Victoria Parker - Miss hot pants schoolgirl

"I like to see a guy jerk-off, sir," Missy said.

"You do, huh?" he whispered.

"Yeah, looks good, makes me hot."

"I'll fuck you till you cum, then I'll pull out and pump off for you; would you like that, Missy?"

"You bet."

His diddling prick slushed in and out. Missy fucked her ass off the toilet seat. They were fucking good. Missy loved the way his cock felt in her pussy, stuffing her full.

Missy shivered, shook her head. Her hair swished at the side of her head. She knew she was going to cum. A tingle of delight began to shudder through her. She stiffened on the toilet seat, held her hips up, stiff in mid-air. Mr. Maxwell rubbed his cock on her.

"I'm gonna feel it," she whispered.

"Are you?"

"I'm gonna cum!"

"Go on, cum, Missy!"

"Oh, sir. Here it comes… now! Ah, ooof! Jeez! Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhgggggg! Oh. Jeeeeeezzzzzz!" Missy stammered as her whole body shivered with the divine feeling of beautiful climax.

Missy's pretty face twisted with passion. Her lovely pink mouth hung open. She shook, shuddered, gasped and sucked her breath in.

She trembled violently. Mr. Maxwell fucked his cock with lightning speed, and the slush and slurp of the big prick made Missy simmer and cum again.

"Oh, sir!" she gasped. "Sir!"

She was boiling with passion. Her body burned with the flame of delicious elation. She finally slumped on the toilet seat, huffing, puffing.

Mr. Maxwell took his thick, creamy cock out of her pussy. He stood up. He started jerking the cockstalk.

"Ooooooh," Missy whimpered, watching intently. "You gonna masturbate for me, sir?"

"Uh-huh."

"That looks real good, Mr. Maxwell. I like your hand goin' on your prick like that."

"I do too," he panted.

He moved in over her and fucked his hand harder I, the tip of his spurting prick on her big tits. Missy tucked her chin in and looked down.

"Sir… on my titties."

"Yeah."

"Ooooh, wow."

"Feels good fuckin' your tits, Missy."

"You gonna shoot all over 'em, sir?"

"Want me to?"

"I wanna see you jerk fast then cum. I want you to cum anywhere you wanta shoot."

He backed off and looked at the adorable schoolgirl on the toilet. Missy had her hand between her legs. She stuck a finger in her cunt.

"Oh, baby!" he whispered.

"Come on, big bad guy. Pump that prick for me! Go faster!"

He did.

"That's the way. Go like sixty, sir!"

"Fuck yourself with your hand like that, Mr. Maxwell. Looks real good, you bad guy."

"Oh, Missy!" he gasped, and his cock bulged.

The big corker cockhead swelled. He stabbed harder. Missy was excited beyond words. Her eyes were big. She diddled her cunt.

"Here I cum!" Mr. Maxwell shouted. His cock spewed a lulu of a load. Cream spurted from the big prickstick. A thick stream of jizz jetted salaciously at Missy. Big gobs of cum splashed on her fore head, and her bangs. Another goop of juice hit her on the cheek.

"You're shootin' on me!" she yelped. "You're shootin stuff on my face!"

"Oh, oh, Missy!" Mr. Maxwell sobbed.

"Shoot it, sir! Keep shootin'… whew… you're really gooshin'."

He was. His cock spit at her. More cum hit her mouth. A hot gush slushed all over her tits. The cream dripped off the nipples and fell on her belly, then dribbled down into the top of her fuzzy cunt hair.

"Oooooh," Missy whispered.

"I'm feelin' so good," Mr. Maxwell breathed hotly.

"Masturbate that prick, sir… yeah… pump, pump, pump!"

"I am!"

"More, do it faster!" Missy urged. Then she came. She was jerked forward on the toilet seat as another load of cum splashed out and splattered on her forehead. More cream gushed and hit her flush in the mouth. She licked her tongue out and got the drip, swallowed the tasty treat.

She shuddered through her orgasm and fell back on the toilet.

"You're such a bad guy," she whispered.

The following Monday at school, Missy was preparing to go to her first class. She wore a dark blue denim skirt and a pink sweater with little pink heels. Her hair was banged in double pony-tails. She had pink lip gloss on and a red rouge on her lovely asscheeks.

As she got to class, she was handed a note by the principal's secretary: Mr. Hope wants to see you right away.

Missy walked with the woman to Mr. Hope's office and went in.

"Good morning, Miss Martin," he said, standing up.

He wore a gray suit with a vest and red tie. He was portly, and his gray hair was waved and thick. He smiled.

"Hi, sir."

"I wanted to talk to you about that little incident in the faculty men's room," he said.

"You mean when I sucked on your prick, sir?" Missy smiled.

"Well, ah… yes… I guess you could say that, couldn't you?"

"I guess."

"Well, that was quite an experience, young lady," he said.

"I know."

"I was wondering if perhaps we might do something like that again, Missy," he said sheepishly.

"I don't know, sir. I mean that was just kinda an accident and stuff. I don't do that sort of thing, really."

"But… I, well I wanted to…"

"Do it again?"

"Well, yes, that and maybe some other things."

"I could do it if you paid me like the other teachers."

"Pay you? They pay you?"

"Mmmmm, uh," he stammered, clearing his throat, surprised at Missy's admission.

She could see he was real gooshy-hot, see that he wanted her, and she decided to see just how far she could push the money idea, see how much she could get.

"Yes, I'm trying to save enough to go to California, Mr. Hope."

"Ah, mmmm, well, how much did you have in mind?"

"What did you wanna do?" Missy cooed, "like if you wanted to feel my panties…"

She hiked her little skirt up over her pink panties. They were super-tight and crunched in beautifully at her crotch.

"See, you could feel there – wanna?" Missy purred.

Mr. Hope came around from behind the desk. He scratched his eager fingers into the crotch of her pink panties. Missy saw the bulge of his giant cock. She remembered how huge it was.

"Or, you could get in my panties, Mr. Hope. Or you could jack-off to me, or you could kiss my pussy, or you could feel my ass… all kinda things you could do, sir!"

"Oh, ohhh, oh," he panted, his breath hot in her face.

"Or I could kiss your big cock for you, and lick it a little if you wanted me to."

"Oh, ahhhh, oh," he mumbled, his fingers pressing harder on her pink crotch, itching at her cunt.

"Or, we could fuck, sir. We could get right down here on your carpet and fuck and fuck and fuck and stuff."

"Oh, ohhhh, ah," he panted. "We could fuck up a storm."

"How much for all of that you just said?" he gulped. "How much?"

He was shaking, trembling all over. Missy reached out and unzipped his fly. She reached in. It took her forever to get his thirteen inch prick out. She finally withdrew the throbbing cockstalk. Her fingers curled around the thick prickstalk.

"A lot. It would cost a lot," she said.

"Oh, you darling. You're so gorgeous," he mumbled, his fingers tapping at her cunt.

Missy gooshed, and the cream seeped through her pants. He felt the moist, damp emission on his fingertips.

"Wanna put your hand in my panties, sir?" His hand was in there before she could breathe. His fingers slid through her cunt hair, and he hooked a finger in her juicy cuntslit.

"A thousand dollars, sir. That's what it costs."

He gasped. "A thou… a thous… a thousand dollars?"

"Yes."

"Ah, ah," he gulped, trembling, breathing hard and fast. "I don't…"

Missy moved her hand to the tip of his long prick and tickled the creamy cockhead.

He shook. "Ohhhh! I don't have that kind of money here… but I could get it," he said.