Chapter 53: Disciplinary Hearing (Claire Bennet)

(Claire Bennet from Heroes).

Claire Bennet chewed down on her lip in the most nervous manner possible before turning around the corner. She dressed in her cheerleader uniform when walking up. Her red and white top moved up to show her toned midsection. Her skirt came up a little bit, maybe a couple of inches shoulder than regulation. She had socks pulled up over her feet, and wore a nice pair of shoes.

She walked over towards the door with the name plate of "Coach Potter" on it. She raised her hand and knocked on the door.

Claire wouldn't lie, she was a bit nervous, and not just because of the fact she was up for this hearing, she had been nursing a little curse on the coach. Every time she saw him, he sent her heart a flutter. Harry Potter was a handsome older man, and Claire had a few dreams which left her with sticky sheets, and a lot of frustration.

"Come on."

Claire swung the door open and stepped inside. She walked towards the front desk and saw Harry Potter. He dressed in a nice tank top with his jacket slid off. She drank in the sight of his muscular arms and the shirt fit his body like a shirt. The pair of jeans he wore made Claire wonder what laid underneath. She shook her head.

'I'm in more than enough trouble as is,' she thought to herself.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" Claire asked.

"Yes, Ms. Bennet, please take a seat," Harry said. He motioned towards the chair and she sank down on the chair. "Well, you've turned a few heads lately, haven't you?"

"Um, sir?" Claire asked.

"I'm a bit concerned about the quality of your performance," Harry said. He peered over his glasses to give her a searching look. "Out on the field."

"You think I'm not showing enough school spirit?" she asked. "I thought….I thought I was doing a rather good job."

"You aren't lacking in school spirit," Harry said. He gave her a smile. "There are other concerns though, the fact you're….directing way too much attention away from the game with your antics."

"Sir?" Claire asked in confusion.

"I'm referring to your uniform," Harry said. "I'm very well aware how young girls dress, and I understand why some of them have a need for a little skin. And if it acts as motivation to inspire the team, then I won't have any problems with it."

"I'm….you have a problem with my uniform?" Claire asked, leaning forward. She placed her palms on his desk and leaned forward. It allowed him the perfect view of the front of her uniform, with her lacy red bra underneath.

"Personally, no, but some members of the team, claimed you were being a bit distracting," Harry said.

"Well, maybe they should keep their eyes on the ball, and not elsewhere," Claire said. "I'm sure you've told them about as much, Coach."

"I have, and it's their own faults they can't focus properly," Harry said. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Still, there have been a few complaints about the length of your skirt as well, from the staff at this school, and from the parents."

"Are you saying I'm going to be kicked from the Squad?" Claire asked. She hitched in a breath and stared Harry down.

"I'm just saying you might want to take some time away, perhaps not wear such a short skirt, such a tight top," Harry said. "People can see your panties when you are lifted in the air."

"Why, were you looking, sir?" Claire asked. She received a stern look from the coach, prompting a shudder in response. "Sorry, sir, if I seem so forward, so inappropriate, but…."

"I'm more than willing to speak up in your favor," Harry said. Claire swallowed and responded with a nod. "Providing you do something for me."

"Please, anything," Claire said a moment later. She bent back in the chair, pulling down the skirt. She didn't want to get in any more cover. "I'll do anything, just…what do you want me to do?"

Harry rose up to his feet and walked over to the office door. He clicked it lock in response.

"The times you've looked at me has not gone unnoticed, Ms. Bennet," Harry told her. "You've been staring at me, undressing me with your eyes, when you think I'm not looking. And flashing you my panties, and making it out to be an accident."

Claire flinched underneath this particular gaze. She couldn't deny it.

"You've frustrated me," Harry said. "Do you think it's easy to remain professional when a hot piece of teenage ass is flaunting herself at me?"

"No, sir…I'm….I didn't mean to cause any trouble," Claire said. She looked at him. The stern look on his face caused her to melt and thank herself she was sitting down.

"You've frustrated me," Harry said. "And I want to know what you're going to do about that frustration, Ms. Bennet?"

Claire looked at him and wondered if he was implying what she thought he was. The handsome older man gave her another look which opened the gateway to the utter ruination of her panties.

"Stand up," Harry said. "Let me look at you….don't try and pull your skirt down. You didn't seem have a problem with showing me your panties all season."

Claire dropped her hands to her side. Her skirt came up to reveal her black panties. She wore it a bit short, this skirt actually was the same one she had been wearing since she was on the JV squad, and now, she had shot up a few inches, and her legs had grown longer. The same amount of material had to cover a lot more.

