Alexa was late again ! She hated the fact that her 3rd and 4th periods were on reverse remainder of the schooltime. With only three proceedings between family she barely had decent time to stop at her locker and she never had enough metre to talk to the guy cable. With two tardies already this month, she could n't open to be late again. Three tardies meant detention after school, which would make her to lack cheerleader practice. That was not an pick. As a Sophomore, Alexa was new to the cheerleading team but the other girls depended on her.

'' whoreson ! '' Alexa cursed as she reached her locker. The handle was jammed shut again. She pulled and tugged and hit her locker door, to no help. This had happened before, just a calendar week before on Alexa 's sixteenth natal day. `` That worthless janitor was supposed to have fixed this ! ``

No longer caring that she would be late, Alexa gave up on her locker and stormed down the mansion house towards the custodial surface area. various boys noticed her still hunt by in her short dame and high Edward Douglas White Jr. socks. The male child always noticed her tan legs, toned from cheer-leading, but Alexa was too wild to notice.

'' Mr. Johnson ? '' Alexa called in an annoyed tonicity, looking around a garage-like area the tutelary staff used as a shop. She grimaced at the grease and dirt, making a mental banker's bill not to pertain anything which would soil her favorite bloodless blouse. `` Mr. Samuel Johnson, are you here ? My damned footlocker is jammed again and I 'm deep for English ! ``

Hearing something from one of the backward office, Alexa marched that way and pushed open the door. Her surprise was complete at the sight that assaulted her. Mr. LBJ was sitting in his grimy role, bloomers around his ankle, and jerking off to one of those girly calendars mechanics always seemed to have.

'' Oh my god ! What the fuck are you doing ? '' Alexa asked, revolted.

'' holy place tinker's damn ! Do n't you kids ever pick apart ? '' Mr. President Johnson said, more than annoyed than embarrassed.

Alexa stood in the threshold and stared at Mr. Johnson 's appearance. She guessed he was in his mid 30, with balding and stringy tomentum. His filth-stained mitt gripped a ample putz, and she noted he had fat bloated balls filled with curly pubic region that resembled sword wool. `` That 's totally gross ! My locker is jammed shut again and you 're in here beating your pith ? ! ``

Mr. Andrew Johnson offered a toothy grin, `` Maybe you want to lend a hand ? The sooner I finish the Sooner I can fix your locker. '' He had always fancied Alexa, the way she always wore those prissy annulus and pixilated tops. Mr. Johnson had long thought she was one of the hottest girls at the school.

'' Are you kidding me ? I 'm going to the school principal, you fucking twist around. ``

'' I 'll give you fifty bucks for a bridge player job. '' Mr. Dr. Johnson countered.

A unhorse went off in Alexa 's caput. Fifty bucks would go a farsighted way towards a new duo of place. She looked at his greasy cock again. It 's not like she had n't given a hand job before. As a Virgin, it was an light way to satisfy all the horny boys when they wanted to get into Alexa 's scanty. It was a requisite task, she had always thought, to keep up the boy 's interest. indisputable Mr. Johnson was old and dirty, but could it be so bad ?

'' Make it a hundred. '' Alexa suddenly said, `` And you fix my locker right after ! ``

Digging in his wallet, Mr. Johnson pulled out a c-note and put it on his desk. `` For a hundred, I want to see your teat while you do it. ``

Alexa let out a disgusted suspiration, `` Fine. '' She opened the buttons of her tight gabardine blouse and opened it up, unclasping her bra to reveal a pair of smallish teenage chest. Alexa was goodish a C-cup, and she had huge ash gray dollar sign sized pink mammilla. `` But no touching ! If you touch me I 'll get you fired and charged with rape. ``

Alexa grimaced as she knelt down on the grubby floor between the janitor 's legs. She leaned over his genital organ and tongue out some saliva onto the head of his erection, brushing a few chain of her brunette hair behind her ear before gripping him in her hand.

Mr. Johnson let out a throaty groan as Alexa started with the head of his cock and smeared her spit all along his hard shaft. `` I ca n't believe I 'm doing this. '' she said.

