Honorary Slut

Honorary Slut
 
Are you a good girl or a bad girl?
He teasingly whispered
As his primal eyes set firmly on his prize
 
Neither.
She proudly declared
Slowly lifting her head
Meeting his eyes and waiting to be led
 
Neither?
He quipped back with vigor
His fingers ghostly begins to trace
As he leans in getting nearer
 
What makes me a good girl?
The pad of his index presses on her clavicle
Starting his journey taking her gasps as capital
 
Does it make me a good girl since my body remains undefiled?  
My cherry unpicked on it's vine
Not yet pummeled and turned into a vibrant red puree of pleasure
 
His finger now exploring her bustful valley  
Taking the slow route to the inevitable finale
 
Or does it make me a good girl since I am willing and eager
to submit and please
Out of sheer ease?
 
Another gasp escapes her lips
As that digit digs slightly into her diaphragm
 
Well then please pray tell  
what makes you a bad girl?
He catechized once more
Feeling amused and challenged
So he pressed again with deplore
 
Does it make me a bad girl since my mind is sinful and debauched?
Reaching now her navel
She began to squirm as he simply watched
 
Or does it make me a bad girl since I tease and jest
Taking little interest  
Barely indulging at best?
 
Time to be blunt.
And with a grunt
He gripped her cunt
 
His fingers delve to her core
Tell me now are you not a whore?
 
With baited breath she defeatedly moaned
 
I'm nothing but
an Honorary Slut.