4 comments/ 110645 views/ 20 favorites Magic Hands Ch. 01 By: VANovice Saturday night/Sunday morning, 2:30 a.m. His hazel eyes wanted to close, but Will knew that he had to keep his wits about him now, especially considering that he was driving home along a stretch of highway renowned for being a speed trap and had, perhaps, had one too many Bombay Sapphire and tonics at the bar. To some degree, the latter was related to his continued failure to meet "the right girl." Ever since his breakup with Marissa three years previous, Will had been both disillusioned at the thought of being in a romantic relationship and craving such a relationship more and more each day. Or was it simply sex that he wanted? A not-unattractive young man of 28, his short sandy blonde hair now reeking of cigarette smoke and liquor, Will thought about all of the scantily-clad, desirable young things he had seen tonight. Most of them couldn't have been much older than his 20-year-old sister, so initially, he had rationalized his failure to "score" away by telling himself that they would have found him to be too mature for their needs (i.e., a "don't ask questions, just fuck me" kind of attitude). Still, the thought of turning one of those hot little honeys around, yanking up her short, flimsy skirt, pulling her thong to the side, and taking her right there in the crowded watering hole held a good deal of appeal for the 6'1" junior editor. If only... Suddenly, straight ahead of him, was an orange traffic cone. Will swerved to the right to avoid it, but in so doing, took his car over the shoulder and violently into the ditch. Although he was wearing his seat and lap belts and the airbag deployed properly, Will's forearms were thrust back with such ferocity that, in the seconds before he lost consciousness, he felt the most searing pain of his life shoot from his fingertips to the nape of his neck. Sunday afternoon, 5 p.m. Will tried lifting the spoonful of green Jell-O to his mouth with his left hand, but was finding it difficult. He had awakened from his accident-induced unconsciousness about 9 a.m. to find himself in a nondescript hospital room with a cast around his right wrist. Subsequently, he learned from the harried doctor on rounds that he had broken his wrist, but was otherwise relatively unscathed from the accident. He even found out that his car, save for two bald tires, wouldn't need major repairs. Not that he would be driving for a while, anyhow. He would be discharged from the hospital Monday morning, but would be in the cast for at least a month, which meant that his day-to-day work and everyday life would be impossible. For that, Will was actually somewhat grateful; his job bored him to tears, so a month off – even if it meant he would be left-handed and somewhat useless – was an enticing prospect. After he had managed to get through most of his meal and didn't want any more, the pain in his wrist grew and he stretched to hit the "call" button, thinking that he'd get a pain pill or some relief of some kind. In about 45 seconds, a young, petite, dark-haired, olive-skinned nurse – about his age, he figured – walked into his room. "What do you need?" she asked, somewhat exasperated that she had rushed in here and not found some emergency requiring her immediate attention. "My wrist is killing me. Have anything to help with that?" "Let me check," she said as she walked out of Will's room. About a minute passed before the raven-haired RN came back into the room, this time, cup and painkiller in hand. "This should do the trick – for a couple of hours, at least," she said as she placed the two items in Will's open left palm. As she leaned nearer to pass him the cup, he could now read her name tag – Natalie Turner. "Thanks," Will said as he gulped down the lukewarm water and the painkiller. If she took her hair down out of that ponytail – and stepped out of those awful salmon-colored scrubs – she'd probably be pretty hot, Will thought. Then again, his mind continued, I think pretty much every girl that doesn't look like my mom is hot. "If you can, once the pain subsides a bit, try to exercise your hand by turning it side to side, making fists, and so on. That should speed the recovery process somewhat. My guess is that you'll still have to do some PT once the cast comes off, but..." "Will do – thanks again." With that, Nurse Turner left. In five minutes, Will felt better – a bit loopy, but better. He tried to focus on the baseball game on the TV, but to no avail. He soon fell back asleep. Sunday evening, 8:15 p.m. Bit by bit, Will awoke to find the nurse cautiously checking his cast and his swollen right hand. A quick flash on her left hand told him that she was yet another woman his age who was "attached" and, therefore, he assumed, unavailable to him. He opened his eyes as wide as he could and yawned. At this, Nurse Turner turned to face him and smiled. "Have a nice nap?" "I guess. Didn't think about the pain for a while." Natalie went back to studying the cast and Will's hand for any abnormalities beyond that which was to be expected only 18 hours or so since a pretty major break. "That's good. As the doctor said earlier, you'll be out..." She stopped mid-sentence, laid Will's hand gently on the bed, turned, slowly walked to the armchair to the right of Will's bed, and sat down. "You okay? Or should I ask, 'Am I okay?'" The nurse said nothing, but seemed to be staring straight ahead. "Hey, um, Nurse – Natalie, right...you okay?" Will was, to say the least, perplexed. One minute, she's going over my cast and the next, she's a fuckin' zombie, he thought. "Do you want me to call the nurse's station?" "No," the nurse said. It sounded like she had been drugged. "What do you need then?" "I'm not sure. I...I..." "You what?" A look of true fear shown through in the young nurse's eyes. "I need to be told what to do." "Huh?" "I...I need to be told what to do." "Aren't you trained to handle broken wrists?" "Yes, but...I mean..." Holy shit, Will thought. This chick is in some kind of trance. I don't know how or why, but it's cool as hell. "You want me to tell you what to do – is that it?" "I...think so," the scared nurse said meekly. It's like Christmas in July. Will's internal monologue was proceeding at a mile a minute. "Tell me your full name." "Natalie Christine Turner." This voice was much more self-assured. Must be because there's someone "in control" now, Will mused. "How old are you?" "25." "Are you married?" "No." "Engaged?" "No." "Why do wear that big rock on your left hand then?" "To keep creepy guys from hitting on me." What a bitch – a bitch getting more attractive by the second, but a bitch nevertheless, Will thought. "When was the last time you had sex?" "Two weeks ago." "With who?" "My ex." "Did you have an orgasm?" "Yes, but not from intercourse. He..." She bit her lower lip. "He what?" "He...he..." Will noticed that he was getting aroused at this quasi-conversation and rubbed his dick under the covers. It was difficult seeing that he wasn't used to doing that with his left hand. "Yes?" "He licked me and stuck a finger in my butt at the same time," Natalie blurted out. At this admission, her previous timidity seemed to reassert itself. "Does talking like that embarrass you?" "Yes." "What if I told you that you don't have to be embarrassed?" At that comment, Nurse Turner sat up straight in her chair and smiled suggestively at Will. "It doesn't embarrass me any more," she said confidently. "That's good." How far can I go with this? the patient wondered. "You enjoy sex, don't you, Natalie?" "Yes, very, very much." "From now on, when you answer me, call me 'Sir.' Is that understood?" "Yes, sir," she said, still smiling. "What is your best physical feature?" "My butt, sir" "You mean your ass, don't you?" "Yes, sir – my ass, sir." "You are to be as explicit as possible when you speak of sexual things to me, okay?" "Yes, sir." "Take your hair out of that ponytail and shake it loose." Without another word, the nurse did as she was told. Unbound, her locks fell just beyond her shoulders. "Now, stand up." She complied. "Close the door, lock it, turn that chair around, and pull those scrubs down so I may see if you are right to be proud of that ass." Without hesitation, Natalie jumped to her feet turned the Scandinavian-style chair around. Then, she grabbed at the waistband of her scrubs with both hands. "Do it slowly – like you're trying to seduce me." The nurse glanced lasciviously over her shoulder as she leisurely wiggled her way out of the loose-fitting pants. She was somewhat clumsy in getting them over her sneakers, but she made it through that ordeal without falling over. She then removed her shoes and white athletic socks, rested her waist on the back of the chair, and bent over. What Will saw was truly a sight to behold. The pliant woman was wearing ivory-colored boy shorts that hugged a backside that defied description. It was plump yet firm and Will began to wonder if the old joke about bouncing a quarter off of a tight rear was, in fact, a possibility in this instance. Then, there were her legs. It was obvious that she worked out – probably running – on a regular basis because her bronze-tinted lower limbs were toned and curved in all the right places...not a depression or blemish to be found. "That's very nice, Natalie." "Thank you, sir." "How do you feel right now?" "Really horny," Natalie said, a new husky lustfulness in her voice. "Why?" "Because I'm sticking my ass out at you, sir, and thinking about something being stuck up it." Will couldn't believe what he was hearing and seeing. It seemed he had some sort of power over this hot piece of ass and he was enjoying it more and more with each passing moment. "Like what?" "A finger, sir, or