Horny old men just can never get enough of a dirty young cheerleader slut. The way my perfect tight body looks in those Friday night lights is enough to make a perve pop in his pants right there in the stands. Sometimes I find a football father staring at me with his death rays during one of our cheers. I can’t help but lead him on, cheer fucking him with my sensual glare. It never takes more than a couple minutes till he is excusing himself to the bathroom, having to jerk his fuck stick right then and there. It was all fun and games for a sexy cheer slut like me. However, one evening the daring Dad wasn’t with his wife and pulled up with his Black SUV outside of our locker room offering me a ride.
He told me on the way how sexy my young body was. Of course, I was already well aware just how badly he wanted me. I spread my legs wide allowing the front of my white cotton panties to show. The outline of my bald pussy lips camel-toed the fabric, drawing the immediate attention of his eyes. I grabbed his hand and brought it to the inside of my thigh. His fingers began dancing against my soft flawless skin. I bit my lip and looked at him, his eyes darting back and forth between the road and my perfect body. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and he pulled over in the closed ballfields. His hands explored all over my body finally flipping up my cheer top to reveal my perfect erect nipples.
I moaned out as his mouth explored my perky breast. His free hand reached between my legs and stroked the outside of my soaking-wet cotton panties. He groaned kissing my neck and then my lips, complementing how my young body reacted to his engagement of me. I told him how much my young inexperienced pussy got so wet for such a mature man to explore me. Of course, the inexperienced was true though the phrase drove my suitor wild. He pulled my panties to the side and stuffed two of his fingers inside of me, groaning as he filled me up. I reached my arm over as he fumbled the front of his jeans spilling himself out into my hands. I stroked up the full length of his hard-on as he eagerly humped my fist like he was in heat. He groaned finger banging me, begging me to cum for him. As his breath increased in speed so did his humping of my hand till I was not doing anything more than holding him to jerk off in my fingers. Finally, he blew, it had probably felt like an hour to him however it was only 2 minutes. He apologized for blowing so fast, although I knew it was because he had been mentally fucking me for hours. He didn’t get me off but I allowed him to think he did. After all, I would never let him touch me again. I was done with him. Ha Ha.
He had no idea what bratty girl phone sex was in store for him when I invited him over to work on the group project. He came with rulers and templates and none of that was going to be needed so I couldn’t help but giggle. I watched him set up, fawned a little bit and leaned against him. He got so red faced and uncomfortable while I got very, very comfortable. “Let’s get to work.” I said the moment he finished. He still didn’t understand, and started talking about the project while I unzipped his pants and fished his dick right out. His eyes widened incredibly, but I wasn’t paying much attention to him anymore. He stammered something, as I stroked him hard and ready. “Can’t really focus before I’ve had my coffee.” I explain, “the coffee being your cum, in this instance.” The explanation was probably a bit much but he wasn’t clicking before this so I needed to be damn sure. He shot up like a rocket, and that was all I needed to be down, slurping his tip right up into my soft lips. My tongue rolled around him like a magic brush, painting a new orgasmic scene to blow his academically focused mind away.
