Title: 19 new things for 19 years of Pixie
Author: Thee Disciple
Celeb: Pixie Lott
Code: MF, cons, reluc, oral, anal, feet fetish
Disclaimer: This story is not a representation of any of the celebs mentioned and was created by my twisted mind and should not be viewed or read by anyone under the age of 18.
Author’s note: I’d like to decicate this story to my mentor and friend Kash the Priest, I know you’re a huge Pixie Lott fan so just for you, I added some feet fetish 😉 For all you hardcore Pixie fans, you’ll know that she visited and performed in her old high
school in February of this year (2010)and that is when I have set it and I can’t remember what she wore, so I just made up what I wanted for her to be in :p. Please send feedback to email@example.com if you want to see more stories like this or on other Brits. We can brainstorm and enjoy!
It had been pretty cold the last few weeks; the snow was finally clearing up for like the third time. Who knows if it’ll stop snowing or not. I just couldn’t wait for summer to kick in, seeing women walk around in short skirts, showing off a lot of skin and most importantly, it wouldn’t be cold.
I had a week off of work and today was my first day back, I grudgingly woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, slapping it off the bed side dresser onto the floor causing it to stop immediately.
I looked down to see the back open and the battery’s had flown out a couple of feet. I hoped it still worked or I would have to yet again buy another one. I had been working as a ground keeper at the local high school, Brentwood County High School. Luckily it wasn’t the high school I went to, because the title of my job was a nice way of saying janitor. It was a job my friend hooked me up with after nearly a year of being unemployed.
I wasn’t a morning person and schools all opened for half eight, which sucked royally cause after a year of lying in till lunch time, this was a break in pattern and hence the requirement of needing to replace my alarm clock more often then I cared for.
Once I was ready to go, which was much later than I had planned that I had to take my car for a fifteen minute walk. I drove into school, I guess I should say work, but every time I walked in, I feel like how I did when I was fourteen.
“Do you know who’s coming in today?” Sandra at reception asked me as I clocked in.
“John Travolta?” I responded with the most unlikely name I could think of.
“A very close guess but she’s a female,” she responded calmly.
“Why must you always ruin things with your dry sense of humour?”
“I always thought it was moist,” I responded.
“Fine I won’t tell you then!”
“No, no. Go on, tell me. I’m dying to know,” I responded. She gave me an annoyed look.
“Not that I should tell you, but it’s a former student of here,” she started.
“A former student? Then what the shit would I care?”
“Cause her name is Pixie Lott,” was all she said. Now admittedly she had me intrigued.
“Who the shit is she?” I said trying to sound like I didn’t care.
“Oh my God! You don’t know who she is?”
“Oh please! Like an old bitty like you knows, let me guess? Your grand kids showed you a video of her on the internet?”
“I don’t even have kids let alone grand kids; I’m only a few years older than you!”
“Didn’t think you old geezers would notice the difference,” I responded, getting the rise out of her that I had been planning on all along.
“Again, I’m only a few years older than you!”
“I’m sixty two pushing retirement,” I responded.
“Ha ha(!) Real funny(!)” She said sarcastically, “Our ages combined won’t even make that figure!”
“Whatever, just go back to twittering on your face space or whatever you were doing,” I said as I began to walk off.
“There’s so many things wrong with what you just said I don’t know where to begin…..” I heard her voice fade out as I walked away from her.
Sandra was definitely not what you’d expect of a receptionist at a high school, usually they’re middle aged mothers, she was single and somewhat an air head that you’d usually come in to find her filing her nails.
Although I was late to work the kids were still coming into the main hall for assembly so Pixie Lott was still yet to make her appearance. Soon the head teacher came up to the middle of the stage to address the children.
The doors of the hall for the assembly was still open for any of the kids coming in late, I stood by the door at an angle so I wouldn’t be seen clearly and to get a peek at Pixie, which I didn’t get a good view of, but I did get a view. She was dressed in school uniform, with her top shirt button open and a tie, a blazer with the school’s emblem and a very short skirt with knee high white socks. Basically like a pervert’s fantasy come to fruition.
She gave a spiel about staying in school and doing your best and then performed a track off of her album. She looked so hot performing on the little stage that it wouldn’t surprise me if the younger boys pre-maturely ejaculated in their pants, that’s how hot she looked, showing off those gorgeous legs and that tight looking bum. Oh great(!) That would be another thing for me to clean up!
Once the head teacher called an end to the assembly I quickly went to hide. Now that may sound strange but it is the smart thing to do, because if they can’t find you, they can’t make you work.
