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Her rounded ass and her wet, steaming pussy were over his face. He pulled her down. His face was hidden when she squatted on it.

She sighed and moaned when her pussy pressed his mouth. Sucking sounds came from under her as he licked and lapped her pussy.

Her pussy was dripping wet from the eating I have her. The smell of her was thick especially since her pussy was oozing with juices.

Her tits bobbed and shook as she rocked back and forth, rubbing her crotch against his sucking mouth.

I rode his cock, pumping up and down on it. I got better action when I leaned forward and could work out more on his cock.

Because he had come twice, it was really hard for me to bring him off a third time.

I rode him until my hips were sore from grinding into his, and my pussy lips were sore, yes, and the inside of my pussy, too.

When I squatted and leaned forward, I could touch my tongue to Beverly's tits.

She cupped her tits, one in each hand, and held them for me. I licked the nipples and lapped at the rest of her tits.

At the same time, she rode Taylor's mouth. She got excited and ground her pussy hard against his face.

He made her come with his mouth. She shivered and her eyes shut and her mouth opened and she gasped and groaned.

She sat on his face and squeezed his head, smothering him in fresh pussy.

He came inside me, at last. Since it was his third time, he was only good for a few drops or so, which were squeezed from his cock.

But just because he didn't shoot like a firehose, don't think that it wasn't super-intense for him.

That last orgasm just about wasted him. When he stopped shaking and gasping, he lay there on the bed like he'd been flattened like a steamroller.

Beverly rubbed the back of her hand against her eyes, wiping off the sweat. She gave her head a toss, clearing the hair off her wet face.

She rose off Taylor's face. His spit was white and bubbly on her bush, which was soaked with the stuff. Her pussy lips were dark and dripping.

Her pussy lips were spread on his mouth, and I caught a glimpse of the slippery membranes before the pussy lips closed.

I started to get off him, too, but he wanted me to stay there for a while longer. So I sat up straight with his cock inside me.

Beverly climbed off his face and sat on the edge of the bed. She let her head rest on top of her thighs, with hair falling over her face.

After a while, Taylor softened up inside me, and had me get off him.

Beverly did some scenes and sessions with me, for customers with special tastes, but that was generally at the beginning.

After more girls were added to the stable, Beverly didn't join in. She said that she should either supervise or turn tricks herself, but that it would be foolish for her to do both, since she would be, ah, spreading herself too thin.

I thought that it would be hard for her to recruit more girls, even though we really needed them, with business booming.

But Beverly just laughed and told me that I was wrong, that it was easy as pie, and that she was working on those new additions to our little family right now.

As usual, she was right.

It was special, when I was her one and only working girl, but it was even better when the new girls were added.

Beverly really trusted me, since I was the first, and she had me help her with the others, which was a lot of fun for me, and important work, too.

It wasn't very long before we were in full operation, with some of the biggest men – and women – in town as our regular customers!

SUBJECT: Debbie Sue

AGE: Sixteen

"I've been a bad girl, Mr. Vickers," I said. "A very naughty girl."

"Debbie Sue, what on earth are you doing?!"

Mr. Vickers did not know what my game was… actually, he did know some of it, more than most, since he had seen me in the parking lot late yesterday afternoon.

Mr. Vickers is the assistant vice-principal at the high school. He's a middle aged guy, not bad if you to for that type.

He's a man. He's big and kind of blocky, with a big square head, hair thinning on top, and showing a lot of shiny scalp with thin hair slicked down on it.

He had been sweating ever since I walked into his office this morning.

His office is on the ground floor of the school, facing the east, so the morning sun was shining inside the room.

The light was hot and bright – hurt my eyes. There was too much of it.

I went to the window, putting a little wiggle in my walk, shaking my buns under the tight skirt I had worn specially for school this morning.

Mr. Vickers sat behind his desk, wearing his baggy brown suit, white shirt, tie. His mouth was open as he stared at me.

I grabbed the thin cord connected to the venetian blinds and pulled it.

I guess I didn't judge it right. The cord flew out of my hand and the blinds came crashing down like shutters.

They slammed against the window sill. The blinds covered the window, though, so I had gotten what I wanted.

It was dim but there was still plenty of light to see by. Thin strips of light shone through all the spaces between the blinds.

They made a pattern like a grating. When I moved through the light it moved up and down me, like a strobe light. It looked real cool.

I went to the door and locked it. I left the lights off. Before Mr. Vickers could get up from his chair, I went behind his desk.

"For heaven's sake, Debbie Sue, what on earth are you up to?!"

His voice broke. I tried hard not to giggle.

"I pulled down the curtains because I don't want anybody to see, Mr. Vickers. I don't want anybody to see – nobody but you!"

"See what?!"

"This!" I pulled up my skirt in front and flashed my panties.

Mr. Vickers just about crawled out of his skin. I couldn't see his face change colors, but I did see his eyes pop and his mouth fall open.

And why not? After all, it's not every day that one of the prettiest girls in the high school locks herself in the assistant vice-principal's office and pulls up her skirt. In fact, I'm quite sure that it didn't happen any day…

But this day, it did. And I just didn't stop at pulling up my skirt.

I pulled down my panties, too.

Men are mirrors. I can see myself in them, in the way that they act when they look at me, stare at me, desire me.

Mr. Vickers was a mirror. Looking at him squirm in his seat, was like looking at myself in the mirror, or through his eyes. What did he see?

He saw just about the cutest girl in the whole school, an Honor Roll student and a star cheerleader.

He saw a gorgeous teen girl with reddish-brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, a foxy face, turned up nose, pink lips.

He saw a girl standing about five and a half feet tall, a girl sixteen with lots of curves, with tits the size and shape of pears.

Bra! Ha, ha – I wasn't wearing any! My tits were bare under the short-sleeved blouse I wore – and the blouse was about two sizes too small.

Not only that, but when I lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties, my nipples got hard, so that they stuck out.

He saw all of me below the waist, since I held the skirt lifted up and my panties were pulled down.

He saw wide pink hips and smooth thighs and a dark brown bush and delicate dark pink pussy lips quivering between my legs.

My legs were bare except for my white ankle socks and loafers.

Mr. Vickers looked like a fish out of water, and sounded like one, too.

After a while, he got control enough of himself to swallow hard. He shook his head like he was trying to clear it.

"My God, Debbie Sue, have you gone crazy?!"

"Ummmmm, yes, I'm crazy – crazy about you, Mr. Vickers."

I held up my skirt in one hand. My white lace panties were rolled to the middle of my thighs. I touched his shoulder.