maybe a tongue?" Will was rock hard now. He could feel the pre-come sticking to his hospital gown. "Turn that chair back around, sit down, put your legs over the arms of the chairs, and touch yourself through your panties." The half-clothed RN did as she was told and soon, the slow pace of her hand across her silk-covered crotch quickened. "You are not allowed to come." "Yessss, sir," Natalie panted. It was clear to Will that she would be coming soon if he didn't tell her otherwise. "That's enough of that for now. I want to see what's under that top. Stand up and strip that off for me – just like you did with those pants." About 30 seconds later, she was free of that pesky top. Her bra appeared to be of the same material and color as her panties. She didn't have large breasts, but they looked wonderful to Will. "What size are your breasts?" "My tits are 34B, sir." "Do you like it when someone touches them?" "Oh yes, sir." "Are your nipples hard now?" "Yes, sir." "Show me." She undid the front clasp, shrugged, and the white bra fell to the floor. Will saw that she was, in fact, telling the truth; they weren't standing up very far, but her areolae were large and much darker than the surrounding skin. He wasn't going to be able to take much more of this. "Can you lick your own nipple?" "I've never really tried, sir." "Sit back down, put your right hand in your panties, use your left hand to push your left nipple toward your mouth so that you can at least try to lick it, and play with yourself." Natalie shoved her right hand down her pants, began diddling herself, and strained to tongue her breast. After some effort, the latter task was successful and audible moans emanated from her occupied mouth. "That's good, isn't it?" She stopped licking for a moment to answer her newfound master. "Yes, sir." Then, she continued masturbating. As before, Will could tell that she was getting closer and closer to coming, so he told her to stop. "You're all wet now, aren't you?" "Yes, sir," the nurse said, trying to catch her breath. "Good. Now, it's time for me to have a little bit of fun. Pull those panties off." Natalie remained seated, lifted her legs in unison, and slid her undergarment down her shapely legs. He could see just a small "landing strip" of ebony pubic hair creeping up from her snatch. "Crawl over to my bed." It wasn't very far from the chair to the bed, but somehow Natalie "knew" that Will wanted her to crawl very deliberately to him. She remained on all fours upon arriving at the bed. "Stand up and pull my covers down." As she did so, she noticed the bulge and tiny wet spot on Will's gown. "Pull my gown up and worship my cock." Will wasn't sure how this "command" would manifest itself in the nurse's action, but he soon found out. When she first saw his bare penis – not very large, mind you (about 6" in length and not particularly thick) – it was as if she had never seen one before but wanted to do all sorts of naughty things with it. She didn't dare touch it, however, without his explicit permission. "Rub yourself a little more and then let me see if you're still excited." The instant her hand grazed her loins anew, a fire coursed through her body and she wanted to scream. He had not told her that she could come, though. "Stop – let me see." Nurse Natalie held her glistening right hand close to Will's face. He leaned forward and licked it. She definitely ready for something, he thought. "Get up on the bed, straddle my face, and suck my cock." Will had never 69ed with a woman before, but thought this the perfect opportunity. Her lips – both sets – were wrapped around his cock and his fingers, respectively, like vise grips. Natalie's tongue bathed Will's swollen member with her warm saliva and distributed it evenly with her nimble right hand while Will poked her pussy with two, then three, fingers acting as pistons – in and out, in and out – at a fever pitch. It wasn't as good as he could've done with his right hand, but he'd manage. He also flicked his tongue across her hard clitoris from time to time, which brought forth a whimper from the cocksucking nurse. Time seemed to stand still for Will; he couldn't believe that he hadn't come the second Natalie touched him down there. He now knew she wouldn't come until and unless he told her to. Between gasps for air, Will virtually shouted, "Natalie, stop blowing me right now!" He wanted to concentrate on her for a while. Although he probably thought that women would find him insincere at saying so, he was much more interested in making his sexual comrade come than coming himself; after all, he could do that with a dirty movie and his usually agile right hand. It wasn't every day that he could make a woman come. "Get off of me, but remain on all fours on this bed. Is that clear?" The disheveled nurse managed a "Yes, sir." Will now sat up, rubbed her sopping twat a few more times – much to Natalie's apparent delight – and then encircled her asshole with his moistened thumb. "Oooh," cooed the tractable Natalie. "I like that, sir." "Do you? Good." With that, he eased his thumb cautiously inside her backdoor and wiggled it around as much as he could, which wasn't much as she was exceptionally tight. His ass-enveloped digit soon moved more freely within her, so he ventured to put his index finger there as well. As he did so, a banshee's shriek came from Natalie's mouth. "Aaaaaah! Fuck yes!" "Keep it down," Will instructed. Her pleasure continued unabated, but was inaudible unless you were within finger-fucking distance. Will now attempted to repeat the stimulating method he had used on her pussy. Pulling his fingers out of her ass then pushing them gently back in, she inhaled and exhaled sharply in perfect rhythm with his hands movements. His pace quickened and her passion ignited further with each thrust being more forceful than the last. Though Will's cock had softened somewhat since she stopped blowing him, it still was serviceable for further action and, as such, he stopped fingerfucking her still-fairly-tight asshole and spoke. "Start sucking my cock again, but don't use your hands – mouth only. And stick your pointer and middle finger up your ass while you're doing it." Natalie repositioned herself, resting her left elbow on the bed and using her right hand as her instrument of anal pleasure. All the while, Will fucked her mouth with rapidity in an effort to get as hard as he had before. As Natalie struggled to stay focused – it was difficult to not bite down with two fingers up her ass – Will's cock felt, to him, as it had never felt before. It felt nearly indestructible; that is, it seemed as if he could go on and on without coming. This was a revelation – or was it a hallucination? Upon Will's next command, the hallucinatory hypothesis was thrown out the window. "Okay, baby – stand up on the bed, turn around so that you're facing away from me, and lower your sweet little asshole onto my cock." The thought of doing something he had only seen in pornos – reverse cowgirl anal – almost caused Will to lose it right there and then, but he managed to keep himself together as Natalie's perfect rear descended toward his groin. "Oh...my...God," Natalie whispered hoarsely as every millimeter of Will's dick crept deeper and deeper inside her heretofore unfucked butt. Once all of it was inside of her, she raised her hips slightly as to withdraw it almost completely from her. She relaxed a bit and impaled herself again on his cock. She had never felt this good in her life – not even from that ex who had a full 10 inches. She trembled with pleasure as she leaned back and, with straight arms, pushed forcefully back into the mattress on either side of Will. Will just laid there and let her fuck him. He reached around with his good hand and was able to locate her slit. As she continued to bounce up and down on his cock, the touch of his fingers on her engorged clit drove her to the brink of collapse. "You like this, bitch?" Will demanded through clenched teeth. "Fuck yes, sir. Fuck my ass harder, sir!" He felt it building up in his cock and knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for long. "Lay down on your back and hold your legs behind your head," he ordered breathlessly. The shaft plunged back into Natalie's hole with renewed vigor and he resumed the stimulation of her swollen love button. "Can...I...come, sir?" she asked quickly as he was in mid-thrust. "I want to you squirt as you come – do you hear me – and you can't come until I say so!" "Oooh, yessss, ssssir!" Then, Will picked up his pace. It would only be a few short seconds before he shot a hot load into her tight little ass. "Come! Now!" "Sirrrrrr!" Will felt her asshole grow even more snugly and then a little fountain of clear, somewhat viscous fluid spurted out of Natalie's pussy. Her mouth opened wide, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she shook for what seemed, to Will, like an eternity. The multiple sensations – seeing her squirt, hearing her come with numerous gasps, watching her body contort so – were too much for Will to bear. His head jerked back as his cock convulsed and blew what felt like a pint of come into Natalie's previously virgin asshole. After about 30 seconds, his cock stopped pulsing, rapidly shrank to its usual size, and slid out of her anus. They both lay there, wholly spent. Even while his new "toy" lay there with him, her newly-initiated backside spooning against his still-recovering cock, Will knew that he had to figure out how this happened, but first, he had to make sure that this nurse didn't turn into some mindless nymphomaniac roaming the halls of the city's busiest hospital. "Natalie, you have to keep what just happened to yourself. When I say so, you will go to the