SUBJECT: Debbie Sue
AGE: Sixteen
"I've been a bad girl, Mr. Vickers," I said. "A very naughty girl."
"Debbie Sue, what on earth are you doing?!"
Mr. Vickers did not know what my game was… actually, he did know some of it, more than most, since he had seen me in the parking lot late yesterday afternoon.
Mr. Vickers is the assistant vice-principal at the high school. He's a middle aged guy, not bad if you to for that type.
He's a man. He's big and kind of blocky, with a big square head, hair thinning on top, and showing a lot of shiny scalp with thin hair slicked down on it.
He had been sweating ever since I walked into his office this morning.
His office is on the ground floor of the school, facing the east, so the morning sun was shining inside the room.
The light was hot and bright – hurt my eyes. There was too much of it.
I went to the window, putting a little wiggle in my walk, shaking my buns under the tight skirt I had worn specially for school this morning.
Mr. Vickers sat behind his desk, wearing his baggy brown suit, white shirt, tie. His mouth was open as he stared at me.
I grabbed the thin cord connected to the venetian blinds and pulled it.
I guess I didn't judge it right. The cord flew out of my hand and the blinds came crashing down like shutters.
They slammed against the window sill. The blinds covered the window, though, so I had gotten what I wanted.
It was dim but there was still plenty of light to see by. Thin strips of light shone through all the spaces between the blinds.
They made a pattern like a grating. When I moved through the light it moved up and down me, like a strobe light. It looked real cool.
I went to the door and locked it. I left the lights off. Before Mr. Vickers could get up from his chair, I went behind his desk.
"For heaven's sake, Debbie Sue, what on earth are you up to?!"
His voice broke. I tried hard not to giggle.
"I pulled down the curtains because I don't want anybody to see, Mr. Vickers. I don't want anybody to see – nobody but you!"
"See what?!"
"This!" I pulled up my skirt in front and flashed my panties.
Mr. Vickers just about crawled out of his skin. I couldn't see his face change colors, but I did see his eyes pop and his mouth fall open.
And why not? After all, it's not every day that one of the prettiest girls in the high school locks herself in the assistant vice-principal's office and pulls up her skirt. In fact, I'm quite sure that it didn't happen any day…
But this day, it did. And I just didn't stop at pulling up my skirt.
I pulled down my panties, too.
Men are mirrors. I can see myself in them, in the way that they act when they look at me, stare at me, desire me.
Mr. Vickers was a mirror. Looking at him squirm in his seat, was like looking at myself in the mirror, or through his eyes. What did he see?
He saw just about the cutest girl in the whole school, an Honor Roll student and a star cheerleader.
He saw a gorgeous teen girl with reddish-brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, a foxy face, turned up nose, pink lips.
He saw a girl standing about five and a half feet tall, a girl sixteen with lots of curves, with tits the size and shape of pears.
Bra! Ha, ha – I wasn't wearing any! My tits were bare under the short-sleeved blouse I wore – and the blouse was about two sizes too small.
Not only that, but when I lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties, my nipples got hard, so that they stuck out.
He saw all of me below the waist, since I held the skirt lifted up and my panties were pulled down.
He saw wide pink hips and smooth thighs and a dark brown bush and delicate dark pink pussy lips quivering between my legs.
My legs were bare except for my white ankle socks and loafers.
Mr. Vickers looked like a fish out of water, and sounded like one, too.
After a while, he got control enough of himself to swallow hard. He shook his head like he was trying to clear it.
"My God, Debbie Sue, have you gone crazy?!"
"Ummmmm, yes, I'm crazy – crazy about you, Mr. Vickers."
I held up my skirt in one hand. My white lace panties were rolled to the middle of my thighs. I touched his shoulder.
"Cover yourself immediately, young lady!" "Shhhhhhhhh! Not so loud, Mr. Vickers! What if someone should hear you?!"
