Victoria Parker: Pay for play cheerleaders

"Faster, Nancy! Jerk it faster!"

"Like this then, jerk up and down and stuff!" she gasped, her eyes on his frizzing prick.

"Yes, like that, darling Nancy… Fuck me with your fists! Gimme a good fist-fuck!"

"You gonna get that feelin' like I got a few minutes ago?" Nancy asked.

"Yes, yes… pump me!"

"I'm doin' the best I know how. I never masturbated a prick before."

"You're doin' it! You're masturbatin' my prick better than anyone's ever masturbated it, Nancy! Don't stop!"

"Just jerk on it real fast and stuff?"

"Yessssss!"

"Oh, shit! You're shootin' Sir!"

He came. His prick unleashed a furious load of cream that jetted out of his cock-slit and drenched Nancy's skirt, her belly, her tits. Half the huge, gushing explosion hit the front of her blue cheerleading skirt, all over her inverted white pleats.

"Oh, gosh! Jeez!" Nancy gulped, pumping as fast as she could on his spurting prickstick.

"Ohhhhhh, honey!" he moaned. "Oh, Nannnnnceeeeeee!"

"You feelin' it?"

"Yes, yes… ohhhhhh, yes, baby!"

When he finally stopped cumming, Nancy's hands were dripping with cream. She pulled them away from his slick prick and looked at them.

"Whoooooo, jeeeez!" she murmured.

Mr. Milton backed up, caught his balance on the chest of drawers, then trembled and sighed. "Oh, Nancy. I knew when I saw you, the minute I laid eyes on you, that you were an exceptional young lady."

"Well, you shot that stuff all over my skirt too," Nancy said, looking down at her creamy pleats.

"Oh, I love you!"

Nancy started to pull her white vest together. "I guess I better go now."

"Oh, please! Not yet!" Mr. Milton begged.

"Well, my friend Chrissie is waiting for me in the cab."

"But just a few more minutes," he said.

"No, I better…"

"I'll give you some more money."

"Well, how much have I made so far, Sir?"

"Over a thousand dollars."

Nancy was astounded. "Well, if you wanna give me a bunch more, I suppose I could stay for a while."

"Done," he replied. "Sit down in that big chair by the door."

"Okay."

Nancy sat down in the chair, deep leather, a big black chair.

Mr. Milton went to her. He dropped to his knees in front of the chair. He pushed Nancy's legs apart holding her knees.

He reached up and unbuttoned her cheerleading skirt in the back. Nancy lifted up. He pulled the zipper down. He slid the skirt under her and took it down.

Mr. Milton reached up, took off her white vest. Nancy's tits sat atop the bra like two skinned cantaloupes. He threw the vest to the floor with the cum-drenched cheerleading skirt.

Nancy sat plushly in the chair.

Mr. Milton kissed along her thighs, his tongue licking the marble smoothness. He thumbed her panties, pulled at the elastic waistband.

"I wanna take your panties down, okay?"

"Well, all right. Take 'em down then. You're already pullin' on 'em," Nancy said, looking down at him, enjoying the passion etched on his rugged, manly face.

She lifted her slick ass off the chair. He pulled her bloomers down, slid them along her legs to her ankles. Nancy lifted her tennis shoes off the floor, and Mr. Milton took the white tights off, dangled them lovingly in his hand.

Quickly he brought them to his mouth and tongued on the inside of the crotch.

"Whew! Jeez, oh wow!" Nancy exclaimed. "Should you be lickin' my panties like that, Mr. Milton?"

"Yes."

"Wow!"

He slid between her legs. His hand held her panties. He licked along her thighs, his tongue squiggling up toward the bushy nest of teenaged paradise that beckoned him. His tongue slid into her pussy.

"Oh, jeeeeeeeeez!" Nancy whimpered, sliding down on the chair, her legs wobbling apart, a huge opening for Mr. Milton's bent-over body.

He had his face fastened to her cunt. He kissed, licked and sucked.

Nancy squirmed above him, whimpering, whining, enjoying another new thrill.

