Victoria Parker - Pay for play cheerleaders

The man's wet, sluicing tongue slicked over her lips, down her sweet chin, her neck, and now he was bent over at the waist. He pulled away from her, his hand deep-sea diving in her panties which Nancy had pulled back up when he had started kissing her.

His tongue sloshed against her honeydew tits. He licked the round juicers, opened his mouth in a provocative pucker and sealed his mouth on one of her nipples.

"Jeeeezzzzuzzzz!" Nancy sighed. "You're suckin' my boobies!"

She watched him, her chin tucked in, head down, eyes fastened on the sight of his mouth devouring her tit.

His hand behind her slid lovingly over and over the curvy hump of her round rump, clasping her plump asscheeks. He slid a finger up and down the hot crack of her ass.

"Oh, shit!" Nancy huffed.

He slithered his finger up and down her asscrack. It felt like a feather dusting her valley. She tingled.

"Mmmm!" he mumbled.

His finger fucked a sure slide-stroke in her slushy pussy. His mouth sucked on one tit, then the other, slurping them, nibbling each delicious nipple.

Then the finger fluttering between the crack of her ass found the target and zoomed in as the man scored a bull's-eye.

A finger up Nancy's ass!

"Oh! Ah! Oooofffff!" she gulped.

His fingers fucked together, diddling her asshole and her cunthole.

"Aw, you're… you… your finger's up my butt, mister!" Nancy howled.

Her hands hung at her sides, her arms limp.

The man's mouth slurped her big titties. His fingers danced in and out of her pleasure pots.

The slow simmering of ecstasy became a raging explosion, and this was followed by a gentle, ecstatic ripple that flooded over her juicy young body like a warm shower.

Nancy shook uncontrollably as she came. Her body jangled through a most incredible feeling, a delicious sizzle that she wished would never stop. She stiffened. She was convulsed forward at the waist.

The man's hand jiggled wildly in her panties, both in front and behind.

"Ohhhhh, shit!" Nancy screamed.

Her eyes closed, her face impassioned with delight. Her pink cheeks glowed. Her pink lips hung open.

A gasp of breath caught in her throat.

"Ahhh!" she sighed.

The tingling climax coursed through her until she shook wildly.

"Ahhhhhhhhh – oooooooh, jeeeeeeez!"

Her face was uplifted, her mouth wide open.

"Shit!" she cried. "Oh, shit!"

The man finally let her go. He pulled her close and held her trembling, sobbing body close to his.

"Like that?" he whispered.

"You weren't supposed to do that stuff, Sir!" Nancy gasped.

"But I'm paying you very well, am I not?"

Nancy thought about it. Yes, yes, yes! She had never had so much money; she liked the idea she could get money because a man was hot for her, liked her, admired her. And a plan was formulating in her pretty head, a plan that would ultimately outline her escape from River City, from her drunken, abusive mother.

"Yes," she whispered, "you paid me very well."

"And I'm not done. I'm going to give you more before you leave. I'm a rich man, Nancy. I can make you very happy if you let me."

"Do you live in River City, Sir?"

"No, I live in Las Vegas, but I travel a lot."

"That where you work?"

"I don't work, Nancy. I made five million dollars in the stock market over the last three years. It's been a hot market, and I was a hot player. I invested my life savings, three hundred thousand dollars, in an airlines when it was three dollars a share. I sold my shares at twelve for a million-two profit."

"Jeez!" Nancy said admiringly. "And so you just travel around, Sir?"

"Yes."

"Doin' what, watchin' cheerleaders?"

"Sometimes… looking for the sexiest, prettiest girls, women, I can find. Just spending my time right now relaxing, seeing the country, looking at pretty girls, looking for the right one. The perfect woman."

"Jeez, and you picked me this time?"

"Yes."

"But I'm just a girl."

"You're a woman to me – a beautiful young lady, very sexy, very attractive, very well stacked."

His hand was at her crotch, rubbing on the V of her panties.

"Mmm, well gosh! Gee, thanks!"

"Now, I'm gonna take my cock out, and I want you to play with it for me, okay?"

"Jeez, I don't think you should take it out, Sir!"

"I want to. I want you to play with it."

"I-I never done that."

He backed up, took his swimsuit down. His prick snapped up and slapped his belly, then the stalk wobbled, shook, bulged, and spit out a goop of cum, a hot-snot shot of thick cream that flew through the air, then splattered on Nancy's naked belly.

"Oh, jeesssuz!" Nancy hissed, looking at his big, fat nine-inch prick. The bulging red cockhead was soaked with bubbling jizz.

Nancy looked down at the goopy wad of gooey cream seeping down her belly. She reached down and caught the load before it soaked into her cheerleading skirt.

Nancy eyed his monster prick. The stalk trembled, wobbled, throbbed. A big string of cum dripped down off the tip like a spaghetti noodle, hanging in a thin dangle.

He grasped his cock and slowly pumped.

Nancy had never seen a prick before in her young life, and she was fascinated by the spitting erection that pointed at her like a cannon. And, oh, how the sight of that prodigious prick thrilled the young darling.

And the way the man masturbated on the long boner gave Nancy a tremble, as if she were a harp string and someone had plucked it violently.

"Golly!" she whined. "Jeepers shit!"

Another wad of cum gushed from his pricktip, shot high in the air and nailed Nancy on the navel.

"Whoo! Shhheeeez!" she mumbled.

"I want you to play with my cock," the man gasped.

"What's your name?" Nancy gulped, still staring at his immense prick.

"John Milton." He smiled, slowly jerking on his thick prick. "I'm reincarnated, looking for Paradise Lost."

"Huh?" The darling cheerleader didn't have the slightest clue what John Milton was talking about.

"You are paradise, Nancy," he whispered.

"Gosh," Nancy said, looking at his steaming cock.

"So give me paradise, play with my prick."

"You gonna pay me?"

"Of course. I would be a damnable lout if I didn't pay you, and pay you well."

"Well, okay then. I'll play with your boner, Mr. Milton."

He moved to her.

"It's soooo gooey though!" Nancy said, looking down at the frothing cockhead.

"Yes, yes, juicy… Full of love for you, Nancy."

"Should I just hold… hold your cock, Sir?"

She reached down and pulled both hands along the sides of the stalk, moving them up and down, then curling her red-nailed fingers around his porky prick.

"Ah, yeahhh!" Mr. Milton sighed.

"And just kinda squeeze on it like this, Sir?"

"Yes, yes, squeeze on it like that, Nancy! That's the way, girl!"

"Jeez, it's shootin' out more of that cream stuff, Sir!"

"Push in and out on it!" he huffed.

"Like this?" Nancy asked, getting an overhanded grip on his throbbing fuckstalk, hammering her hands up and down, pumping as if she were churning butter.

"Yes, like that, sweet darling!"

"It's shootin' at me!" Nancy cooed, bent over at the waist now in front of Mr. Milton, her ass up, arched, her cheerleading skirt skipping high above her panties. Her big titties hung like balloons full of water from her bra.

His prick bubbled, spit, fizzed, and squished juicy hunks of cum. A hot gob hit her tit above the nipple, dripped down and finally hung like snot from the tip.

She pounded harder on his prick.

"Do it, Nancy! That's the way, darling!" Mr. Milton babbled. "Do it like that! Pump my prick! Good, honey, real good!"

"I'm masturbatin' your boner, Sir… And it's so big in my hands! So warm, hot and stuff, you know. And it's squishin' squishin' all that cream!"