Victoria Parker: She sits and sucks

This was much the same routine the following day. She was delighted to see in the paper that Theta had climbed to three dollars a share, which meant she already had a five-hundred dollar profit. Sue was elated.

Sue liked Mr. Madison very much. He was so handsome, masculine, so smart-and rich. It didn't matter to her that he was fifty years old. In fact, that made him more intriguing to her.

She was excited about going to his investment firm, to his office on a regular basis. Learning more about the stock market became a real desire.

Sue had also learned from her past experiences babysitting that she should look as good as she could. She had found that older, married men liked her. Maybe it was her youthful beauty, her fabulous little body; perhaps they were simply bored with their wives-she didn't know, but she knew they liked her and she planned to exploit it all she could in the future to further her goals to get out of Bluff City, become somebody and make lots of money.

Her next sitting assignment came three days after her experience with Mr. Madison. She received a call through the work program at Waverly High School.

"This is Mrs. Jeffers, we were put in touch with you by the school. Could you sit with our boy this weekend?"

"What day?" Sue asked. "We're going out Friday night." "Gee, we have a game then, and I'm a cheerleader," Sue said.

"What time will it be over?"

"Around nine."

"Could you come over after the game? We weren't going out until around then anyway."

Sue was tired of Friday night sitting, but she wanted money, so she said, "Okay, what's the address?"

Mrs. Jeffers gave the address in the Riverview subdivision, not far from the rich houses of Riverfront Estates where Mr. Madison lived.

"I'd have to take a cab," Sue said.

"We'll pay for it. So, see you a little after nine then?"

"Okay," Sue agreed.

The cheerleaders had decided to wear their combination sweater-skirt uniforms for the game instead of the all-red they had appeared in the week before.

Sue liked this uniform best of all-short sleeved red sweater that had vertical braids of two white stripes and two black stripes, no more than a half inch each, blended together from the neck ribbing down the sleeve and down each side from armhole to the waistband of the sweater. On the front of the tight sweater was a little white megaphone in which was written Devils.

Sue's gorgeous tits looked good on each side of the word Devils, pushing at the little sweater like two softballs. She wore with the sweater a tiny-and it was tiny, perhaps no more than fourteen inches long-black skirt with inverted red pleats, three in front, three in back.

Her legs were encased in tight red knee socks with a big black ring at the top, and she wore white tennis shoes.

The red in her uniform was really a deep bright scarlet and looked very alluring.

Sue had her long brown hair swept over to one side with a few loose curls on her forehead. It was tied with a red ribbon and the big thick ponytail flopped off the right side of her head down to her shoulder.

The cab took her to the Jeffers' house, another big home in an expensive subdivision by the river. Mrs. Jeffers let her in and paid the cab. She was a tall woman of forty with brown hair, a lean frame, but very beautiful.

Sue met Mr. Jeffers who was also forty, tall, with very rugged good looks. He gave Sue a hot, admiring stare.

Then Sue met Bobby, their junior high son, a cute kid with a Prince Valiant hair cut-long, blond. He had a chubby face and was about the same height as Sue.

Mr. Jeffers showed Sue around the house. He ushered her into the TV room and showed her where the videos were.

Sue bent over to inspect the library. Her little skirt skipped up over her bright scarlet panties. She turned and caught Mr. Jeffers gawking at her beefette ass.

Sue watched TV with Bobby until midnight, then told him to shower and go to bed. She pulled out her copy of the Wall Street Journal and began studying.

She went up to check on Bobby after thirty minutes. He had just gotten into bed.

"Goodnight," she smiled, then saw he had a hard-on that stuck up under the covers.

"Goodnight, Sue," he said.

She lingered in the doorway, pretty, sexy in her uniform.

"You should turn the light off and go to sleep now, Bobby." Sue smiled. ~PAGE~

Sue didn't hear the Jeffers return from their night out. They came in quietly. Mr. Jeffers kissed his wife and she went up to go to bed. He went through the house, checking things before he went to find Sue and take her home.

He walked into the TV room and there she was, beautiful, darling, asleep on the couch. One leg hung over the edge, one leg was propped up leaning against the back of the couch.

Her tiny black skirt had pulled up over her red bloomers. The panties were stuffed out by her thick carpet of cunny curls underneath.

She looked wonderful there, asleep, legs lewdly apart. Mr. Jeffers got an immediate erection, from looking at her.

Who wouldn't have?

Sue lay oblivious, sound asleep, but juicy as a plum in her cheerleading uniform, her little black skirt up, the pleats swirled, her legs cocked apart.

Before he could stop himself, Mr. Jeffers was stroking his cock that now spiked out his trousers. Next thing he knew he had unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants and shorts around his shoes, and he had his prick in his hand, slowly pumping.

He was hot!

Sue must have picked up his vibe in her sleep. She opened her eyes, blinked several times, and looked over at Mr. Jeffers.

"Ah!" she gasped.

He said nothing, simply stroked harder on his thick, hard prick.

"Sir, what are you doin'?" Sue whispered.

Suddenly, as if he'd just realized he had his pants down and was masturbating to the lovely cheerleader, he said, "Oh, I'm… I'm sorry;.. I just, I couldn't… I mean I had to.. you're so.."

His stammering, his pumping gave Sue a good tingle of excitement. She raised up and sat on the couch, her tiny black skirt still up, her kneesocked legs apart.

She liked it. She liked his hand-job. But should she let him jerk to her? she thought.

He was humped outward. His hand hiked his cock, his thumb extended. Sue arched. His eyes glued her luscious body, her sweet titties swelling against her tight sweater, pushing out the word Devils.

"Are you gonna keep masturbatin', sir?" Sue whispered.

"Can I? May I?" "Do you wanna?" "Yes, very much."

"Well, I guess it's all right." He humped his hand faster. "Should I just sit here, sir?"

"Could you do something sexy for me?"

Sue thought about it, what she might do. She stood up, swayed her hips, then lifted her little black skirt, held it out, rolled her hips. "Somethin' like that?" she asked. "Whooffff, yessss!" Mr. Jeffers puffed hotly.

"Should I take my panties down?" "Oh, would you?"

"If you wanna see me do it, I will." "You're so sweet. Yes, take your panties down for me."

Sue tugged her panties down on her thighs and showed him her bushy brown pussy.

"AH!" he gasped.

Sue smiled sweetly, sexily, rolled her hips, pushed her muff at Mr. Jeffers. He pounded harder on his prick.

"Oooooh!" Sue whispered. "You're goin' like crazy!"

"Ah, God, honey!" he gasped.

Sue's pussy creamed. She reached down with one hand, held her pleats up with the other and rubbed her fingers through the thick cunny hair.

"Ohhh, yeah!" Mr. Jeffers cried. "You like when I do that?" she cooed.

She rubbed three fiat fingers between her legs.

Then she hooked a finger into her cunt. "Ah, jeez… yes!" Mr. Jeffers panted. "You're really goin', sir. So fast and stuff." "Do it, finger your cunt!"

"Jerk your prick!" Sue shot back. "Oh, honey! Finger it!" "Jerk it!"