renee and whatever twisted erotic game she was playing with him could wait until after the biggest football game of his life. 

But Corey had discovered something about himself in the weeks since he had met Renee. He wasn’t strong. That evil, beautiful young woman had exposed a streak of weakness in his core and nurtured it until his weakness filled him from head to toe. 

He had to read the text. He couldn't resist. 

[Hey superstar! Have u been practicing hard? I've been thinking about u a lot… wanna come over and show me the results of ur HARD work?] 

Corey didn't respond to the text. He was almost able to trick himself into believing that he would ignore Renee completely.

But his hands steered his car away from his route home by themselves. Before he knew it, he was outside Renee's walled mansion.

[I'm outside] He texted her.

Maybe weakness and submission were all that he had left anymore.

His cock was already stiff.

…

“St-stop! Wait Renee, it's not fair! Your g-going too fast!” whimpered Corey, tangling his fingers in Renee's bed sheets as she mercilessly pumped his oily cock with her wicked little hand. 

“Oh?” asked Renee with false innocence. “I wasn't aware that we had set a speed limit.” She was as naked as Corey, her soft warm body curled up on his legs like a cat as she teased him. “I'll make you a deal, Superstar,” she purred with a mocking smirk, “If you say it, I'll slow down a little and give you a break.”

“S-say it?” asked Corey in a thick, slow voice, made stupid by his intense concentration on not cumming.

“Tell me what you are, Corey,” demanded Renee, her dark brown eyes seeming to burn a hole in him. 

“I… I'm a…” stuttered Corey. Renee had made her thumb and forefinger into a tight ring, which she was sliding rapidly up and down his dick. She grinned widely as she saw Corey's balls tightening again for yet another shameful ejaculation. “I'm a preemieeee!” moaned Corey in despair as he lost control. As always, Renee removed her hand at the last second, ruining his orgasm and making his cock bounce and spurt his load unsatisfyingly all over his belly.

“I know you are! That was barely thirty seconds that time,” said Renee with a giggle, patting him on the thigh. “Now, you know the rules, superstar: if you want another chance, It's my turn to cum. So what will it be? Are we done, or are you ready to serve?”

“I can't give up now,” said Corey resolutely. “I can do this!” He had to somehow pull himself together. He wouldn't be able to stand another humiliating evening with Renee, without being man enough to fuck her. He had to win her game at all costs. 

“That’s the spirit, Superstar!” said Renee cheerfully, throwing a slim leg over him to straddle his face. Corey looked up, mesmerized as Renee's beautiful wet pussy descended, settling with firm, hot pressure over his mouth. “Now let's see you set a speed record that isn't pathetic and humiliating, hmm? Make me cum as fast as you can.”

This was the third time they had played through the same cycle. Corey wasn't even getting close to two minutes anymore. Each time he came he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get it up anymore, but each time, a few minutes of Renee's hot wet cunt dominantly riding his face was enough to revive him for another humiliating round. Every time he felt a new conviction that this time, his previous ejaculations would mean he could last longer. 

Each time his hopes were dashed. 

“I'm so sorry, Superstar,” purred Renee above him as her pussy slid back and forth slickly over his eager tongue. “The problem is that I'm just too hot for you. You're poor little cock can't handle it! You really need to stick to girls more in your league.”

The weight of Renee's demeaning words harmonized with the weight of her lithe hips grinding into his face to produce a twisted, white-hot feeling of erotic helplessness and submission in Corey's heart. His battered, overused cock stirred and twitched as blood began to fill it once again.

Renee giggled, running a slim finger up the length of his reinflating dick. “Ooooh, someone wants to prove me wrong. Well normally I would say three strikes and you're out, but I respect your persistence. Just let me finish up first…”

Renee increased the powerful, rolling thrusts of her hips, grinding her clit into Corey's mouth and sweetly moaning as she chased the kind of deep, satisfying orgasm she would never allow Corey to have with her. Finally, she strained and held herself in place, her thighs clamped tight and almost her full weight seated on Corey's face, cutting off his air for a long moment as she enjoyed her climax.

Then she rolled off with a deep, contented sigh, leaving a dazed, sticky-faced Corey laying there with a slack-jawed expression and a stiff, throbbing cock.

Renee turned his chin with an oily finger, locking eyes with Corey in a heated, challenging gaze. “OK, hotshot. You've earned your chance at the big leagues. Come over here.”

