Don't Say Love

Don't say love... god that killed me. I dream of you walking around a party. Making eye contact with me. Talking to your friends brushing past me. I turn to speak to you and you walk away from me. You brush past again and I open my mouth to speak and you stare at me as if I'm not there.

I search the house to find a bathroom and clear my head... in the back of the house I find a place to be alone. Sad. Lonely. I slip my panties to my ankles and sit to pee. Lost in my thoughts the door suddenly opens, it's you. I stand quickly and reach for my panties only to feel the palm of your hand cross my face "I didn't tell you to get dressed slut".

Quivering I stand to face you You slowly move to my side... your firm hand on my tiny waist and suddenly I'm leaning over the sink. Your hand moves from the small of my back to my shoulder blades and I feel pressure moving me towards the mirror over the sink. The cold porcelain is pressing against my bare thighs still not covered by my skirt left around my waist when you punished me for touch my underwear.

My cheek is pressed against the cold glass... I feel your foot touch the inside of mine the suddenly without warning my feet are spread apart lowering my body and my face slides down the smooth glass.

Don't speak you command... the word but... slips from my mouth and immediately my small bottom is on fire from the palm of your hand. "What did I just say slut". Don't speak I repeated and SMACK my tiny bottom lights up again... I said don't speak. My head is spinning I fear making another mistake. I close my eyes and concentrate. A whimper escapes my throat and my eyes jolt open for fear of being slapped again... but no slap.

I feel your body press against mine and your hot breath is close to my ear. "Whimpering is allowed you pathetic whore" and with that my chest heaves and with my exhale the tiniest whimper emerges from my throat I feel the weight of your firm hand slide down my back. Your body still pressing against mine.

Your hands traces the slight curve of my ass and I feel your soft but strong fingers push between my cheeks. I gasp and my body reacts to you and I arch my back slightly pushing my ass outward. I feel your breath against my ear again. "You're an eager little one aren't you". No I say but before the whole word is formed SLAP! On my now red ass cheeks. No fucking talking I hear you say through your teeth.

Your hand is back on my ass.. slowly circling the area you've been abusing. Caressing me. Comforting. Your fingers trace down my crack again. "She must feel the heat coming from between my legs" I blush with embarrassment. My fucking body... it betrays me.

Your fingers follow the curve of my as which I know will lead your to my dripping cunt. My fucking cunt. Not a pussy. A pussy would't betray a girl... it's my cunt, because she has a mind of her own. As these thought pierce my brain your finger pushes up the side of my thighs pushing my labia together and putting pressure on my clit. No... please no... I'm embarrassed, I imagine myself saying... but don't.

As if you can hear my thoughts you whisper... what a wet little tart you are. Your cute little pussy is dripping into the palm of my hand.

You lay your middle finger flat against me and my swollen labia part... lips opening... exposed to you and the only thing separating your finger from my sex is the slippery layer of lubricant leaking from inside me.

With that thought blurring my minds eye, you press your slim ling finger into me and I can't help but groan the words "oh god".

Waiting... Waiting... What is she waiting for? These thought burn my mind but I dare not ask.

You're holding your hand still, impaled on your finger I whimper.

Time seems to be standing still and i whimper again.

You snicker in a beautiful sultry voice you say, "I'm waiting".

Go ahead slut, you have my permission. With those words I begin to grind my hips slowly. Feeling your finger shift side to side inside me. Grinding a little more I lower my weight I push onto you and I am met.

With the same force back from your hand.

That's it baby girl, fuck yourself on my hand you say.

Give your virginity to my finger. Virgin? Virgin? I've fucked before...

More princess you whisper. Make yourself cum little girl.

My heat is pounding in my chest, my breathing is shallow. Then she penetrates me as deep as she can.

My hips grind harder, my knees bend then straiten, bend then straighten.

Your finger is invading me... I feel wetness trickling down my thighs.

I... I.... I'm cu. "Yes princess, use your words". Be a good girl she said.

Good girl, GOOD GIRL! Fuck those two words! I feel you grinning against my cheek knowing you just.

Triggered me.

I feel a gush of liquid flow from deep inside me and around your finger... I begin pouncing on your hand riding your finger through wave after wave of deep orgasm. I begin to moan loudly and your other hand covers my mouth and I scream into it.

My body is shaking, I feel your finger slip from inside me and I let out a long moan of disappointment into you hand over my mouth.

You spin me around looking closely into my eyes. "You are a very good girl". Put your skirt down but leave your panties in the trash can. You won't need them any more are the last words I hear as you open and close the door.