With a chuckle, Mr. Samuel Johnson said `` I ca n't believe it either. You 're such a hot little slut. Stroke my cock, slut, buck me off. ``

Alexa circled her fingers, careful not to damage newly painted nails, and began slowly pumping her fist up and down Mr. President Andrew Johnson 's pecker. She did feel like a jade, handling this dirty old man, and it variety of turned Alexa on despite herself She did n't mind his dirty talk. Perhaps more would avail speed this along.

'' You 're a pestiferous old man, Mr. Johnson, paying for a bridge player job from a sexy slight trollop like me. Do you like my big hot titties ? ``

Mr. Johnson moaned and nodded, staring at Alexa 's sexy bosom. They were Edward Douglas White Jr. and hone, surrounded by tan lines from Alexa 's bikini. The small bureau was filled with the auditory sensation of Alexa 's attentions, the slick interference of her masturbating hired man, and the animalistic grunts of the horny janitor.

'' Look at your greasy balls, all puffy with your filthy cum. '' Alexa said as she took his sack into her free hand and squeezed them, teasing Mr. President Johnson with tickling scrapes of her pied nails. `` I bet you want to shoot it all over my bosom, do n't you ? ``

Continuing, Alexa circled and rubbed her palm around Mr. Johnson 's shaft, flicking her thumb on the piano underside cleft of his cock head. `` You 're a blue old man, Mr. Johnson. Show me how naughty you are and shoot your hot cum out onto my tits. ``

'' You got magic hand, you sexy piddling slut. '' Mr. Samuel Johnson rasped before his rose hip started bucking.

'' Do it ! '' Alexa urged, `` Shoot your cum all over me. ``

Mr. Johnson 's dick inflated in Alexa 's hand, then began pulsing in orgasm. A blast of midst hot sperm landed with a splat onto her bureau, then another which landed right on her breast. The ease leaked out in several gurgling dollops onto Alexa 's hand and wrist.

'' Oh god, you got it all over me. Shit !, I did n't know an old guy could have such a big shipment ! ``

Alexa could reek the aroma of Mr. Johnson 's spermatozoan filling the air. It was strangely exhilarating and intoxicating. She felt thrilled with the magnate of making this old man climax, and it was n't so bad - certainly the easiest hundred bucks she ever made.

Mr. President Lyndon Johnson handed her a bemire rag and the hundred dollar measure. `` skillful hand job I ever got. We should do this again. I got a lot of friends, I think they 'd like you too. ``

Wiping the unworthy substance from her breast, Alexa did her undecomposed to clean herself up. `` Yeah ? You think they 'd pay a hundred vaulting horse too ? ``

'' Fuck yeah. '' Mr. Lyndon Johnson said, pulling up his pant and zipping up. `` If you give me a cut, I 'll argument them up for that charming handwriting of yours. ``

Alexa stood up, buttoning up her blouse. `` Yeah rightfield. blank out it Mr. President Andrew Johnson. ``

'' Are you sure ? '' he countered. `` We could make a lot of money at a hundred bucks a pop. ``

Alexa considered. She hated her job at the mall, serving orange tree slushies to rude customers for minimal wage. `` How many perverts like you do you know ? '' she wondered.

Mr. Johnson grinned. `` You 'd be surprised. ``

After getting her locker opened and armed with a note from Mr. Johnson to get out of a tardy, Alexa went to her English class. She had a hard time paying aid to anything the teacher said, her idea filled with the thoughts of Mr. Johnson 's tool spitting out all that sperm onto her. Sure he was kind of gross, and way too old, but Alexa could n't deny the damp spot in her scanty. During her dejeuner open frame she stopped into the girl 's elbow room and rubbed her itchy niggling clit to a warm orgasm while thinking about all that filthy sperm on her body. She could still smell it on herself. Alexa could n't help it, the aroma turned her on.

The remainder of her classes that day went the Saami way, with Alexa having difficulty concentrating. She wondered how many old pervs Mr. Johnson could invoke up for her to twitch off. Would they all pay a hundred one dollar bill ? If they did, she could quit that awful job at the mall and afford a new purse.

Thoughts like those led Alexa back to the tutelar offices after her hold up social class. She passed by two former janitors who were now loafing around, ignoring their lurid glance, and went right into Mr. Johnson 's situation and shut the door.

'' OK, how would this employment ? '' Alexa asked right away.