In our small school, the assistant vice-principal didn't rate his own private secretary-receptionist – only the principal, Mr. Wainwright, did.
Which was good for me, since it meant that there wouldn't be any snoops outside the door, peeping through the keyhole.
Mr. Vickers is old enough to be my father – older. He's about a head taller than me, and must weight close to a hundred pounds more than me.
But when he started to get up, all I had to do was put one hand on his shoulder and say, "Please don't get up. I wouldn't want to scream."
I grinned. "This might be a little hard for you to explain, especially if I started yelling and hollering that you were trying to rape me."
His face got hard. "So that's what you're up to, eh?"
"Mr. Vickers, please let me finish! You're getting everything all mixed up, so please listen to me before you jump to conclusions!"
I undid the catch at the side of my skirt and it fell off my hips.
"Oh my God!" Mr. Vickers moaned – but not loudly.
I unbuttoned the front of my blouse. Mr. Vickers reached out, like he was trying to stop me, but he stopped before he put his hands on me.
I guess he realized that he would have to put his hands on a real live and mostly naked girl. That worried him.
He stopped mid-way when he reached for me, and pulled his hands back like he had scalded them on a hot stove.
In the time that it takes to tell it, I took off my blouse and let it fall on his desk. And like I said, I wore no bra.
My tits are high and firm with fat dark pink nipples and little neat round aureoles surrounding the stiff points.
My panties were down to the middle of my thighs, so I just closed my legs and the panties slid right down to my feet.
"I'm a bad girl, Mr. Vickers. You know that. You should really know that, since you saw me with that boy yesterday."
He sure had, and that was why I had come to his office first thing this morning.
It happened yesterday, after school. I stayed late, since I had cheering squad practice in the girl's gym – we had a workout scheduled.
The workout I had in Jeff Grange's car after practice was much better. And I sure didn't need any practice at what I did with him.
Jeff's a neat guy, a senior, real cute and good at sports. He's got dark wavy hair which falls in a swirl over his forehead and warm brown eyes.
And a great body, with the cutest little ass, and a real big cock.
See, it's not all money with me, the way it was with one or two of the other girls working in Beverly's squad of high school hookers.
I'm a sex freak. Well, what's wrong with that? I figure it's a lot healthier than if I was into booze, or drugs, or gambling.
Sex is my drug – I get high off it. I love it. And getting paid for it, well, that was the frosting on the cake when I worked for Beverly.
And I met some real beautiful people, too. Men, and women. But I'll tell you about that part of it later.
With Jeff, it was different – it was strictly for kicks. Like the rest of the kinds in school, he hardly had two nickels to knock together. It's only the adults, the married guys with good jobs and soft bellies and big round butts from sitting all day behind a desk, that have the real money – the real "dough", as Tina likes to call cash.
And we girls sure saw a lot of it when we worked for and with Beverly.
But Jeff, like I said, was for kicks. He waited for me to finish practice.
At practice, I worked real hard and I got my cheering outfit all sweaty and soaked. I put it in my gym bag to take home so I could wash it.
I was dressed in a blouse and blue jeans and sneakers when I left the school building at five that afternoon.
I took the side door which opened back on the parking lot. There was only a few cars in the lot, since even all of the teachers had gone home.
Jeff's car was there. He tapped the horn when he saw me coming.
He has a cute little car with an engine that he and his older brother rebuilt. The car was in the corner of the lot.
It was getting dark, even though it was spring, since we hadn't reached daylight savings time yet.
I got into the car. Jeff slid out from behind the wheel, hugged me, then kissed me. We kissed with our mouths open.
He put his tongue in my mouth and rubbed it. I rubbed back. He put his hand on my tits and rubbed them through the blouse.
I was braless then, too. Ms. Tine, the girls' gym teacher and the coach of the cheering squad, is always after me to wear a bra.
My nipples got hard and stood out against the blouse. Jeff kept on kissing me and he opened the top of my blouse and slipped his hand in.