Corey almost couldn't believe what he was hearing… was Renee finally giving him a chance to fuck her without any games or tricks? He scrambled up rapidly, his heart beating wildly at the prospect. He had been dreaming about this for weeks: a deep, satisfying orgasm in Renee's tight pussy. 

Renee smiled warmly up at Corey as he took his position above her on his hands and knees. She was perfect, toned muscle mixed with feminine softness. Her stiff dark nipples pointed straight up from her big soft tits and her pussy was puffed open invitingly, warmed up by Corey's mouth. 

Shit, just the sight of her made his cock tingle alarmingly. Corey tried to breathe deeply and calm down. This was his only chance to impress her. A thought occurred to him. “Renee, do you have more of that… that spray you used the other day?” At this point, Corey was so terrified of performing badly that he would take orgasm denial over humiliation.

Renee just giggled and twined her slim arms around his neck. “You're joking, right? I'm offering you a night of passionate sex and you want less sensation? What happened to the hunky quarterback who said he could fuck me all night long? I'm giving you a real shot. It's time to prove yourself, Superstar!”

She was right. This was his chance, he had to take it. Corey focused and tried to calm his racing heart. His cock twitched and pulsed, so close to its goal he could almost feel it. He grabbed his cock, careful not to stimulate it too much, and positioned himself at the dripping entrance to Renee's pussy.

“Are you kidding?” asked Renee, arching an eyebrow. “No kiss? You really are worthless with girls, aren't you? Here, I'll help you.”

Corey felt a sense of impending doom as Renee drew him closer. “W-wait,” he begged. But he knew it was useless. Renee knew exactly what she was doing. This was the point of the offer: one last humiliation. Renee's warm pillowy lips pressed to his. Her wicked tongue pushed deep into his mouth. Her rock-hard nipples pressed forcefully into his chest. 

And crushingly, humiliatingly, this deep kiss was all it took. He was falling over the edge once again, failing to even achieve penetration before his own body betrayed him, surrendering to the intense arousal only Renee could cause. In one last desperate attempt, Corey tried to thrust forward and at least feel the embrace of Renee's pussy as his pathetic cock sprayed its load embarrassingly early once again. 

But he missed, and his cock scraped against Renee's warm thigh as he dribbled out a watery load onto Renee’s pubes. 

Renee’s chest heaved with deep laughter as she pushed him away. Corey tried to find something, anything to say that would salvage some of his lost dignity, but in the face of Renee’s helpless laughter, he couldn’t think of anything but his shame. 

“A kiss!” she howled, wiping away her tears as she clutched her sides. “You came from a kiss! What are you, thirteen? You lasted a total of zero seconds into sex, you fucking loser!”

Corey felt lightheaded and weak. The girl he had been obsessing over thought he was pathetic. No, worse than pathetic. Hilarious. He looked down at his oozing dick, willing it to wake back up. But somehow he knew that there would be no more chances tonight. 

“Renee, I… please, give me another chance,” said Corey, grasping at straws. He couldn’t accept losing this badly. If this was the way things ended between him and this fascinating, enthralling, evil girl, it would haunt him forever. 

But Renee just shook her head, her lip curled in disgust. “I’ve wasted enough time with you Corey. I mean, it’s fun to rile you up and watch you squirt, but I could find a hotter guy that can actually fuck me like that.” She snapped her well-manicured fingers sharply and bounced out of bed, taking the time to snag Corey’s shirt and wipe his cum off her crotch before beginning to get dressed. 

“What can I do?” asked Corey desperately, seeing his last chance rapidly disappear as Renee turned her back and hooked on a bra. “I swear this is a temporary problem. Please, Renee. I would do anything.”

Renee straightened up, pulling on a white thong, and turned to Corey with a curious light in her eyes. “Anything?” she asked with a growing grin. 

Corey just nodded, his eyes wide with sincerity. He felt like he might go crazy if Renee rejected him after so many failures in the bedroom. He needed a chance to redeem himself. 

“Ok,” said Renee flatly. “Then throw your homecoming game tomorrow. Prove to me that I’m the most important thing in your life. You’re clearly good at losing, so let’s just extend that to the football field so everyone knows how pathetic you really are.”

Renee’s cruel ultimatum hit Corey like a punch to the gut. He searched her beautiful face for some sign she was joking, but he saw only pitiless humor shining in those warm brown eyes. “Renee… there will be scouts there tomorrow,” he tried to explain. “It could set up my entire future.”

