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Schoolgirl Cum Girl (Part 2)
I stink Master. I smell rancid. The aroma of me is thick in my nostrils. My body is coated in ejaculant and urine from where you had me lie in the liquid mess that I had made of your floor. Wet tendrils of fluid soaked hair are stuck to my face, my neck, my back. The ejaculant and the urine have a bitter taste, a bitter aroma, so unlike the sweet cloying smell of my cum. Cum that now coats my pussy, my pubis, my thighs and my face. Thank you for smearing my face with my cum, so that I might taste and smell my own pleasure. Now my mouth and nostrils are thick with the flavour of me.
Please may I shower Master before you take me to your bed? Please may I cleanse myself, prepare and beautify myself. Please may I show you what a pretty girl I am so that when you take me, when you fill me with your cock for the first time, when you thrust deep into my soaking wet pussy, that your Schoolgirl Cum Girl will be a fitting sight for your eyes.
Thank you Master. I am sure I don’t deserve such a compliment. It is hard for me to think of myself as gorgeous. I am so aware of my pallid skin, my tiny breasts, the slight bump of my tummy where it should be flat, and my protruding collar bone. Where are my womanly curves, Master? Why is my body not like those of other girls?
Yes, Master, I will stop there. I understand, you find my body delightful. No, I don’t wish for others; only you, and if you are enraptured with your Schoolgirl Cum Girl then I will learn to love the body that you love. May I shower now? Oh! Why do you wish me as I am?
Of course I can smell myself. I am coated in ‘stuff’. Cum, Master, my cum and ejaculant that I squirted for you. Don’t look at me like that, I will say it. It’s just difficult for me … pee. I stink of urine from where I wet myself, from where you made me lie in it. That was cruel, Master. All I want is to be your own special Schoolgirl and you have treated me badly.
I’m sorry, Master, no I don’t mean it. Please don’t send me home, I do so want to be here with you. Why do you like me smelling like this? Why do you not wish for me to be cleansed, smelling of soap and perfume? I don’t understand what you mean by a ‘cocktail of pleasure’. The stench of me announces my pleasure, screams of my loss of control, shouts of my need, my desire, and my total vulnerability before you. If that is how you wish me then that is how I shall be. All I wish for is to be a pleasure to you.
Is this your bed Master? It is so big and imposing with its crisp, virginal, white sheets. I will be lost in there; you will have to guide me, tell me where you want me, how you want me, how I am to be. Lead me, show me, direct me, order me, and command me. Take me into your virginal bed and relieve me of the burden of my virginity.
Shall I leave my socks on? They are soaked in ejaculant, pee and cum. Should I remove them? They will dirty your bedding. Should I remove them so that you may tie my wrists with them, so that you may stuff them in my mouth, so that I may suck my pleasure out of them, so I may cry my pleasure into them? Should I throw them in the corner as others would discard their clothing or their underwear? I will. I will throw them on the floor master so that anyone entering may know that it is your Schoolgirl Cum Girl in your bed, know that it is Schoolgirl Cum Girl that Master is fucking, is driving wild with desire, and is bringing to orgasm after endless orgasm.
Should I undress you Master? Do you require that of me? No, then I shall sit here on the edge of your bed whilst you disrobe. Should I watch you or should I avert my eyes? I have never sat before waiting for a lover to undress. What is appropriate? Should I lower my head in nervous submission or should I gaze on you as you are slowly but inevitably revealed to me?
You are gorgeous Master. You are divine Master. You are perfect Master. I am waiting fixated, anxious, enchanted for that body to possess mine. A body that will take me, hold me, smother me, flesh that will press against mine, heart and lungs that will pump harder as you make me your own, arms that will encircle me, legs that will spread me, a mouth that will join with mine and your beautiful, wonderful, male cock to penetrate me, fill me and possess me.
