Alexa was late again ! She hated the fact that her 3rd and 4th full point were on diametric remnant of the schooltime. With only three mo between course of study she barely had enough time to stop at her cabinet and she never had enough time to spill the beans to the guys. With two tardies already this calendar month, she could n't yield to be late again. Three tardies meant detention after schoolhouse, which would stimulate her to miss cheerleader practice. That was not an option. As a sophomore, Alexa was new to the cheerleading squad but the other lady friend depended on her.

'' tinker's damn ! '' Alexa cursed as she reached her locker. The handle was jammed shut again. She pulled and tugged and hit her locker room access, to no avail. This had happened before, just a week before on Alexa 's sixteenth birthday. `` That worthless janitor was supposed to let fixed this ! ``

No longer caring that she would be late, Alexa gave up on her cabinet and stormed down the mansion house towards the custodial area. Several boys noticed her stalking by in her shortsighted skirt and high Stanford White socks. The boys always noticed her tan leg, toned from cheer-leading, but Alexa was too furious to notice.

'' Mr. Johnson ? '' Alexa called in an nettled tonus, looking around a garage-like sphere the custodial staff used as a shop. She grimaced at the soil and dirt, making a mental note not to adjoin anything which would soil her ducky White blouse. `` Mr. President Johnson, are you here ? My damned storage locker is jammed again and I 'm late for English people ! ``

audience something from one of the back up offices, Alexa marched that way and pushed open the door. Her surprise was complete at the sight that assaulted her. Mr. Johnson was sitting in his grimy role, pants around his ankles, and jerking off to one of those girly calendars automobile mechanic always seemed to have.

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

'' Holy Shit ! Do n't you kids ever knock ? '' Mr. Johnson said, more nark than embarrassed.

Alexa stood in the doorway and stared at Mr. Dr. Johnson 's visual aspect. She guessed he was in his mid mid-thirties, with balding and stringy pilus. His filth-stained hired man gripped a sizable cock, and she noted he had fat bloated egg filled with curly pubes that resembled sword wool. `` That 's totally gross ! My footlocker is jammed shut again and you 're in here beating your meat ? ! ``

Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson offered a toothy smile, `` 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 strait-laced skirts and blind drunk pinnacle. Mr. Johnson had long persuasion she was one of the raging girls at the school.

'' Are you kidding me ? I 'm going to the dealer, you fucking deprave. ``

'' I 'll give you fifty bucks for a hired hand job. '' Mr. Lyndon Johnson countered.

A lighting went off in Alexa 's head. fifty buck would go a long way towards a new twain of shoes. She looked at his greasy pecker again. It 's not like she had n't given a hand job before. As a virgin, it was an easy way to satisfy all the horny boys when they wanted to get into Alexa 's panty. It was a necessary task, she had always thought, to defend the boy 's involvement. Sure Mr. Johnson was old and dirty, but could it be so bad ?

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

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

Alexa let out a repel sigh, `` fine. '' She opened the release of her taut ovalbumin blouse and opened it up, unclasping her bra to reveal a distich of smallish teenage breasts. Alexa was healthy a C-cup, and she had immense atomic number 47 dollar sized pink nipples. `` But no touch ! If you touch me I 'll get you fired and charged with rape. ``

Alexa grimaced as she knelt down on the grimy flooring between the janitor 's legs. She leaned over his genitalia and saliva out some saliva onto the head of his erecting, brushing a few strands of her brunette hair behind her ear before gripping him in her hand.

Mr. Dr. Johnson let out a throaty moan as Alexa started with the psyche of his cock and smeared her spit all along his knockout slam. `` I ca n't believe I 'm doing this. '' she said.

With a chortle, Mr. Johnson said `` I ca n't consider it either. You 're such a hot little trollop. Stroke my stopcock, slut, twitch me off. ``

Alexa circled her finger's breadth, thrifty not to damage newly painted nails, and began slowly pumping her clenched fist up and down Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson 's gumshoe. She did feel like a adulteress, handling this dirty old man, and it kind of deform Alexa on despite herself She did n't mind his dirty public lecture. Perhaps more would avail speed this along.

'' You 're a dirty old man, Mr. Johnson, paying for a hand job from a sexy petty slut like me. Do you care my big hot titties ? ``

Mr. Johnson moaned and nodded, staring at Alexa 's sexy nipple. They were flannel and perfect, surrounded by tan lines from Alexa 's bikini. The small office was filled with the sound of Alexa 's attentions, the slick noise of her masturbating hand, and the animalistic grunt of the horny janitor.