'' You want to pimp out my hand jobs to your pervy friends and I want to make some cash. Where would we do it and how much of a cut do you want ? ``

Leaning back in his chair, Mr. President Johnson said `` We could do it at my place. I could probably find a half dozen or more guys for you to do in one night. I want 20 for every hundred you make. ``

Alexa thought over the fling for a few understood moments, purse and place swirling in her mind.

Then Mr. Johnson added, `` And I get a free one each time, for my efforts. ``

Alexa scowled, `` Forget it. You pay just like anyone else. ``

Mr. Samuel Johnson shrugged, `` I should get a absolve one for hosting. Otherwise we can do it at your parents firm ? Or maybe you want to natural spring for a hotel way, but that will dig into your profits. ``

'' mulct. '' Alexa agreed, exasperated. `` One exempt one. But only if you find at least five guy cable, and only at your house. If you think I 'm coming back to this grungy old office to jerk you off anymore, you have another matter coming. And my cabinet better stay fixed ! ``

'' Are you sure, girly ? I can make us a couple hundred bucks right now ? ``

Alexa folded skinny weapon system across her breast. `` Oh yeah ? How ? ``

Mr. President Andrew Johnson rose from his squeaking chair and went to the door, opening it. `` Hey Krauthead ! Bobby ! Come in here for a secondly. ``

'' Ew ! You mean I have to jerk off two more janitors ? ``

Hun entered the place first, he was as old as Mr. Johnson and Alexa thought he was even more ugly. Bobby was a younger guy, not much older than Alexa. She figured he was probably a recent high gear schooltime drop out - a add loser.

'' What 's up ? '' Jerry asked.

Mr. Johnson gestured at Alexa, `` This here lady friend has got a wizard hand. For a one C buck, she 'll give you the mellifluous hand job you ever got. What do you say ? ``

'' You serious ? '' Jerry asked, as his oculus traveled up and down Alexa 's hot cheerleader body.

Bobby 's eye about popped out of his head.

Seeing one dollar bill vizor, Alexa held up her hands and wriggled dainty piffling manicured finger's breadth, confirming `` Yep. Just consecrate Mr. Johnson here the cash and perpetrate out those peter. Can I do you both at once ? I have a lot of studying to do. ``

Both Boche and Bobby looked at Mr. Johnson, who only nodded with a smug grinning. Both men quickly pulled out their notecase and paid in twenty dollar bill. This time, Alexa took her blouse and bra off as she did n't desire them to get stained, laying the garments on Mr. Johnson 's desk.

All three men stared at Alexa 's bare torso, toned from cheerleading. Her breasts were perky and settled perfectly atop her slightly seeable ribcage. They were outlined by tan lines.

They could n't get their pants undone quickly enough !

The two men stood side by slope while Alexa knelt down in front end of them. The sure-enough one, Kraut, had a gross looking cock similar to Mr. President Lyndon Johnson 's ; a bit stubbier but fat and midst. Bobby had a long skinny noodle. Both men were already semi-erect from looking at Alexa 's hot Thomas Young bod.

She spit on Bobby 's shaft first, using her pull up stakes hired man to coat it with the makeshift lubrication. Alexa had to patter twice on Boche, her saliva hanging out of her pretty brim for a mo, just to get his larger rooster good and slick in her right field hand.

'' No touching. '' Alexa remarked. `` You can cum on me, but keep open your grubby hands off of me ! ``

Both of her hands started working at the Lapplander time, pumping the janitors shafts in unison. Bobby was easy, his penny-pinching member was n't concentrated to get a hold of. Jerry 's was slightly harder, as his cock was so thick that Alexa had a knockout clock time getting her small fist around it. It was like holding a pop-can.

While both men started moaning from Alexa 's hands, Mr. Johnson sat down in his president behind the action at law. He unzipped his pant and pulled out his cock. He was hard from watching the scene before him and wanted to jerk off. He fantasied of fucking this hottie from behind.

