Alexa was late again! She hated the fact that her 3rd and 4th periods were on opposite ends of the school. With only three minutes between classes she barely had enough time to stop at her locker and she never had enough time to talk to the guys. With two tardies already this month, she couldn't afford to be late again. Three tardies meant detention after school, which would cause her to miss cheerleader practice. That was not an option. As a Sophomore, Alexa was new to the cheerleading squad but the other girls depended on her.
"Shit!" Alexa cursed as she reached her locker. The handle was jammed shut again. She pulled and tugged and hit her locker door, to no avail. This had happened before, just a week before on Alexa's sixteenth birthday. "That worthless janitor was supposed to have fixed this!"
No longer caring that she would be late, Alexa gave up on her locker and stormed down the hall towards the custodial area. Several boys noticed her stalking by in her short skirt and high white socks. The boys always noticed her tan legs, toned from cheer-leading, but Alexa was too angry to notice.
"Mr. Johnson?" Alexa called in an annoyed tone, looking around a garage-like area the custodial staff used as a shop. She grimaced at the grease and dirt, making a mental note not to touch anything which would soil her favorite white blouse. "Mr. Johnson, are you here? My damned locker is jammed again and I'm late for English!"
Hearing something from one of the back offices, Alexa marched that way and pushed open the door. Her surprise was complete at the sight that assaulted her. Mr. Johnson was sitting in his grimy office, pants around his ankles, and jerking off to one of those girly calendars mechanics always seemed to have.
"Oh my god! What the fuck are you doing?" Alexa asked, revolted.
"Holy Shit! Don't you kids ever knock?" Mr. Johnson said, more annoyed than embarrassed.
Alexa stood in the doorway and stared at Mr. Johnson's appearance. She guessed he was in his mid thirties, with balding and stringy hair. His filth-stained hand gripped a sizable cock, and she noted he had fat bloated balls filled with curly pubes that resembled steel wool. "That's totally gross! My locker is jammed shut again and you're in here beating your meat?!"
Mr. Johnson offered a toothy grin, "Maybe you want to lend a hand? The sooner I finish the sooner I can fix your locker." He had always fancied Alexa, the way she always wore those prissy skirts and tight tops. Mr. Johnson had long thought she was one of the hottest girls at the school.
"Are you kidding me? I'm going to the principal, you fucking pervert."
"I'll give you fifty bucks for a hand job." Mr. Johnson countered.
A light went off in Alexa's head. Fifty bucks would go a long way towards a new pair of shoes. She looked at his greasy cock again. It's not like she hadn't given a hand job before. As a virgin, it was an easy way to satisfy all the horny boys when they wanted to get into Alexa's panties. It was a necessary chore, she had always thought, to maintain the boy's interest. Sure Mr. Johnson was old and dirty, but could it be so bad?
"Make it a hundred." Alexa suddenly said, "And you fix my locker right after!"
Digging in his wallet, Mr. Johnson pulled out a C-note and put it on his desk. "For a hundred, I want to see your tits while you do it."
Alexa let out a disgusted sigh, "Fine." She opened the buttons of her tight white blouse and opened it up, unclasping her bra to reveal a pair of smallish teenage breasts. Alexa was healthy a C-cup, and she had huge silver dollar sized pink nipples. "But no touching! If you touch me I'll get you fired and charged with rape."
Alexa grimaced as she knelt down on the grimy floor between the janitor's legs. She leaned over his crotch and spit out some saliva onto the head of his erection, brushing a few strands of her brunette hair behind her ear before gripping him in her hand.
Mr. Johnson let out a throaty groan as Alexa started with the head of his cock and smeared her spit all along his hard shaft. "I can't believe I'm doing this." she said.
With a chuckle, Mr. Johnson said "I can't believe it either. You're such a hot little slut. Stroke my cock, slut, jerk me off."
Alexa circled her fingers, careful not to damage newly painted nails, and began slowly pumping her fist up and down Mr. Johnson's dick. She did feel like a slut, handling this dirty old man, and it kind of turned Alexa on despite herself She didn't mind his dirty talk. Perhaps more would help speed this along.
"You're a dirty old man, Mr. Johnson, paying for a hand job from a sexy little slut like me. Do you like my big hot titties?"
Mr. Johnson moaned and nodded, staring at Alexa's sexy tits. They were white and perfect, surrounded by tan lines from Alexa's bikini. The small office was filled with the sounds of Alexa's attentions, the slick noise of her masturbating hand, and the animalistic grunts of the horny janitor.
"Look at your greasy balls, all puffy with your filthy cum." Alexa said as she took his sack into her free hand and squeezed them, teasing Mr. Johnson with tickling scrapes of her painted nails. "I bet you want to shoot it all over my tits, don't you?"
Continuing, Alexa circled and rubbed her palm around Mr. Johnson's shaft, flicking her thumb on the soft underside cleft of his cock head. "You're a naughty old man, Mr. Johnson. Show me how naughty you are and shoot your hot cum out onto my tits."