bathroom, clean yourself up, get dressed, leave my room, and for the rest of the world, pretend that none of this has happened. Do you understand?" Magic Hands Ch. 01 "Yes, sir." "Okay now – go on, get cleaned up and get out of here...and thank you." She was gone within five minutes. Her colleagues inquired as to her whereabouts for the last 45 minutes, but were satisfied when she said that she had to run an errand and forgot to tell them that she'd be stepping out for a while. Monday afternoon, 2:30 p.m. Will was still in a daze over the previous night's events. He didn't know where to begin. The Internet might be of some help, but it would take a while to get anywhere considering he'd be typing with only one hand. He surfed to his favorite search engine and typed in "trance" and "sex" as the search terms. Too many hits resulted and none of them appeared to be what he was looking for. Will racked his brain. What happened right before she went under, he thought. "Let's try this," he said to himself, keying in "wrist" and "trance." "Bingo!" The third hit referred him to a website about involuntary hypnotic syndrome, an extremely rare condition appearing only in males in which a woman who touches his hand will become powerless, docile, and very open to suggestion. Will could scarcely believe his good fortune. Somehow, by getting in that accident, he had tapped into some hypnotic gold mine. He felt the possibilities were virtually limitless, but wondered if his "powers" would remain after his wrist had healed. Only time would tell. TO BE CONTINUED... Magic Hands Ch. 02 On Thursday night, in the front seat of a four-door sedan parked outside her parent's house, Sloan was jerking off Kevin, the star running back of her high school football team. The two had just been out on a date and the young man had been pleading to have sex. "I don't put out on a first date." Sloan told him, "But I'll give you a hand job." The truth was that Sloan never put out. She was a virgin and intended to stay that way. At least until college. But a girl had to have a social life, and jerking off the boys seemed to placate their libidos enough to string them along for a few dates. As she worked her fist up and down her date's cock, Sloan thought about what had recently happened at school. She had given three janitors hand jobs and each of them paid her a hundred buck to do it. None of them were nearly as cute as Kevin, but for some reason Sloan didn't feel the same charge out of jerking this boy off like she did those janitors. Could it be because she wasn't getting paid? Sloan could just imagine the look on Kevin's face if she demanded a hundred dollars for a hand job after he had already sprung for dinner and a movie. "Are you close?" Sloan asked, growing increasingly disinterested. Kevin nodded and was starting to breath heavily, "Yeah...faster. Pump me faster." Furrowing her brow, Sloan increased the pace of her motions. 'What is wrong with me?' she wondered. She had this totally hot guy's cock in her hand, but it wasn't turning her on like it did when she jerked off Mr. Anderson and his two pervert buddies. Maybe some dirty talk would speed things up and Sloan could be done with this frustrating date. "I love jerking you off, Kevin. Your cock is so big." Sloan lied. "Do you have a big load for me, baby? Are you going to shoot a big load of cum?" Kevin's face contorted and he grunted as though in pain, semen springing up and out of his cock with a sudden rush. Sloan continued jacking him until his sperm was done gurgling out. It had gotten all over her hand and Sloan dug for a tissue in her purse to clean it up. "I better go." Sloan said, unable to get out of the car fast enough. "We have school in the morning. See you tomorrow?" Once inside her bedroom, Sloan sighed in irritation. Something was wrong. Why didn't she get turned on like before at school? Why didn't Kevin's cock arouse her like those filthy janitors? Deep down she knew the answer to that question. Jerking off her date wasn't slutty enough. It didn't make her feel whorish and dirty, like when Mr. Anderson paid her. Sloan looked at herself in the mirror and ran a hand through her long curly blonde hair. She talked to her own image, saying "Great. So now I need to prostitute myself to get turned on. You're a real piece of work, you know that Sloan?" Looking down on her make-up table, Sloan saw the piece of paper with Mr. Anderson's address. They had arranged to meet at his place on Friday night where Mr. Anderson was supposed to have several paying customers lined up for her hand jobs. All week long she wasn't sure she would go through with it, but after her date with Kevin Sloan now couldn't wait for tomorrow. Classes on Friday seemed to take forever and Sloan had trouble paying attention. She wondered if the janitor had found any guys and what they would be like. During lunch period she saw Mr. Anderson sweeping in the hallway. He was a man in his early fifties wearing a pair of faded and stained custodial coveralls and had balding grey hair. Sloan stared at him for a few moments and found she couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Anderson's hairy balls or the way his cum smelled when the old pervert sprayed it all over her. Those thoughts made Sloan's clitoris itch. "Ew. Something is definitely wrong with me." she muttered, approaching the sweeping figure. "Hey Mr. Anderson, we still on for tonight?" Mr. Anderson looked up from his chore to see Sloan dressed in her cheerleader outfit. 'She must have practice after school', he thought, noticing how tight and tanned her thighs looked beneath the short skirt. "We sure are, I got seven or eight guys coming over. You still have my address?" Sloan nodded. "I'll be there at seven, after practice." she said, then turned swiftly to make her skirt twirl. She didn't know why, but Sloan briefly lifted the backside of her skirt to give Mr. Anderson a view of her panty-covered ass as she walked away. Something about the way he looked at her made Sloan feel dirty and cheap. Why did that turn her on so much? Cheerleader practice finally came to a conclusion and Sloan rushed out to the car her daddy had purchased for her eighteenth birthday. Hiking up her skirt, Sloan pushed her panties down to stretch between her thighs and started rubbing her pussy. "Oh god." she moaned. "I'm going to jerk off a bunch of complete strangers for money. I'm such a whore...I'm a total fucking slut." Two fingers served to stretch back the hood of her clit as a middle finger danced over the aroused little button. Whorish thoughts filled her mind and brought Sloan to a shuddering orgasm, her young cunt leaking its arousal all over the seat. Satisfied for the moment, Sloan started the car and reached for the address in her purse. Several other cars were parked in Mr. Anderson's driveway and in front of the house when Sloan arrived; it appeared that the janitor had kept his word. Sloan tossed a hand through her hair and adjusted the skirt of her cheerleader outfit. "Here we go." she said to herself. "Time to earn some money." Mr. Anderson greeted Sloan at the door and welcomed her inside. Sloan noticed that the older man wasn't nearly as gross when he wasn't wearing custodial clothes and filled with grease. He was dressed in simple jeans and a tee shirt. With his balding grey hair combed, the man seemed fatherly and pleasant. "You're just in time, the guys are getting a little antsy." Mr. Anderson commented. Eight other men were loitering around Mr. Anderson's living room, drinking cans of beer and making small talk. Sloan noticed that all eyes turned to her when she entered the house, most of them staring at her tight cheerleader outfit and trim thighs. The way the men leered at her made Sloan feel slutty and excited. "Where did you find all these guys?" Sloan whispered to Mr. Anderson, looking amongst the men. She didn't recognize any of them. "Most are my poker buddies." Mr. Anderson replied. "One of them is my neighbor." Mr. Anderson put his hand on Sloan shoulders and announced to the men, "Guys, this is Sloan, the one with the magic hands. It's a hundred bucks per hand job. You can cum on her if she says it's okay, but no touching. If you get too frisky I'll throw your ass out and you won't be invited back if there is a next time. Everybody understand?" The collection of men nodded and murmured their agreements. Sloan looked up at Mr. Anderson beside her, silently thanking him for warning the men against touching her. Giving all these perverts hand jobs was one thing, but she didn't want them groping on her or thinking she'd put out any further. "Where do you want me to jerk them off?" Sloan asked bluntly. "You can use my bedroom, it's down the hall. Why don't you go get ready and I'll send in the first one after a couple minutes." Mr. Anderson replied. Sloan blew the guys a kiss and a wink then trotted down the hallway, her ass wriggling enticingly and with purpose. Once in the bedroom, Sloan tossed and ruffled her curly hair. She took off the top of her cheerleader outfit, then her bra, and laid them on the bed. Smiling, she noticed that Mr. Anderson had set out some towels and a bottle of sex lube for her. He was kind of sweet, in a pervy sort of way. Taking a moment to pinch and play with the nipples of her barely B-cup breasts, Sloan got her pink little buds nice and erect; she wanted the men to have something to see, which would help her get them off quickly. Taking a deep breath in anticipation of the first guy, Sloan reminded herself this was about money. Each hand job meant a pair of shoes, a pretty purse, or a hot new outfit. But deep inside she couldn't deny the thrill she was experiencing thinking about all those guys out there waiting to have an