I decided to head off to the theatre department, the teacher over there was pretty fit and I figured I could flirt pr at least try to flirt with her and maybe dust off my cock and finally put it to use again.
“Hi there Ray,” she greeted me.
“Hey Mia” I greeted her back. “You’re not excited about the big star that’s here?”
“I don’t really know who she is and I was never her teacher,” she shrugged her shoulders.
“But I bet if someone like that queerbag Jude Law came in you’d be right at the front with a roll of tissue,” I winked.
“I’m a woman, why would I need a roll of tissue?”
“To wipe up all the drool coming out of your mouth of course,” I chuckled.
“You’re not as funny as you think,” she said not sounding amused as she walked away from me. I guess the dust was going to turn into cob webs now.
“I thought I was,” I said out loud to myself shrugging my shoulders.
“I thought you were too,” a female voice said from behind.
“What the…….“ I said getting a scare as I didn’t know anyone else was here and I turned around.
“Holy……“ I froze as I saw Pixie Lott. “What— What are you doing here? In this area I mean.”
“I was looking to meet my old school teacher, but she left,” she pouted a little looking me up and down.
“Yeah, I would ask what her name was, but I barely can remember any of the teacher’s names that are here right now let alone, ones that have left.”
“Don’t your colleagues get a little miffed that you don’t make the effort?”
“You see, right now I could pretend to be something I’m not to impress you, but I’m not, I’m the janitor here so no one cares.”
“You’re the……. You’re the janitor here?” She asked looking shocked, once again looking me up and down.
“Yeah, I’m Ray,” I extended my hand, “Don’t worry, I have just got in so my hands are clean,” I added.
“That isn’t why I’m not shaking your hand,” she said taking my hand and shaking it. “When I came here there was never any fit janitors here, there was barely anyone cute working here.
“That means a lot to me, that a female that isn’t my mother thinks that I’m cute,” I smiled at her. Pixie smiled back, not feeling the slightest bit embarrassed by her making a pass at me.
“Especially from one of the cutest women in the UK,” I added and that got her blushing.
“Actually, I said fit, it would be a little messed up if your mum thought you were fit,” Pixie corrected me.
“Yes it would, but I was referring to you saying there was no one cute working here whereas now there is, so that must mean you think that I am cute as well as being fit.”
“Why do all the fit guys have to be such a narcissist?”
“I’m just repeating the words you used,” I defended myself. “So all your fans come up to you and tell you how fit they are too?”
“Unfortunately, no. They seem to be too scared to even ask me out,” Pixie sighed. “But you’re different, you’re not intimidated. You go around telling women to use a roll of tissue for masturbation then deny it.”
“I thought you got the joke about it being about drooling,” I rolled my eyes. “Wait….” I said as I realized something. “Are you implying you want me to ask you out?”
“Maybe?” She replied with coy smile, turning her back to me.
“So you want to go out to lunch?”
“You took long enough to ask.”
“Is that a yes?”
“What do you think?”
“Stop talking in riddles woman!” I said pretending to be agitated, causing her to laugh.
“So are you going to try and have sex with me after lunch?”
“Uhhhh….” Her question just really caught me off guard.
“Well… I guess we’d need to make love in order to see if we are in love,” I shrugged my shoulders like it was nothing.
“Well, I’ve only ever been with one guy before and unfortunately, he was small and was shit in the sack, so there’s no way I’m getting roped into another relationship with someone who’s a crap lay,” Pixie just kept surprising me with every word that came out of her mouth.
“Well… I guess there’s only one way to find out….”
“Yeah!” She cut me off. “Let me see your willy.”
“Well if it’s small I don’t want to waste my time,” she said it as casually as I did when I was babbling about love making.
“Fine!” I said unzipping and pulling my cock out.
“And that’s when it’s soft?” She asked and I nodded. “Fucking hell! That’s already bigger than the last guy I was with!”
“The only guy you’ve been with,” I added. She looked around.
“Is there any classes in here in the morning?” She asked.
“What day is it today?”
“Friday,” Pixie replied.
“There shouldn’t be anything till second period,” I stated.
“Oh, then you fancy a shag?”
“Do I fancy a…..? Are you serious?”
“There’s so many thing’s in life I haven’t done, like had sex at school or had sex with a stranger and I’m in uniform and in a school and you’re a stranger, that’s two things in one go!” She chuckled.
