Victoria Parker - Pay for play cheerleaders

Mr. Dixon smiled. "Let's fuck. You wanna fuck?"

"Yeah, I wanna fuck! Let's fuck!" Nancy panted, catching her breath.

"You get up, I'll sit down, and you straddle me. You fuck me," he said. He sat down on the toilet.

Nancy pulled her skirt higher. He slipped her sweater up, cupped into her pink bra and pulled out her big sweet tits and set them atop her bra.

Mr. Dixon spread his legs. Nancy moved in. He sat straight-backed on the edge of the toilet seat. He put his face into her fluffy tits, sucked one ripe nipple. His hands clutched her darling ass.

"Now, sit down on me!"

"How?" Nancy asked.

"I'll put my legs a little closer together, here, you put one leg over there, the other over here. Good! That's the way!"

"Gawd, your prick is on my tummy."

"Well, just scoot up a little – that's it!"

Mr. Dixon held his rigid cock. Nancy moved down on it, standing over him, straddling his legs, her skirt up, her tits sticking out like hubcaps.

He screwed his hard prick into her cunt.

"Ohhhh, jeez! It's so hot in there!" Nancy sighed.

"I know. Feels so damn good, doesn't it?"

"Yes, yes!" she cooed.

"Now fuck me!"

"Just fuck around on top of you, move my ass in and out like this?"

"Oh, yessss, Nancy! Yes, darling!"

"Oh, Sir! We're fuckin' in this smelly toilet!"

"Fuck me, Nancy! Fuck me!"

Sweet Nancy humped his cock, pumping in and out with her lovely ass, fucking up and down, swirling around and around, her blue skirt up, her sweater up, her tits pointed and proud, jiggling salaciously as she screwed Mr. Dixon's nine-inch pipe of prick.

He had his hands on her fine hips. He looked up into her pretty face. He sighed deeply.

"You fuck so good, Nancy."

"It feels so good, fuckin'!" she answered.

"You're a good fucker, Nancy."

"Am I, Sir?"

"Yes."

"I wanna fuck good."

"You do… you do! Fuck me! Fuck me, baby!"

"Like this, fuck you like this, standin' over you, pushin' in and out on your peter. See the way it slicks in and out of my cunt. It's all slushy and stuff, Sir!"

"Real creamy cum."

"A cummy cock, Sir. A big cummy cock in my creamy cunt!" Nancy blubbered.

"Oh, darling, darling!" he gasped. "I love when you talk to me like that."

"I know."

"Say more."

"Big old slick dick slidin' and slushin' – shootin' and squirtin' in my sopping cunt!"

"You fucker, you sweet fucker!" Mr. Dixon cried.

"You're the fucker, Sir. You got me locked in this toilet, and we're fuckin'."

"Fuck me, Nancy! Don't stop! Keep doin' it like that!"

She had a hot pump-hump going now, and his cock made slurping noises as she fucked up and down on his long cockstalk. He put his hands behind her and clutched her ass.

"You're so beautiful," he blurted.

"You're so naughty," she answered.

"Am I?"

"Yes, Sir. You shouldn't have me in this smelly toilet fuckin' my cunt like this."

"Talk! Keep talkin', Nancy!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Sir! That's what you want to hear, isn't it?"

"Yes!"

"I'm gonna cum, Sir. I'm gonna get that feelin'!" Nancy writhed.

"Oh, darling!"

"Oh, fuck! Here it comes, Sir… here it cummmmms!"

"Get it, doll-baby!"

"Sir! Shit! Oh, oh – ohhhhh!" Nancy cried.

"Keep cummin', honey!"

"Fuccckkk!" she gasped.

She put her hands on his shoulders for balance, humped harder, rode with the grand feeling that shivered through her body.

He cupped her ass. His prick bloated. His body shimmered. He blasted his wad up into her cunt, a gusher of hot cream that simmered in her pussy, sent a ripple of heat through her on top of her climax.

