Leaving for the shoebox

The class drags on well into the afternoon and by the time it finishes you are mentally done. You stayed back an extra hour and a half because you were given an assignment. Some bullshit about demonstrating skills around information gathering which you and Rone easily smash out. By the time you finish its getting dark and probably time for dinner. You invite Rone but he bails to head home to his boys.

You head back to the Café and sit down to your own meal. It’s a Monday night and there’s literally no one else in the place you get the feeling that everyone is just waiting for you to leave so they can lock up. You slowly finish the rest of your food and head back to your room. You get to the front door of the building and are faced with the ultimate decision lift or stairs up to your 1st floor room. You convince yourself not to be lazy and trudge up the stairs.

It turns out to be an excellent decision as you spy your goth slut leaving her room. She has all the goth eyeliner, a little black skirt and fishnets and a tight top. You watch, without stepping out into the hallway, as she leaves her room and walks into the lift. You wait until she fully enters the lift and then sprint from the stairs and just manage to stop the door open as it was shutting. You enter the left and if the poor girls make up had left any colour in her face you would have seen it drain.

She just stares clearly worried about what is about to happen. “Uh mistress, oh I mean daddy I didn’t see you.” Her eyes drop as she stumbles over her greeting clearly worried that discipline is on its way.

“Ah pet, its ok just mistress from now on should be fine. Unless I bid you otherwise. Now you are looking lovely, where are you off to?”

She glances back at you “Umm, just off to hang out with some friends, we get together and play board games sometimes.” She looks down again obviously expecting you to say something about the nerdy hobby of board games. The doors of the elevator close behind you at this point.

“Oh, that sounds like a great night, you aren’t in a hurry, are you?” Your lips curl into the cruel smile she is so familiar with.

Her face picks up as she hears you say it sounds fun but then fills with apprehension as she sees you smiling. “Uh no I have a bit of time, is there something you need help with mistress?”

You feel the lift start to slowly descend as you close the gap between you and run your fingers through her hair. “Well nothing I need help with but seeing you all dressed up I feel like there is something …” You let your voice trail off and slowly move your finger to press the emergency stop button on the elevator. You hear the bell go off and the lift grinds to a halt. You lock eyes with her and watch her cower under your gaze “Since you aren’t in a hurry.”

You aren’t a total bitch and don’t want her to completely miss her friends gathering. Also Stacey is likely to appear at some point and try to find out what’s gone wrong with the elevator so you know you don’t have time to waste. You plant your lips over Adelaide’s mouth and you feel her quiver as you roughly **** her against the back wall of the elevator.

With one hand holding her hair you reach down with your other and find the little clasp holding her skirt up. With a quick swish of your wrist the clasp is undone and her skirt is on the ground.

“Mmmm garters you dirty little slut. Who wears garters to a board games night?”

“I just like the way they feel.” She whimpers

“Or little sluts looking to get fucked. Now get this off.” You pull her shirt up over her head and look at the leather top she has on under it.

“Now that’s more like it.” You turn her around and begin to kiss her neck from behind. You run your hands all over her body making sure you pay plenty of attention to her big fake titties. Before long you feel her melt into your hands and her breathing become ragged.

“Oh my poor little slut, you struggling already? I haven’t even started on your pussy.” You say in between kisses as you pinch and roll her nipples between your forefinger and thumb. “but maybe it’s time.”

You reach down and she lets out a moan. She cant hide it and doesn’t even try, spreading her legs for you and soon as she feels your hands. “Mmmmfffff yes please mistress.”

“Oh wow aren’t you my eager little goth slut. And this pussy is sopping wet. Just the way I like it. I guess there’s no need to warm you up.” You **** your tongue down her throat while work fingers immediately attack her clit.

Her knees buckle and she moans into your mouth, you hold her tightly as the wobbles threatening to lose balance as you begin to work her clit faster and faster while your other hand is getting rougher and rougher with her tits.

She rips her mouth away from yours and gasps. You hold her tightly and whisper in her ear “That’s only number 1 bitch, get ready for round 2.”

Her poor face gives you a bewildered look for a moment until she feels you two fingers deep in her pussy. Her eyes go wide and her knees continue to shake as you start fingerbanging her like she’s a drunk whore on a club dancefloor. At this point you step your rough game up a notch by moving in front of her and pinning her against the elevator wall by her throat.

Your favourite looks starts to appear on her face as you notice her eyes beginning to roll back and her body beginning to spasm.

“Oh no slut you don’t get to orgasm your way out of this one cause it’s time to add another finger.” You pull your fingers all the way out of her oozing snatch and smile for a second before slamming back in with three fingers.

“HHHHHEEEEEEEEEEKKK” she lets out a delightful little squeak as you ram your fingers up there and you can definitely feel her pussy really squeezing down on your extra digit. You aren't sure if she finished her second orgasm but at this stage you don’t even care kissing her up and down while slamming your fingers in and out, faster and faster until your hand is a blur between her legs.

After barely a minute you feel her pussy clench and you know she’s coming for a probably the third time in the 10 minutes since you pressed the emergency stop button. She moans and squirms and slowly sinks to her knees. You pull your hand away from her exhausted pussy and make a show of licking each of your fingers clean.

“Mmm little slut maybe a little more fruit in your diet for mistress.”

She mumbles something incoherent. You bend down and lift her chin up. She looks in your direction, but her eyes just look unfocused.

“Don’t look sad you have a board games night to get to its going to be fun. Remember….?” You lean in close and continue dropping to a whisper for dramatic effect, “If you think of calling ahead and cancelling I'm going to wait in your room and continue this fuck session only with the new glass dildo I bought on the weekend. It’s bigger than the one I fucked you with last week.”

You stop talking for a moment to look her in the eyes. She looks like the very definition of defeat. You kiss her with all the tenderness you can muster. “now go have a good time, or that sweet ass of yours is going to fucked into oblivion.”

At almost the perfect timing the intercom in the lift crackles to life “Hey, it’s Stacey the dorm supervisor, is everything okay?”

You leave the poor defeated goth on her knees and stand up and move to the intercom button. “Hey Stacey its Isabel, the lift made a loud bang earlier and I jumped and pressed the emergency stop button, we have been waiting her for like 15 minutes.”

“Oh hey Issy, yeah sorry about that it does that sometimes, but all good we reset it from the outside so it should be good again, just tap your floor button and let me know if it works.”

You tap the 1 button and hear the elevator hum to life. It moves for all of about 8 seconds and then the doors open. “It worked Stacey, thanks for that. I'm off to bed so I’ll see you later.”

"No worries Issy, have a good night."

“Well slut you enjoy your night now and me and my new dildo will be waiting for you at some point later in the week. Make sure you don’t stay up too late tonight, cause tomorrow could be a big day, who knows?”