Rigging the Game

By Nikki Ruffles

Sissy Sam gets pulled into a con to help rig a basketball game, all so, Brittany the head cheerleader can help her boyfriend get a scholarship. Of course, to pull it off, Sam is going to need to learn the cheers, practice the cheers, get fitted for a uniform, buy some new shoes and makeup. Oh, and did I mention he will have to seduce another cheerleader. All so she will autograph his panties and go along with the plan, I can’t forget that part. If all the pieces come together Sam will give a basketball player the night of his life, and maybe give Brittany’s boyfriend a chance to go to college.

***** Included Kinks *****
Gay Sex
Straight Sex
Lesbian Sex
Multi-partner Sex
Pegging
Facials
Cross-dressing

***** Content Warning *****

This book contains explicit sex, language, and blackmail, the story contains strong themes and is not recommended for anyone under the age of 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: RW Publishing
• Release date: Feb 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005227074

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Rigging the Game

NY Bound Book 2

Nikki Ruffles

Copywrite 2021 Nikki Ruffles

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Chapter 1 – The Meeting

Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays were spent under Mistress Simpson's excellent tutelage. Tuesdays and Thursdays, I spent traveling from teacher to teacher serving them in whatever deviant way they came up with. Every one of them thought they were unique, every one of them stripped me down to my bra and panties and had me service them under their desk while they taught a class. I had only been at it a month so I had serviced half the staff, Mistress Simpson, assured me that by the end of the school year I would have spent an hour with every teacher in the school. Of course, that was all after I begged Master Rogers, the school's crazy Phys-Ed Coach, to let me steal a pair of panties from the girl's locker room. I would wear those panties all day and deposit them in my locker after the last bell.

That was the system that put me under Mr. Carter’s desk with his cock buried down my throat while his class took a test. I had been sucking on his cock for all of seventh period and he hadn’t cum once. he was close, his cock twitched begging to explode in my mouth, but he held it back. I wrapped my fingers around his balls squeezing them and rolling them around in my palm.

His fingers slid through my hair as he pushed me off his cock. Alright, class time’s up. See you all tomorrow. Double-check your papers as you drop them by the door. No name no grade

The sounds of students filing out of the room kept me from going back for his cock again. The door closed and I leaned in to take him back into my mouth when I heard her speak, I really really need to pass this test, Mr. Teacher Sir.

Ms. Murphey, I am sure you did fine. It was an easy test. Mr. Carter said as the tips of his finger ran a circle around the tip of his cock.

I don’t know, you see I have been busy all week with the cheer squad making sure that the basketball team is ready for tomorrow night. Brittany Murphey said. And If I fail, I will get kicked off the squad, and I can't have that.

Mr. Carter cleared his throat as precum began to drip down his shaft, Your, uh, your skirt Ms. Murphey.

Brittany giggled and said, Oh silly me. Sorry, you had to see that. I am a good girl; I always wear panties to school, but someone stole them this morning.

Wait… Do you like looking up my skirt Mr. Murphy? Brittany said, her voice high-pitched and childlike. I know you have that Sissy under there sucking on your cock.

My blood ran cold when she said that, I knew the teachers knew about me. I didn’t know the cheerleaders did. Mr. Carter rolled his chair back as she stepped around his desk. Her white sneakers shoes were pristine, and her legs were perfectly toned. The hem of her bright red pleated skirt danced into my view as she stepped between Mr. Carter and me. Reaching up, Mr. Carter slid his hand under her skirt. I bet your cock feels so much better than that finger does.

I did have plans tonight for that Sissy, Carter said as his hand continued to explore under Brittany’s skirt.

Well then you have a choice to make, what do you want? Some Sissy ass, or a hot wet cheerleader, Brittany paused as she climbed onto Carter’s lap. I could see under her skirt now, her pussy glistened as it parted inviting his cock into her body. Letting out a satisfied Sigh as Murphy moved his hands to Brittany’s breasts, she said finished her question Pussy.

My little penis tented out the front of my panties as I watched him fuck her. I wanted in too I wanted his cock in me, but that wasn’t going to happen just yet, so I moved closer and pressed my face between Brittany’s cheeks, my tongue sliding out licking her rear opening. Brittany’s nails dug into my scalp as she grabbed my hair pulling my face into her body. As he pumped his cock deep into Brittany Murphy moaned loudly and said, God I love this school.

You love my tight little body, fucking that big fat cock of yours. Brittany moaned as she slowly rode his sex. Reaching blindly into the three intertwined bodies I grabbed Carter’s balls and squeezed them. He moaned again and his whole body twitched. Breathing heavily, he pushed Brittany off his lap and me back under the desk. Carter was struggling to catch his breath as he tucked his softening cock in his pants and zipped up. Why don’t you give the Sissy and I a few minutes alone. Go clean yourself up.

I um, I have some papers to grade before I head home, Carter said, the confident teacher from a few minutes ago suddenly looking much less in control.

Go away, Brittany said her voice firm, none of the virginal playfulness for a few minutes earlier. I was still under the desk; I could see Carter but all I saw of Brittany was her legs draped over the table. Carter started to say something and then stopped, standing up he left the room in a hurry. Hoping down from his desk Brittany sat in Mr. Carter’s chair Fucking old people.

Looking down at me Brittany spread her legs. Get up here and clean me up. If I have to drive home without up an orgasm, I am going to kill someone.

Crawling out from under the desk, I was terrified Mr. Carter would walk back in. But then I was close enough to smell Brittany’s sex, every other thought left my mind. I let my cheek slide along her slick thigh. The closer I got to her pussy the deeper the smell of sex invaded my senses. My nose brushed against her smooth outer lips and I inhaled deeply. I slowly let my tongue out running it along her slit gathering up the little bit of Carter’s cum that had already started to leak out. Brittany scooted down in the chair giving me a better angle to bring her pleasure. I hooked my arms under her legs, and she put her feet on my back, gently pressing me deeper