"Is that gum?"

Claire looked at him with a nod.

"Yes, sir," Claire said. "Sorry, when I'm nervous, I need something in my mouth….helps me….."

"Please, get rid of it," Harry said. He held out a trash can before her to spit her gum out. "I have something more constructive for you to do with that mouth of yours."

Claire wondered what he was going for. The gum was out of her mouth, and Harry pushed his lips onto her mouth, backing her back onto the desk.

The pretty blonde's breath had been taken completely out of her body. Harry leaned her against his desk and kissed her. Her mouth opened like an obedient little pet, allowing his tongue to slip deeper into her mouth. His tongue mapped out a path on his mouth.

The kiss lasted maybe a minute in total, but it resulted in the most mind blowing experience Claire ever felt. He released her mouth and Harry stepped back.

"I want you to do something to ease my frustration," Harry said. He peered down at her, corking one of his eyebrows. "Do you think you can do that for me, Ms. Bennet."

"Of course, sir," she said, dropping to her knees without a second thought.

Claire fumbled with his belt, pulling it off. She managed it after a couple of tries and then pulled his pants down. She saw a pair of boxer shorts on the other side. The Cheerleader couldn't help, and lick her lips when she saw the big bulge.

"That's all because of me?" she asked in a little girl voice.

"Yes," Harry told her. "You made a mess, what are you going to do about it?"

"Oh, I don't think I'm done making messes yet," she said. She grabbed his boxer shorts and pulled them down, freeing the monster inside.

Harry's cock smacked her on the cheek when it had been freed from its prison. The beautiful blonde wrapped a hand around Harry's tool and pumped him.

"I've always wanted to suck this cock," Claire said. "Can I put it in my mouth now, sir?"

Harry leaned back and placed a hand on the top of her forehead. He looked into her deep blue eyes and smiled.

"I won't stop you," Harry said. "Do it, now."

Claire leaned in, pleased to see his cock was as big as she imagined it. Hell, it might have been even bigger than she imagined it. Her tongue extended forward and started to lick the head, as if giving him a taste test.

"You're not helping with the frustration," Harry said. "You said you wanted something in your mouth. Well, I'm offering you something to replace your gum, and I think you can agree it has a much better….taste."

Harry hissed out the last word at the mouth where Claire wrapped her juicy lips around Harry's cock. She took his cock into her mouth and started to bob down onto it.

Claire took Harry's cock into her mouth. She made sure to taste every single square inch of him. It grew in her mouth and caused her mouth to be completely full. She enjoyed a full mouth, and enjoyed the taste of what he was going to give her.

"Do you know how many times I've thought of you doing this?" Harry asked. She made a few slurping sounds, making several passes. "Do you know how many times I wanted you to drag you into my office, and force you to suck my cock for being such a tease?"

Claire bobbed her mouth down on the older man's cock, and pulled away from him. She gave him a little smirk.

"Load, I hope," Claire said. She fondled his balls and then pushed his cock back into her mouth for more intense sucking.

"Too many to count," Harry said, holding onto the back of her head and guiding his naughty little angel. "As many as I'm sure you dreamed about sucking my huge cock."

Claire nodded, driving her hot mouth around his probing tool. She couldn't really hold back her desires much longer. She blew the older man, taking his massive cock into the depths of her warm mouth.

"You're going to get that replacement for that gum," Harry said.

Claire was sure what she was going to get rhymed with gum. Therefore she redoubled her efforts to give Harry's pole a complete going over. The fact he had a position of authority on her which he shamelessly abused made this all the much more exciting.

Harry rode himself out to an orgasm in Claire's wonderfully, tight mouth. Her lips continued to smack around him, hunger dancing in them when she kept suckling on him.

"Good, we're getting really close," Harry said. "You're going to make me cum. I bet you're getting off on that, aren't you?"

Claire popped her lips around Harry's throbbing prick and smiled. She kept sucking on him, bringing his cock further into her mouth each time he passed between her lips.

Harry fired his load into the teenage girl's mouth. She took a huge big load into the mouth. His cock slipped out when she thought he was done, and she received a nice facial of cum. Harry's spunk splattered all over her face.

"Now you've got my cum all of your face," Harry said. "That won't do at all…you should clean it off, young lady."

Claire smiled and reached over. Harry grabbed her wrist to stop her.

"With your fingers," Harry said. "Wipe it off of your face with your fingers and lick yourself clean."

Claire swiped the thick white fluid off of her face, and shoved those soaked fingers into her mouth. She looked towards Harry, eyes glazed over in passion.