orgasm from her hand. Her pussy was already starting to itch. Then the door opened, and the first guy walked in. He was a rotund man, probably in his forties. He looked nervous. "Hi." Sloan greeted, smiling at the man. It was obvious he was looking at her bare chest. "Do you like my tits? They're kind of little, but they're nice and soft." "Uh, y-yeah. They're really nice." The man stammered. Giggling, Sloan told him "Why don't you take your dick out? I'd love to get you off." The man quickly undid his trousers, pushing them down along with his boxers. He had a fat belly and a short stubby penis. Sloan chuckled silently in her mind, figuring this guy hadn't seen his own cock beneath that big belly for a long time. It didn't matter. He was just a hundred dollar bill to her. She reached for the bottle of lube on the bed, squirted some onto her palm, then got on her knees. The rotund man was still mostly soft, so Sloan started smearing the lube all over him with her neatly manicured fingers and played with his balls. As his erection grew, Sloan frowned in frustration. His little dick wasn't really long enough for a good stroking motion. She improvised and squeezed him tightly, just circling her fist back and forth while occasionally yanking on the thing and tickling his scrotum. The man panted wordlessly, quickly and easily aroused by Sloan's manipulations. He barely lasted a minute, squirting out a meager amount of sperm onto Sloan's wrist; she was disappointed there wasn't more. Embarrassed and shy, the man quickly restored his pants and shuffled out of the bedroom. The second guy had a larger member and Sloan was enjoying stroking him. He wasn't as meek as the first man and talked dirty to Sloan. "God damn sweetheart, you got some pretty little breasts. Jerk me off baby. Faster. Faster, that's it, jerk me off real good. Oh fuck yeah." "Mmm." Sloan replied, encouraging him. "You have such a nice cock. I love jerking it off for you. Do you want to cum on me? You can cum on my tits if you like." Sloan squirted some more lube onto his shaft to get it good and slick in her hand. She sensed he liked swift strokes so jerked his cock off with a burring fist. She felt his cock get hard and surge; Sloan anticipated he was about to orgasm. "Oooh, are you going to cum baby?" she cooed as he grunted, aiming his sperm at her chest while he exploded. There was a copious amount and Sloan's breasts was thoroughly coated with the pearly fluid. With one of the towels Mr. Anderson had left for her in hand, Sloan was about to clean herself up when the third guy walked in. "Leave it." he said. "You look like a hot fucking whore with that load on you." That sent a charge through Sloan's pussy, being called a whore, and for the rest of the night she didn't bother wiping up any of the cum the men shot on her; and she made sure they all shot on her. Some of the guys wanted to cum on her face, while others shot it all over her breasts and trim little tummy. Even Sloan's skirt was stained with the stuff and it dripped off her thighs. By the time she finished jerking off the last guy the bedroom reeked of sex and male spunk. It was a heady aroma that turned Sloan on. Her pussy was on fire from a horny itch and she wanted desperately to masturbate, but then one of the men came back in. They wanted seconds! Out in the living room, Mr. Anderson kept collecting the money and sending the men in one by one. When the guys finally had enough, he held open the door and waved to each as they left, promising he'd let them all know when the girl with the magic hands wanted to do this again. Mr. Anderson locked the door and adjusted his pants. He had a massive erection and was ready for the free hand job he and Sloan had negotiated. Mr. Anderson wasn't quite prepared for the sight that greeted him when he walked back to the bedroom. Sloan had stripped completely naked and was laying on the floor with a hand between her legs. Semen covered her body, hanging from her face and breasts. Some of it was growing dry and sticky. Masturbating her clit furiously, Sloan was moaning "...I'm such a naughty slut...oh god...I'm a fucking whore...all those cocks...all those cocks..." "Jesus...Sloan?" Mr. Anderson said, staring at her enticing body. She was the hottest thing he'd ever seen, with a slender frame outlined in bikini tan lines. Her breasts were small but the nipples were perfectly pink and puffy from arousal. Sloan's flat naval was pierced above the trimmed natural blond hairs of her sweet pussy. She looked like a sexy feline lost in the heat of arousal, writhing on the floor. "I'm a nasty whore, Mr. Anderson." Sloan panted, inhaling the scent of cum all over her body and lost in the bliss of orgasm. "I'm a filthy fucking whore. Oh god, I'm cumming...I'm cumming...!!" Dumbfounded but extremely aroused, Mr. Anderson didn't know what to do. His erection was telling him he should have sex with this girl. Yet Mr. Anderson felt responsible for Sloan. He decided to do the right thing and knelt down to gather her into his arms. "Let's get you cleaned up, okay Sloan?" With half-lidded eyes, Sloan was like a limp doll in Mr. Anderson's arms, a hand still between her legs. He carried her into the bathroom and stood her up, starting the shower. Figuring she was too delirious to do it herself, Mr. Anderson took off his clothes and went into the shower stall with her. Leaning heavily against her pimp, Sloan let the hot water wash over her naked body, rinsing the sticky jism off her skin. Mr. Anderson had a washcloth and was wiping her off gently, which felt really nice. "You know at first I thought you were kind of a gross old perv, Mr. Anderson." Sloan murmured. "But I guess it's me that's all fucked up, huh?" "Shh, it's okay sweetheart. The situation just got a hold of you, that's all." Mr. Anderson assured her, the water running over both of them. "And my name is Thomas. Tom, to my friends. 'Mr. Anderson' is just for the kids at school." Sloan nuzzled the side of her face against Thomas. He made her feel warm, safe, and protected. She realized Mr. Anderson wasn't the disgusting old pervert she thought he was. He was a warm and gentle man, and his body felt good against hers. He even looked kind of cute naked; Tom was in pretty good shape for an old guy. "We're both a couple of perverts, I guess." Thomas added. "But hey, we sure made a lot of money tonight. Those guys forked up over two grand." Sloan looked up at his face. "You're a really good guy, Mr. Ander...Tom." Then she teased, "For a pimp." Thomas chuckled softly and wiped a few strands of wet hair off Sloan's forehead, letting her nuzzle back up against him. That's when she felt something poke her in the stomach and looked down at Thomas' erection. "You've got a boner, look at that thing." Sloan commented softly. "Yeah. Well, it's not every night I have a sexy teenage cheerleader in my shower with me. Sorry about that." "It's okay, I don't mind." Sloan said, taking his erection into her hand and gently caressing it. She was suddenly aroused again. This fifty year old guy with balding hair and fat balls was turning her on more than any eighteen year old jock ever had. "Tom, do you want to fuck me?" "Sloan, it's all right. I think you've had enough for one night..." "Please? I want to, I really do. I'm so horny from all those men cumming on me and I need some dick, I'm ready for it. Besides Tom, you're my pimp now and a good whore should take care of her pimp. Will you fuck me? I want to feel your cock inside my pussy." "Jesus Sloan, you turn me on so much when you talk that way." Lifting a hand to Mr. Anderson's face, Sloan kissed his cheek. "Fuck me." she whispered, "Put that big cock of yours into my teenage pussy." Watching Sloan turn around, Mr. Anderson regarded her body. She was so young and sexy and he wanted to fuck her so badly. She put her hands against the shower wall and spread her skinny tanned legs, letting the shower water cascade down her back and the curve of her ass. "Take me Tom. Give your whore a good pump. I want it. I need it." Unable to resist, Tom moved forward and laid his hands on Sloan's hips. He positioned his cock against her pussy, rubbing the head of it between her labia. "You're going to have to push, Tom. To break my virginity. But I need to feel what a cock feels like inside me. I want you to be my first. My pimp." A virgin! Mr. Anderson was fifty one years old. He never imagined in his wildest fantasies that he'd ever fuck a virgin again. Pressing his erect cock into her, he could feel the thin veil of skin that was Sloan's hymen. Pushing a little harder, he felt it tear and his penis slipped further into Sloan's depths. Crying out from the sharp pain, Sloan felt the intrusion remove her virginity. She never thought that this would be how she first had sex. In her fantasies it was always with a hot young college quarterback, and now here she was getting it from her school janitor, a man old enough to be her father. Still, she wanted it. Something about Mr. Anderson made her wet and lusty. A tight warmth surrounded Mr. Anderson's penis and he moaned with pleasure, "Sloan...oh Sloan, your pussy is like heaven. Jesus...Jesus..." With his palms digging into Sloan's ass cheeks, Mr. Anderson began humping against her backside. He kept his thrusts slow and erotic, not wanting to hurt this young girl he was growing to care so much about. He liked the idea that she was his. His whore. The pain in Sloan's cunt was quickly subsiding, replaced with the incredible sensations of having Mr. Anderson's cock fill her tight hole. "Oh god, that feels so good, Tom. Keep fucking me slow like that...it's so nice..." Leaning backwards into him, Sloan rested her shoulders against Mr. Anderson's chest and let the