He put his hand on my bare tits and rubbed them. He touched the stiff nipples.
My pussy tingled. It got all warm and wet. I didn't stop kissing him when I put my hand in his lap. He wore jeans, too. I put my hand on his thing and played with it.
It was long and thick. It got hard when I squeezed it. Jeff moaned.
It was so big and hard that it looked like it would pop out of his pants. His jeans were tight, so getting hard like that must have been uncomfortable.
Well, I would make him feel better…
He took his hand out of my blouse, off my tits. The blouse was open to my waist and my tits bobbed out of the folds of the fabric.
Jeff reached for his car keys, to turn on the ignition. I took hold of his hand and pulled it away.
"Stop," I said, "what are you doing?"
"I'm gonna drive to some place that's nice and quiet – and private."
"What's wrong with this place?" "Huh?"
"Look, there's nobody in sight. No cars drive through here like they would on a street. There's no police to come around and hassle, the way they would if we were in a park or some place like that," I said.
Then I put my hand back on his lap, on his stiff cock, and rubbed real hard.
"Besides," I said, "I don't know about you, but I can't wait that long!"
I squeezed his cock. He put his head down on my tits and kissed them. He took a nipple in his mouth and nibbled it.
That was nice. I tried to open his pants but it was kind of hard from the angle where I sat. So I squirmed some, moving around.
He was feeling for my pants, but I was working for Beverly later that night, and I had already showered after practice and didn't want to get fucked.
"Let me do you," I said. "If I can just get these fucking pants open…"
I popped open the snap and pulled down his ripper.
His big stiff thing bulged in his shorts. He wore those tight white cotton undershorts with the crotch of them all stretched out of shape. I pulled down the shorts and his stiff cock popped up. It jiggled and bobbed back and forth. It was big and thick and red, with blue veins.
I put my head in his lap. My ponytail fell down over my shoulder, across his cock, and it made him jump.
"Hey – Debbie Sue – hey, what are you doin'?!"
"Just you leave everything to me, big boy," I said.
I took hold of his cock like I owned it and I held it up. It was all hot and throbbing. I kissed the head of it.
I smooched the cock head. Then I ran the tip of my tongue over it, rubbing real fast and whippy, working out.
"Jesus Christ!" Jeff muttered, then he moaned and stopped muttering.
I took his cock head in my mouth and sucked on it. It was good, thick, hot.
Jeff was nervous at first. He sat up in the seat, looking around all over the parking lot to see if anybody was coming.
Which was smart of him, actually…
But right then, the only one who would be coming was Jeff, I thought.
I rubbed the cock head against the roof of my mouth and really made him squirm.
I was leaning over with my bare tits hanging out of my blouse and my head in his lap and his cock filling my mouth.
I was down low, under the dashboard, so that anybody approaching the car wouldn't be able to see me, or what I was doing.
Jeff slumped down in the seat, sinking into the cushions. I was getting to him. He held on to the steering wheel, and moaned.
I took his thing deep, over my tongue and into the back of my throat. My head bobbed up and down on his lap like some kind of sucking machine.
Jeff must have closed his eyes and really gotten into being sucked.
I slurped at his cock. I bobbed my head up and down on it, and rubbed it with my tongue.
It got hotter and hotter. I worked on it for a couple of minutes, getting more and more into it, like I was in a trance.
As for Jeff – well, he was practically creaming in his jeans when he started kissing me, and now he was really climbing the walls.
I sucked him. I knew when he was going to come, from the way he moaned and the way his cock twitched on my tongue.
Then I took him deep in my mouth and held him there.
He came. My mouth wrapped around his stiff penis and sucked it dry.
Jeff was gasping and moaning. When he orgasmed, he went all stiff and rigid. He shook in the seat like he was being hit by an earthquake.
I swallowed down his come. It was thick and more refreshing than a milk shake.
Some of the other girls, like Ellen and Tina, don't like the taste of come, but me, I kind of like it.