"Ah, awwww, shit!" she cried.

"Honey!"

Nancy undulated by the sheer force and grip of her own orgasm, her body shuddering, her hips pumping as she fucked down on his spewing prick.

"Ohhhh! Awwwww – ooooh!" she blabbered hotly, passionately.

"You sweet little fucker!" Mr. Dixon panted, still cumming.

"Oh, Sir! Sir!" she gasped, loving every second of the thrilling climax that consumed her, the way his prick shot hot jizz into her cunt, the way the feeling vibrated her from toe to head.

Then she sighed.

"Oh, baby!" he blurted.

Nancy toppled onto him, pulling her cunt off his spurting cock.

She sat down, her arms around his neck, his spewing cock caught in the crack of her ass. She leaned down and kissed his masculine mouth.

"Oh, that was good!" she whispered, licking his ear.

"Mmmmmm, so good!" Mr. Dixon agreed.

"I'd like to fuck you as much as I can, Nancy," he said.

"Do you?"

"Yeah, everyday, okay?"

"Gee, Sir. Fuck every damn day. Sure. Sure, if you really wanna!"

"I do."

"Well, I guess, maybe…"

Then Nancy caught herself. She shouldn't give in so easily. She should make him pant, sweat, pay for her.

"I dunno, Sir. I don't think we should fuck every…"

"I'll give you money."

"Well, maybe," Nancy whispered, nibbling his earlobe.

Nancy was in her cheerleading uniform for a big game. She looked luscious in the dark-blue skirt, the white pleats, her white vest full of her teener tits. Her tanned legs looked delicious, encased in the blue-knee sox, the blue-and-white tennies. She had her hair in double ponytails, parted in the middle, bangs on her forehead.

She met Chrissie after class.

"You ready to go turn 'em on again?" Chrissie asked.

"Sure."

"Let's really be sexy today, okay?"

"You wanna?"

"Yeah, I wanna get nasty today. I'm horny and hot. How 'bout you?" Chris asked.

"Seems like whenever I get my uniform on I get hot," Nancy answered.

"I know, I know," Chris said.

They walked to the football stadium. Nancy scanned the stands. The seats were filled. She saw Mr. Milton high up, lifting a telescopic lens to his eye. She knew he was focusing in on her.

She took the field with the girls.

The band banged out a fast song, and the girls shoved their hips exaggeratedly to the right, bumped, then swung them salaciously to the left and bumped.

Nancy bumped hot and good. Then she went into a long set of high kicks, her tiny blue skirt flying high over her tight, cunny-crunching, sky-blue panties. Her muffin sweetness bulged snugly into the tight pair of blue bloomers. Her blue knee socks flew high as her luscious leg lifted, her crotch a bright slash of blue.

She saw Mr. Milton clicking away at her, and she smiled seductively. She saw him with the binoculars, and she could see him move the glasses from Chrissie to her.

Nancy bent over, turned around. Her skirt skipped up over her precious rump.

Chris bent over salaciously. She put her palms flat on the ground, her legs spread wide in a big V, her kissable ass gloriously gloved by the bright-blue panties, the slick material clutching her asscheeks in cupcake creaminess.

The girls wiggled their asses.

Nancy loved cheerleading. Her sweet little cunt juiced. A shimmering tingle of excitement sizzled through her. Like Chris, Nancy was bent way over, hands touching the ground, legs set wide apart, her rump arched. She looked back and up at the stands.

She saw another man taking pictures of her. She slowly swung her ass to the right, to the left, wiggled her asscheeks, and thrilled to the voyeuristic antics of the man shooting pictures.

I'll bet he's got a big hard prick in his pants, Nancy thought.

Her pussy sizzled. Nancy loved the idea of men watching her cheer, showing off to men with juicy prick hards squirting in their hot shorts. She seared the field with her moves. There was something about being scantily clad, knowing that men were excited over her, that gave her a wonderful rush, a feeling of power, a thrilling excitement.