I am nervous Master. Please be gentle, please be kind. Is it right for me rest my head here on your chest? I can feel your heart beating against my cheek; feel your flesh hot against my face. May I rest my hand here? Is that acceptable? I can feel your hairs tickling my palm; feel your nipple tense and angry digging into my flesh. May I push my breasts into your side? May I thrust my pelvis against your thigh? May I slide the wetness of my pussy along your leg so that you are as soaked as I am? May I pant my desperate need in hot, heavy exhalations into your flesh? May I Master?
No I have never taken a cock in my mouth. Shall I do that now? Shall I take you in my mouth? You smell different to me, taste different to me, you are pungent, cloying; I can feel you filling me; flesh filling mouth, the flavour of you on my tongue, the smell of you filling my nostrils. Shall I suck? Shall I suck on your gorgeous flavoursome cock? Shall I slide my lips along your shaft? Shall I suck and dribble? Shall I fuck my throat with your length? Shall I abrade my chin with your pubic hair as I gobble hungrily on your beautiful, saliva soaked, cock? Shall I tease you? Shall I run my tongue across your head; flick it elegantly down your length? Shall I take your base between my teeth? Shall I suck and nibble at you until I feel you twitch and quiver just as my pussy is twitching and quivering with desire for you?
Please may I cum Master?
Yes Master, spread me, display my soaking pussy for your attention, mount me, pinion me, tease me with your mouth, hold me nervous, expectant and quivering. Pin my arms, wrap your hand round my throat, hold me tense and waiting by my nipple jewellery, hold with the engorged head of your cock gently parting my puffy, slick, labia. Hold me pinned by your cock whilst I drench you with my cum.
Please may I cum Master?
Yes! Yes! Yes! Take me Master! Deflower me! Fuck me! Spear me! Slay me! Penetrate me! Fill me! Thrust into me! Feel my cum splash against your skin! Feel my body shake beneath you. Feel my pussy clench, feel it vibrate, feel it cum. Can you feel it Master? Can you feel the explosions? Can you hear the thunder, see the lightning? Can you see the stars? Can you feel my body cum and cum beneath you? Stuff me with your cock Master. Stuff me as I cry out in pleasure beneath you.
I don’t want to be Cum Girl anymore Master. I have loved being Cum Girl but now I want to be your Little Girl. I want to be your Schoolgirl. I want to be 16 and yours. I want to be helpless and dependant beneath you. I want to throw away all my fine dresses and throw out all my heels. I want to be your Little Girl Master. I want to be dressed as a schoolgirl should. I want a tight white blouse, a little grey skirt, white knee socks, a striped tie, flat pumps, a tiny white bra for my breasts, and white panties to hug my pussy. Please may I Master? Please may I be your Little Girl? Please may I cum Master? Please.
Please cum for me Master. Please fuck your Little Girl. Ram your hard cock into me. You have deflowered me and taken my maidenhood. Fuck me Master. Punish me with your cock. Push it into me. Pin me with it. Hammer it into my cervix. Drive it hard and fast into my soaking, sodden pussy and I will cum and cum for you. I will cum with each stroke, each penetration; I will cum for you forever. Please fill me with your hot, steaming, and sticky cum.
Now Master, please Master, I need it so badly. I can feel you driving hard into me, I can feel that you are enlarged; I can see the tension in your face, the slight tremor in your arms. Your eyes are shutting Master, your mouth is agape. You are there Master, I know it. Your thrusts are slowing; they’re longer, harder, deeper. I can feel it, feel your climax rising, feel it along the length of my pussy walls. Please rid me of my virgin curse. Please fill me with your love. Please make me your fucked and owned Little Girl. Please.
Thank you Master, thank you, thank you.
“I am overwhelmed Master. I am in heaven. May I Master, may I please be your Little Girl? Can I be called that? That is what I wish for Master. I have loved being Cum Girl but please may I now be your Little Girl and please may you love me, look after me, care for me and tutor me to meet your needs. Please may I Master?”
“You may Little Girl.”
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