[FM] Milf’s erotic roleplay as a schoolgirl slut who really needs better grades.

I’m nervous as I check into the hotel. It’s not the chastity belt denying me access to my needy pussy that is doing it. Nor the Hush vibrator that occasionally buzzes in my ass, reminding me to be a good girl at all times. It’s not any of those things because I am used to that. Well, mostly anyway. I’ve been property for nearly a year now.

Even after all this time, I know I am drawing stares. I’m sure they can smell my arousal. See my rock-hard nipples. They know that I am a slut. Gawd, shame and arousal war within me. It probably doesn’t help that I am wearing my daughter’s school uniform. Yeah… and the little tramp must have made some modifications to it because I swear the skirt is supposed to be longer than this.

My hair is up in pigtails and I’ve got the top three buttons undone. A fact the lady at the check-in desk notes with some disapproval… I wonder what she would look like spanking me. Probably damn good. Focus girl. I take the lollipop out of my mouth and ask for directions to room 114. Good god, this is humiliating. And having me dress like this, ordering it, a grown woman.

I hurry out of the lobby and follow the directions. I hope no one I know sees me because there is so much of me on display right now. My high heels make a clacking sound on the marble. That would not be allowed in a school. I would be sent home for even daring to look like this. Like a tramp. It would be fine if this was some seedy motel. Expected almost. But I am walking past businessmen.

I knock on the door to the room. It doesn’t open. I look up and down the corridor nervously as the vibrating butt plug flairs to life. He knows I am here. He wants that extra humiliation. Oh god. If I didn’t have that accursed belt on, I would do unspeakable things right now.

The door opens, and I practically fall into his arms. “Thank you, Sir”, I mumble into his chest. At 18 years of age, this young man still manages to tower over me, even in these stupid heels. Young, he may be, but he is rich, handsome and owns the keys to my belt.

He moves back as if burned. Right, the roleplay. The whole point behind prancing through one of the most exclusive hotels in the city while looking like an airheaded tart.

“Sorry, Sir. I, uh, was startled there.” I try.

“No worries Amanda, you wouldn’t be the first young girl to do that.” He replies. Damn, he is good at this.

“I wanted to talk to you about my grades Sir. I think there might have been a mistake.” I find myself getting into the roleplay myself. Licking the lollipop suggestively.

“There were many mistakes, Amanda, none of them mine, I assure you.”

I pout, that’s simply not fair. The lollipop leaves my mouth with a pop. A thin strand of saliva linking it to my lips. He gulps somewhat before recovering. Heh, I knew the pink lip gloss was a good idea.

“Please, Sir, surely there is something I can do to make the grade up. Maybe to improve the effort grade?” All of the grades are made up of two parts. A letter and a number. The letter describes my ability at doing something and the number describes how much effort I put into it. “A D4 like this will have me grounded for a month.” I try.

“That would be good for you Amanda. Give you time to focus on your studies rather than your string of boyfriends.”

Damn. He isn’t budging an inch. Time to bring out the big guns. I lean forward and squeeze my tits together between my arms.

“Please, Sir. I could be ever so grateful. I would do anything.” I offer seductively.

“Anything except study.” He sighs to himself. “You really are such an airhead, but I suppose it is my duty as an educator to prepare you for later in life and we both know exactly what skills you are going to need.”

“Yes, Sir.” I try to look contrite and ashamed but I cannot help the eager way I drop to my knees. My hurried fumbling for his belt. My eyes widen as I see his thick dick again and I gasp as it lands on my face with a meaty slap.

I moan as he lets me take it into my mouth. It hardens almost immediately and I have to draw back to look up at him. “It’s so big Sir.”

He chuckles. “Of course it is. This is a real man’s cock. Nothing like those limp-dicked boys you’ve been sucking behind the bike sheds.”

I smile at him but he just grunts and feeds me that delicious cock again. A year of practice on this meaty fuckstick means I can nearly take it all. My eyes still water though as he pushes my face up against his abs. I push myself forward and try to lap at his balls with my tongue but I miss as he starts slow thrusting into my mouth.

“You’re going to have to get better at sucking cock, Amanda. You’ll find it a valuable skill, possibly the only thing Men will ever compliment you on.”

Oh god. It’s talk like that, that got me into this mess in the first place. I whine against his dick as he uses my ponytails as grips and starts pounding my throat. Glurk, glurk, glurk. My pussy is soaked. Soaked and so useless right now. I wish I was unlocked.

Each thrust is sending this tingle of arousal through me and I can tell he is getting close. I look up at him pleading with my eyes for his cum. He grunts again and has to close his eyes. I can feel his legs shake as he pumps as much cum down my throat as his young perfect balls can manage.

I pull off and thank him before leaning forward to clean his cock off. He stops me and instead slaps that dick onto my face again. Letting the drool and leftover cum mix with my make-up Making a complete mess of my face.

I thank him again and pepper his cock with little kisses. His cock soon thickens again as only a young man can manage. “Mm. Such a good girl Amanda. If only you showed such dedication in the classroom.”

“I try sir” I promise between kisses. “I really do but I’m just so horny all the time and I cannot help myself. I always have these shameful fantasies.”

He laughs, clearly delighted with my debasement. His fat dick still smearing my carefully applied makeup.

“Get on all fours then little slut. I’ll see if I can fuck you hard enough that you can think straight this week.” He says and I can detect this hint of a growl in his voice. Oh my.

I quickly move to all fours and wiggle my ass at him. I cannot see his face but the enthusiastic swat of my ass certainly makes me think that he is happy. “Thank you, Sir.” I moan as I bite my lip in anticipation. His firm hands grip the buzzing plug and with a yank … oh fuckkk. I feel so empty now.

“Please, Sir. I need my plug to concentrate. It’s the only thing that keeps me sane. I need my ass to be stuffed.” I plead. He’s such a considerate young man though and within seconds I am feeling that mind-numbing pleasure. His gorgeous cock pushing into my eager hole.

I lose track of time at that point. The only thing that exists is his dick and the thrusts and moans. I’ve got a well-trained ass at this point. I have to as it is the only way I am allowed to cum anymore. God, I’ve been turned into such a slut.

Time passes. I look up and see myself in the mirror. No evidence of the proud woman. Just this dirty little slut with cum and makeup smeared on her face. Tits bouncing with each thrust. Moaning deliriously. She is getting off on this I can tell and Sir can as well. I am getting so close to the edge. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Please, Sir. Please fuck my ass harder.” I whine and then gasp as his hand lands on my rump again and again and again.

I cum. My ass ripples against his dick as he unloads inside of me. “Fucccccckckkkkkkk” I scream out.

I collapse onto the floor. A destroyed little slut. I can even hear the grin in his voice as he looks down at me. I gasp as he puts the plug back in. Keeping his seed inside of me.

“I think I’ll give that a C1” he muses. Indignation floods me. I’ve never had a grade below a B in my life. What is he even implying there?
“Hmpphh” I mutter from my position on the floor. “I’ll remember that young man. Don’t think that this excuses you from the essay you’ve got due on Tuesday.”
“Of course, Ms H. I’ve already done it.” He lies. “Besides.” He pushes his finger against my plug and my eyes roll-up. “You’ll give me an A anyway, won’t you?”

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