The next day, Tracey wondered what she should wear to meet the man with the camera. She looked at his name and address on the paper he'd given her. Mr. Hart. She wondered also what he did, how he made his money. He must have a lot, she thought, pondering – his large offer. She wanted to look good. He wanted sexy pictures.
She selected a very short skirt of soft denim that cuddled her dandy little ass. She pulled the skirt up and slipped into a sweet pair of little pink panties. They were nice and tight, and they crunched up into her crotch. She turned and looked in the mirror at how it covered the curve of her ass. She dropped her skirt and thought about what top she would wear.
Tracey rummaged around in her closet and found a matching pink bra with lace underwire, lace sides, and lace back. She hooked it on. It bunched her tits together, making them look big, juicy.
Then she pulled on a tight pink sweater that came just to the top of her jeans skirt. She appraised her beauty in the motionless mirror. She liked what she saw. She sat down on the bed, stuck out her smooth, tanned legs, and put on a pair of pink heels, little two inch pumps.
She rode in a cab to Mr. Hart's house. She liked the power. She smiled to herself. She was being driven to see the handsome man who had been so hot about her.
The cab rolled into a long drive, up through a grove of trees, and stopped in front of a large mansion. Tracey got out, paid the driver, and walked to the door.
She knocked and Mr. Hart opened the door. He wore a blue turtleneck and gray slacks. He smiled.
"I'm so glad you came," he said. "Come in."
Tracey followed him down a long hall that featured surrealistic art on the walls. He led her to the living room. He went to the bar and fixed himself a drink.
"Would you like something?" he asked.
"A Coke," Tracey said.
He dropped some ice into a tall glass, popped the top of a Coke and poured it. Then he handed Tracey two hundred-dollar bills and a fifty.
She took the money and put it in her purse. "Shall we take some pictures?"
"I guess that's what you want, huh?" Tracey asked.
Mr. Hart produced an expensive camera. Tracey stood at the bar. He moved away, focused and took a picture of her.
"Why don't you lean back against the bar?" Tracey put down her Coke and leaned on the bar. He took a picture.
"Pull your little skirt up a little," he said.
"You got lots of pictures of me with my skirt up, huh? My cheerleading skirt," Tracey said as she rumpled up her skin high on her thighs.
"Yes, I do… ah that's nice." He took another hot photo. "Now pull it all the way up."
"And show you my panties?"
"Yes."
Tracey pulled the blue denim skirt up on her hips, up over her pink panties. They were shaded brown at the crotch.
"Mmm, nice," Mr. Hart said, flashing off a couple pictures.
Tracey noticed that a huge bulge had appeared in the crotch of Mr. Hart's slacks. She smiled seductively.
"Sit down in that chair," he said.
She sat in a big leather chair.
"Slide down a little bit on it… yes, like that."
Tracey sat down and slid out to the edge, her skirt still high above her panties. He took a picture. She spread her legs, because she thought he'd like that, and he did. Her pink heels were flat on the floor.
She was stretched out on the edge of the chair. Her knees were cocked, her pink sweater ballooned against her big teen tits. She saw Mr. Hart's cock leap and thump in his crotch.
Then he had her stand up and take off her skirt. He took some pictures of her in her pink sweater and pink panties and pink high heels. Tracey was adorable, sexy, alluring. Her panties were very tight.
Mr. Hart suggested she take off the sweater, and Tracey pulled it off. She stood proudly in her pink bra and panties, her pink heels. He flashed off more pictures, then reloaded the camera.
"Why don't you take your panties down a little for me," he said.
"You said you just wanted sexy pictures, sir. You didn't tell me you wanted to see my cunt."
"Please?" he begged.
"Well, all right, just a little then," Tracey said, stripping her pants down on her thigh, showing him her marvelous, young pussy.
Her pussy was wet now. She was hot from seeing his cock looking so big in his slacks. Then she saw the spread of his jizz as he squirted in his pants. She liked that.
"Turn around," Mr. Hart said.
She did, bent over, and gave him a good shot at her fine ass.
"You have a fabulous ass, Tracey," he said. "Thanks, sir," she said, looking back at him over her shoulder.
She put her hands on her knees and wiggled her ass for him. He shot several more pictures.
"Take your tits out of the bra!" he panted. "No!"
