A schoolgirl outfit made him come faster than I thought possible [FM]

“What do you think about school girl outfits?” I text him.

I look at white pleated skirt, plaid top, and white socks stacked on my bed. Almost like I’m getting ready for my first day of school tomorrow or something. Hmm. Maybe I took it too far with the socks.

“Conflicted haha. They’ve been made hot but in the end we’re fetishizing young girls..” he answers.

I roll my eyes and respond “Don’t think about it so much 😉”

The next day he texts me, “So what was this school girl outfit thing about…”

Knew it. I just send him a [picture](https://imgur.com/a/YMui7rq) of me wearing it.

“Fuck.”

And then: “I need to fuck you in that.”

We’re supposed to go out for drinks the coming Sunday. Our relationship is mainly sex, but we always go out for a meal or drinks beforehand. It’s kind of like forced foreplay, makes us slow down and sit with each other for a couple hours before tearing our clothes off.

I smooth the skirt over my hips. I turn in the mirror, the pleats swell around and over my ass. Who the fuck designed these to be so hot? My ass somehow looks bigger and my waist tinier at the same time.

I button the plaid blue cropped top. Too small to wear in public, so I pull a sweater over the whole thing. It looks surprisingly good and I don’t think anyone will be able to tell. It’s summer and the sun is strong as fuck outside, but my commitment to the slutty outfit is stronger.

I imagine what this is going to be like as I drive over. We’re in the same field, but he teaches a class at a local university. When I know he’s teaching, I tease him with all the things I would do if I was his student. He always says “Thank GOD none of my students look like you.”

I’m almost to the bar and I’m wondering how far the role play will go. I imagine him bending me over his desk and fucking me hard, handfuls of my hair in his hands and his cock filling me up.

I walk in and he waves me over. The bar is really crowded. As soon as I come over to him he says, “Oh my god. I cannot believe you actually wore it.” He covers his mouth with one hand in that feigned tortured way.

“What? Tennis skirts are in right now.”

“We both know that’s not a tennis skirt.”

“Yeah, but no one else knows that.” I smile and kiss him on the cheek.

He puts a hand on my leg and plays with the hem of my skirt. His hand reaches just under the fabric.

We have a civilized conversation over a couple drinks, but the secret slutty school girl outfit is burning a horny hole in both our brains. I keep imagining him bending me over a desk and fucking me until he comes inside me.

By the time we’re riding back to his house, I don’t even think the conversation is registering in either of our brains, neither of us can wait to get to his place.

Before we even get inside, he picks me up and holds me against the door to his place. I wrap my legs around him and I can feel his cock through his jeans against the thin fabric of my underwear. We make out hard while he’s trying to fit the key into the door. The door swings open and he carries me into the living room.

He sits down with me on his lap, we haven’t stopped making out. “Fuuuck, this skirt,” he says while rubbing my ass under it.

“Did you wear the top too?” He asks.

I pull off my sweater so he can see.

“Oh my god,” he says and throws his head back.

I pull his head forward and say, “Watch.”

I slowly start to unbutton to crop top. I push my chest out, my tits so tight against the fabric. With each button open, the remaining ones get tighter. The last one just pops open on its own, my tits spring out, his face a mix of pleased agony.

I rub my tits through the fabric until he brings his hands up to cover mine. He makes me pinch my nipple through the top. Fuck, they’re so hard now they could cut glass.

“I guess you like the outfit,” I can feel how hard he is underneath me. I shrug my top off, it drops around my hips and I keep rubbing my fingers around my nipples. When I split my two fingers peek a boo around one of them, he knows to put his mouth on it and tease me.

“You’re keeping the skirt on,” he tells me, while I turn around on his lap.

My hands are on his knees and I’m pushing my body back and forth against him, school girl lap dance. He has his hand under my skirt, I think he’s enjoying the tease of it all too. I look back at him and ask him to slap it.

He flips my skirt up and slaps my ass, hard. God, he’s so fucking good at that. I ask for it harder. The more he slaps me, the more I submit. I know the sex is going to be good.

I can feel that sex shift, that magical point when someone passes beyond inhibition. *He is about to the fuck the shit out of me, I think to myself. I can’t fucking wait.*

“Fuck, I can’t take it anymore.” He flips me over onto the couch and I squeal in excitement. *Fuck yes, rail me into this couch.*

Our usual sex is a fun mix of deviant, kinky, and athletic. Plus, he fucks me so hard I can’t think. The day after the last time we hooked up, he texted me a picture of his sheets that were ripped completely down the middle. It had been a particularly rough night, but god damn.

So I’m expecting something similar, if not more deranged because of the outfit and the teasing.

It starts like usual, him teasing me about not being able to take his huge cock and me begging him for it. He eases his way inside me and it feels so fucking good. He slowly fills me up with his cock until our bodies are pressed together and he’s thrusting all of himself inside me.

I’m about to start dirty talking about him being a teacher and asking him to bend me over his desk when he buries his head against mine and says my name.

Full stop.

My name.

It’s the first time.

The first time someone says your name in bed, fucking inject that shit straight into my veins.

The intimacy throws me off for a second, but I can sense this is not going to be what I expected.

I put my hand on the back of his head and pull him closer. I say his name back and then tell him how good it feels.

“You look so fucking good in that outfit. And the fact that you wore it out…” his voice trails and I know he’s getting close.

“We have to stop or I’m going to come.” I’m surprised. It’s been maybe one minute. He usually lasts a long time.

“It’s okay. I want it.” I do.

“I want to keep fucking you,” he says.

“No, really. Please,” I beg. “Please come inside me,” I say again. I’m so turned on by the fact he’s already close. That it feels so good, he can’t hold back. I want to feel his satisfaction. I’m past wanting to come myself and I just want to please him.

“Then get ontop.”

He sits back on the couch and I kneel around his legs.

I ask which way he wants it, thinking he might want me to face away so he can see me ass in this skirt.

“This way. I wanna see your face.”

*Fuck me.*

I put my hands on his chest and take his cock. It’s big, but I’m so turned on right now. I start riding him slow. I feel so tight around his cock that I let gravity do the work, slowly bringing me down on his cock. Our bodies close, he says, “I thought about this all day.”

I just started but I can tell he’s close again, he feels so hard. I grind myself against him, rolling my body the way he likes. My hands on his shoulders, tits in his face, pussy rubbing against his body. I push him against him a few times when he says my name again and starts coming. It’s long and deep, his body convulsing under mine while I ride out his orgasm.

He pulls me close and we stay like that a long time, his head against my chest, his cock buried deep inside me, my skirt still on.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wrp6r0/a_schoolgirl_outfit_made_him_come_faster_than_i