I love the way eyes follow me as I walk into the room, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. School Girl Sex flashes through my mind as I tease them perfectly, letting them imagine every naughty scenario they’ve been craving. I’m definitely the most popular slut in school that every sports player desires to fuck me each day, every whisper of my name reminds me that I’m the one they want more than anything.
I lean closer, letting my hair brush their shoulders, letting them feel just how much control I can take over their thoughts and their bodies. They can’t resist me, and I make sure of it. Every moan, every desperate plea is music to my ears, proof that I’m the biggest thrill in their fantasies. I love that I’m the girl everyone dreams about, the one who leaves them aching for more.
When I move, it’s slow and teasing. Every inch of my body is a tool to make them weak, to make them surrender completely. I whisper promises they can’t resist, tempting them into spending just a little more for a taste of what only I can give. I slowly bend over with my tiny skirt, trying to pick up a pencil I accidentally dropped. “You need help with that?” They all ask in unison. “Thanks but I think I can reach it” I say softly like a good little nigger slut.
“Meet me after class in the boys locker room, I have something for you” The team captain of the football team says eagerly. “Of course, you know I’ll be there waiting for you guys always just like last time” I say blushing immediately. I’m not shy, not timid every look I give, every lick of my lips, tells them I’m theirs to crave tonight.
I know exactly how to play them, how to push the line between pleasure and obsession. I let them think they’re in control, while I guide every heartbeat, every gasp, every ache. They can’t get enough of me, and honestly? I love it. I’m the ultimate temptation, the fantasy they tell their friends about but could never describe fully without blushing.
Even when I let them catch their breath, it’s never over. I give just enough to leave them desperate, hungry for the next time they can hear my voice, feel my touch, and taste the thrill of me. “Yes give it to me” I scream as they each take their turns on me. “Pull her hair harder, she needs this dick she’s been teasing us all day in class with that slutty little skirt she’s been wearing” One yells from behind me. Every second with me is unforgettable, every moment designed to make them crave more, to make their wallets open willingly, because they know it’s worth it.
Towards the end of them each slutting me out as a group, they’re shaking, aching, and already planning their next fuck session. And I? I’m smiling, knowing I’ve left them exactly where I want them: hopelessly addicted, completely enchanted, and convinced there’s no one else like me. Sapphire isn’t just a name, they will remember me forever as the ultimate whore fantasy, the girl everyone wants, the young slut who gives everything you crave and leaves you begging for more.