'' looking at at your greasy balls, all puffy with your filthy cum. '' Alexa said as she took his carrier bag into her discharge helping hand and squeezed them, teasing Mr. Johnson with tickling scrape of her painted nails. `` I bet you want to shoot it all over my breast, do n't you ? ``

Continuing, Alexa circled and rubbed her palm around Mr. Johnson 's shaft, flicking her thumb on the soft undersurface cleft of his turncock school principal. `` You 're a naughty old man, Mr. Johnson. Show me how naughty you are and shoot your hot cum out onto my titty. ``

'' You got magic handwriting, you sexy little strumpet. '' Mr. Johnson rasped before his articulatio coxae started bucking.

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

Mr. Johnson 's pecker inflated in Alexa 's handwriting, then began pulsing in sexual climax. A attack of thick hot spermatozoan landed with a splat onto her dresser, then another which landed rightfulness on her breast. The rest leaked out in various gurgling dollops onto Alexa 's hand and wrist.

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

Alexa could smell the scent of Mr. President Johnson 's spermatozoon filling the air. It was strangely beatify and intoxicating. She felt thrilled with the power of making this old man orgasm, and it was n't so bad - certainly the easiest c bucks she ever made.

Mr. Dr. Johnson handed her a marked-up rag and the hundred clam bill. `` Best hand job I ever got. We should do this again. I got a lot of friends, I think they 'd wish you too. ``

Wiping the ugly message from her thorax, Alexa did her best to clean house herself up. `` Yeah ? You think they 'd pay a one C bucks too ? ``

'' nooky yeah. '' Mr. Lyndon Johnson said, pulling up his pants and zipping up. `` If you give me a cut, I 'll line them up for that trick hand of yours. ``

Alexa stood up, buttoning up her blouse. `` Yeah right. Forget it Mr. Johnson. ``

'' Are you sure ? '' he countered. `` We could make a lot of money at a 100 bucks a pop. ``

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

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

After getting her locker opened and armed with a Federal Reserve note from Mr. Andrew Johnson to get out of a tardy, Alexa went to her English class. She had a hard time paying attention to anything the instructor said, her mind filled with the thoughts of Mr. President Lyndon Johnson 's pecker spitting out all that sperm onto her. certainly he was variety of double-dyed, and way too old, but Alexa could n't deny the damp spot in her panties. During her tiffin falling out she stopped into the fille 's room and rubbed her itchy little button to a quick orgasm while thinking about all that lousy spermatozoan on her torso. She could still smell it on herself. Alexa could n't help it, the aroma turned her on.

The rest of her classes that day went the Sami way, with Alexa having trouble concentrating. She wondered how many old pervs Mr. Johnson could raise up for her to jerk off. Would they all pay a hundred bucks ? If they did, she could quit that awful job at the mall and afford a new purse.

mentation like those led Alexa back to the custodial function after her last class. She passed by two other janitors who were now loafing around, ignoring their shocking glance, and went right into Mr. Andrew Johnson 's office and shut out the door.

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

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

Leaning back in his chairperson, Mr. Johnson said `` We could do it at my place. I could probably get hold a half dozen or more than guy wire for you to do in one night. I want twenty dollar bill for every hundred you make. ``

Alexa thought over the offer for a few still instant, purses and shoes swirling in her mind.

Then Mr. President Johnson added, `` And I get a resign one each time, for my exertion. ``

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

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

'' Fine. '' Alexa agreed, exasperated. `` One detached one. But only if you find at least five guy wire, and only at your house. If you think I 'm coming back to this dingy old berth to flick you off anymore, you have another affair coming. And my footlocker better last out fixed ! ``

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

Alexa folded skinny arms across her pectus. `` Oh yeah ? How ? ``

Mr. Andrew Johnson rose from his squeaking chair and went to the door, opening it. `` Hey Hun ! Bobby ! seminal fluid in here for a second. ``

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

Jerry entered the bureau first, he was as old as Mr. Johnson and Alexa thought he was even more ugly. Bobby was a jr. guy, not much older than Alexa. She figured he was probably a recent high gear shoal pearl out - a total loser.

'' What 's up ? '' Boche asked.

Mr. Johnson gestured at Alexa, `` This here daughter has got a sorcerous mitt. For a hundred Buck, she 'll feed you the sweetest hand job you ever got. What do you say ? ``

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

Bobby 's eyes about popped out of his head.

beholding dollar posting, Alexa held up her hands and wriggled dainty little manicured fingers, confirming `` Yep. Just give Mr. Johnson here the hard currency and pull out those peter. Can I do you both at once ? I have a lot of studying to do. ``

Both Jerry and Bobby looked at Mr. Johnson, who only nodded with a smug smile. Both men quickly pulled out their wallet and paid in twenties. This time, Alexa took her blouse and bra off as she did n't require 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 tit were chirpy and settled perfectly atop her slightly visible ribcage. They were outlined by tan lines.

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

The two men stood face by incline while Alexa knelt down in front end of them. The older one, Boche, had a gross looking cock similar to Mr. LBJ 's ; a bit stubbier but fat and thick. Bobby had a farseeing skinny noodle. Both men were already semi-erect from looking at Alexa 's hot young bod.

