driver. She rang the doorbell.
Mrs. Holt let her in.
'Well, hello, I'm so glad you could come,' Mrs. Holt said.
'I've been at a birthday party for a girlfriend, so I'm still dressed up,' Sue lied.
'Fine, fine, well… we're going to a big party ourselves, and we won't be home until late, and as we discussed on the phone, we want you to stay over.'
Sue had her overnight bag. 'Sure, that's fine.' Sue walked through the one-story, sprawling, ranch-type house, into a large living room with a bar. Mr. Holt was mixing drinks for several people who sat at the bar and stood around.
He stopped and came over.
'This is Sue Powers, Ed, our babysitter. She came highly recommended by the school,' Mrs. Holt said.
Ed gazed at her lovely beauty. He was forty. He wore a shirt, slacks and loafers.
'Well, nice to meet you, and thanks for coming. We have a little party going. Janet will show you around, and tomorrow morning I'll pay you and see that you get back home.'
'Fine, sir,' Sue said.
Janet Holt showed Sue the house, then introduced her to Junior Holt and his cousin Cynthia. Cynthia was staying over too, since her parents were going out with the Holts.
'You can let them stay up until midnight or after. They're both in junior high now.'
The Holts left. Sue could see both Mr. Halt and the other man, Cynthia's dad, give her admiring looks before they went out for the evening.
After they had gone, Sue popped popcorn and the three watched TV. Junior was a cute blond with a crew cut, and Cynthia had brown hair, short at five-foot-one, budding young teen tits that looked like plums under her tight camisole top. She wore tight, faded jeans.
The news came on, then all-night videos, which Cynthia and Junior wanted to watch. They all sat in the TV room watching and singing along.
'Can we dance?' Junior asked. 'Sure, if you wanna,' Sue said. 'Should we dance, Cynthia?' he asked. 'I dunno.'
'Aw, come on.'
'I dunno'
'I'll dance with you, Junior,' Sue said. They boogied down to an old Rod Stewart video, and then a new slow one came on from Wang Chung. Sue let Junior hold her close. Cynthia watched.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sue's new investment went well and by the time she was scheduled to meet with Mr. Madison, she had piled up a total of six thousand in profits and had sold out DO Display Systems.
As instructed, she had researched and found a stock on her own and she was excited to tell her lover about her diligent research efforts.
She went to his office after a Friday afternoon football game. She decided to leave her sexy, cute uniform on. She thought Mr. Madison might like her dressed in her uniform, that it might excite and delight him as it did so many other boys and men.
Sue looked delicious. She wore her red short skirt with inverted white pleats, her red sweater with white collar, featuring a white stripe at the top and bottom. Her legs were darling in her white knee socks, her red tennis shoes with white laces. On the front of her sweater, between the stripes was scripted the familiar Devils.
Her big titties splashed against the sweater, the tiny skirt, so short as to be lewd, swirled on her tan thighs. She looked stunning as she entered Mr. Madison's office late after everyone had left.
He stood up.
'Well, hello. My, you look very pretty today,' he said, inspecting her double ponytails that bobbed from the sides of her head, her pretty face with pink blush on the cheeks, glistening pink gloss on the lips.
'I came over after the game, sir. I didn't have time to change clothes.'
He came around the desk, walked to her and grabbed her. He pulled her into a crushing embrace and kissed her luscious mouth.
His hands played up under her pleats, back around, feeling the smooth glow of her ass, feeling the chubby cheeks through the slick black bloomers she wore.
Mr. Madison's cock leaped to an erection and throbbed against Sue. They finished their kiss, both panting, both hot and full of fire.
'I've missed you,' he whispered.
'I've missed you too, Mr. Madison.'
Mr. Madison picked little Sue up in his strong arms, carried her around behind his desk and sat her down on top, her legs dangling from the knee.
His prick pushed out his slacks. He caressed her smooth cheeks with his fingers and kissed her lightly with a wet mouth. Sue kissed back.
She trembled as he cupped her tits and fondled them, jiggling them lovingly in the palms of his hands. One hand slid down to her skirt. He slid it under the white inverted pleats, up into her crotch where he rubbed her black briefs on their muffin softness.
Sue reached down and stroked the long shaft of his cock that curved out against his slacks. She felt a damp emission, looked and saw the crotch darken with the flush of his prick juice.
Mr. Madison backed up and undressed until he was completely nude. He reached under Sue's skirt and took her panties down her smooth legs, over her tennies, and dropped them on his desk.
His prodigious prick wobbled and thumped. Gunky cum spat from the red-scarlet tip. He sat down in his chair.
'I want you on top,' he whispered. 'I want you to fuck me, Susan.'
'On top?'
'Yes, straddle me.'
Sue slipped from the desk, slid over on top of him, lifted her skirt. Mr. Madison fisted his cock, and Sue screwed down on the creamy tip.
'Like this?' Sue asked.
'Yes, like that, Susan.'
Sue stood over him, her legs wide, straddling the tops of his thighs. She humped down a littie as she took more of his beautiful prick up into her pussy.
'Ahhhh, yeah!' Mr. Madison sighed. 'Then fuck it? Fuck it like this?' Sue whispered, undulating her schoolgirl hips, bumping her ass in and out, up and down, then around, as she screwed more of his prick into her cunt.
She put her hands on his shoulders for balance. Mr. Madison reached around and cupped her wonderful ass. Sue moved slowly on top of him.
'Is this the way?' she asked.
'Yes, like that, darling, that's the way to fuck me.'
'Your peter makes me so hot, Mr. Madison. I like it up in there. It feels good in there.'
'I know, I know.'
Sue humped and pumped, harder now, faster.
'Yes, Sue, fuck me, fuck me!'
'I wanna, I wanna. I wanna fuck you, sir. I wanna keep fuckin' you forever!'
'You sweet little fucker… you darling fucker!'
'Oh, sir, that makes me hot when you talk like that!'
'Does it?'
Sue's heart pounded in her chest like a hammer.
'Yes, real hot.'
'Come on, cute little fucker… fuck my prick!'