"Please."
"No!"
"I'll give you more money."
"Okay, then. I guess it's all right," Tracey said, cupping her fluffy, young tits and setting them up high over the top of her bra.
He took pictures.
Then he set the camera down and came over to her. He put his hands on her hips. Tracey pulled her panties back up.
"I guess you know I'm madly in love with you," he whispered, leaning in, kissing ha mouth.
"Love?"
"Yes, I'm crazy for you!"
His hand rubbed the crotch of her panties. Tracey felt the press of his prick against her as he held her tightly.
"I want you! I need you! I love you!" he groaned, his tongue licking her cherry-red lips.
"Sir, really?"
"There's nothing I wouldn't do for you!" he gasped. His hand dipped into her pants.
"I don't think you should have your hand in my pants, sir!" Tracey whispered. "That wasn't part of the deal, was it?"
"Look, I'm gonna give you a thousand dollars all totaled, so let's just relax and enjoy this," Mr. Hart said.
"A thou…" Tracey gasped. "A thousand dollars? Well, okay, I guess you can be in my pants then."
His finger rubbed the slick lips of her cunt. "Oh, darling!" he whispered, his hand jiggling the crotch of her panties as he began fingerfucking her.
"Ooooh, whew! Sir!" Tracey moaned. He reached down and unzipped his fly with his free hand. He fumbled around and couldn't get his cock out. It was too big. He unbuckled his slacks and they fell to his ankles. He didn't wear shorts. His prick leaped at Tracey.
"Holy cow!" she screeched, looking down, seeing his massive cock. "Oh, wow! Jeez! Hey, sir!"
Mr. Hart had an enormous prick.
"Where did you get a cock that big?" Tracey asked, her eyes bugging at the huge prick.
He smiled, pleased she was so impressed with his fourteen-inch cock. The stalk wobbled between them. He pushed at her and the big hard-on hammered up against her belly.
They kissed again.
Mr. Hart backed off, kicked off his slacks, and took his shoes and socks off.
"Take it! Hold it!" he whispered. "Wow, boy. This is really big, Mr. Hart," Tracey said, reaching out, grabbing the huge cock. Her hand underhanded it, then her fingers curled over the top.
He slid his hand back between her legs, rubbing his fingers into the damp deliciousness of her panties. He rubbed her cunt. Tracey slid her hand on his prick, almost as if she were shaking dice at a Vegas table.
"You're beautiful," he said.
She looked up from his cock and saw a glint of admiration in his eyes.
"Really incredible! You've got it all!" he gasped.
"Thank you, sir!" Tracey whispered, then looked back to the enormous prick she had in her hot little hand.
"How big is this cock?" she asked.
"I don't know," he said.
"It's gotta be the biggest in the world, huh?"
"Might be."
He slipped his hand into her panties. His fingers fucked around in the tight curls of her girlish cunt.
"Oh, my precious darling. Oh, how I love you!" he moaned.
His cock bulged in her hand. She squeezed his thick, thumping cockstalk.
He pulled her to him again. They kissed as they fondled each other's secret. Tracey was overwhelmed with his hot, huge cock. There seemed to be no end to it. She fluttered her fingers all up and down the tense, rigid prick-stalk.
Mr. Hart said. "I wanna take your panties off now."
He withdrew his hand from inside, then tugged the pink pants down her slick hips, down to her knees, her ankles, and Tracey lifted her feet so he could take them off.
"Oh, darling!" he gasped, feeling her legs and dipping to his knees. His lips smacked along her legs and thighs, then he planted a hot kiss on her cunt.
"Mmmmmm, ooooh!" Tracey moaned. He sucked her cunt with a wide-open, eager mouth, slurping on her delicious pussy. Then he stood up.
"Do that to me," he said.
Tracey bent over. She dipped down and kissed the tip of his huge cock. She licked her sweet tongue all over the fizzing prickhead. Then she sucked him into her mouth.
"Ah, ahhh, ooohhh, Tracey!" he sighed. "Darling! My sweet, sweet lover!"
She bobbed in and out.
He grabbed her ponytail and manipulated her head.
"Suck it!" he gasped. "Suck my cock, you little fucker!"
She slid in farther on it, but it was so huge, so thick, there was not much chance of giving him a full blow-job.
