Victoria Parker - Pay for play cheerleaders

The girls had their cheerleading bags with them, and they carried all their purchases in the bags. Mr. Milton welcomed them, then took out a stack of hundred-dollar bills. He handed ten to each girl.

"Now, you can go into the other room, change into something sexy. I'll wait out here in the living room. Come out when you are ready, and we'll take some pictures. Remember, girls, I want you to look as sexy as you know how."

The girls took their bags in the bedroom and closed the door.

"Jeez, he gave us each a thousand dollars! I can't believe it!" Chris whispered.

"Listen, he gets real hot," Nancy said. "We can make a lot more too. If he wants to do more than just take pictures, we say that's all we wanna do, that the thousand was for that, and he'll give us more."

"No kiddin'?"

"Yeah, last time he gave me close to two thousand dollars."

"No, no shit!" Chrissie gulped. "We're gonna be rich!"

The girls were already out of their jeans and tank tops, and were deciding which outfit to wear first for Mr. Milton.

"I'm gonna wear all pink, that tight pink waist-cincher. Tie me in, will you?" Chrissie said.

Nancy got behind her and pulled the nylon-spandex cincher around Chrissie's belly and pulled tight. It was boned in the front, and had white ribbons on the top.

"I'm gonna wear those tight white panties 'cause they pull in so snug on my snatch," Nancy said, pulling on a pair of thin bikini panties.

Chrissie adjusted the satin merrywidow, adjusting the bra-cups with a lacy pink drawstring that she tied in a bow and let hang down the front.

"I'll put on this bustier, the black one with the built-in underwire fitted with that special U. I like that, it's all lace, and it has those real long black garter straps, and that pulls in real sexy on my titties, don't you think?"

"Yeah, you look hot. I'll snap the hooks in back for you, make it real tight so your boobies sit way up there."

Chris did the back of Nancy's merrywidow. Then Chris slipped into the black panties to go with her pink cincher. The girls added nylons and black heels. They appraised their magnificent young bodies in the mirror.

"Your ass looks great stickin' out there," Nancy said.

"Good as your boobs, huh?"

"Yeah," Nancy smiled, "good as my tits."

The girls entered the other room.

Mr. Milton gasped at their remarkable loveliness. "Oh, yes, girls! That's marvelous! You are the epitome of my search for the perfect woman."

He snapped off a bunch of pictures.

"Should we be sexy?" Nancy asked.

"Yes, be sexy, girls."

Nancy pulled her white panties down and showed Mr. Milton her fuzzy brown pussy. Chrissie followed, doffing her pink panties, jerking them down, as Nancy did, to her knees.

"How 'bout this, Sir? You can see our pussies," Nancy said.

The girls stood near the bar, leaning on it and pushing out their hips. Nancy undulated lewdly. Chrissie did the same. Mr. Milton shot off a constant flash of pictures.

"Yes, yes," he mumbled. "That's wonderful, girls!"

Nancy's black merrywidow glistened, her tits bulging like two big balls in the U-shaped bra top. Her little white pants were a tight pull between her thighs. Chrissie's pink cincher sparkled, her pink panties tight at her knees.

The girls gawked at Mr. Milton's prick as it snapped out from between the folds of his robe. The big juicy nine-inch cock wobbled and throbbed.

Nancy saw how hot he was, and she wanted to get him frying. She pulled her tits up over the top of the black merrywidow. Chris turned and showed him her splendid ass, the eggshell-slick curves.

"Oh, girls!" Mr. Milton gasped.

His eyes glanced from Chrissie's divine ass to Nancy's scrumptious tits. His cock throbbed, thumped, wobbled, the head bloating. A thick goop of cum spewed out at the girls. The wad of goo landed in front of Chrissie on the thick blue carpet.

Chris looked over her shoulder, shuddering at the sight of Mr. Milton's spurting prick. She waved her delightful ass at the admiring man.

Nancy slid farther down on the bar, pushed her hips out daringly, rolled, then undulated her teen pussy.

Mr. Milton took more pictures.

Chris' legs were wide apart, her heels on the floor, her calves taut, her ass a magnificent looking piece of art.

Mr. Milton took a full roll of photos. He set the camera on the coffee table. He walked to the girls at the bar. He stood trembling, his prick oozing pre-cum.

"I wanna play with your pussies," he whispered.

"Well, you didn't say nothing 'bout that, Sir," Nancy teased.

"Yeah, you said just pictures," Chris huffed.

"But-but, girls. I'll give you more money," he said, going to his wallet, taking out some more hundreds and placing them on the bar by the girls.

"I suppose you can then, Mr. Milton," Nancy said. "Okay, Chris? Wanna let him play with your pussy?"

"I guess."

Mr. Milton's arms reached out, and his trembling fingers plunged into the splendor of the girls' young cunts. He rubbed, tickled, then slid his finger up and down their slick slits, finally screwing a thumb into each girl's pussy.

"I'm gonna finger-fuck you, girls," he murmured.

"Well, all right then," Nancy said. "Go ahead, finger us."

She set her legs farther apart, then pushed her hips out and undulated her tight young cunt on his punching thumb. Chris did the same. Nancy reached for his cock and got a good grip on his hard stalk.

"I'll squeeze your peter for you too, Sir."

Mr. Milton changed strokes, underhanding a middle finger into each slick, sweet snatch, fingering the girls with a sure, slow slide.

"Mmmmm!" he moaned, his fingers slushing in their juicy young cunts.

Both girls leaned back against the bar, legs apart, rolling their hips in a suggestive cheerleader bump – the same salacious swirl they performed on the field in their little uniforms. But they were in glossy, tight, sexy lingerie now, and their pretty faces were painted with passion.

Chrissie watched Mr. Milton's finger fuck in and out of her pussy, and she tingled with the shivering excitement that the friction produced – a steady goosebump vibration.

Nancy pulled and pushed on his big prick.

"Yeah, yeah!" he mumbled.

"Boy, his prick is hard," Nancy said. "Jeez!"

Chris reached down and wrapped her darling fingers on his pulsing prickstick.

"Cripes, yeah! It's like a hunk of iron!"

They squeezed his enormous nine-inch prick. His cockhead fizzled, foamed, spit a goop of cum that landed on Chrissie's creamy thigh, just above her nylon top, next to her pink, glittering garter strap.

"Whoooo!" Chris sighed, a rush of hot breath steaming from her pretty red mouth.

Mr. Milton's fingers sluiced into the sticky goodness of the girls' gummy-tight cunts. Slick, slick, slick… his fucking finger made sweet noises, made their cunts respond to him.

He leaned in and kissed Nancy, his hot, manly lips pressing on her pink mouth. His tongue entered her mouth. She nibbled it gently, teasingly. She squeezed tighter on his prick as he sawed his finger in and out of her pussy.

Then he broke the kiss and leaned over to Chrissie. Their wet mouths met in a fucking French kiss. His hand diddled her cunt.

"Let's fuck, girls!" Mr. Milton blurted. "Let's fuck!"

"Golly, Sir," Nancy said, her hand creamy with Mr. Milton's cum as she slicked his prick. "You didn't say you wanted to fuck us. Did he, Chrissie?"

"Uh-uh, you didn't say nothin' 'bout fuckin', Mr. Milton."

"You just wanted pictures, and look… now we're playin' with your peter and stuff," Nancy said.

"Yeah, and you got your finger in our little puffies," Chris whispered lewdly.

"Look, girls," Mr. Milton panted hoarsely. "I wanna fuck and suck. I'll give you more money, don't worry. I'm a rich man. I'll give you more."