I kept his thing in my mouth. He stopped shaking and shivered and slumped in the seat like a tire with all the air let out.
One part of him stayed stiff, though – can you guess what it was: I knew that you could. His cock was hard as a rock even after he came.
I was feeling tempted, wondering whether I should take down my panties and give up my pussy for a quick steamy fuck in the back seat.
I was still thinking that when I heard the scuff of footsteps on loose gravel, real near the car.
I thought that we were completely alone out in the lot, so I was taken by surprise when I heard the sound of somebody so near.
I jerked my head up in surprise.
Jeff's stiff cock slid out of my mouth and fell twitching on him. It was red and stiff and wet with my saliva.
Some come spilled on my chin when I pulled up so fast.
And who do you think that I saw? Uh-huh… assistant vice-principal Vickers.
He wasn't trying to catch us, or anything. He had been working late in his office, and he had just finished up for the day.
He had come out to the lot to get in his car, which was one of the few left, so he could drive home to the wife and kids.
It's hard to say who was more shocked – him, or me.
He took a good look at me, with my blouse open, my tits hanging out, and wetness on my mouth and chin.
He staggered back, like he'd been hit. Nerves twitched and his face crawled.
Strangely enough, he looked like the one who'd been caught. His face burned a bright hot red. So did mine, I'm sure.
He hurried to his car. Jeff was moaning, "Oh, shit, oh, shit!"
Mr. Vickers tried to open his car door, but he couldn't seem to find the right key. He was a clumsy butterfingers and dropped them.
He bent down and picked them up, and his baggy pants were pulled tight on his ass. He kept avoiding looking at us.
He got the right key finally and got in the car. His engine started up and he drove out of there and didn't turn on his lights until he was out of the lot.
Jeff was all paranoid. His thing stopped being thick and got all limp.
I told him to cool it. Mr. Vickers had been on my side of the car, and I had been in front of Jeff. He had seen me, but I doubted that he saw Jeff.
Jeff and I cleaned up and covered ourselves and got dressed and drove out of there, too. Jeff drove me home.
When I saw Beverly that night, I told her what had happened.
She wasn't mad that I was doing some sucking on the side. No high school guy like Jeff could ever swing the price of a sex session for pay with one of us girls.
We were teens who sold it exclusively to adults, preferably mature married men with a profession, financially secure, well mannered.
And there were a couple of couples we did scenes with…
Anyway, Beverly said that she would think of something. She had an out call scheduled for me, so she drove me there in her car and stayed with me.
After I turned the trick, and she was taking me home, she told me her plan.
It sounded really neat. She seemed sure that it would work. Even if it didn't, she would be able to get me out of a jam.
Mr. Vickers had a yen for her, and he would do her any favor that he could.
When I went home, I was scared that maybe Mr. Vickers had done something really fucked up like calling my folks and telling them what he saw me doing.
But he hadn't, thank God. Even so, I didn't sleep much that night.
The next morning, I dressed in that tight blouse and short little skirt and went to Mr. Vickers' office even before going to home room.
I got there early, twenty minutes before school started. I knew he was there when I saw his car parked in the high school lot.
I sure wasn't likely to forget that car!
I went to his office, walked right in, closing the door behind me, saying that I had something very important to discuss with him.
He tried to shoo me out, telling me that he didn't see anything.
But by this time I was pretty sexed-up just from thinking about what I was going to do – it would be a wild new kick!
So far, Beverly sold our bodies to strangers, not to people we knew, although lately we had been seeing more of the bigshots from our home town.
But we had never done anything with people from the school, except for the girls that were recruited.
Running a scene on Mr. Vickers would be a real new trip.
The rest you know, up to then – how I pulled down the blinds and locked the door and stripped right in front of him.
I touched his forehead. It was wet with sweat. I caressed it.
"You remind me of my daddy," I said. "I really love him! But he knows just what to do with me when I've been a bad girl."