"Sir, Sir! Sir, you're doin' that! Jeez, you're down there suckin' my honey!"

"Mmmm, mmmm! Yes, yes – suckin' your honey!" Mr. Milton sputtered.

"That feels good, Sir! Jeeeeez, that feels good!"

He stuck his hands under her teen-queen ass, cupped her asscheeks and lifted. He munched greedily on her pussy.

Nancy slid farther down in the chair, her ass hanging off the edge, her supple body glimmering as she lay back, chin tucked in, eyes and mouth open in explicit rapture. She watched Mr. Milton suck on her sweet snatch. His long, wet tongue slavered on the muffin softness, the brown fuzzy cunny, sloshing, licking like a dog going at a bowl of red meat.

Nancy shimmered with goose bumps.

He clutched her cheesecake ass, cupping the slick cheeks with curved palms, long smooth fingers. She lay supine and beautiful, clad only in her blue kneesocks and her blue-and-white tennis shoes with pink shoelaces.

Mr. Milton's tongue slobbered salaciously at Nancy's delicious pussy, and the tingles of ecstasy shivered the pretty girl, made her jiggle. She clutched her tits and played with the big orbs.

Mr. Milton's tongue zeroed in on her clit, found it, nipped the button, and a shudder flushed through Nancy.

"Ahhhhhhhhh! Oooooooooh!" she sighed, rolling her hips, pushing her pussy into the man's face.

His tongue nibbled her clit, then he sucked the quivering tip into his mouth and nibbled gently with his teeth.

"Ah! Oooophh! Jeez!" Nancy howled with delight.

A sluicing slush of pleasure slivered through her. She came. That wonderful, slow ripple of climax sent a river of hot tickles flooding through her.

"Oh, ooooopphhhh!" she sobbed, rubbing her titties, swirling her hips.

The good-feel showered through her.

"Ah – gaaaaawwwwdddd!" she screamed.

Mr. Milton devoured her clitty, and Nancy gave one final tremor, then, fell back panting on the couch.

Mr. Milton licked slowly now, sucking lovingly, until the darling girl had stopped shaking and lay catching her breath. He lifted up, still on his knees, and moved between her legs to her wide V. He fisted his cock and pointed the dripping pricktip at Nancy's cunt.

"Listen, you're not gonna put that big peter in me, are you?" Nancy panted.

"I want to."

"No!"

"I wanna fuck you, Nancy."

"What!"

"I wanna fuck you!"

"I never been fucked, Mr. Milton!"

"Well, don't you wanna try fucking?"

He stroked his prick, then leaned over and kissed her tits, rubbing the spurting head of his cock on her thigh.

Nancy could see how hot he was as he lifted back up again. Passion masked his face.

"Are you gonna give me more money if I let you fuck me, Sir?"

"Yes, of course I am!"

"Well, just for a minute then, okay?"

He moved in, plugged the tip of his prick into her slushy pussy.

"Oooh – uuuhhhh!" Nancy babbled.

The heat of the throbbing fuckstick felt good in her tight cunt. He began a slow pump. His cockhead slicked in and out between her cuntlips.

"Now we're fuckin'," Mr. Milton gasped.

"Yes!" Nancy huffed.

"Fucking to paradise."

"Yes, fucking!" Nancy whispered, watching the slow glide of his cum-soaked prick.

"Feels good, doesn't it, Nancy?"

"Yes, Mr. Milton!"

He pushed in a couple more inches of cock.

"Oh, shit! Shit!" Nancy howled.

Then came a knock on the door.

They did a quick freeze fuck.

"Who is it?" Mr. Milton called.

"It's Chris, Nancy's friend. Is she there?"

"Yes!" Mr. Milton gasped.

"Well, can I see her?"

Nancy reached over and turned the doorknob.

Chris walked in looking pretty, sexy and hot in her blue-and-white cheerleading uniform.

Then she saw Nancy and Mr. Milton fucking.

"Gawd!" she shrieked. "You guys are… you guys are…"