“Well… if you’re serious, then…. get on your knees and…..” I pointed at my dick indicated that I wanted her to suck it.
“You think I won’t do it?” Pixie asked.
“I’m hoping you will,” I said. Pixie didn’t say anything further and dropped to her knees in front of me. I could feel my manhood growing from just having her face so close to my dick. She opened het mouth and I could feel her warm breath on the tip of my cock.
“Aaahhhhhhhhh!” I moaned as Pixie opened her mouth taking my cock head in and then gently placing her lips over my shaft.
“Ooohhhhhhh fuck!” I moaned throwing my head back as she began working her lips up and down my shaft. I could feel my dick get harder and grow in her mouth with every stroke of her lips on my shaft until she could no longer fit my full length in her mouth and only worked her lips on the top half of my erection.
“Stop! Stop!” I moaned pulling her head back, getting her lips off of my cock.
“What’s wrong?” Pixie asked.
“I want to fuck you now,” I stated. I looked around and there was nowhere for us to have sex other than the floor.
“But I’ve barely sucked it!”
“It’s been a really long time since I had sex and I don’t want to blow my load in your mouth at least not until I have been inside your pussy first,” I replied.
“Oh, okay, but I’m not sure if my tiny little pussy would be able to handle that big cock,” she smiled lying flat on her back on the floor, leaning back on her forearms, her legs spread.
I went in between her legs, slid my hand up her firm thighs, grabbed her knickers by the waist band and pulled them down. Pixie raised her legs helping me to pull them off. I lifted her skirt up to see her pussy for the first time; I started to lower my head.
“No, we don’t have enough time,” Pixie said lifting my chin up. She wanted no foreplay and to get straight to it which I wasn’t going to protest against. I quickly got onto my knees in between her legs, held my member in my hand, feeling my hand quiver in anticipation of being seconds away from entering the pussy of one of the most desirable women in England.
“Oh shit!” She moaned as I pressed my cock head into her love hole.
“Fuck you’re tight!”
“I’ve never had anything this big in there before,” she moaned flattering me, placing her feet on my chest, but she still had shoes on and the edges of the sole was pressing against me in an uncomfortable way that I had to pull her shoes off, but left the knee high socks on as they were quite hot and turned me on.
“God, you’re so hot!” I moaned moving her legs to either side of me as I lay on top of her, placing my lips on hers. I felt like any second I was going to wake up with a pile of jizz on my thighs and realize it was a dream but I could still feel the slight pain of her shoes digging into my chest that it couldn’t be.
“Fuck me hard!” Pixie said breaking the kiss and I began slamming my dick deep into her pussy hard, causing her to yelp with every thrust.
“Oh yeah!” She moaned every time I thrust my manhood deep into her cunt, wrapping her legs around my waist tighter.
With each thrust I added more pace until I was now thrusting into her pussy as fast as I could.
“Make me cum!” Pixie whispered and I pushed myself up so I was on my knees in between her legs, still pumping my cock in and out of her cunt fast and hard. I placed one hand on her crotch, placing my thumb on the top of her pussy lips, pressing against her swollen clit.
“Uh FUCK!” She let out a loud moan as I started rubbing her clit as fast as I could as well as thrusting into her fast, but not as fast as before, I didn’t want to cum before her in case I couldn’t finish her off.
“Oh shit! OH GOD! I’M GOING TO CUM! KEEP FUCKING ME!” She yelled and I drilled into her pussy faster and faster, hearing a loud sloshing sound now as her juices started to flow.
“UUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” She screamed as she climaxed thrusting her hips up into the air and off of my prick.
“I’m so close too!” I moaned grabbing hold of my dick and pressing it against her pussy.
“Don’t cum inside me!” Pixie pleaded I was too close to move to her mouth, I’d probably end up ejaculating all over her blazer which wouldn’t be too good for her image to leave with jizz stains on her blazer.
I started stroking my cock with full intention of cumming on her pussy and I noticed her feet. I quickly grabbed them, grabbing an ankle in each hand and putting them together so the soles are touching with my dick in between them.
Pixie let out a little giggle as I began pumping my cock with her feet, feeling the soft fabric of her socks as I pressed her soles hard against my shaft.
“Let me do it!” She said giggling like…. well… a school girl. I let go off her ankles and she continued to stroke my manhood fast with her feet.
“SHHIIIIIIIITTTTTTTT!!!!!!!” I moaned out loud throwing my head back as I felt my cum shoot up my shaft, Pixie continued to stroke my cock hard and fast as my cum spewed out all over her soles, her socks soaking up my cum causing her to giggle.
