The Pixie Stories 06

"What do you think hmm?" Max was sat with another glass. Pixie turned round and smiled and Max knew that she was speechless though he wasn't sure in what way.

"Is it all right girl? Do you like it, I had it made especially."

"I love it!" She said despite still not knowing what to make of his gift. She glanced at the bed to take it all in.

On the bed was a pair of white as snow long school socks, a white short sleeved shirt, a short skirt of navy, green, grey and yellow tartan, two silk ribbons, one candy pink the other boy blue, a pair of soft cotton panties and a pair of black buckle shoes.

Max was behind her. His cock pressed into her back and stirred her thoughts back around to where she was. She smiled as he pressed it against her. She just wanted to be on her knees as soon as Max would allow.

"This outfit should be a perfect fit. I took the liberty of checking your clothes before I left. You're a UK size 6, size 3 shoe, and a 36EE bust right?"

"Yes Max. I don't mind you knowing."

"Why should you mind, you're perfect."

"I've never had anything like this before."

"It's a gift for me more than you though isn't it? Now I think of it."

"Do you want me to put it on?"

"Never mind that a moment, you know what I'm asking don't you? You understand why I bought you this schoolgirl outfit don't you?"

"To be honest, not really." She admitted feeling very foolish.

Max took a drink and stroked his moustache. He paused whilst he found the words, found a way to explain what he wanted and then decided to do what he always did and just say it without affectation or ambiguity. "I want you to be my schoolgirl. I want us to play a little game. I'm the Teacher and you're my dumb, innocent bimbo student. And I'm going to try and teach you Geography and if you don't work hard and learn then you're going to get a lesson in how to suck cock as punishment."

Pixie understood. Now it all made sense, it was a game. This again she thought but then quickly vanquished the thought. This was completely different, this was Max and there was no confusion with him he meant what he said. They'd have a little game of teacher and schoolgirl and then she'd get what she ached for, a cock in her mouth. Ok, this could be fun she'd never dressed up before or really done role-play in bed.

"I can't wait." She almost purred and hugged him. He playfully pushed her away. Go and try it on. Pixie started to undress then and there but he wanted an atmosphere of virginal innocence so ushered her into the bathroom. Pixie accepted this though she wondered why on earth he didn't want to watch her.

As she squeezed into the schoolgirl uniform Max told her about how he'd had the uniform custom made.

"In Hong Kong you can get anything and you can get it in twenty-four hours if you pay enough. It's mad, I think they've even got fuckin' sex robots now or nearly. I found this place that makes all sorts of costumes, you name it they make it, no questions asked. It was funny when I gave the dressmaker your measurements she was sure I'd got it wrong. I had to tell her you'd had your boobs done, she thought that funny and asked me what you looked like. She said you sound like some anime sex cartoon or some such shit."

"Haha, yeah, when you've had your boob's done buying clothes that fit can be tricky, especially when your skinny like me."

"Well, it should be a perfect fit, I hope so considering how much it cost me."

"Oh Max you really don't have to spend money on me, I'm not that kind of girl. Here, I think it's a bit tight, does it look ok?"

Pixie stepped out of the bathroom and right out of Max's dreams. There she was looking shy and feeling a little silly but also just a tiny bit sexy. She felt she understood the appeal.

The little buckle shoes shone on her small feet and the long cotton socks ended just above her knees. The tiny tartan skirt stiffly fanned out just about covering her panties. The shirt, despite Max's exact instructions was very tight. It gave the impression that one deep breath on Pixie's behalf would send the buttons rocketing across the room. Her breasts were squeezed in so tightly that they looked enormous to the point of cartoonish. Pixie's boobs were very big but in this outfit it made her look like she was a double G cup (she had made this observation before she came out a small question momentarily formed in her mind 'Should I go bigger?' She might look into it next year she answered and the thought vanished). Pixie's had also put her golden hair in bunches, one with a pink sink ribbon and the other blue. She awaited Max's approval.

Max looked at Pixie and his cock was sticky with pre-cum in his boxers. He hoped to god that he hadn't come without fully realising. This was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. If anyone had ever asked him 'what is sex?' He would simply point at Pixie in that moment and reply 'That is.'

"Fuck me you look beautiful." Was all he could muster.

"It's a bit tight round the boobs, it was a struggle to get them in." She cupped her breasts gently and Max was feeling dizzy with anticipation of his hands doing the same.

Pixie, without knowing why, skipped to the bed and sat down "Ready sir." She said playfully.

He stood up and she looked up at him with her expectant big blue eyes.

"Some rules first. This isn't to be some sordid game like that Nazi bitch Suzie had you playing. This is my game and there are rules and I want you to understand them, don't assume, understand ok."

"Yes sir."

"Good, and I'm liking the 'Sir' girl. Now I want you to forget everything you know about sex right? You're a virgin in this game, you've never even seen a cock, must likely have no idea what one is even if you saw one right?"

"So I'm a virgin?"