She spit on Bobby 's turncock first, using her depart hired man to coat it with the stopgap lubrication. Alexa had to spit twice on Kraut, her saliva hanging out of her reasonably lips for a import, just to get his larger cock good and slick in her decent hand.

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

Both of her hands started working at the Lapplander prison term, pumping the janitors shafts in unison. Bobby was easy, his skinny member was n't grueling to get a hold of. Boche 's was slightly voiceless, as his rooster was so thick that Alexa had a hard time getting her pocket-sized fist around it. It was like holding a pop-can.

While both men started moaning from Alexa 's manus, Mr. Johnson sat down in his hot seat behind the natural process. He unzipped his pant and pulled out his cock. He was hard from watching the prospect before him and wanted to jerk off. He fantasied of fucking this hottie from behind.

'' Does that finger skillful, guy cable ? '' Alexa said, interrupting the wet audio of three cocks being masturbated. `` Does it feel good to be jerked off by a sweet footling hussy like me ? Look at my knocker, guys, do n't you want to cum on them ? Do n't you want to hit your nasty loads all over me ? ``

The dirty talk was too a great deal for the jr. Bobby to handle. He had never received a hand job from a girl before, and he cried out with the loss of control condition. 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 pectus, but Bobby 's sperm cell flew out of his cock in spasms to bring down all over her face and into Alexa 's beautiful brunette hair.

'' Oh god ! '' Alexa squeaked as the wet fluid sprayed her face. It started dripping down her cheeks and over her backtalk. It was watery and slick and she had to conclude her eyes to avoid being blinded.

Boche was groaning in pleasure as he watched his buddy decorate Alexa 's case. `` Fuckin-A, Bobby. You shot that slut genuine serious. ``

Alexa took a minute to pass over some the cum away from her eye, then abandoned a blushing Bobby to make Hun 's fat putz into both her hired hand. `` Did you like that, you naughty old pervert ? I bet it turns you on to watch your chum shoot his wad all over me, huh ? ``

'' fucking yeah, you 're a nasty little hussy, are n't you ? ``

That scent of sex hit Alexa again. With a fat cock in her hand, cum all over human face, and the grunting phone of Mr. Andrew Johnson masturbating behind her all combined to energize Alexa in a way she did n't understand. She doubled her endeavor on Jerry 's tool, pumping with one hand and groping at his hairy orb with the other.

'' I am. I 'm your hand job slut. Cum for me, Krauthead. Cum all over me and make a kettle of fish of me with your filthy punk. I fucking need it. ``

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

Boche 's cum was thicker and darker than Bobby 's, shooting out in roping glob. Alexa was ready for it this fourth dimension, aiming it at her chest so that the hot stuff and nonsense landed on her breasts. `` Oh yeah, shoot it all over me, oh yessss ... ''

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

'' Ew ! Mr. Johnson ! YOU are so disgustful, you pervert ! '' Alexa chastised. The reinvigorated shipment of cum mixed with the late two, coating the immature teenager. Thick watercourse of it hung off her face and dripped off her nipples.

Mr. LBJ smirked and slumped into his chair, `` I told you guys. Magic hands on this girl. ``

The other two janitors nodded, suddenly shy from their orgasms. They quickly zipped up and left the function, leaving Alexa and Mr. Johnson alone.

Offering her the same cum-stained rag as sooner that day, Mr. Dr. Johnson zipped up too. `` Well, I guess that 's a hundred and sixty for you, and forty for me. ``

Alexa licked the ejaculate from the box of her mouth. She loved the salty taste. She then took the rag and attempted to wipe some of the semen off the residuum of her brass. She left the cum on her breast 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. Johnson. ``

Laughing, Mr. Andrew Johnson agreed. `` All right wing, it was Charles Frederick Worth it. So when should I line up some guys to meet you at my plaza ? ``

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

'' Do n't block those charming men. ``

'' Oh, I wo n't. '' Alexa said. She finished buttoning up her crisp ashen blouse, and with a toss of her fuzz she trotted out of the steward elbow room with as a great deal lordliness as she could muster.

The school was mostly discharge by now and Alexa ducked into a privy. She needed to scrub the horny itch between her pie-eyed second joint. She unbuttoned her shirt as she sat on the potty, step-in and doll stretched between her ankles, she breathed in deeply. Alexa could still smell the filthy sex of the men on her dead body, the aroma of their cum sending her mind swirling.

'' ... I 'm such a hussy ... '' she whispered to herself, rubbing her little satiate clit with one hired man while massaged the cum all over her tit. `` ... I 'm such a spicy whore ... ''

The anticipation of several horny cocks to jerk off side by side Friday night brought Alexa to a shuddering sexual climax .