Renee just shrugged and turned to her closet to pick out an outfit. 

“You heard my terms, Superstar. I’ll be watching tomorrow. If you lose on the field, I’ll give you another chance to lose in the bedroom. Now get out of my house.”

…

Normally game days were Renee’s least favorite part of cheerleading. 

She liked the position of power and social standing involved in being the cheer captain,  and she even enjoyed the athleticism and sensuality of the dances. But actual performances at games were tiring and boring. Renee liked to be the center of attention, not a sideshow to the main event. 

But today, Renee was having a great time. 

It took Corey a little while to recognize Renee. At first, he was just playing poorly due to fatigue and dehydration. The lack of practice was clearly making it harder for him to mesh wiith the rest of the team as well. 

But despite how far under her spell Corey was at this point, Renee could tell that he was still trying his best to play well. He was rejecting her ultimatum. Renee was grudgingly impressed. She didn’t know the meathead had it in him.

But that changed once he noticed Renee. She felt a spike of sexual pleasure run through her as she drank in Corey’s reaction. She read shock and confusion in Corey’s body language as he finally realized that the girl who had him wrapped around her little finger was the cheer captain for his team’s greatest rivals. She was sure that all the pieces were falling into place for him right now: the way she had deliberately distracted him during practice times, the way she had drained his energy and stamina at every opportunity, and the true meaning of her final ultimatum.

A real man would rebel against her control once he had this revelation. But no one stayed a man for long once Renee Cross decided to break them down into a pathetic sub. His play got noticeably worse as he couldn’t keep his eyes off Renee on the sidelines. Renee could see his coach and teammates getting frustrated. Finally, in a time-out, Renee saw his coach yelling at Corey, pointing a finger in the young quarterback’s face with spittle flying. 

It looked like the coach had just made an ultimatum of his own. 

Time to end this game. 

As the players hustled back onto the field, Renee turned and winked at the cheer squad. “Time to break out that new dance we’ve been working on, ladies,” she said with a shark-like grin. 

As Corey caught the snap, and his eyes were pulled like magnets to Renee on the sidelines, his body stiffened. His eyes grew so wide that Renee could see them from where she stood on the sidelines. 

Renee and her cheer squad were doing an exact replica of the sensual dance in the video she had sent Corey. They stayed clothed of course, but the point wasn’t to stimulate Corey directly this time. It was to force open the connections in his brain between this dance and shameful, quick release. 

Corey froze, the other players swirling around him as he stared openly at the opposing cheer squad. His coach screamed in fury, but Corey didn’t hear him. His brain was too busy gushing with chemicals totally inappropriate for a football game. Renee and her cheer squad’s hips swayed and skirts flipped, their hands rubbing up and down their bodies in a dance riding the line between acceptable and inappropriate. But in Corey’s fevered brain, the dance sprinted over that line, deeply connected to memories of jerking frantically to the woman he had grown obsessed with. 

Renee almost whooped with triumph as Corey shuddered and cringed, his hand unconsciously going to his crotch as he painted the inside of his uniform white. Corey Hall was once a proud stud who could have had any girl in his school. Now he was a pathetic loser who had just cum in his pants in front of a packed full high school stadium. 

Luckily for him, the truth was hidden enough that he just looked like a coward instead of a pervert. But he would know. And So would Renee. Corey Hall had been utterly emasculated in front of all of his fans. 

Seconds later, the defensive linemen crushed Corey in a tackle, and he limped off the field, benched for the rest of the game. He tried to catch Renee’s eye from the bench, but obviously, she ignored him. 

Renee had no time for losers. 

After the game, as Renee was celebrating with her victorious team, Corey Hall limped up to speak with her. He looked exhausted and ashamed. His dreams of football glory were already draining from his eyes. “Renee!” he said with false cheerfulness, his eyes pathetically hopeful. “I… I did it. I threw the game for you, just like you asked. So, we can be together now, r-right?”

Renee turned away from her laughing team and smiled a predator’s smile. There were so many things she could say to take the wind out of Corey’s sails. She could say that he hadn’t thrown the game at all: he had clearly tried his best and failed just like he had done time and time again sexually. She could say that she had never promised they would be together, just that she would allow him to humiliate himself again in another bedroom session. 

But there was something else she wanted to say as her last words to him. Words that had echoed in her head for a long time. 

Renee tilted her head and wrinkled her nose in adorable confusion. 

“Who are you exactly?”