warm water spray against her tits and tummy. She felt up her own little breasts and soon Tom's hands joined hers, kneading and groping on her stiff-nipples and soft flesh. "Tell me I'm your whore, Tom. Call me your slutty fucking whore." Mr. Anderson bucked his hips slowly, fucking Sloan with a hot intensity. "Oh sweetheart...you're such a fucking whore. You're my whore, aren't you? My naughty little slut with the magic money-making hands." Sloan gasped as she felt Mr. Anderson's shaft grinding back and forth along her swelling clitoris. "Oh fuck..." she cursed in a raspy breath, the shower water spraying against the hot union of old man and teenage girl. "Cum inside me, Tom. I need to feel your hot spunk inside my pussy." Mr. Anderson's hands glided all over Sloan's wet body, feeling every inch of her warm flesh. "Sloan, baby, I'm gonna cum. I'm going to shoot my cum inside you..." "Oh god yes!!" Sloan screamed, her pussy quivering in orgasm. She felt the hot gush of Mr. Anderson's cock swell, twitch, and dump its load to fill her tight cunt. "Oh fuck...oh fuck Tom...I'm cumming too!!" The pair of them rutted against each other, Mr. Anderson's arms holding Sloan tightly against his body until the waves of their mutual orgasms faded away, leaving only the gentle spray of shower water against their heated bodies. "Oh Mr. Anderson...Tom..." Sloan cooed, writhing back gently against his body. "You fucked me so nice. You're such a good pimp. Did you like fucking me?" Breathing heavily, Mr. Anderson kissed the top of Sloan's head. "I loved it. You're the best fuck I've ever had." Once out of the shower, Tom held Sloan in his arms with a big towel wrapped around her, rubbing her body dry. "Are you okay darlin?" Sloan smiled and nodded up to him, "I feel wonderful. Can I stay here with you tonight? I'll call my parents and tell them I'm staying with a friend. I want you to fuck me again, okay?" Magic Hands Ch. 02 Tom kissed the top of her head again. "Sure sweetheart, okay." "And tomorrow will you go to the mall with me?" Sloan asked. "I want to buy some new clothes to really turn you on. Maybe you can find some guys for me to jerk off in the parking lot." "I think I'm going to enjoy being your pimp." Mr. Anderson chuckled. Sloan winked at him. "I think you are too." Magic Hands Ch. 03 Tom Anderson reached up to adjust the rear-view mirror of his sedan, looking at its reflection of the back seat. There was Sloan, his eighteen year old hand-job whore, jerking off one of her fellow students. They were parked at a playground just a block from Sloan's high-school, where they had come to earn some quick cash before her classes started. "You've got such a delicious cock, Jackson." Sloan said to the young man. He was black and had a rather large member; it swelled with arousal and was leaking pre-cum. Sloan enjoyed handling the big ones and was working Jackson pretty hard in both of her neatly manicured hands, able to wrap both fists around his shaft at the same time. The slick sounds of her lubricated motions filled the environs of Tom's car. "Thanks baby." Jackson replied. "But it's kind of freaking me out having the janitor watch." "Mr. Anderson isn't the school janitor anymore, he quit." Sloan informed, pausing to pour more lube onto one of her palms. "He's my pimp, and he's here to make sure you boys don't try and take advantage of me." Tom went back to flipping through his fishing magazine. "You got ten minutes before homeroom, kids." he warned lazily. Not wanting to be late, Sloan picked up the pace of her strokes. "You can feel one of my tits if you want to." she suggested, hoping that might speed things along. "All right." Jackson agreed, palming one of Sloan's little B-cup breasts through the baby-doll tee she was wearing. He squeezed it in his hand and felt how erect her nipple was; jerking boys off for money never failed to arouse Sloan, which made the tips of her tits stiffen. "Does that feel good sweetie?" Sloan cooed, "Do you like playing with my booby while I jerk off this big cock of yours?" "Aw shit, Sloan. You're a sexy little white bitch, ain't you?" Jackson said. "It's true what they say about them magic hands of yours, god damn." Sensing he was close, Sloan gripped Jackson at the base of his shaft in one hand, then used her other to jerk off just the fat head of his cock, letting her palm tease over the ridge of it. "I'm gonna cum." Jackson warned. Sloan quickly leaned over and closed her lips around Jackson's crown. She stroked the entire length of his shaft, pumping until the orgasm came. Holding the pulsing cock as firmly as she could, Sloan let the sperm fill her mouth so that it didn't make a mess of the back seat or her school clothes. There was far too much of the pearly spunk however, and Sloan had to hold a palm under her jaw to catch what spilled out. When it was over, Sloan rolled down the car window and spit the nasty stuff outside. A few remaining globs of it clung to her chin and she used her fingers to wipe it up and flick it away. "You're a spitter, huh?" Jackson asked. "Ew. You don't actually expect me to swallow your filthy ball cream, do you? I only did that to keep you from getting my clothes all messy. This is a brand new outfit." Zipping up, Jackson shrugged and opened the car door. "Whatever. See you in history, Sloan." Tom set his magazine aside after Jackson got out of the car, then handed a handkerchief over the seat. "Here you go darlin. Better get yourself cleaned up." "Thanks, hon." Sloan said. She cleaned her hands up, then wiped at her lips and chin while using a compact mirror. "I wish we had time for a quick hump, jerking Jackson off made me kind of horny." Tom put his car into gear and drove towards the high school, "You don't want to be tardy. I'll give you a good fuck tonight." "Yeah." Sloan agreed, gathering up her things as Tom pulled into the school's drive. She arched her body over the front seat to give him a quick kiss. "I'll see you after school, okay baby?" "Okay, I'll pick you up then." Tom waited until Sloan got out of the car and watched her trot hurriedly towards the doors. She looked back over her shoulder at him, smiling, then gave her short skirt a quick lift, teasing Tom with a quick look at her bare ass before waving and entering the school. Tom shook his head and chuckled Driving away, Tom reflected on the past few weeks. He and Sloan had fallen in love. It was an unconventional situation, given their thirty-year age difference, but it had happened nonetheless. Sloan had moved in with Tom shortly after the night she first jerked off a bunch of his friends. Her parents weren't happy about it, but their daughter was eighteen and legally there wasn't much they could do about it. Tom had been able to quit his job as the school's janitor due to Sloan's popularity at giving hand-jobs. What with her doing high-school boys before and after school, plus the hand-job parties they hosted at his house every Friday night, the two of them always had plenty of money. Whenever they needed extra, Tom would drive Sloan into the city and park near the red-light district where she could jerk off the always horny strip-club crowd. Jerking off men for money always seemed to turn Sloan on, so much so that she and Tom would fuck like newlyweds nearly every night. She earned the cash, he kept her safe, and the two of them had lots of hot sex. It was an ideal situation. Yep, Tom's life certainly had taken a nice turn, he thought. It was like a dream come true for the middle-aged ex-janitor. --- Bored in homeroom, Sloan sat and twirled a curly ringlet of her blonde hair around a finger. She noticed a pair of nerdy boys two rows over talking in hushed tones and looking at her. Word had gotten out about Sloan's magic hands and the fact that she gave hand-jobs for a hundred bucks; the boys were obviously discussing that fact. Sloan didn't care that people knew, or that some thought she was a slut. It was true after all, she /was/ a slut! And the more people who knew the more business she got. Business had gotten so brisk, in fact, that Sloan had quit cheerleading. Spreading her legs a little, Sloan gave the two whispering boys a view up her short denim skirt, letting them clearly see she wasn't wearing any panties. Their eyes about popped out of their heads and Sloan giggled, giving them a little wave along with a sultry lick of her lipstick decorated lips. The poor boys, she thought. They'd probably have boners the rest of the day. After homeroom, Sloan stopped at her locker to grab a notebook when one of the peeking homeroom boys approached her. He was a skinny kid with glasses and nerdy clothes. Derek was his name, Sloan knew, one of the school band geeks. "Uh, hi Sloan." "Hi Derek. Did you come to tell me how much you enjoyed the view in homeroom?" Blushing, Derek looked down to the floor. "Um, no. Actually I heard that you'll, you know, do stuff for a hundred bucks?" Smirking knowingly, Sloan pushed her locker door shut. "It's called a hand-job, Derek. For a hundred bucks I'll jerk you off. Has a girl ever jerked you off before?" Embarrassed, Derek could only shake his head. "If you have the cash, I could do you after school if you want?" Sloan offered. Derek lamented, "I can't. I have an afternoon job right after school. Could I get one sooner?" Sloan teased, "I don't really do them in the hallway, sweetie, the teachers tend to frown on that." Derek let out a shy laugh, "There are sound-proof studios in the band room? It'd be private in one of those." Sloan considered. She didn't really like giving hand-jobs when Tom wasn't around to pimp and protect her, however Derek was probably harmless. Besides, he was obviously a virgin and likely wouldn't last more than thirty seconds. It would be easy