Follow the bully and see what happens
From Create Your Own Story
Jogging up the street to catch up to him, you didn't notice that the bully had ducked into an alleyway and you gasp in shock when you are grabbed from behind and dragged back into the shadows.
"Who the fuck are you?" he snarls.
"Brandon's mother."
"Who?"
"Brandon Jones, the kid you were just bullying."
"You're that shit stain's mother?"
"Yes.." you answer, not bothering to dispute the name he called Brandon.
He releases you and asks, "How is it that you are his mother? You are fucking hot as hell!"
"Thanks, but I want to talk to you about leaving him alone...not my appearance."
"You're a liar," he grins.
"What!? I don't appreciate you accusing me of lying," you shout back angrily.
"Just shut up. I know you are lying. You don't give a shit about him and...you want me."
"Oh my God! I can't believe that you would even think that," you laugh.
"It's true, I know it is. Otherwise why would you watch me beat the shit out of him and take the little bitch's phone? You didn't think I saw you, across the street, looking on...getting hot? Biting that lower lip and hugging yourself while you got wet watching? It turned me on to know that some bitch liked what I was doing, so I did it harder. Who knew it was his mother," he sneered, "and do you know what? I think you liked seeing that pussy get put down and shown his place and that now you want to fuck me far more than you ever wanted that piece of shit's father. It's true, isn't it?"
"I have absolutely no intention of ever cheating on my husband," you lie the best you can, "and if I ever were going to, it sure as hell wouldn't be with a kid like you!"
Before you know it than, The bully has grabbed your arm, pulled you toward him, and kissed you hard and passionately. His tongue snaked into your mouth as, automatically, you started fighting back, wrestling with him, and eventually shoving him off of you.
"Get the fuck away from me, asshole. I didn't ask for that! Leave me and my son alone!"
The bully grabs you back more forcefully this time, spinning you around so that your back was pressed to his front, and began kneading your tits.
"Your nipples are hard bitch. They get this hard with your hubby, hmmmmmm? The hubby you'll never cheat on?"
You struggle, trying to get out of the bully's grip, you hold back from using demonic strength so, he was stronger. Gasping, you intensified her struggles as she felt his hand cup her snatch.
"You like this, don't ya bitch? You like having the guy who is beating up your son playing with your twat don't you?"
Yanking down your pants, his hand grabbed roughly over your panties and he squeezed hard. You take a deep breath and grab hold of his arm. You have showed him a reaction you could not hide. Your pussy is dripping wet.
Biting down on your lower lip, you fought the arousal, the arousal you had been fighting since this bully threw Brandon to the ground taking his phone.
"Leave me and my son alone," You gasp, your throat amazingly dry and your plea noticeably less enthusiastic this time around.
"I don't think so. I think I am going to keep on beating the shit out of your cunt of a son and you are going to let me, while I fuck you better than anyone has ever fucked you in your life. And you know what? Even knowing that I am tormenting your kid, you'll keep coming back to me, cheating on your husband, ignoring his needs, not to mention your own son's well-being and you will enjoy the shit out of me using you...fucking hard."
As the last two words slithered out of his mouth, he slides an index finger into your wet groove and began stroking your hard clit through the wet panties.
"You walk around wet like this all the time?" he taunted. Rubbing faster, he noticed Jessica's changing attitude as you were no longer pushing on his arm but instead grabbing it.
"Tell me you like it."
You moan long and breathy as he demanded again,
"Tell me you like it, if you want me to keep going."
His words drifted in to Jessica's thoughts followed by the realization that you did not wish him to stop, you are too close to cumming.
Besides, you shouldn't very well finish yourself off in an alleyway.
You felt that she had no choice but to tell him, "yes, I like it, damn you!"
"Tell me you like to see Brandon get his ass kicked by me."
You moaned but wouldn't respond. you couldn't, it would be a betrayal to the son Jessica gave life to. If you could just keep quiet and he would just keep playing another couple of seconds. 'God, why am I soooo turned on right now?' you thought as you squirmed.
"Tell me, or I quit right now."
He stopped his hand's movement and she gasped, looking back at his face, frustrated.
"Tell me, bitch. Tell me that me beating your cunt of a son turns you on, or I fucking walk away right now."
You are so close. Jessica had to say something, you needed him to finish, more than anything she had ever needed in her life, she needed him to finish.
"You beating Brandon up, turns me on," you blurt out, "now finish me goddamnit!"
Squeezing your hand over his and forcing it back onto Jessica's pussy, you realized that Jessica actually felt a freedom announcing her desire. And it truly was Jessica's desire, not just something he was forcing her into, or that your demonic spirit forced upon her. She got hot watching the bully apply his trade on her son and she wanted nothing more than to cum right now.
"Beat the fuck out of him, I don't care, just make me cum!!!" Jessica blurted out, Jessica said that all on her own without you forcing her!
It was this admission that allowed the release of her juices into his hand and seemed to make her orgasm rise in intensification. Jessica never remembered cumming so hard in her entire life, as she grunted -- trying not to scream in a public alley -- where anyone could hear.
Finally, you slumped in his arms and he released you, letting you drop to your knees, skinning them. He wrote something on a piece of paper and stuck it in your hand.
"That's my address. My parents will be out tomorrow after nine in the morning. Come to me then and prove me right and I'll make you feel like you never have."
Staring at him as he cockily walked away, your mouth hung open. Looking at the address in your hand you realized Jessica's panties were soaked as her pussy was far wetter than she could remember it being in a very long time.
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