Victoria Parker - Miss hot pants schoolgirl

"When?" she asked.

"I'd have to go to the bank."

"Okay, go to the bank then," Missy said. "This afternoon. Want me to come back this afternoon?"

She bent over and slipped her tongue off the tip of his cock.

"Yes, yes. Come back this afternoon. Come back after classes at three."

"I'll be here, sir," Missy said, dropping her skirt, backing up.

She got to the door. Mr. Hope stood there, his prick thumping, spitting.

"I'll come back then, sir, and I'll make that big ol' prick of yours feel real good."

Missy came back at three and went in the office. Mr. Hope was waiting for her. He got up and handed her an envelope. Missy opened it. She found ten one-hundred dollar bills. She knew now that she could leave for California. With all the money she had saved from her other sexcapades, and now this thousand, she had enough to make her move.

"Thanks, sir," she said.

He took her in his arms. He trembled with the feel of her against him. His hands played on her ass through the skirt. His big cock slapped against her.

"What do you want to do first, sir?" she asked.

"I'd like to take some pictures of you, Missy that's first…"

"Pictures?"

"Yes," he said, backing up, producing a Polaroid camera from his desk.

"What kind of pictures, sir? You wanta see me do sexy things?"

"Yes."

Missy was very excited about the thousand dollars she had in her hand. She put the envelope in her purse. "Well, sure, sir. You can take pictures of me. How come?"

"If you're leaving for California, I don't want to ever forget you. You are precious, my dear."

"You mean you're gonna look at the pictures after I'm gone?"

"Are you gonna masturbate to 'em?"

"That's exciting, sir. I like it when men masturbate to me."

"Well… yes, of course," he said, pointing the camera at her.

Missy put her hands on her hips, thrusting them outward so that her denim skirt pulled in around her lush curves. Mr. Hope snapped a photo.

"Should I pull my skirt up so you can see my panties, sir?" Missy asked.

"Yes." He trembled as she hiked it up over her pink panties. He shot a photo.

She set her legs apart, pushed her hips out so her pussy was thrust forward. He could see the brown cunt under the pink nylon.

Mr. Hope gulped and flashed a picture. "Wanna see my pussy?" Missy cooed. Missy looked gorgeous standing there swaying, her blue denim skirt ruffled up on her waist, her tan, smooth legs capped by her bright pink heels – her tight pink panties bulged with her pussy. Her pink sweater was pushed out generously by her young, round tits.

She toyed with the elastic band of her panties. A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She peeled the panties down slowly.

Mr. Hope was snapping off pictures. Missy took her panties down to her thighs and showed him her delicious cunt. He trembled, but managed to flash several pictures. Then he reloaded.

"Should I turn around and show you my ass, sir?"

"Oh, yes," Mr. Hope gulped.

She turned. He gasped. Her luscious ass was smooth as a baby's. The curvy ass dumplings were high and firm. Missy bent over at the waist and put her hands on her knees. Her legs were set apart. She whirled her hips in a sexy slow-mo.

"Oh, my, my, my," the principal huffed.

Missy turned back around. She pulled her panties up and unbuttoned her skirt, letting it fall around her heels. She stood regal in her pink sweater and pink heels and her pink panties.

More pictures.

She pulled off the sweater.

Her tits bulged at the lacy pink bra. She took them out and set them up over the top.

Mr. Hope reloaded again and snapped more pictures.

Missy got up on his desk and lay down. "How 'bout this, sir… me up here an your desk. Like it?"

She spread her legs, cocked her knees, and slowly pulled her panties down until they were a stretch of pink on her thighs. Then she took them off.

Mr. Hope gasped. He put the camera in a chair and came to the desk. He leaned over and kissed her, his hands roaming freely on her thighs. He sucked at her big tits, his mouth hot, wet, slopping.

His tongue trailed down her belly and he snaked it into her cunt and licked lewdly. Then he backed off and quickly disrobed. He got naked and his hot thirteen-inch prick stuck out like a huge lead pipe.

Missy sat on the edge of the desk, her legs open. He moved in on her. She slipped down off the desk and bent over to lick his cock.

"Ah," he gasped. "Oh, oh, so good."

Missy swished her tongue around the pumpkin-head, then licked lasciviously along the expanse of the long cockstalk. His cock throbbed and spit a gob of jizz. The pricktip bubbled and frothed. Missy clutched the big cock with her hand and bobbed down to her knees. She sucked him.

"Oh, darling girl," he mumbled.

Her candy-pink lips puckered on the huge cock. Her head bobbed in and out. Her pony-tails jiggled. She glanced up as she sucked to see Mr. Hope's reaction. His face was etched with passion and love for her. His mouth hung open. His eyes were wide as he stared down at her.

He finally pulled her up, not being able to stand the excitement. His heart raved. He trembled all over. He was weak. He held her tight. His cock was throbbing between them. Missy clutched the cockstalk.

"This is really a wild boner, sir. It's just the biggest boner in the world I'll bet, huh?"

"Mmmmm," he mumbled.

"What else did you wanna do, sir?" she asked.

"I'd like to kiss your ass," he whispered.

"Ooooh, you would, huh?" she teased. "Well, okay then. I'll bend over like this."

She turned around, put her hands on the desk and bent over, arching her fabulous ass to him.

He dipped to his knees and rained tiny kisses over her asscheeks. He kissed and kissed, then slapped his wet tongue out and slopped it up and down her asscrack.

Missy sighed.

He cupped her asscheeks with his hands, his fingers pinching into the pliant curves. He spread them. He slushed his tongue feverishly up and down the asscrack.

"Wow! Jeeezzzz!" Missy huffed.

She did love to have her ass licked like this, and she trembled all over with the tingle of wild sensation that hit tongue gave her.

Then Mr. Hope twirled the long lapper on her asshole.

"Oooooffff! Shiiiiitttt!" Missy moaned with joy.

"Mmmm, mmmmm," Mr. Hope mumbled. "Oh, shit, sir! You're fuckin' my shitter with your big ol' tongue!" Missy cried.

"Uh-huh."

"Feels good, sir."

He toasted her asshole then got up. His cock was thumping. He turned her around. She got up on the desk, legs wide. He moved between them, his cock slapping her thighs. She grabbed the big prick and guided him to her cunt. He shoved, she opened.

"I'm in," he whispered.

"You gonna fuck me, huh?" Missy whispered back.

"Go on then, Mister Principal, fuck me! Fuck me good!"

He humped in and out, his banana-like cock sliding easily in and out of her pussy. She took a full seven inches.

"Oh, Missy, you're wonderful!" he puffed.

"I'll fuck you all day if you'll give me a diploma, sir. Give me a transcript with all A's."

"Yes, yes," he whimpered, humping faster, harder.

"I'll need a good transcript to get into a nice school in Los Angeles."

"Yes, yes, you will."

"And I'll fuck you like this all day… oh, sir! You're shootin' in me. Sir!"

"I'm commin', Missy! Oh, oh!"

"Go on – shoot in me."

"Jeez, you're fillin' me up."

Cum jizzed into her pussy. He shot a huge load into her sweet cunt. The overload dribbled out and down her thighs. Missy lay back on the desk and bumped up to him and fucked him off wildly.

"Darling… feels so… so good," he whispered.

She got it. The tickle. The cum. The climax. She shuddered, thrust her hips up, rolled them and pumped to him.