"Get on my desk, and spread her legs," Harry said.

"Do you want me to take my uniform off?" Claire asked.

"No, leave it on," Harry said. "On my desk, please."

Claire turned around and decided to crawl onto the desk facing away from Harry. Her skirt flipped up to show her ass, clad in those lacy panties. Harry slapped her on the ass to cause a whimper before she turned over, laying back on the desk.

Her skirt rode completely up making sure Harry saw her panties. Claire spread her legs far, showing how flexible she could be, how far she could spread for Harry.

"How's this, Coach?" Claire asked.

Harry gave her one of those smiles which caused girls to moisten between their thighs. He leaned down and slid her panties back.

"Perfect."

Harry leaned down and gave Claire a long and lingering kiss on her lower lips. She hitched in her breath. He sucked away on the outer lips and then moved up to lick her thighs briefly, before swirling his tongue around her.

He received a good taste test of her dripping hot pussy. It was so tight, she tasted so wonderful. Harry licked her outside and buried his tongue into her, licking her core as much as he could reach.

"Mmm, that feels so good, Mr. Potter!" Claire breathed, grabbing onto the back of his head.

Harry's handsome face buried underneath her skirt, between her thighs, moistened her center even more. Claire caressed her hands up her fit body, feeling the pleasure from Harry's questing tongue. It kept working its way deeper into her.

"I'm sure you enjoy this," Harry said. He tasted her a little bit more to encourage Claire to practically cream herself. "You taste good, like sweet honey."

Harry licked her honey pot a little more. Every time his tongue buried into Claire's body, electricity shot through the cheerleader's body. Her hips bucked and coated Harry's faces with her juices. She held onto the back of his head and kept bucking up.

"Keep eating me, please," Claire said. Her crush ate her pussy like it was the most divine meal on Earth, showing her how a real man went to work.

Harry pulled away from her, smiling in response. His throbbing cock had been primed and ready to go. His fingers rubbed Claire's slit and the scorching, wet, heat encouraged Harry to do one thing.

"Ready for the main course?" Harry asked. "Let's see how flexible you really are."

Claire's pussy was born for this. Her entire body lit up in passion. The older man's hands rested on her cunt, rubbing in.

"Please, sir, fuck me," Claire said. "I need you in me….soooo bad!"

Harry smiled and straddled her hips for a brief tease. His hard cock brushed against her entrance when he leaned over to kiss the side of her neck.

"All you Cheerleaders are the same, so easy."

Harry pulled her shirt back and played with her perky breasts a little bit. His hands skimmed down her body. He paid special attention to her face. The anticipation, the little gasps of pleasure, she really didn't hold back from showing her passion towards him.

"So easy."

Claire would have protested for a moment. She couldn't lie to herself or to him. Claire Bennet craved his touch.

"Mr. Potter, I'm so wet," Claire said. "Please, fuck me sir."

Harry's cock pushed on the outside of her pussy. The first few inches slipped underneath her skirt and inside her pussy.

Claire bit down on her lip. She tried to push up, feeling the pain spread through her body when he fully pushed past her barrier inside her body.

"Only five inches, and you're already crying like a poor little baby," Harry said. "I must say, I'm disappointed, Ms. Bennet, I know Freshmen who can take more than you can."

Claire closed her eyes and tried to push herself on, ignoring the slight.

"It's just so big!" Claire cried out, unable to believe there was only five of his twelve inches inside of her tight pussy. "You're breaking my tight virgin pussy, Mr. Potter!"

"I thought you wanted my help," Harry said. Her bra had been pulled down and her perky tits, firm and defying gravity stuck out. Her cute little pink nipples stuck out and Harry licked them. "Didn't you want my help?"

"Yes," Claire panted, almost cumming right from the friction of his mouth over her nipple.

"Then, you better help me," Harry said. "Don't you want to help me?"

Another inch slid into her when Claire thrust her hips up towards him. Her hands cupped his bum when pushing into her.

"I want to help you, hard!" she begged him.

Claire summoned all of what she could do, spreading her legs as far as possible, so Harry could finishing submerging his rock hard rock inside her body.

"Then just relax, and take my cock," Harry said.

Claire relaxed and more of his cock slid inside of her. The pain slowly faded from her, when Harry kissed her neck, her collarbone, and her breasts, every lovely inch of her breasts. Harry pushed into her, sliding into her.

"Good girl," Harry said to her. "You want to be a good girl for me, don't you?"

"I can be a very good girl," Claire said, biting on her lip. "OOOH…this feels so good…feels so good…..mmmm….feels good!"