money. "Okay." Sloan agreed. "Third period is free for me, I just have study hall. Meet me outside the band room then?" Derek quickly nodded in agreement. "Okay Sloan, thanks." The first two periods went slow for Sloan. She was horny from jacking Jackson off and had trouble paying attention. She thought about skipping and calling Tom to come pick her up. He had turned out to be such a wonderful man. It didn't matter to Sloan that he was old enough to be her father. Tom didn't judge her sluttish ways, or ever get jealous of her servicing other men. He protected her and made Sloan feel safe. He doted on her and treated Sloan like a princess when they were alone together. He was a gentle and capable lover who satisfied her sexual needs completely. The bell interrupted Sloan's thoughts and she gathered up her books. Derek was waiting for her outside the band room after second period, as agreed. The two of them went in together. The large area was empty, as the band practiced during later periods, and Derek guided her into a small windowless room that band students used to practice in. He was right, Sloan thought - total privacy. "Here's the money." Derek offered. Sloan counted five twenties and tucked them into her purse. "Why don't you pull your pants down and sit in that chair there, sweetie?" "Uh, yeah. Okay." Derek said, unfastening his pants rather slowly. He looked uncomfortable, his cheeks blushing brightly. Sloan thought he was cute and offered a disarming smile. "It's all right Derek. I've seen a lot of penises." "I'm sorry." Derek apologized. "It's just that I've never shown a girl, my...my...you know." "Your cock?" Sloan grinned, removing the bottle of lube and a small package of tissues from her purse. Virgins always amused her, with their combination of shyness and eager anticipation. "Yeah." Derek replied, "I've never done anything like this before." He finally pushed his pants and boxers down. Sloan gasped. "Oh my god." she said, looking at Derek's penis. Even in it's flaccid state, it was gigantic. It hung between his legs like a thick sausage. "Derek, you...you're huge! Look at that thing." Derek stood there, still blushing and obviously embarrassed by it. "I know. I'd understand if you didn't want to do it anymore...but could I have my money...?" Interrupting, Sloan shook her head and said "No! No, it's okay. It just surprised me is all. Let me take this off and we'll get started." Derek watched as Sloan peeled her tight tee up and over her head and hung it on the music stand. She was wearing a pink lacy bra and he could see the outline of her nipples through the material. Even though Sloan's breasts weren't very big, the bra helped make them appear full and round. His cock started to twitch and Derek sat back into the chair, his eyes unable to leave Sloan's tanned half-naked torso. With her palms suitably slick with lubricant, Sloan knelt between Derek's legs and took his cock into her hands. She stroked it slowly, watching in amazement as it thickened and grew. She didn't think it was possible, but this skinny nerd had the biggest penis she'd ever seen. He was even bigger than Jackson! "You're really pretty, Sloan." Derek suddenly said. "Thanks Derek, you're kind of cute yourself. And you certainly have a nice cock, I don't think I've ever seen one this big." "Thanks..." "Do you masturbate a lot?" Sloan asked. Derek bobbed his head shyly. "How do you usually do it?" "I...I usually go slow at first, then really fast when I'm close." Sloan nodded, gliding her hands up and down Derek's length slowly, marveling at it's size. "So, you don't have a girlfriend or anything?" Derek shook his head. "No. Girls aren't really interested in band guys. They all go for the jocks." Licking her lips, Sloan commented "If more girls knew you were hiding this monster, I bet things would change. Does this feel good sweetie?" Derek breathed out an affirmative, now fully erect, and Sloan noticed him staring at her chest. She reached around and unclasped her bra, letting the straps fall down her shoulders to reveal perky little breasts capped by perfect pink nipples. "Do you like looking at my body while I jerk you off Derek? Do you think I'm sexy?" "Y-yes." he said, staring at Sloan's tits like a deer caught in headlights. Returning both hands to his cock, Sloan felt that familiar itch between her legs. Handling Derek's monstrous dick, coupled with the lusty way he was leering, made her pussy slick with arousal. She paused to shrug out of her bra and reach for more lube, then went right back to pumping slowly with both fists. Sloan gripped him tightly, working the cock like the pro she had become. "I like masturbating your big dick." Sloan whispered in a sultry voice, working her thumb in rubbing circles over the tip of his cock. "I can't wait to see how much cum it spits out." "Sloan..." Derek moaned, excited already to the point of orgasm. He'd never been in the presence of a naked girl before, especially not one as sexy as Sloan. He certainly never had received a hand-job before. "It's okay sweetie." Sloan said, increasing the pace of her slick attentions, squeezing and jerking him with rapt fascination. She couldn't wait to see this big thing erupt. "Don't be afraid to shoot. You can cum on me if you want. Do you want me to aim it onto my tits?" "Oh god..." Derek said, his mouth hanging open in undeniable pleasure. Sloan felt his shaft grow thick in her hands and she quickly pointed it towards her chest. He grunted and tensed uncontrollably, his cock spitting out a long wad of semen that landed on Sloan with an audible splat. She kept pumping him through several more long roping ejections, all the while silent and holding her breath in amazement at the sheer volume of semen hurling out of Derek's humungous penis. Derek slumped in his chair when his orgasm subsided and Sloan squeezed her fist up along his shaft so that one last dollop of cum came drooling out onto her hand. "My god Derek, look at all this cock juice. I'm a mess!" Looking at Sloan through lidded eyes, Derek noticed her chest was coated with his seed. It hung off her breasts, stringy drops of it falling to the floor. "I'm sorry..." he apologized. Sloan smiled, letting go of him to smear the sticky stuff around and into her skin for his viewing pleasure. "It's okay, really. I don't mind. I liked jerking you off." "Really?" Sloan nodded, "Yeah." and rose up to retrieve some tissues. She dabbed at her chest, trying to absorb some of the gooey mess, then took some more to wipe up her hands. "It's not often a girl gets her hands on a cock like yours. You should be really proud of it." When Derek stood to pull up his pants, Sloan took another look at him. She reached up to take his glasses off, then ran her fingers through his hair. "You know, you're actually kind of handsome." Derek blushed, unable to make eye contact due to his shyness. Sloan winked, then reached for her bra. "Do you want to do this again tomorrow?" "I wish I could, but I won't have the money." Derek said, wishful that his afternoon job paid better. "It's okay." Sloan replied. "No charge. Meet me here at the same time." She kissed him on the cheek, then grabbed her top. "Jerking you off beats studying, after all." "Really? You'll give me a free one?" Sloan wriggled back into her slinky baby-doll, adjusting her own breasts and running a hand through her long blonde curls. "Yeah, but don't tell anyone okay? The last thing I need is a school full of horny boys asking for free hand-jobs." "I won't." Derek promised. After going her own way, Sloan realized there was still time before her next class. Especially since Derek didn't last that long. She was feeling even more horny than before after jerking Derek off, so Sloan ducked into the ladies room and secured a stall. Hiking up her skirt, she started to rub her itchy little clit while thinking about Derek's big cock. She could still smell his spunk on herself, and Sloan rubbed herself to orgasm, letting her wet juices drip out between her legs and into the toilet. Sloan was unable to get Derek's dick out of her mind for the rest of the day. It didn't help that the scent of his semen still stained her body, causing her to remain horny despite her earlier masturbation. When the last class was finally over, Sloan hurried through the halls hoping Tom would be waiting outside to pick her up. She saw his car and rushed to enter the front seat. Sloan looked flustered and Tom noticed she seemed out of sorts. "You okay babe?" he asked, pulling away. Sloan replied, "I'm fine. It's just that you wouldn't believe the size of this cock I jerked off today." Tom grinned as he started towards home. "Oh yeah?" Sloan nodded, "He was kind of a nerdy kid, but Jesus...he was hung like a fucking donkey. He's a virgin too, I was the first girl to ever get her hands on his penis." Tom laughed, "Sounds like you enjoyed it." Sloan slid over on the car seat so she could sit right beside Tom, slipping her hand between his legs to caress his crotch. Tom swallowed and tried to concentrate on driving. "I did. It made me really horny. I need it baby, I need some dick." Sloan whined seductively. "Can you wait until we get home?" Tom asked. Sloan shook her head, "Pull over, okay? I need your cock so bad, I don't think I can wait. Please baby? I want you to fuck me." Tom quickly pulled into the nearest mall lot, parking the car as far away from the stores as he could where few other cars were. Sloan already had his pants undone and was caressing his now-erect cock in her hand. As soon as the car was shut off, she crawled onto the seat and straddled his lap, her denim skirt riding up her hips. "Good thing you're not wearing any panties today." Tom remarked, sliding his hands around Sloan to