Darling Tracey walked down the hall, triumphant about her latest conquest, her tiny school skirt swirling on her pretty legs, her beautiful ass bouncing.
"Hey, Tracey!"
She turned around. Mr. Palmer was walking toward her.
"Hi, sir."
"I must see you," he said.
"I have a class in ten minutes, sir."
"Well, you can do a lot in ten minutes, Tracey."
"Like?"
"Come with me. Over here," Mr. Palmer said, taking her hand, pulling her into a corner behind the Coke machine. "I have not been able to get you out of my mind since we had that little – session."
"Really?" Tracey asked, a sexy smile on her pretty face.
He grabbed her and pulled her to him, feeling the splendid spring of her youth against his masculine muscles. His cock thumped up against her.
His greedy hands fluttered down over her magnificent ass. He cupped the cheeks.
"Jeez, sir! Not here in the hallway!" Tracey whispered.
"I wanna have my hand in your panties, then I want your panties," he said.
"You took my panties the last time, sir."
"I wanna have them again!"
He stuck his hand under the striking, little skirt, slipped his fingers up her thigh, dancing his nails along the smooth skin, then plunged his hand into her crotch. He was surprised that it was already slushy.
"Boy, you're hot all right," he said. "I've always got hot panties, Mr. Palmer," Tracey said.
"You know you like my passionate advances!" he croaked.
"No way, sir, you frighten me."
"I don't mean to," he said, his hand dipping down into her pants, his fingers twisting through her thick cunthair.
"God, not here in the hallway, Mr. Palmer!"
"Yes, right here."
"Jeez, sir!"
His hand diddled in her panties. His finger slipped into her cuntslit.
"Ooof," Tracey gasped.
"My cock is so hard," he said.
"I can feel that it's hard." He lifted her little skirt.
"Oh my, blue panties. How lovely, darling," he said.
"You wanna take 'em down and keep 'em, don't you?" Tracey asked.
"You know I do!" he gasped.
"You gonna pay me for 'em?"
"Sure!"
"It's fifty dollars, sir."
"You got it."
"Okay, then. Take my panties down. Take 'em off. Take 'em. I know what you're gonna do with 'em."
"What's that, darling?" Mr. Palmer asked. "You're gonna beat-off in 'em, huh?"
"You got that right, Tracey!" He tugged at her panties. She lifted her skirt for him so he could take them off.
"Like that, sir? You're pulling my pants down. You're gonna keep them too, aren't you?"
"Yeah!"
"Might as well kiss my cunt while you're down there, sir," Tracey said.
"Pull your skirt down and meet me in my office," he said, getting up. He slipped her panties into his jacket pocket.
"Okay," Tracey said.
She dropped her skirt, waited a few minutes, then followed him to his office and went in.
Mr. Palmer sat with his pants down, his sports jacket off. His cock was hard, teeming, thick, profuse. He clutched it in his hand.
"Boy, you are hot this morning, Mr. Palmer," Tracey said.
"Hot for you!"
She saw the fifty-dollar bill on his desk. She put it in her purse.
"Pull your skirt up!" he demanded.
"Okay," Tracey said, then lifted the hem high, showing off her legs, her beautiful little cunt. She smiled sexily.
"Mmmmm, so nice!" he moaned, stroking his cock.
She rolled her hips suggestively, pushing her pussy at him.
"Ohhhhh, honey!" he gasped. "Jerk off!" Tracey whispered. He hammered his cock.
"Yeah, oooooh, wow!"
"Oh, baby!" he panted. She turned around.
"And my ass, wanna see that?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder.
"Yeah! It's just the juiciest ass I've ever seen!" he cried.
"Jerk off to it then," Tracey said.
He beat his cock with a rigorous herky-jerky jack-stroke.
"An exceptional ass!" Mr. Palmer moaned. She threw her skirt up over her back, bent forward, put her hands an her knees, and undulated her ass in suggestive, sexy swirls.
His hand pumped sadistically on his huge cock.
Tracey dropped her skirt a little so it half-covered her ass. A very sexy look. She wagged her ass and turned back around. She slipped her hand into his sports jacket and took out her panties, then walked to him. She straddled his legs and sat down on his thighs. She took her panties, pushed them into his face and reached down, moving his hand off his cock.
Tracey grabbed his cock. "Oh, goody! It's so big and hard, and it's all slick, too!"
"Honey!"
Tracey beat a lavish, smooth stroke on his prick, pumping up and down with a tight fist as she sat on his legs, rolling her ass, humping in and out. She kept her blue panties mashed on his face.
Mr. Palmer flicked his tongue and licked her panties.
She lifted up, held his cock, guided it to her cunt. She rubbed the pricktip on her cuntslit, then fucked down onto the huge cock.
"Wheee, whooooo!" Tracey groaned as his prick slipped into her cunt.
"Just a quick little fuck, sir. Then I gotta go to class," Tracey said.
She fucked up and down, standing now. His prick was like a baton between them. She pushed down, slid her pussy on the stalk, then pulled up, fucking him.
Tracey mashed her panties tighter against Mr. Palmer's face.
"You like this, don't you?" she asked. "Oh, Tracey!" he moaned through the panties.
She fucked faster. She felt his prick give and she pulled off.
"Ahhhh!" he gasped.
Tracey grabbed his cock with both hands and pumped.
The giant cock backfired and spit a raging river of cum.
She backed up so the hot cream wouldn't splash on her school skirt. She jerked wildly. Mr. Palmer was carried away with the rapid rape of her hot little hands.
"Ah, honey!" he yelled. "Shoot it out, sir!" Tracey whispered. She jerked him dry, then backed off. "Got a hankie?" she asked. He slumped in his chair.
She took his hanky and wiped her hands. "I gotta go now, sir. I don't wanna be late for class."
"No, of course not, darling."
Tracey turned to go. Mr. Palmer leaped from his chair and fell to his knees, lifting her skirt. His tongue licked her asscrack.
"Ah, oof! Not there again! Oh, sir! Not my ass! Ah!"
But he was on it. His tongue lapped in electric elation up and down her asscrack, an encore from his past performance. Tracey was overjoyed with the happy tingle that simmered through her. Then he hit her asshole.
"Ahhoo! Boy! Whew!" Tracey cried. It was a remarkable feeling that possessed the beautiful girl. His tongue bristled in billowing laps at her tight asshole. He moved it up and down, beaming, glowing. He clutched her asscheeks and licked.
"Oh, stop! Stop that, sir!"
Mr. Palmer reached around and diddled a finger into her pussy.
Tracey came immediately.