“That feels so warm!” She laughed as her feet strokes slowed down. “Pass me my shoes,” She asked reaching out for them with her hands.
I picked them up and took a look at the soles of her feet, seeing her cum soaked socks.
“I don’t want to get any spunk on the floor so quickly put my shoes on,” she said to me and I did as she asked. I quickly put my dick away and zipped up.
“Oh yeah! Your knickers!” I said picking them off the floor. She lifted her legs up into the air and I put her feet into them, pulling them down as far as her knees then she grabbed them and placed her feet on the ground, using them to help push her hips up and get her knickers on.
“Well, I guess that’s three things I’ve never done before,” Pixie chuckled.
“What’s the third?” I asked.
“Wanking a dick with my feet,” she gave a big teethy smile.
“You can wank my dick with anything you want,” I replied.
“Do you break for lunch same time as everyone else?” Pixie asked.
“Yeah,” I replied.
“Do you drive?”
“Then meet me at that cafe next to McDonalds. It shouldn’t take any more than ten minutes to get there,” she said and kissed me on the lips before turning around and walking away.
“As much as I have already fallen in love with watching that arse walk away, don’t go!”
“You have work to be doing,” she smiled looking back at me and left the room. I was quite surprised by how quick it had happened and how casual she was after it, making a quick bee line to the door which is what I should’ve been doing considering the fact that I’m the male in this equation!
The next few hours were agonising, I just wanted be with Pixie Lott and they felt like an eternity. Ten minutes before lunch I headed out of work early and onto the high street, found a parking spot and walked into the cafe and true to her word, she was already there waiting for me.
“That same school girl outfit suggests that you haven’t gone home,” I commented on the fact that she was still in the school girl outfit. “So that means you came here straight away and have been waiting for me to come over, I am so touched,” I teased her.
“Shut up!” She thumped me on my forearm as I sat down.
“Owww!” I said rubbing my arm as she was now just being plain out mean.
“No I’m not! And I did change,” she chirped going back to being all nice.
“Into a different school girl outfit?” I asked still rubbing my arm
“No!” She laughed, “Just my socks, I had to wash my feet too, your cum smelt pretty strong, I could smell it even with the shoes on!” She added lowering her voice.
“Oh,” I said.
“Plus I figured you might want a little more feet action,” she smiled as I felt her foot touch my thigh. I looked down to see her foot in socks on my lap.
“So have you eaten?” I asked.
“Now what kind of lunch date would it be if I eat before you come in?”
“That’s a good point,” I chuckled. “So what can I get you?”
“What are you having?”
“Coronation chicken, Panini,” I replied.
“I’ll have the same too,” Pixie shrugged. I quickly placed the order at the counter, paid and the guy said he’d bring it over so I sat down.
“So how’d you wind up as a janitor?” Pixie asked.
“Jobless for a year that’s when a mate of mine working at the school said he could hook me up with a job, I took it out of desperation,” I replied.
“I thought you didn’t know anyone’s name there?” She smiled.
“He got a promotion at another school so he left,” I replied. “Anyways, enough ‘bout me, why’d your parents give you the name Pixie?” I asked.
“They didn’t, my name is Victoria,” she replied.
“So what’s with the name Pixie?”
“Its cause my mum thought I was tiny like a fairy when I was a baby and called me Pixie and it sorta stuck,” she answered.
“Panini’s,” the waiter placed a tray with the food. Me and Pixie started to eat.
“Refill on the tea?” He asked Pixie.
“Please!” Pixie replied.
“Anything to drink?” He asked me.
“You got Diet Pepsi?”
“We have Diet Coke,” He replied.
“Tea it is then,” Coming right up,” he said and walked off.
“What’s wrong wit Diet Coke?”
“I’m not even going to go into that,” I replied.
“Ooo-kay!” Pixie said like I was a crazy person.
“So where are we going after lunch? Your place?” I asked.
“I live with my parents and my brother and sister, so no,” Pixie replied.
“Are they older than you?”
“Who on Earth has parents younger than them?” Pixie smirked knowing what I was asking but choosing to be the one doing the teasing this time.
“Jeez, I guess what they say about you blondes is true,” I rolled my eyes.
“It’s called a joke,” she said responding the same way as I did.
“I know, you’re not the only one that can make a funny,” I grinned.
“Prick,” she muttered as she laughed. “I’m the youngest,” she answered as we stopped talking to eat.
