"Here it is, Jack. Two hundred dollars." Fawn looked at the money as she turned it over to her man with some wistfulness. That was a lot of money. More than she'd ever seen.
"Only two hundred!" he exclaimed. "Those cheap bastards! They said they'd come through with two-fifty."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean this isn't enough. We need another fifty dollars. I can put this down on the fifth race if I hurry."
"No! I don't think you should be gambling like you do. Remember how it was when you were always in debt to Ears? If you start again, you'll end up in the same fix."
"But I want to get the car, darling. What'll I do?"
She ignored the sly look. Squaring shoulders, she announced, "If I can put out for money once, I can do it twice."
It sounded as if she were making a big concession to the man. Deep down inside, she knew that wasn't the entire truth. Red and Fred had excited her. She wanted more of that action. Whether they'd really cheated Jack out of the money he claimed or not was a moot point. The girl simply wanted a chance at some other studs' cocks.
She shivered thinking of the way they'd both fucked her at the same time. If she could only repeat that performance.
"I can arrange it, I guess," Jack said, looking carefully at her. When she didn't cringe, he went on. "How about this afternoon? I know a guy who'd go ape over that shaved pussy of yours."
Her hand drifted to the front of her jeans. For some reason, she'd been bothered after she'd sobered up and realized what Jack had done to her. Since then, she realized that men got off in a big way on chicks with shaved pussies. Anything to please Jack, sure, but when she could please both him and a lot of other guys, the shave was worth it.
"This afternoon, then. And try to make sure the guy's on time. I hate hanging around with nothing to do."
"You could always do your history homework," he said.
She didn't bother answering. She was miles beyond such things now. The fifteen-year-old had achieved the sophistication she'd so desperately desired before Jack had taken her cherry.
"Now I don't want you saying a word about who this guy is, Fawn," Jack cautioned her. "It'll be both our heads if you do."
"Who is it?"
"You'll see," he chuckled. Then Jack left.
Fawn readied herself in front of the bureau mirror. While she'd be doing her best stuff bare-ass naked, she wanted to look nice for her next customer.
She shuddered at the idea of having a customer like that. She was no penny-ante hooker. The only reason she'd consented to do this was for Jack – Jack and herself.
Visions of the bright green sports car raced through her mind. She could picture herself behind the wheel, tooling along the highway at a hundred miles per hour, cops unable to catch her. Taking the turns with loud squealing of the tires, going into…
"Fawn?" came a quiet voice from the door.
"Yes," she said, turning. Then she couldn't say another word. Standing there was Mr. Grimes, her high school principal. No wonder Jack had warned her about saying anything about his intimate little session.
Mr. Grimes could be a world of trouble for both of them if she did let it leak out he got his jollies with his students.
"You're very attractive. Jack didn't lie. Let's get on with it," he said, putting a small briefcase down beside the solitary chair in the room. He pulled the chair around so he could sit facing her.
She began pulling off her blouse to get naked when he cried out, "Wait! Stop! Don't take your clothes off like that. Strip. Do it slowly. Tempt me."
So this was where he was at, she thought to herself.
"Okay. Anything you want." And then she started on the sexiest strip tease she could manage.
She stood with her legs spread wide taking advantage of the window behind her. The light coming in would outline her body nicely.
From the way the old man groaned and began rubbing his crotch, it must have highlighted her youthful figure to perfection. Content with this, she started a deliberate peeling of her clothes.
He watched in rapt fascination, all the time moving his hand slowly over his growing erection. The girl had her blouse unbuttoned down to her boobs when he'd sat down. Now she carefully undid one, then another button until her blouse hung limply open.
He was treated to the white flesh of her perfect skin. The man ran the zipper down its track with a metallic hiss, freeing his cock. It leaped out into his hand for proper attention. Tiny needles of desire pricked him as he watched the teenager spin around, then slowly peel back her blouse to reveal a bare shoulder.
She shrugged her shoulder and the fabric slipped free. Holding it at her waist, the girl dropped her blouse after making sure it dipped over the flare of her ass.
The man was really getting hot watching her. He'd seen some fine strippers in his day but they lacked the beauty and simplicity of this girl. She had an innocent air about her that was both appealing and arousing.
"Keep going, my dear," he urged. "I want to see it all!"
"You will," she promised. "You'll see it all before I'm finished!"
With her back still towards him, she looked over her shoulder, tossed her mane of auburn hair from her eyes and let her tongue make a slow circuit of her lips. The tiny pink tip just poked from between her ruby lips. It promised a world of sexual wonder to come.
The man's hand was twisting hard on his cock now. He could feel his balls tightening up and collapsing into a hard little sphere. He gently touched the hairy sac containing his balls. A cold shiver ran through his entire body.
This was life!
Pleasure surged up from his crotch and he was getting a view of the greatest scenery in the world. What more could he ask out of life?
The teenager unfastened her bra and let the ends slither around her trim body.
She spun around again, legs spread wide apart. She pulled the ends of her bra outward as an offering to him. He was panting hard when the cups of the bra began sliding off her jugs.
His head raced when she tilted forward slightly and the bra was completely free of her body. Now he could see those mountains of titflesh!
But she'd turned at just the proper moment. All he saw was the unbroken expanse of skin across her back. She'd robbed him! She had prevented him from seeing her tits!
He quickly dismissed this minor point. The girl was unhooking her skirt. With a lithe, agile movement, she was stepping out of it. Clad only in pantyhose and panties, she looked back over her shoulder at the man.