"You got magic hands, you sexy little slut." Mr. Johnson rasped before his hips started bucking.
"Do it!" Alexa urged, "Shoot your cum all over me."
Mr. Johnson's cock inflated in Alexa's hand, then began pulsing in orgasm. A blast of thick hot sperm landed with a splat onto her chest, then another which landed right on her breast. The rest leaked out in several gurgling dollops onto Alexa's hand and wrist.
"Oh god, you got it all over me. Shit!, I didn't know an old guy could have such a big load!"
Alexa could smell the scent of Mr. Johnson's sperm filling the air. It was strangely exhilarating and intoxicating. She felt thrilled with the power of making this old man orgasm, and it wasn't so bad - certainly the easiest hundred bucks she ever made.
Mr. Johnson handed her a dirty rag and the hundred dollar bill. "Best hand job I ever got. We should do this again. I got a lot of friends, I think they'd like you too."
Wiping the slimy substance from her chest, Alexa did her best to clean herself up. "Yeah? You think they'd pay a hundred bucks too?"
"Fuck yeah." Mr. Johnson said, pulling up his pants and zipping up. "If you give me a cut, I'll line them up for that magic hand of yours."
Alexa stood up, buttoning up her blouse. "Yeah right. Forget it Mr. Johnson."
"Are you sure?" he countered. "We could make a lot of money at a hundred bucks a pop."
Alexa considered. She hated her job at the mall, serving orange slushies to rude customers for minimum wage. "How many perverts like you do you know?" she wondered.
Mr. Johnson grinned. "You'd be surprised."
After getting her locker opened and armed with a note from Mr. Johnson to get out of a tardy, Alexa went to her English class. She had a hard time paying attention to anything the teacher said, her mind filled with the thoughts of Mr. Johnson's cock spitting out all that sperm onto her. Sure he was kind of gross, and way too old, but Alexa couldn't deny the damp spot in her panties. During her lunch break she stopped into the girl's room and rubbed her itchy little clit to a quick orgasm while thinking about all that filthy sperm on her body. She could still smell it on herself. Alexa couldn't help it, the aroma turned her on.
The rest of her classes that day went the same way, with Alexa having difficulty concentrating. She wondered how many old pervs Mr. Johnson could conjure up for her to jerk off. Would they all pay a hundred bucks? If they did, she could quit that awful job at the mall and afford a new purse.
Thoughts like those led Alexa back to the custodial offices after her last class. She passed by two other janitors who were now loafing around, ignoring their lurid glances, and went right into Mr. Johnson's office and shut the door.
"Okay, how would this work?" Alexa asked right away.
"You want to pimp out my hand jobs to your pervy friends and I want to make some cash. Where would we do it and how much of a cut do you want?"
Leaning back in his chair, Mr. Johnson said "We could do it at my place. I could probably find a half dozen or more guys for you to do in one night. I want twenty for every hundred you make."
Alexa thought over the offer for a few silent moments, purses and shoes swirling in her mind.
Then Mr. Johnson added, "And I get a free one each time, for my efforts."
Alexa scowled, "Forget it. You pay just like anyone else."
Mr. Johnson shrugged, "I should get a free one for hosting. Otherwise we can do it at your parents house? Or maybe you want to spring for a hotel room, but that will dig into your profits."
"Fine." Alexa agreed, exasperated. "One free one. But only if you find at least five guys, and only at your house. If you think I'm coming back to this grungy old office to jerk you off anymore, you have another thing coming. And my locker better stay fixed!"
"Are you sure, girly? I can make us a couple hundred bucks right now?"
Alexa folded skinny arms across her chest. "Oh yeah? How?"
Mr. Johnson rose from his squeaking chair and went to the door, opening it. "Hey Jerry! Bobby! Come in here for a second."
"Ew! You mean I have to jerk off two more janitors?"
Jerry entered the office first, he was as old as Mr. Johnson and Alexa thought he was even more ugly. Bobby was a younger guy, not much older than Alexa. She figured he was probably a recent high school drop out - a total loser.
"What's up?" Jerry asked.
Mr. Johnson gestured at Alexa, "This here girl has got a magic hand. For a hundred bucks, she'll give you the sweetest hand job you ever got. What do you say?"
"You serious?" Jerry asked, as his eyes traveled up and down Alexa's hot cheerleader body.
Bobby's eyes about popped out of his head.
Seeing dollar bills, Alexa held up her hands and wriggled dainty little manicured fingers, confirming "Yep. Just give Mr. Johnson here the cash and pull out those dicks. Can I do you both at once? I have a lot of studying to do."
Both Jerry and Bobby looked at Mr. Johnson, who only nodded with a smug grin. Both men quickly pulled out their wallets and paid in twenties. This time, Alexa took her blouse and bra off as she didn't want them to get stained, laying the garments on Mr. Johnson's desk.
All three men stared at Alexa's bare torso, toned from cheerleading. Her breasts were perky and settled perfectly atop her slightly visible ribcage. They were outlined by tan lines.
They couldn't get their pants undone quickly enough!