Her red mouth was a plunger on the top of the huge prick. She moved both hands around his massive prick, ducking up and down.
"Oh, oh, oh! Sweet darling bitch!" he whimpered, still jerking her ponytail, enjoying the soft slurp of her divine young lips on the tip of his towering cock. "You're so beautiful! You're gonna make me cum!"
Tracey lifted off his cock, stood above him, grabbed the bristling stalk, clutched the hard-on in a two-handed grip, and pulled and pushed furiously.
Then he came.
The juice spurted from his thrilling rock-hard cock. A volcanic spiral of hot cream jetted upward. Tracey jerked wildly, thumping up and down with her hands. She was amazed at the flood of jizz.
She liked pumping Mr. Hart's big prick. She worked hard. He kept cuming. She kept pumping. Cum spilled. Gobs of goop shot at her. A huge hunk of cum splashed on her belly.
"I'm cummin'… oh, I'm cumming!" he panted.
"Oh, yeah! You sure are, sir!"
"You do that so good! You jack so good!" he moaned, humping his hips upward, his cock a hot gun in her hands, a sweet juice-shooter.
"Honey, honey! Oh, sweet baby! I love you! Oh, how I love you!"
The huge eruption finally subsided. Tracey's hands were drenched in cum. Big splats of goo clung to her body like spiders.
Mr. Hart fell back.
"I want you to go in the other room and put on some clothes I purchased for you!" he panted, trying to catch his breath. "They're on the bed."
He pointed to an adjoining room. Tracey left him. She walked into the room and found a white satin merry widow on the bed. She hooked it on. She found dark nylons. She pulled them up and snapped them tightly into place with the garters from the merry widow. It was a push-up widow that left her tits sitting up high. She saw a pair of shiny, white high heels. She put them on and looked in the mirror on the wall.
"Wow, I'm happening," she said. "This is really sexy."
She walked back into the other room. Mr. Hart gasped.
"Oh, Tracey, darling!"
He grabbed his camera and started shooting pictures.
"Diddle your cunt for me," he said.
"You sure you're gonna give me a thousand dollars?" Tracey asked.
"Oh, even more!"
Tracey sat down on the couch. She slid forward, spread her legs, cocked her knees and started taking pictures her cunt. Mr. Hart snapped some more. "I wanna take some pictures of you! I'd like to see you playin' with that big cock of yours, sir," Tracey said.
He turned the camera over to her, excited by this new twist in the action. He sat down in a big leather chair. His cock was hard again. He played with the immense hard-on. Tracey focused the camera and started shooting.
"Yeah, like that! That really looks good, sir! I like it when you pump like… oooooooh, yeah, fast like that… go on, jerk… jerk hard!" she groaned, the flash unit blinding Mr. Hart as she clicked away.
"Cum for me," Tracey said.
"Now?"
"Anytime. I wanna see you shoot-off. I wanna take some pictures of you shooting. And I wanna be sure I get them, too."
Mr. Hart shot a big load. Cream whooshed from his cock. Tracey took pictures. She was so hot she thought her pussy might start screaming.
When he finished cumming, she went over and stood in front of him in the tight merry widow, her nylons, the high heels. Her big tits stuck out. Her pussy looked good. Mr. Hart gasped and reached for her.
"I wanna fuck you!" he whispered, holding her head with his cum-soaked fingers.
"I don't think so. It's way too big, sir."
"Just a little bit! I'll just put the head on your pussy, okay?"
"Well, okay then."
"Sit on me," he said.
Tracey straddled his thighs, spread her legs wide, and stood over him. His huge cock slapped up against her belly. She cupped the stalk in her hand and pulled it like a gearshift back against the tight, white merry widow. She pumped down on it.
Mr. Hart reached behind her. He clutched the fine cheeks of her ass.
"So nice!" he moaned. "So very nice!" He squeezed and pinched the pliant curve of her ass. Then he brought one hand around in front, played it up over the top of the merry widow, and cupped her juicy, sweet tits. As he fondled her tits, his finger slid like a feather up and down the crack of her marvelous ass.
Tracey held his cock with both hands. She continued to stand, her white high heels on the floor, her legs cocked at the knees. She humped up and came down on his prick.
The cockhead slicked into the lips, of her creamy cunt.
