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.
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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."