She asked, "Like what you see?"
"Yes, yes, get on with it!"
"In due time. You wouldn't want to rush a poor, little girl, would you? It's so hard getting out of these things, you know."
He bit his lower lip as she worked her fingers under the thin elastic band of the pantyhose. She wiggled sensuously and managed to free her ass.
"There. That's so much more comfortable. Now to get them all the way off my legs."
She leaned away from him but he could see every single move she made. An occasional flash of tit capped with bright red nipple filled him with a longing that wasn't to be easily quenched. But the erotic sight was the girl stripping off her stocking.
Beginning near her thigh, she deftly raised one leg and ran the nylon down a few inches. She laughed joyfully and said, "Damn things. Both have to go off at the same time. How forgetful of me that I didn't remember that."
She twisted so that he could see her other tit. Then she worked the pantyhose down a few more inches across her trim thigh. The trip over her knees and down past her calves had the man in a constant state of arousal.
Never had he seen a more artful stripping of stockings. His hand was becoming restless on his cock. He was beating off faster and faster now. He couldn't take his eyes off the floor show in front of him, yet a good deal of physical delight was coming from his cock.
"More. Do it some more," he panted.
"Wouldn't you like me to give your hand a rest?" the girl asked, her eyes on his erect prick. "I can think of all sorts of wonderful things to put around that hunk of manmeat besides your hand."
"Silence! Continue!"
She gazed directly at his cock, then slowly, erotically, licked her lips again. There was no mistaking the meaning. She would rather have his cock in her mouth than anything else.
But the teenager kicked free of her pantyhose and stood naked save for the cotton panties she wore. With her back still towards the man, she began wiggling out of the garment.
First the top curve of her ass appeared. She leaned forward enough so that the deep crack between the meaty slabs of asscheek poked up over the waistband of the panties. A slow, deliberate wiggle of her ass moved the material lower and lower until she could step out of the panties.
With her legs wide open, she bent down and looked between her legs at the man. He was still stroking away on his prick, now an angry red. The purpled knob on its very tip would appear and disappear in his hand as he eagerly worked on himself.
"Turn around for me," he commanded.
She turned, slowly.
The profile was almost enough to make him lose his wad. Her tits were perfect. Very little sag and the nipples were outlined by the window. The girl's ass was trim and well proportioned. The man found himself actually wanting to screw her. To bend her over and fuck the hell out of her would be such a treat!
But he couldn't. That wouldn't be proper.
Instead, he said, "Come here. Now."
He saw her shaved pussy and almost lost it again. So mature, yet so young. Could she be over twelve? Did she know how to masturbate? He'd have to instruct her.
Opening his briefcase, he pulled out a dildo on the end of a squirt gun. He said, "Use this. Do you know how, my dear?"
The auburn-haired teenager looked at the huge rubber molded dildo and the reservoir at the butt end. She knew what it was, but suddenly realized the man would prefer to tell her, perhaps even show her.
"No. I've never seen anything like that before. Why don't you teach me how to use it?"
"I will, I will!" he promised.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide, her cunt aimed directly at her principal. Making certain he got a damned good look at her snatch, she took up the dildo and pretended not to know what to do with it.
"Where do I put it?"
"In you, my dear. In that little creased fold of flesh between your legs."
"Up my poor little cunny? You want me to put this up my cunt?"
A shiver passed through the man's body again. He was getting a charge out of this show.
"Yes," was all he said.
He gulped as he watched the huge rubber dong vanish into her twat. Her pussy lips spread and the rubber cock made a lewd squishing noise as it penetrated the girl's innermost regions. When only a few inches stuck out of her, she moaned loudly.
"Move it back and forth now," he said.
"Like this?"
And she began stroking to and fro with the imitation prick. It wasn't anything like having a man's prick inside her, but it wasn't that terrible, either. Bigger than any man's cock ever could be, it spread her inner tissues to the breaking point.
The feelings it generated in her trim body were so exciting she came.
"I, oh, ohhhh!"
"Yes, that's the way," he urged. "Keep doing it! Faster, faster!"
All the time the teenager was fucking herself with the dildo, her principal was jerking off. He was getting all the visual stimulation he could endure. The lovely, innocent-looking girl was masturbating while he watched – while he coached!
She reached down and pressed her finger directly into her clit. The lightning bolts of sensation that ripped through her body pushed her up the pinnacle to another cum. With the combination of the monster cock inside her, pulling and stretching her young cunt in exciting new directions and the finger working over her go-button, she had to come again.
This time was even more intense than the first.
The man groaned and urged her to more speed. "Let it fly in your twat! Really give it to yourself!"
She barely realized when he took hold of the handle of the dildo and began squirting hot fluid into her twat. She was soaring off, her body locked in the ice and iron grip of another come.
As she lay back on the bed, hot splatters hit her naked belly. Her eyes took a few seconds to focus, then she saw the man's cock erupting jism. Spurt after hot spurt arched into the air and landed on her belly. She let it puddle and run down into her navel.
There was something incredibly sexy about this.
With an almost painful jerk, he jerked the dildo from her cunt and dumped it back into his briefcase. Without another word, Mr. Grimes tucked his limp cock into his pants, zipped up and left.
Fawn was left dazed and happy. That had been fun, lots of fun.
And she knew where Mr. Grimes' head was at now.