"Oooooh!" Mr. Hart sighed, as his prick was lodged in Tracey's pussy.
"Like that?" she asked. "Fuck like this?"
"Yeah, baby, like that, fuck me!"
"I can only fuck the top of it like this, sir. The top only, because this is such a big cock."
"You're doing fine!" he huffed. Tracey swirled her hips in a real slow undulation, fucking down on his cock, feeling the long stalk slip into her cunt deeper, harder.
"Oh, sir! It's slippin' in my cunt!" Mr. Hart fingered her asshole. "Oooof, whoa! Up my ass, too?" she whispered.
He squeezed her tits with his free hand. She bent down and planted a hot kiss on his lips. He humped up, pushed his prick farther into her pussy.
"Afff!" Tracey wheezed, breaking their kiss. "Not so much."
She kept fucking. She screwed her fabulous young hips in circles, thumping and pumping down, then up, down, then up, real slow – fucking Mr. Hart splendidly.
"You sweet little fucker!" he gasped. "You darling cock fucker!"
"Ohhh, oooh, sir! You talk so naughty!"
"I love you, Tracey! I want you! I want to be with you forever!"
"Fuck me forever, sir?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Fuck you forever!"
"Boy, that'd sure be something wouldn't it? You and me, together all the time! Boy, wow! And this great big cock, too! Sir, it's just too awesome!"
He fucked up and down, thrust his hips up at her, speared his cock deeper into her cunt, pushed into her a full eight inches, but still there was a long shaft of his prick sticking between them.
"Wheee, eeeewwww!" Tracey whistled, looking down, seeing his big cock in her cunt.
She was beautiful, still standing on her white high heels, her legs astride Mr. Hart, her body sheathed in the tight, body-hugging merry widow. She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned over him. Her tits hung out. He craned his neck and puckered his lips, sucking on her erect nipples. She undulated in and out, up and down, swirling her ass in sweet semicircles.
He sucked at her heaving tits. She pushed hard on his shoulders, rotated her gorgeous hips, fucked down on him, manipulated herself on his cock, used it like it was a lightning rod, a gearshift.
"Oh, darling," Mr. Hart said. "You are a good fucker, a brilliant fuck!"
"Mmmmmmm!" Tracey moaned, shaking her shoulders so that her tits wobbled in his face, mashed and splashed on his sucking mouth.
He clutched her ass. His hands squeezed. He was in heaven.
She rode him good. Her hips bounced high. She sat down on his knees, pulling his cock down with her so that it was like a connecting rod to her pussy. She slid in and out, fucking him hotly.
"Oh, baby!" he cried.
He reached up and cupped her tits. "Big bad cock!" Tracey moaned, looking down, seeing the creamy prick slipping in and out of her soft pussy.
Now they were a fucking machine. They had reached that indescribable moment when the feeling is overwhelming, where the passion is explosive. They were fucking.
His cock bulged in her cunt.
She fucked harder and faster. She still had her fingers pinched into his shoulder. She tucked her chin in and looked down at the pistoning slide of his prick.
"Dirty little prick-fucker!" Mr. Hart gasped. "Dirty old cunt-fucker," she said. "I love you, Tracey."
"Then fuck me!"
"I wanna marry you!" he yelped, and then he came. His cock wiggled in her pussy like a wild fish. His load shot into her. "Ah, ohhh!"
"Sir!" she called, fucking him furiously, feeling the first fabulous tickles of her own orgasm.
"I wanna marry you!"
"Oh, oh, ohhhhhhh!" Tracey screamed as her climax gripped her entire being, as his cum flushed into her pussy.
"Ahhh, baby!" he shouted, humping up off the chair, thrusting his prick at her cunt. "Bastard darling, little fucker, ahhhhh!"
"Big dirty old little-girl fucker!" Tracey groaned.
They fucked and talked, both hot, both overcome by their climax, both flooded with good feelings.
Their passion finally subsided, and Tracey collapsed on top of Mr. Hart.
"Oh, honey!" he whispered.
"Oh, Mr. Hart!" she moaned.
"I wanna marry you," he said.
"Gee, sir… whoooaaa, marry me?"
"Yes!"
"Golly, sir!" She slipped off him. "Really? You wanna marry me?"
"Yes!"
"How would that work?" she asked.