“Well, I guess that means we’re going back to my place?” I asked as we were now both finishing off the Panini’s.
“Yep,” she took her foot off my lap, put her shoe on, got up and paid for the teas as I finished mine off.
“Let’s go!” She said walking out, not even waiting to see if I was following. I quickly got up and found myself running out the door so I didn’t lose sight of her.
“Where’s your car?”
“Just over there,” I pointed. “What about your car?”
“I don’t drive,” she replied as we walked to my car.
“Then how’d you get here?”
“I hire a driver for when I have to make appearances, you said you had a car so I dismissed him after he dropped me here,” she replied. It took less then two minutes to get to my flat.
“You live that close and you drive?” Pixie asked looking shocked.
“Only when I’m running late,” I replied. “A few minutes by car or fifteen minutes by foot.
“Doesn’t sound too bad when you put it like that,” she said as she followed me into my flat. I led her into the living room and we sat down on the sofa.
“So where should we start?” Pixie asked. I leaned in forward, moving my mouth towards hers and she moved her mouth forward, kissing me. I opened my mouth and she slipped her tongue in.
“Mmm…..” I moaned breaking the kiss. “I want you to strip for me,” I said to her.
“I’ve never done that before,” she said.
“That can be the forth thing you’ve never done before,” I commented.
“Actually, fifth, I’ve never had unprotected sex before.”
“Oh shit! I’m sorry, should I wear a condom?”
“No, I’m going to take a morning after pill, but still, just don’t cum inside me I don’t want to add to the risk of getting knocked up,” she added.
“Where’s your stereo?” She asked.
“In my room,” I replied.
“Let’s go in there then.”
“So quick to get me in the bedroom so you can start violating me,” I tutted.
“So you wanna do it here instead then?”
“Sure! Why not? Start stripping those clothes off and show me that young, nubile body.”
“Shouldn’t I have music to strip to?” Pixie pointed out the fact that my stereo was in my bedroom and not the living room.
“Yes, but seeing as though you are a singer, I want you to sing ‘Turn it up’ whilst you strip for me, but keep the skirt and tie on, that looks hot,” I said. “And the socks too.
“I can’t that’s too embarrassing!” Pixie blushed a little.
“Probably because you lip sync,” I goaded her.
“I do not!”
“All you pop singers do, now’s your chance to prove you don’t.”
“Fine!” She said as she stood before me, clearing her throat. “This is the fifth thing,” she added.
“Are you keeping count of all the new things you’re doing today?”
“Only because you keep doing new things I’ve never done before,” Pixie said as she stood in the middle of the room.
“Skip the first verse, that’s too slow and jump right in from the chorus,” Pixie just nodded her head to show that she was going to do what I asked. She took a deep breath as she seemed a little nervous and placed her hands on her hips and looked up and smiled.
“Turn it up, turn it up for the people that say; we’re moving on and we’ll be okay…” she started off as she began to sway her hips side to side, repeating that line another three times.
She went into the next verse as she swiftly, almost without me noticing her step out of her shoes, unbuttoning her shirt buttons one by one as she moved her body.
“I know you can’t stay, so I won’t be waiting, anticipating for the fall,” she sang as she touched her stomach, cupping her boobs and reaching back undoing the back of her bra, with it slipping down to reveal her pink erect nipples.
“We had our time, baby, so I won’t be waiting, anticipating for the call,” she sang the next line after a long pause which wasn’t part of the actual track but she was going with what suited the situation best.
She pulled her shirt back and off her arms, letting it fall to the floor, then rushing forward, dropping to her knees in front of me, her face going into my lap and as she pulled her face away she managed to swiftly get her bra down her arms and on my lap, pulling my dick out and holding her bra at either end and rubbing the middle against my hard-on, tying it in a lose knot around my shaft.
“Turn it up, turn it up for the people that say; we’re moving on and we’ll be okay,” she went into the chorus for the last time, turning her back to me, looking over seductively as she lifted the back of her skirt as she wriggled her arse, pulling her knickers down her round exterior, showing me her arse and shaking her rump as she continued singing.
“Turn it up, turn it up for the people that say; we’re moving on and we’ll be okay” she sang as she bent right over her arse cheeks parting and her puckered hole showing as she pulled her knickers down to her ankle stepping one foot out and spinning to face me as she walked towards me, criss crossing her legs.
“Turn it up, turn it up for the people that say; we’re moving on and we’ll be okay” she repeated the line one last time as she straddled me, pressing her chest against me.