Schoolgirl

Me smiles, looking at the skimpy costume. “Clara likes this one too, likes me as a naughty schoolgirl. She spanks me when I’ve been bad, and spanks me even harder when I’ve been good.” Her smile grows wider. “There’s this other schoolgirl outfit, I think it was Romana’s, but Clara prefers the scanty version, loves licking my exposed flesh. Wouldn’t you love to lick me all over?”

Without waiting for an answer, Me removes her large leather coat and becomes invisible, perception filters kicking in.

You hang there expectantly, waiting and waiting and waiting, your hard cock twitching and then starting to fall.

“Miss Me?” she says, reappearing in her sexy schoolgirl outfit, with its tight white blouse, a striped tie that hangs between her breasts, a short navy blue skirt and white socks. You audibly gasp, your cock back at full mast. “I guess you like this outfit. you pervert, must want to educate me so bad. This milking should be ever so easy.”

Her hands move to your cock.

“Maybe I should give you some encouragement first,” her hands moving away again. “You might love the outfit, but I bet you’ll love me removing it even more. I’m going to stand right here, and no perception filters this time.”

She starts singing ‘School’s Out’ and dancing in front of you. “I love Alice Cooper,” she says, breaking off from singing. “Me and him were a thing back in the Seventies, people used to call us Malice. Only women bleed? I soon corrected him on that one.” She smiles, going back to singing, gyrating her young body in front of you, and then she starts stripping. Your cock goes even harder.

She removes her striped tie first, using it like a boa, dragging and rubbing it against her shoulders, and then she’s moving it between her legs, rubbing it against her crotch, her skirt rising. You wonder whether she’s wearing underwear and soon you’ll know for certain.

She stops singing, and throws her head up, looking at you. “You know what comes next, don’t you?” She resumes her singing and walks up to you, her pert breasts thrust out as she starts to unbutton her blouse, and then she lifts up the tie, still in her hand, and pushes it over your eyes.

“Don’t think you’ll ever get to see me naked, not until the game’s over,” she says, tying the tie at the back of your head, the makeshift blindfold completely stopping your vision. “But you won’t need to, I’ll tell you everything that I’m doing. I’m an excellent storyteller.”

You feel her moving away from you. “I’m undoing the buttons on my blouse now, ever so slowly. If you could look down your pupils would be expanding as they saw my breasts being revealed.” You hear her step towards you, and then she’s pressing herself against you. You let out a gasp.

“My perfect breasts are pressed against your big hard cock, I can feel your glistening precum being spread over them, and now I’m moving against you, but you know that don’t you. Fuck, how you know it, I can hear your moans. And while I jerk you off between my breasts, I’m removing my skirt. Do you know what colour my panties are beneath them? Whatever colour you want them to be. Wouldn’t you like to taste them, all moist from my excitement?”

All you can do is moan as she continues rubbing your cock. And then she turns round, grinding her ass against it.

“Don’t you want to cum? Cum all over me?”

You can’t help but agree, as she turns around again and you feel her moist pussy against your trembling cock, and every muscle in your body starts to tense, as you know that there’s no turning back.

“I’m sorry, but you only get ruined orgasms in this game,” she says, pulling away from you. “Don’t want you losing interest in the game, or losing interest in Me.”

Your confused cock just jerks and spasms, craving release, and then you feel her wrapping a damp cloth around it - no, you realise it’s her moist panties - and your cum begins to dribble out.

Me’s hands slowly and methodically move along your cock, milking every last drop of cum from you, and then she removes the panties and continues to stroke your sensitive cock, long after it’s empty, and as you twitch and squirm and beg her to stop, you just hear her laughing, singing how she's poison running through your veins, as the painful stroking continues, and then you stop complaining as she’s pushing something into your mouth. You can tell from the taste and the smell that it’s her panties.

Finally, long after you can take no more, she loses interest in your cock, just leaving you hanging there, unable to see, the salty taste of cum in your mouth.

You don’t know how long passes before she finally removes your blindfold, takes the cum-drenched panties from your mouth. You’re sorry to see that she’s no longer naked, but back in her leather coat.