The two men stood side by side while Alexa knelt down in front of them. The older one, Jerry, had a gross looking cock similar to Mr. Johnson's; a bit stubbier but fat and thick. Bobby had a long skinny noodle. Both men were already semi-erect from looking at Alexa's hot young bod.
She spit on Bobby's cock first, using her left hand to coat it with the makeshift lubrication. Alexa had to spit twice on Jerry, her saliva hanging out of her pretty lips for a moment, just to get his larger cock good and slick in her right hand.
"No touching." Alexa remarked. "You can cum on me, but keep your grubby hands off of me!"
Both of her hands started working at the same time, pumping the janitors shafts in unison. Bobby was easy, his skinny penis wasn't hard to get a hold of. Jerry's was slightly harder, as his cock was so thick that Alexa had a hard time getting her small fist around it. It was like holding a pop-can.
While both men started moaning from Alexa's hands, Mr. Johnson sat down in his chair behind the action. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. He was hard from watching the scene before him and wanted to jerk off. He fantasied of fucking this hottie from behind.
"Does that feel good, guys?" Alexa said, interrupting the wet sounds of three cocks being masturbated. "Does it feel good to be jerked off by a sweet little slut like me? Look at my tits, guys, don't you want to cum on them? Don't you want to shoot your nasty loads all over me?"
The dirty talk was too much for the younger Bobby to handle. He had never received a hand job from a girl before, and he cried out with the loss of control. Alexa was unprepared for his over excitment and hadn't anticipated him ejaculating so soon. She had expected to aim his load onto her chest, but Bobby's sperm flew out of his cock in spasms to land all over her face and into Alexa's beautiful brunette hair.
"Oh god!" Alexa squeaked as the wet fluid sprayed her face. It started dripping down her cheeks and over her lips. It was watery and slick and she had to close her eyes to avoid being blinded.
Jerry was groaning in pleasure as he watched his buddy decorate Alexa's face. "Fuckin-A, Bobby. You shot that slut real good."
Alexa took a moment to wipe some the cum away from her eye, then abandoned a blushing Bobby to take Jerry's fat cock into both her hands. "Did you like that, you naughty old pervert? I bet it turns you on to watch your buddy shoot his wad all over me, huh?"
"Fuck yeah, you're a nasty little slut, aren't you?"
That scent of sex hit Alexa again. With a fat cock in her hand, cum all over face, and the grunting sounds of Mr. Johnson masturbating behind her all combined to arouse Alexa in a way she didn't understand. She doubled her efforts on Jerry's shaft, pumping with one hand and groping at his hairy balls with the other.
"I am. I'm your hand job slut. Cum for me, Jerry. Cum all over me and make a mess of me with your filthy spunk. I fucking need it."
Jerry's semen was thicker and darker than Bobby's, shooting out in roping globs. Alexa was ready for it this time, aiming it at her chest so that the hot stuff landed on her breasts. "Oh yeah, shoot it all over me, oh yessss..."
Suddenly Alexa heard Mr. Johnson cry out her name. She turned to him out of reflex and was greeted with another load as he came as well, masturbating his sperm all over Alexa's already soiled face.
"Ew! Mr. Johnson! YOU are so disgusting, you pervert!" Alexa chastised. The fresh load of cum mixed with the previous two, coating the young teenager. Thick streams of it hung off her face and dripped off her nipples.
Mr. Johnson smirked and slumped into his chair, "I told you guys. Magic hands on this girl."
The other two janitors nodded, suddenly shy from their orgasms. They quickly zipped up and left the office, leaving Alexa and Mr. Johnson alone.
Offering her the same cum-stained rag as earlier that day, Mr. Johnson zipped up too. "Well, I guess that's a hundred and sixty for you, and forty for me."
Alexa licked the semen from the corner of her mouth. She loved the salty taste. She then took the rag and attempted to wipe some of the semen off the rest of her face. She left the cum on her tits and put her bra and shirt back on. "Uh-uh. Thirty for you. I'm charging you ten for jerking off onto me. You're such a perv, Mr. Johnson."
Laughing, Mr. Johnson agreed. "All right, it was worth it. So when should I line up some guys to meet you at my place?"
"Friday night. I want to go to the mall on Saturday. Write down your address and I'll be there at seven."
"Don't forget those magic hands."
"Oh, I won't." Alexa said. She finished buttoning up her crisp white blouse, and with a toss of her hair she trotted out of the custodian room with as much dignity as she could muster.
The school was mostly empty by now and Alexa ducked into a bathroom. She needed to scratch the horny itch between her tight thighs. She unbuttoned her shirt as she sat on the toilet, panties and skirt stretched between her ankles, she breathed in deeply. Alexa could still smell the dirty sex of the men on her body, the aroma of their cum sending her mind swirling.
"...I'm such a slut..." she whispered to herself, rubbing her little engorged clit with one hand while massaged the cum all over her tits. "...I'm such a naughty whore..."
The anticipation of several horny cocks to jerk off next Friday night brought Alexa to a shuddering orgasm.