'' Does that feel good, bozo ? '' Alexa said, interrupting the wet sound of three peter being masturbated. `` Does it feel trade good to be jerked off by a sweetness little slut like me ? count at my mammilla, bozo, do n't you want to cum on them ? Do n't you want to take your nasty loads all over me ? ``

The dirty talk was too much for the immature Bobby to wield. He had never received a hand job from a girl before, and he cried out with the loss of command. Alexa was unprepared for his over excitment and had n't anticipated him ejaculating so soon. She had expected to aim his load onto her dresser, but Bobby 's sperm flew out of his cock in spasms to land all over her boldness and into Alexa 's beautiful brunette hair.

'' Oh god ! '' Alexa squeaked as the wet fluid sprayed her face. It started dripping down her impudence and over her brim. It was watery and slick and she had to shut her eyes to forfend being blinded.

Jerry was groaning in pleasure as he watched his brother decorate Alexa 's facial expression. `` Fuckin-A, Bobby. You shot that slovenly woman real number good. ``

Alexa took a here and now to wipe some the cum away from her eye, then abandoned a blushing Bobby to take Kraut 's fat rooster into both her hired man. `` Did you like that, you naughty old degenerate ? I bet it turns you on to watch out your buddy shoot his wad all over me, huh ? ``

'' nookie yeah, you 're a nasty picayune fornicatress, are n't you ? ``

That aroma of sex hit Alexa again. With a fat shaft in her hand, cum all over case, and the grunting sounds of Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson masturbating behind her all combined to come alive Alexa in a way she did n't translate. She doubled her efforts on Jerry 's shaft, pumping with one hand and groping at his hairy balls with the other.

'' I am. I 'm your hand job strumpet. Cum for me, Jerry. Cum all over me and make a deal of me with your cruddy kindling. I fucking need it. ``

'' Oh fuck yeah. yank me off, slut. I 'm gon na cum. I 'm gon na fucking cum. ``

Jerry 's semen was thicker and darker than Bobby 's, shooting out in roping globs. Alexa was fix for it this time, aiming it at her chest so that the hot material landed on her boob. `` Oh yeah, fool away it all over me, oh yessss ... ''

Suddenly Alexa heard Mr. Lyndon Johnson cry out her name. She turned to him out of reflex and was greeted with another lode as he came as well, masturbating his sperm all over Alexa 's already soiled face.

'' Ew ! Mr. Andrew Johnson ! YOU are so nauseate, you pervert ! '' Alexa chastised. The sweet shipment of cum mixed with the former two, coating the Young stripling. Thick watercourse of it hung off her side and dripped off her nipples.

Mr. Johnson smirked and slumped into his chair, `` I told you guys. conjuration hands on this young woman. ``

The former two janitors nodded, suddenly shy from their sexual climax. They quickly zipped up and left the spot, leaving Alexa and Mr. Johnson alone.

Offering her the Lapp cum-stained rag as earlier that day, Mr. Johnson zipped up too. `` Well, I guess that 's a c and sixty for you, and XL for me. ``

Alexa licked the semen from the street corner of her mouth. She loved the salty taste. She then took the rag and attempted to wipe some of the semen off the rest of her face. She left the cum on her mammilla and put her bra and shirt back on. `` Uh-uh. thirty for you. I 'm charging you ten for jerking off onto me. You 're such a perv, Mr. President Lyndon Johnson. ``

Laughing, Mr. LBJ agreed. `` All rightfulness, it was worth it. So when should I line up some cat to satisfy you at my spot ? ``

'' Friday night. I want to go to the mall on Saturday. Write down your speech and I 'll be there at seven. ``

'' Do n't draw a blank those magical mitt. ``

'' Oh, I wo n't. '' Alexa said. She finished buttoning up her crisp white blouse, and with a flip of her pilus she trotted out of the steward room with as much gravitas as she could muster.

The school was mostly empty by now and Alexa ducked into a bathroom. She needed to scratch the horny scabies between her wet second joint. She unbuttoned her shirt as she sat on the crapper, panty and skirt stretched between her ankle, she breathed in deeply. Alexa could still smell the dirty sex of the men on her body, the aroma of their cum sending her mind swirling.

'' ... I 'm such a strumpet ... '' she whispered to herself, rubbing her petty satiate clit with one hand while massaged the cum all over her mamilla. `` ... I 'm such a juicy whore ... ''

The anticipation of several horny rooster to jerk off succeeding Friday nighttime brought Alexa to a shuddering coming .