Claire made a lot of sounds of content. Harry pushed all the way into her and almost pulled out of her. The tip of his cock rested at her dripping entrance. Claire didn't worry about the sheer length hurting her, she anticipated it. He opened both Claire and her pussy up to new, wonderful experiences.

"Sweetie, we've only just began to make you feel good," Harry said. He plunged into her. "You're going to be my own personal cheerleader when this is over…..how would you like that?"

Claire would have thought of a snappy retort, but she couldn't.

"Give me an O!" she yelled.

"Oh, no problem," Harry said.

The moment Harry said these words, he rammed his cock deep inside Claire's tight pussy and signified the orgasm to end all orgasms. The moment the orgasm hit, Harry pounded her tight little pussy.

Her moans encouraged Harry to keep up what he was doing. Orgasms chained together in such a rapid fire succession, Claire thought she would lose it.

Harry pulled himself out of her, and the loss of his cock caused a soft whine to be issued by Claire. She turned around to see Harry leaning back on his elbows, cock pointed in the air. His man pole twitched and beckoned her over.

"Let's see if you can take me from a different position."

Claire crawled over him for a moment, pushing her breasts into his face for a little tease. She stroked the older man's chest, running her fingernail down it. A sultry little smile spread over the face of the beautiful blonde cheerleader.

"I just love bouncing up and down," she said, fluttering her eyelashes at Harry. "Want me to show you how much spirit I have?"

"I don't think it's the lack of spirit that's a….ahhh….problem."

Claire's wet pussy slid down onto Harry's pole. This time, she took the cock into her with greater ease, more pleasure, than pain. She drove her love box down onto Harry's generous sized fuck stick.

"I love cock just as much," Claire said. She pounded her pussy with Harry's length. "We should have been doing this for ages."

"Yes, we should."

Claire bent down and kissed him. His hands trailed over every inch of her sexy little body. The tight teenage cunt drove itself down ono his cock, tempting him, and teasing him.

"Mmm," she moaned, slipping a finger into her mouth.

Harry thought she looked very fuckable in that uniform and was glad she kept it mostly on. He rested his hands on the thighs of the younger girl. He brought her dripping hot cunt down onto his cock, making her rise all the way and lower herself down it.

"Good girl, very good," Harry groaned. Her tight pussy clamped down onto him. "You're doing….really good….it feels really good."

"Feels better to have a nice big cock inside me," she said. "You're making me cum again, sir!"

The wet fluids coated Harry's cock to make Claire's descent on him a bit easier. His hands explored her body, worshipping every inch of the cheerleader.

"Keep this up, and I might call in a favor, and make you the Head Cheerleader," Harry told her with a smile, squeezing her ass.

"I wonder why," she murmured. "I'm so close!"

Harry steadied the pace and worked into her like a machine. His hips thrust up to meet hers when they came down. They met in a sexual frenzy of energy. Hands felt each other, every single part, their bodies molding together in lust.

"Don't hold back," Harry said. "I'm nearly done…"

"Don't pull out of me, please!" Claire yelled.

"I had no intention," Harry said. "You're going to take all of my cum in your body, and like it. Maybe you'll have a little reminder of our little meeting."

Claire grabbed onto his shoulder and encouraged him to keep going into her. She could feel how heavy his balls were. Her body heated up with more thoughts of what might happen should his load spill into her. Intensity spread through their.

Their loins met in the age old dance of passion. Harry came all the way down into her, her hips sliding pretty much all the way up to meet his hard throbbing cock. Those balls were so full of cum, and soon she would be as well.

"Please," Claire murmured sexily in his ear. "Show me how manly you are, those little boys on the field can't compete with you, Coach!"

Harry smiled and hammered her pussy even harder, feeling the tension rise in his balls. Her latest orgasm squeezed him, resulting in him losing his load inside her.

The first warm splash of cum caused Claire's hips to twitch up and ram against his. She thrashed, squeezed, and milked the seed from his aching balls. An immense amount of cum spilled inside her body, coating her womb.

"It's so much!" Claire yelled.

"Of course it is, that's how much cum a real man has," Harry said. "And now, I've made you a woman, my woman."

Claire hung onto him and milked his orgasm down to the very last drop. He spilled inside of her.

The moment Harry finished inside of her, he pulled out of the cheerleader.

"So, how was it, honey?" Harry asked her.

"Good," Claire said. She sat up and wrapped her arms around Harry, resting her head on his chest. "So…..are you serious about your office door being always open?"

"Always," Harry said. "If you ever need anything….."

"I'll march my ass up here," Claire said. "And next time, you can take that too."

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