grasp her tight little ass. Sloan reached down between her kneeling legs and gripped her lover, guiding him into her slick sex. "Oh baby..." she moaned, like a bitch in heat. "Your cock feels so good. Fuck...I needed this." Tom squeezed Sloan's butt cheeks, mauling them in his palms, as she leaned back against the steering wheel. He could feel her tight cunt grip his penis like a wet glove. "You're soaked, sweetheart. Jacking that big dick got you all worked up, huh?" "Oh Tom..." Sloan mewed, rocking her hips. "It was so thick, I couldn't even close my fist around it. I touched myself in the bathroom afterwards but it didn't help. I've needed your cock inside me all day..." Leaning over, Tom nibbled on one of Sloan's taut nipples through her baby-doll. She curled a hand around his head, encouraging him to continue chewing on the hard tit. "I told him I'd take his sperm again tomorrow...for free. I can't wait to jerk his big fucking cock some more. Am I a slut, baby?" "You're such a naughty slut." Tom said, knowing the words would turn his teenaged whore on. "I am..." Sloan moaned, her pussy starting to flutter on Tom's shaft. "I'm such a filthy whore. Fuck me. Fuck my naughty pussy..." Tom bucked in the car seat, grunting and thrusting his cock deep into Sloan with hard pumping motions. Sloan started to scream, her slender arms reaching out so she could plant her palms against the car's steaming windows. Lifting his hands up her backside, Tom hugged Sloan body close. He mashed the side of his face against the mounds of her small breasts. "...uhn...I'm cumming....uhn!" Sloan could feel Tom's warm jism erupt inside her, flooding her cunt, and she curled her arms around his head to hold him close to her body. The lips of her pussy quivered and her own orgasm came. She grinded her hips against Tom's and the two rutted against one another, holding each other close, until their mutual pleasure finally passed. "Mmm." Sloan cooed, "That felt so nice." She held the sides of Tom's face and kissed him, letting her tongue dance with his. "I love you baby, you know that right? How fucked up is that? I'm in love with a fifty year old man who pimps me out." "I love you too Sloan." Tom replied, kissing her chin. "And it's not so fucked up. You still get to jerk off lots of boys your own age." Sloan laughed and kissed the top of Tom's head. "Take me home you old perv. I'm going to fuck your brains out all night." Magic Hands Ch. 04 Sloan sat beside Derek, each of them in a separate folding chair, with her body pivoted and leaning as she jerked him off. The two eighteen year old high school seniors were in the same small room that they had been meeting in for a week; a private chamber that band students used for individual practice. Earlier in the week Sloan wondered why she kept giving Derek free hand jobs. Sure he was kind of cute, in a nerdy sort of way, but there were lots of cute boys at school and she never gave them free ones. She thought at first it could be pity; he was otherwise a virgin, after all, who had never even had a girlfriend. But as they continued to have these naughty encounters, Sloan realized the reason was the size of Derek's penis. Stroking it nice and slowly, Sloan stared at the big thing. It was quite simply the largest penis she had ever jerked off. It seemed so out of place on Derek too, him being a skinny band geek. Her dainty fist couldn't even completely close around its girth! It was fascinating to touch and look at. "Does my hand feel good today, Derek?" Sloan whispered. "Y-yeah." Derek breathed out, equally as quiet. "Your hand always feels good, Sloan. Like pure magic." Bending over closer, Sloan pushed a bead of saliva out of her mouth and let it hang for a moment before it dropped to the crown of Derek's erection, then she worked the spit over the skin of his shaft with her pumping hand. The lubricated jacking noises filled the small sound-proof room. "Where do you want to cum today?" Sloan casually asked, leaning back with a toss of her long blonde curls, which had fallen in front of her face. She used her free hand to push a few tendrils behind the lobe of her ear. "Can I shoot it on your face?" came Derek's shy request. Sloan smiled prettily. "Sure sweetie. But try not to get so much in my hair this time, okay? It's hard to get out." Slipping off her chair, Sloan moved to kneel between Derek's legs. She cradled his balls in a cupping palm while the pace of her masturbating hand increased. She tickled his puffed-up scrotum with pink-colored nails then gave them a nice squeeze. "Your balls are full today. Are you gonna shoot a nice big load for me?" Biting his lip, Derek nodded. Sloan knew exactly what she was doing, knew exactly how to turn him on. And she was so sexy! By far the most beautiful girl at school, he thought. Sloan moved her face closer to Derek's cock as the speed of her jacking quickened. She looked up at him with her blue eyes, framed perfectly by dark lashes. "Shoot your cum all over my face, baby. Go ahead. Decorate me with your hot spunk." "Oh god..." Derek moaned. "I'm close, Sloan, I'm going to cum..." Sloan started pumping her fist rapidly up and down Derek's cock, pointing it towards her face. "Do it baby! Cum all over me!" she squealed, then opened her mouth. With several loud grunts, Derek began squirting. His semen shot out to land in long pearly beads across Sloan's face, some of it landing across her lips and into her mouth. She squeezed his shaft in time with the pumping orgasm until her face was coated with the slimy jism. It hung over her eyelids, across her cheeks, and dripped off her lips. "Damn..." Sloan said, wiping her eyes free of the thick fluid. "You really did have a big load today." Slumping in his chair from the effort of cumming, Derek looked at Sloan in amazement. He couldn't believe this hot girl was jerking him off every day and letting him do dirty things like shoot on her face. "Jeez, that felt so good. Thank you, Sloan. Wow." Giggling, Sloan reached for some tissues out of her purse. "You're welcome. You know I love handling that big dick of yours." Derek stood to pull up his pants, watching Sloan delicately wipe his semen off her own face. "Hey Sloan...would you want to go to a movie or something, sometime, maybe?" "You mean like on a date?" Sloan asked, tossing the sticky tissues into a small trash can with a soft "Ew." "Y-yeah." Sloan stood and wiped the knees of her tight jeans off. "I don't think so sweetie. I mean, I like you and all, but I have a boyfriend." "Oh..." Derek replied, looking down at the floor. "Okay. Um, does he know that you're a...I mean...that you..." "Jerk guys off for money?" Sloan finished for the shy boy. She laughed, "Yeah. He's my pimp. Listen Derek, I love jerking off your cock. I really do. And you're a really cute guy. You're going to find a girlfriend before you know it, and she's going to looove your big fucking dick. I promise." Derek grinned shyly. "Okay. Thanks Sloan." "You're welcome. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" Leaving the band room, Sloan strode down the hallway towards her next class. Her heeled leather boots made loud noises which drew the attention of every boy she passed. Sloan smugly ignored their glances, perfectly aware that her ass looked great in the jeans she was wearing. The tiny mid-riff baring tank top she wore didn't hurt either. She thought about stopping in the ladies room for a quick rub on her clitty, but Sloan realized jerking Derek off had taken up too much of her free study period: she didn't have time. Plopping down in her English-class desk, Sloan dug a textbook out of her book bag and set it out. She leaned over again, digging in the bag for a pencil, when she noticed the girl who sat next to her staring. "Hi Trisha." Sloan smiled. Trisha was a fellow senior. Sloan didn't know her that well, as Trisha didn't really hang in the popular clique that Sloan enjoyed. Trisha was more of a nerdy type with plain red hair, light freckles, and glasses. She didn't wear the latest and hottest fashions like Sloan and her friends did, dressing in more common and frumpy apparel. Still, Sloan thought Trisha was a nice person and always tried to make friendly small talk with her while in class. "Hi Sloan." Trisha replied. "What's up?" Sloan asked, "You look like you've got something on your mind." "Um...can I ask you a private question, Sloan?" Trisha asked, voice hushed. "Sure Trish." "Well, I heard these boys talking in the A/V room, and they said...that is...they were talking about you..." "Yeah?" Sloan prompted. Trisha looked around, to make sure no one was listening. No one was, as all the other students were gabbing and goofing around since the teacher hadn't yet arrived. "They said you do hand-jobs for money." she whispered. "Is that true?" Grinning, Sloan replied "Yeah, it's true. Keep it quiet though okay? If any teachers found out I'd probably get kicked out of school." Trisha swallowed nervously. "Really? Wow. Um, do you just do boys?" That question surprised Sloan. "I-I mean, do you give girls hand-jobs too?" Trisha clarified. Sloan blinked, still surprised. "Gee Trisha, I never have, but I suppose I could? I mean, I masturbate myself all the time so I could probably get a girl off real good. Why do you ask? Do you...want one?" Trisha looked around again, then nodded at Sloan with apprehensive eyes. Sloan whispered, "I tell you what. Since you'd be my first girl I'd only charge half price. Fifty bucks." "Really?" Trisha asked with widened eyes. "Sure hon. Do you want to come over to my place after school? You can ride with me and my boyfriend. He picks me up every day." "Sure." Trisha agreed. "But please don't tell anyone, okay? I don't want anyone else to know that I'm, you