Victoria Parker - She sits and sucks

"Honey, baby!"

He was panting like a dog. His mouth hung open, and his hand blurred on his cockstalk. Cum spat from the bulging up.

"Finger-fuck yourself," he moaned. "Fuck your fist!" Sue barked.. "Finger, finger, finger!" he panted, his hand making loud, slurping sounds as he pumped his hard prick.

"Golly," Sue whispered, "that really looks goooood!"

She twiddled and fiddle-fucked her clit, her hand fanning between her legs, still holding up her cheerleading skirt with her free hand.

"I'd love to see your titties, too," Mr. Jeffers gulped.

Then he stiffened. His hand whacked harder, and he climaxed. His cock sprayed cum at Sue.

"Oh, sir? Wow! Wow!" Sue gasped. "Wowwwww!"

"Honey, honey, honey!" he cried. His prick spat and spewed big chunks of bubbling hot cream that splashed to the carpet in front of Sue. She fucked her pussy faster and got it with him, felt the rinse of ecstasy wash through her beautiful body. She was jerked forward at the waist. Her face became frozen with pleasure. Her mouth was unhinged as she came and watched the magnificent eruption pouring from Mr. Jeffer's prick stick.

"You're shootin' all over," Sue finally managed.

"Ah, honey, honey!" was all he could gulp. "Whew, looka the stuff keep cummin' out!" Sue remarked in amazement, fascinated by his huge spraying load.

"I know, I know," he mumbled. "Been so long… so hot, so-ohhhhhh!"

He was humped forward, his hand pounding wildly, his cock spurting copiously. His eyes were fastened to the sight before him-the luscious, pretty, juicy cheerleader.

Finally he had pumped out all he had. Sue had shuddered through a fabulous climax. She wanted to scream about how much she loved to cum, how good it always felt, time after time after time after time.

She thought she would simply like to cum forever.

"Oh, shit!" Mr. Jeffers huffed. "That was wonderful! That's the best I've felt… the hottest I've been in years."

Sue smiled shyly.

"You better take me home, I guess," she whispered sweetly.

He toddled over to her, little choppy steps, dragging his trousers on his ankles, like a man on a prison chain gang. He looked down at the cum on the carpet.

"I'm going to have to do some cleaning, huh?" he smiled.

"I guess so," Sue said, looking down also, seeing the thick goo clinging to the carpet.

He reached out. "I wanna feel these nice tits," he said. "Can I?"

"Mmmmm, well.., okay," Sue agreed. She lifted her Devils sweater, and revealed a black demi-cup bra that bulged beautifully with her young eighteen-year-old tits.

Mr. Jeffers cupped his rugged hands on the bra, felt her tits, round firmness. Then he dipped in and took them out, marveled at their proud, jutting loveliness.

"Oh, these are beautiful," he murmured, his hands squeezing, jiggling, cupping, fondling.

"I'm glad you like 'em, sir," Sue whispered. His creamy cock thumped. Sue looked down and saw the rise of the prick, lifting up like a crane.

He kept one hand on her tits, then thrust the other between her legs, rubbed on her slushy pussy.

"Mmmmmm!" he mumbled. Sue reached down and fisted his cock, clutching the dripping stalk, setting a good grip, squeezing hard. A spin of cream bubbled out on the tip.

Sue pumped in and out on his prick as he raised another hard-on. He slipped a finger into her cunt. They stood in enamored delight with each other.

"Oh, Sue!" he sighed. "This is soooo good!"

Suddenly there was a yell from upstairs. It was Mrs. Jeffers. She called out to her husband.

"Tom… Tom!" "Yes, dear?"

"Are you still here?"

"I was just leaving with Sue." "Okay, well hurry back."

"Damn," he said. "I thought she was going to sleep. She must wanna make love."

"Well, you're sure ready," Sue said, squeezing one last time on his cock before releasing it.

Driving in the car, Mr. Jeffers said, "I haven't paid you yet. What do I owe you for babysitting?"

"A hundred dollars," Sue said.

"Huh," he smiled. "My, you are quite a little business lady.

"I try to be," Sue smiled back. "Don't you think that's reasonable?"

"Oh, yes, indeed."

They pulled up in front of her house. He gave her a hundred fifty dollars, kissed her lovely lips and said, "Can we get together again- soon?"

"Well, you call, and if I'm free maybe we can, Sue said, slipping out of the car.

Sue rode the elevator to Mr. Madison's investment office. It was shortly after five. She wore a pink, denim mini, a tight, dark blue sweater, and white high heels.

Her hair was in bangs with a long ponytail in the back. Her stock had gone up one more point since she had purchased it, and she had been reading the Wall Street Journal, learning as Mr. Madison had instructed her.

Her thousand-dollar profit in the stock made her happy. She was grateful for men like Mr. Madison, and as she got out of the elevator, she thought the world should have more generous, bright, handsome men like him.

She walked to his offices and pushed through the door. The place was empty, but then Mr. Madison appeared in the hall and led her back to his plush office overlooking Bluff City and the river.

"Well, how are you today, Susan?" Mr. Madison said, flashing his bright smile, sitting down after Sue had taken a big chair in front of his desk.

"Quite well, sir."

"I see our stock is up." "I know," Sue said.

"And have you been studying?" "Oh, every day, Mr. Madison."

"What have you learned, Susan?"

He's so handsome, Sue thought. Yes, he's fifty years old, but he's such a man.

"Well, I been studyin' how the Federal Reserve controls the money supply, Mr. Madison, how they can inject money into the economy or take it out through the sale or purchase of financial instruments." "Very good, Susan."

He seems happy, she thought, looking at his handsome face, his lean body in his plush leather chair, his expensive three-piece suit.

"And how the Federal Reserve Board controlling interest rates too. And since they're an independent agency the president doesn't have much sayin it… how if the Fed raises the discount rate, banks raise their prime rate for loans, and when this happens the stock market goes down."

"Oh my. You have been studying indeed. Well, I'm delighted, Susan."

"Thank you, Mr. Madison," Sue said proudly.

"Well now, when Theta Nuclear gets up to six, Sue, you should think of selling and taking a profit. One of the rules we have to learn about the market is that we should never be afraid to take a profit."

"Okay."

"And when you sell out, buy DO Display Systems, a fine little Midwestern company into desktop publishing… they manufacture and market full-page video display systems for use with IBM and IBM-compatible personal computers. It's going to be a good stock."

"Thanks, I'll do that."

"And keep studying, and the next time we get together I want you to have researched a company on your own and tell me about it, why you think it might be a good buy, okay?"

"Yes, okay."

"Now, darling," he said, again giving a smile, "let me tell you how lovely you look today,"

"Gee, thanks."

"I'd like to see you pull up your skirt and show me your panties."

"I been wantin' to do that since I walked in, Mr. Madison," Sue whispered lewdly.

And she had. She wanted to please the rich, handsome businessman. Sue lifted up, set her white heels flat on the floor, pulled her little pink skirt up her thighs, up, up, up, until she had it around her waist.

She wore a pair of thin nylon hipster, white panties. Her cunt muffed the crotch deliciously. She cocked her legs apart.

"Oh, my," Mr. Madison said. "Very nice,

Susan."

"I'm so glad you're pleased, sir."

"Oh, I am indeed."