"Do you know what he does, Mr. Vickers, when I've been bad? Well, sir, he just takes me over his lap and lifts my skirt and takes down my panties, and then he spanks me on the bare bottom until I cry like a baby!"
Then I stretched out across his lap. My bush rustled against his baggy pants. I lay face down, with my tits pressing his thigh.
I squirmed on his lap, rubbing my hips against his crotch. He was shaking. His penis jerked and I felt it moving under me.
I lifted my head to look at him. He was dazed and squirming.
"Will you be my daddy, Mr. Vickers; I'll be a good girl for you – unless – unless you want me to be naughty?"
I took his hand and put it on my rear. It was sweating – his hand, I mean, not my rear. My ass cheeks were soft and smooth.
I spread my thighs, opening them. I pushed his hand down between them.
"Maybe you want me to be a real bad girl, just for you, Mr. Vickers. My pussy is really wet – won't you feel it?"
I closed my thighs, pressing his hand, pressing it against my pussy. I squeezed his hand with my thighs before letting it go.
I sat up, then pressed against him. I sat on his lap, straddling him, sitting with my spread legs resting on the tops of his thighs.
I held my hands behind his neck for balance. My tits were bobbing and jiggling right in his face.
"Don't tell me that you don't want me, Mr. Vickers."
"Debbie Sue – this is crazy – you're just a girl, and I'm a grown man…"
"Just a girl! Look at these tits, Mr. Vickers – do they look like those of a girl?! Take a good long look, Mr. Vickers!"
He started to say something else, but whatever it was, he never finished it, since I leaned forward and pressed my tits against his face.
Whatever self-control he had up to then, vanished. He moaned like he was crying, then he buried his face in my tits.
I gurgled, laughing, tilting my head back so that my ponytail fell down the middle of my back as I fed him my tits.
"Ummmmmmm, that's more like it, Mr. Vickers!"
Mr. Vickers rubbed his hot sweaty face against my tits. He covered them with kisses and he sucked on my nipples.
I took his hand and guided it between my legs.
He fumbled around with my pussy. It felt nice when he rubbed it. He rubbed it with his middle finger.
The finger was in the lips of the pussy, sliding up and down it while he rubbed. I was all wet between the legs.
He pressed the fingertip against the pussy lips and then he put his finger in me and fucked me with it.
His thing was all thick and hard and I squeezed it through his trousers. He shoved his finger in and out of my pussy and sucked my tits.
He was disappointed when I eased off his lap. But I didn't go far. I stood behind his desk and turned my back to him and leaned forward.
I bent forward from the waist and stuck out my ass at him. I spread my feet so he could see my pink pussy.
I looked over my shoulder at him and told him that I wanted him to fuck me.
He was under my spell. He got up out of his executive style swivel chair and fumbled open his pants and pulled down his pants and his shorts.
His thing was pretty good sized, actually, nice and thick and red, circumcised, with a big wide fat head.
Maybe I should have sucked him off, but my pussy was itching for love.
I wiggled my bottom and he reached for it and took hold of my hips and pressed against me, his red cock throbbing as it rubbed me.
He said that he loved me, which was silly, but it's the kind of corny thing that I've come to expect from some of these middle aged guys.
He tried to put his thing in me, but he kept missing my slit and poking my pussy lips with the fat head of his cock.
So I reached behind him, put my hand on his, squeezed, guided the cock head to my pussy lips, and stuffed it inside.
His cock was fat and stretched me and spread the lips. But I was real wet from the finger fucking that I had gotten.
I thought he was going to collapse from sheer joy when he put it in me. I should have had him kiss my ass, but I could save that for later.
He put his thing in deep and fucked me. He held tightly to my hips as he pumped away, rocking me with short hard thrusts.
I had him hooked now. He had a taste of my body. The first taste was free, but after morning, he would have to pay to lay me.
And he would pay, like all the others. Why not. I'm beautiful, and beauty has its price, same as anything and everything else.
Mr. Vickers came in me.