know, into girls." Sloan winked. "Don't worry Trish, your secret's safe with me. I mean, my boyfriend will know, we live together after all. But he's really good at keeping secrets, okay?" Trisha nodded with a shy smile as the teacher walked in, "Thanks Sloan." --- The two girls met up once classes were over and walked out together. Tom, Sloan's pimp and lover, was waiting for her in his car as usual and the girls crawled into the backseat. "Hi baby." Sloan greeted, leaning over the seat to give Tom a smooch. Trisha stared in amazement as she watched Sloan kiss the fifty year old man. She recognized Tom as the school's now-former custodian. "Mr. Anderson is your boyfriend???" Laughing, Sloan replied "Yeah. It's a long story. Basically he helped me start my hand-job business. We sort of fell for each other along the way." Pulling out of the school drive, Tom looked at Trisha through the rear-view member. "You can call me Tom." "Do you remember Trisha from school, baby?" Sloan asked. "Sure I do. Are you coming over to our place, Trisha?" Tom asked. Trisha blushed lightly, "Um, yeah. Is that okay?" "Absolutely." Tom replied. "You two got studying to do or something?" "Not exactly." Sloan giggled. "Trisha wants one of my magic hand-jobs. She's into girls, isn't that hot?" "Hell yeah." Tom grinned as he drove. Trisha blushed even brighter. "Don't worry." Sloan assured, putting a relaxing hand on Trisha's thigh. "We won't tell anyone." "Thanks Sloan." Trisha said. "I guess I'm just nervous. I've...I've never actually been with another girl." "Don't be nervous Trish." Sloan said. "I promise there's nothing to be scared of. I'm going to get you off really good. It'll be great." Sloan was actually excited about her first female client. She felt kind of naughty and kinky about the prospect of fingering another girl. It had never crossed her mind before, but it made total sense to her now. Why cut off fifty percent of her potential customers? Once they arrived at the house, Trisha started digging in her purse for the money. "Um, do I pay you Mr. Anders...I mean Tom?" Tom accepted the money, "Thanks Trisha. Why don't you guys go use the bedroom? I'll stay out of the way." "Don't you want to watch, baby?" Sloan teased, extending onto her toes to give Tom a quick kiss. Chuckling, Tom patted Sloan on her ass. "Maybe next time. I'm sure Trisha would be more comfortable if it was just the two of you." Trisha smiled at Tom gratefully. Sloan reached out and took Trisha's hand, winking at her older lover. "Okay...see you later babe." She led the way to the bedroom and closed the door behind. Looking around nervously, Trisha asked "So, um, how do we do this?" Sloan peeled out of her tight tank, letting it hang off her hand and drop to the floor, exposing her white bra. "We can get naked if you like?" Trisha licked her lips, "Um, okay." Smiling, Sloan put a gentle hand on Trisha's shoulder. "It's okay honey." She then slowly reached back to unhook her bra and let it fall forward and off, revealing the perky little breasts that always drove the boys wild. Trisha stared at her chest, admiring the perfectly pink nipples that capped Sloan's flesh. "Does my body turn you on?" Sloan whispered. Trisha nodded quickly. Reaching over to the hem of Trisha's loose shirt, Sloan started to pull it up and off Trisha. The shy redhead had larger breasts and Sloan gently unhooked the bra to reveal them. "Mmm, you have nice boobs. Can I touch them?" Again, Trisha silently nodded. Sloan gingerly cupped them, then smoothed her hands all about them, flicking her thumbs against Trisha's nipples causing them to stiffen slightly. "They're beautiful. I wish I had big ones like you do." Trisha shivered at Sloan's touch. "Thank you, but yours are really pretty too." Then Sloan reached down to unbutton her own jeans, pushing them down along with her underwear to step out of them. Trisha did the same, mirroring Sloan's movements. The two women stood before each other, completely naked. Trisha had creamy white skin, a contrast to Sloan's tanned form. She was a true red-head, just as Sloan was a real blonde, both of their pubic regions neatly trimmed. Sloan thought Trisha was nicely curved and totally sexy. "You're beautiful, hon." Sloan said, taking Trisha's hand and leading her to the bed. They laid down side by side and Sloan rubbed her hand across Trisha's slender stomach, causing the girl's skin to break out in goose bumps. "Thank you Sloan." Trisha said with a quick breath, still nervous. "Your hand feels really nice." "Do you want me to touch your pussy?" Sloan asked. Trisha nodded softly, "Y-yes." Gently, Sloan slid her hand down to cup the other girl's sex. Trisha breathed in with a sharp intake. "Mmm." Sloan cooed seductively. "Your pussy is nice and warm. It's the first one I've ever touched other than my own. Do you like it when I touch you?" "Y-yeah." Trisha answered, her thighs parting. Sloan turned onto her side, sliding a leg against Trisha's and entwining them together. The sensuous feeling of this other girl against her was arousing Sloan more than she thought such a thing ever could. Sloan slid her middle finger into Trisha's already wet slit, eliciting a slight moan from her. "Oh Sloan...that feels so nice." Kissing Trisha's shoulder, Sloan slowly slid her finger in and out. "I like touching your pussy, Trish. It's so soft and moist." "Really?" Trisha asked, turning her head towards Sloan's. She took her glasses off, setting them aside. With a sudden desire, Sloan cuddled closer and brushed her lips against Trisha's. The two girls stared at each other for a moment unsurely, then kissed again, this time with more passion. The making-out was turning Sloan on. Without even thinking about it, she started rubbing her pussy slowly against Trisha's hip while Sloan masturbated her finger even deeper. The inside curl of her digit was dragging and rubbing against Trisha's clitoris, making the poor girl squirm with pleasure "This is so fucking hot." Sloan breathed, breaking the kiss. "I can't believe this is happening." Trisha whispered. "You're the most beautiful girl at school." Sloan smiled at the compliment. "Thanks sweetie. You're really beautiful too." She meant it too. Sloan imagined that with a bit of work on her hair, and a light touch of make-up to go with those cute freckles, that Trisha could turn more than a few heads. One of Sloan's fingers started circling Trisha's clit and she gasped at the contact., closing her eyes. "Oh god. Rub my pussy Sloan...rub my little clitty...mmm." Still rutting lightly against her thigh, Sloan was leaving a wet spot against Trisha's skin. She continued to touch Trisha's button with a fingertip and was growing more aroused by the minute. "Trish..." Sloan moaned. "This is really turning me on..." "Me too." Trisha mewed. "Keep humping my leg, it's so naughty and hot." "Oh fuck Trish..." Sloan groaned. She started grinding her cunt against Trisha's thigh, letting the friction inflate her already tender clitoris. Sloan suddenly plunged a trio of fingers into Trisha's box, 'coning' them to fuck the girl with her hand. "Uhn!" Trisha gasped, "Yeah...fuck me Sloan. Fuck my pussy real good with your hand. Fuck me...oh god that feels so good." Sloan worked her hand like a piston, plunging it into Trisha, her knuckles rubbing the redhead's labia and clit. Both of the girls were squealing and moaning as their orgasms approached. "Sloan...!" Trisha rasped. "Oh god Sloan you're going to make me cum. Your fingers are like magic...oh god...oh god..." Sloan plastered her lips against Trisha's and the two girls tangled their tongues together, exploring one another's mouths with a hot passion. Muffled sounds escaped both girl's throats as their orgasms approached in unison. Trisha bucked against Sloan's hand as Sloan practically wrapped her legs around Trisha's hip, grinding against the other girl and leaving a sticky smear of orgasmic juice across Trisha's leg. Trisha took Sloan in her arms and hugged close as they both screamed and moaned in orgasm. Sloan replaced her hand with a leg and each girl fucked and humped the other on the thigh, holding their bodies close. When the pleasure finally subsided, the girls were a tangle of limbs. They cuddled close, breathing heavily, and held each other for several long moments. "That was so fucking hot." Sloan eventually whispered. "Yeah." Trisha agreed, breathless. "I don't think I've ever cum so hard." Sloan giggled and nuzzled her face into Trisha's neck, kissing her with nibbling little pecks. "I'm totally giving you your money back." "What?" Trisha asked, "What do you mean?" "Oh honey, I enjoyed that just as much as you. God, I never thought I could be into girls. I want to do this again!" "Really?" "Oh yeah." Sloan assured. "I think I'm totally bi-sexual." Trisha was taken completely by surprise. "What are you saying Sloan, you want to be my girlfriend?" "Yeah, sorta. I mean, I love Tom and everything. And I don't want to give up his cock, he fucks me so nice. But Jesus Trish, this was fucking amazing. I want to try more with you." Trisha stared at Sloan. "Do you think he'll mind?" Sloan laughed. "Fuck no, it'll probably turn him on. I'd love it if he could watch us. Do you think maybe you'd want to try taking his cock? I mean, you never know until you try, right?" "I don't know Sloan..." Trisha said. "I mean, I really enjoyed this and I'm sure I'd enjoy being with you more but...." "We can take it slow, I promise. But god, Trish...please just say yes. Let's be lovers, okay? I want to be with you more." It was all happening so fast for Trisha, but she couldn't deny how attracted she was to Sloan. Finally, Trisha smiled and replied "Okay. I guess we can try." Sloan squealed and kissed Trisha happily.