I feel so pretty, so cute. I am standing in the bedroom wearing my frilly white lace shorts matched with my little pink vest adorned with flowers and bows.
My legs are covered by pretty white socks that finish at the knees, they are adorned with lace and pink ribbons at the top.
My hair is nearly fixed into two low braids secured with little white bows. I feel adorable. I am adorable.
He walks in, towering above me, his eyes widening at the sight of me. Dark, glaring, filled with hunger, filled with fury.
But, no, that’s not how my story is going to go today…
“Get on your fucking knees, you have been a really bad boy,” I growl.
Twirling my braids, I continue, “This week you have not pleased me, you have been a really, really bad boy. And now, now you will be punished.”
“Yes Miss,” you bumble in reply, sinking to your knees compliantly.
Standing tall, I command, “Quiet, you’ve spewed too much bile this week, you are not to speak another word. You will now listen to me, your mouth to be used only for my pleasure and no longer my pain.”
I walk to the bed and sit on the edge of the duvet which is patterned with pink ribbons. I open my legs and look down on you.
“Look at me little one,” I breathe, “Stay low and crawl to me.”
Your eyes fix on mine, looking up from your head, respectfully lowered, you crawl slowly towards me.
You settle between my legs and I pat your head gently. “Good boy, you’re a good little pet for me.”
Taking my fingers, I push the frills from my shorts aside revealing my smooth pussy. I part my lips and say, “All week, your mouth has uttered words of pain, words to hurt, now your lips will be used only for my pleasure.”
I smile down at you, “You heard me, pleasure me, boy.” I see you bristle as I call you boy but my eyes widen and fix on you making it clear you will comply.
“You will worship this little pussy of mine” I purr.
Bowing your head, you lean in to my legs and your tongue starts to slide along my slit, flicking over my clitoris and plunging into my hole.
Your mouth and tongue lap hungrily at my juices. I grab your head and pull your head in hard between my legs, tightening my thighs around your head. You are smothered and struggle for breath. I smile as I watch your struggle before releasing my grip slightly.
I grind my hips towards your face, look down and you and smile, “in Uni unihat’s it you vile little fuckboy, you look so pretty covered in my cunt juices, don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“You are here for my use and pleasure only. It is your only purpose. My pleasure. Your needs matter not.” in
I grind my hips forward as I fuck your face with my pussy, you flick my clitoris with your tongue and suck hard on my little bean.
As you lap up my juices, I notice your cock, hard and erect. “Stand up,” I spit.
You stand before me and I smile, “Look at your needy dick, I make all the dicks hard.”
I lay back on the bed slightly and pull my legs up, splayed wide. “Spit on my cunt, you grubby little shit,” I demand. You spit on my pussy and I see beads of pre-cum leak from your dick. “Rub that needy cock against my clitoris, rub that skanky pre-cum over my cunt until it is sticky and covered.”
You groan as your dick rubs between my swollen lips, your pre-cum mixing with my juices, creating a magical potion of our shared carnal desires.
“Good boy,” I say, “Now, place that cock by my hole and apply light pressure, do not put it in,” I growl.
You guide your dick to my hole and push lightly against it. I tease my braids and then take one hand and hold out two fingers, “spit on these,” I spew.
Obligingly, you spit on my fingers and I move them between my legs and slowly start to finger over my clitoris, touching lightly at the tip of your dick with my movements.
“Listen to me, I am going to count to five. Five to mark the five days of your wicked whisperings I have had to endure. When I get to five you are to slam that dick deep inside me, make me feel the anger you have displayed towards me.”
I look at you, our eyes locked on each other, we know each others deepest and darkest secrets and desires. They are vociferously spoken, between us, in the silence of the moment.
“One… Two… Three… Four… Five!”
You thrust into me deep and hard causing me to draw in my breath as you groan loudly. Your cock hitting my cervix and my cunt enveloping you.
“I am greedy tonight, my needs are all that matter.” I whisper. “I want to come, I don’t want to wait, you are to fuck me like you hate me. Make me feel it. Make me fucking come”
Your eyes glaze, fixated on me, dressed so cute, dressed so pretty, but acting so dark, acting so dirty. The duality of my spirit striking in its complexity. I am small, but mighty. I am fearful, but brave. I am submissive, but powerful.
Your hand moves up and grabs my neck, squeezing tightly around my throat, as my fingers rag my cunt furiously. You pound into me without restraint.
“Take that you skank,” you mutter.
“What the fuck did you just call me?” I retort, spitting my words at you.
You boldly reply, “I called you what you love to be called, what you are, a skanky little slut.”
I am building now, I am close to the edge. My fingers furiously rubbing my clit as your strokes move deeply and relentlessly inside me.
“How rough do you want it?” you ask softly, your adoration and respect for me overriding, despite it all.
My eyes look up at you and widen, “fucking ruin me,” I murmur slowly.
You take over, pushing hard, my body starts to spasm, my orgasm building, the noise of my juices a beautiful melody to the tragedy of our song.
As I release, I squirt and feel your dick start to throb as you release your come deep inside my needy cunt. You keep pushing as you milk every last drop from your balls feeding it into my body.
You collapse down, your weight heavy on top of my fragile little body. “Good boy,” I whisper in your ear before pushing you on to your back and straddling over your dick.
I hold my position there letting the pungent beautiful mix our come dribble out of me, on to you dick, branding you like a filthy whore.
Forever marked with the stench of our dark desires, our hearts forever bound together with the memories of our carnal whisperings and deeds.
My bows are messy, they are no longer straight. My frills stained with our mess. Sullied and spoiled.
I take your chin into my hands, look deeply in your eyes, smile lovingly and say, “Now, fuck off and let me twirl!”