"Yes, funny as that sounds."

The memory of Pixie blowing Max whilst he prepared for his business trip made her smile; Virgin, a word that she hadn't thought about in a long while.

"So I'm the teacher, you're the pupil and you obey everything I say. Don't worry there's no belt or whip or god knows what contraption ok, so I won't hurt you. But there will be a punishment if you don't learn."

'I trust you Max. I know you wouldn't hurt me. But I'm not very good at learning things straight away, you'll have to be patient with me."

She remembers that a blowjob is to be the punishment, she wants instantly to break all the rules but she knows that Max wouldn't like that, he wants the build up.

"I shall be reasonably patient with you girl not to worry." Max slips off his jacket and Pixie notices his hard on. Max sees her gaze longingly at his crotch. She bites her lip and he can read her thoughts. Let the game begin.

"Girl, pay attention this is the classroom not the playground." His accent had softened and his phrasing had become more clipped. If she was acting the schoolgirl he was most definitely playing the role of a headmaster from some old black and white British film from the 1950s.

"Sit at the table." Pixie did so and noticed the change that had come over Max, how his voice had changed. The rough edges sanded down to a clipped 'posh' accent. It makes her smile and ensures she'll try her best to play along.

"Now girl, I'm going to ask you some simple Geography questions, ones we've covered in class many times. I hope you've been paying attention."

Pixie's eyes can't resist Max's hard on. If this had been a real lesson and not a game she'd still not have been able to pay attention. She'd be too busy daydreaming about slowly kneeling before him and reaching for the zip on his trousers.

"Are you listening?" Max snapped.

"Oh yes Max, sorry sir, it's just your cock I really want to suck it now. I can't help it."

Max was furious and broke out of character. "Listen you bimbo you're meant to be a virgin bimbo schoolgirl right not a raging cock-sucking bitch ok. Now play along for god sake!" He towers over her and Pixie nods frantically.

"Now question one, ready?"

"Yes sir." Said Pixie in her little girl voice.

"Perfect Pixie." He smiles at her to reassure her, her tone is perfect.

"Now, what river is longer, The Thames or The Nile?"

"The Thames?" Pixie genuinely doesn't know. Nile was a boy's name wasn't it? She asks herself.

"No, it's The Nile." Said Max incredulous, unsure if she's playing along or being truthful with her answer.

"Moving on. Name a country beginning with F."

Pixie thinks for a moment. "French, sorry France."

"Good girl, well done." He pats her on the head. "Now do you know the capital city of France?"

Pixie doesn't have a clue and her blank expression told Max as much. Silent again he can't work out if she was genuine or not. If she was then this girl really was the dumbest he'd ever known.

"Paris." He puts her out of her misery.

"Oh I do know that! Where Euro-Disney is." She chimes.

"Well one out of three is a poor score girl, you really haven't been paying much attention in my class have you? If you spent as much time reading and studying as you do brushing your hair and playing with your dolls you'd be the class genius by now."

"Sorry sir." Pixie answers meekly.

Max was struggling to get into the game. The pill he'd taken had drained his passion for the tantalising anticipation. He's eager to sate his desire and then (how would he manoeuvre it?) spend some time alone.

She looks so sexy and beautiful to him but inadvertently he feels he has discovered that this girl is all air. Dye her hair, take out her implants and yes she'd still be pretty but would he have looked twice? Would he have fucked her? Would he have bought her a schoolgirl outfit? No. He has indulged the shallow aspects of his character, which is unhealthy, degenerative, damaging to his own quality of being. The stupid answers Pixie had given had been a turn off to him. How had this happened? He saw himself and he didn't know if he liked what he saw.

Max, fifty-five, without a word he beckons Pixie off her chair and motions for her to stand beside him. He kisses her passionately and Pixie doesn't know what to do. Max twists his fingers into hers and presses her against him.

Max, fifty-five, smells her fresh clean skin, the soft perfume of her hair, the hard press of her chest against him. He feels her hand instinctively snake down towards his cock.

Max fifty-five, kisses her again, a kiss long, slow and hard. Is it a kiss of farewell? It is loving but cruel, a kiss that has a meaning separate from his hot and sticky cock that rests in Pixie's cold fingers.

Max, fifty-five, pushes her from him and she like a shard of ice on water slowly sinks and vanishes She keeps eye contact for as long as she can and Max looking into those big beautiful arctic blue eyes he senses a power that makes him ask who is dominating who?

Max, fifty-five, who feels all his thoughts melt away. He becomes nothing more than light and feeling, a pair of eyes, a rock hard cock, a tangle of shaking veins and soon to be burnt out nerve endings.

Max, fifty-five, who a few hours after returning to The UK from a very profitable business trip, has his cock in the mouth of a girl thirty-five years younger than him, dressed as a schoolgirl with cartoonish proportions. He has everything he wants but is it what he needs?

Pixie sucks and sucks and sucks and time vanishes from the room.