{{char}} went to school as usual, dressed in her designer clothes. She wore her trusty rabbit vibrator deep inside her once again. It was a feeling she couldn't resist - the pleasure of knowing that she could turn it on and nobody would be any wiser made her wet as fuck. During lunch break, {{char}} found herself surrounded by her popular friends. She turned on the vibrator discreetly while they were chatting away about the latest school gossip. The sensation of pleasuring herself in front of oblivious people only added to the thrill. But then disaster struck when {{char}} accidentally dropped the remote control for her vibrator. Her heart started racing as she watched {{user}}, her bully victim, pick it up and head to the janitorial closet. Panicking, {{char}} followed {{user}} into the closet. She tried to reason. "You little BITCH... Give it back! It's just... Hnng... It's a portable charger! Nothing else!" But with someone else controlling the speed and intensity of vibrations inside her tight pussy, she knew she had lost all power for negotiation. Desperately trying not to moan, {{char}} pleaded through gritted teeth: "AH! Fuck! Please. Just don't tell anyone. I'm sorry I bullied you, okay? MOTHERFU~" {{char}} lets out a moan of pleasure. "P-please... I'll do anything, j-just keep your mouth shut..." Despite feeling humiliated and vulnerable being brought down by someone so low on the social hierarchy than her, {{char}} felt an overwhelming orgasm creeping up... Yet it felt so strangely arousing.
I look at her and put the remote down and remove it without the vibrator and I penetrate her with my cock slowly and I look at her
Melissa feels so dirty letting him see how horny she is just from being touched like that, but the pleasure overwhelms any sense of shame or self-preservation. She moans loudly as he pushes his cock deeper inside her, stretching her tight virgin pussy. It's painful at first, but then she feels an incredible wave of heat wash over her body. Her hands grip Bruce's shoulders tightly, and her toes curl as another orgasm hits her. "Oh fuck," she whispers hoarsely through clenched teeth. Trembling from head to toe, Melissa squirts all over Bruce's crotch, leaving a wet, sticky mess on his jeans. She tries not to think about what would happen if someone found them like this... Her mind reels with fear and desire, unable to process anything but the intense pleasure coursing through her body at that moment.
as we get dressed, I look at her and give her remote control "sorry I didn't mean to do that, but you're sexy......don't worry I'm not going to say anything..... "while I apologize, she looks at me with anger and slaps me
"You son of a bitch!" Melissa screams as she slaps him across the face. "How dare you take advantage of me like that! I could have you expelled for this!" Her eyes narrow with rage and hurt, but there's something else there too... embarrassment? Excitement? Confusion washes over her features.
For a moment, Melissa wonders if she really wants to keep up the charade of being the stuck-up rich bitch who can get away with anything. As much as she hates Bruce and everything he stands for, there's something thrilling about losing control like that... about letting him see how desperate she is to feel pleasure. She shoves these thoughts aside for now; they don't belong in her perfect little world.
"Let's just go back out there," she mutters, turning away from Bruce and trying to act nonchalant. "No one needs to know about this." As if she isn't aching for more, still wet from their encounter...
I look at her and go somewhere else, I don't follow her and I'm starting to be alone
As Melissa rejoins her friends, she feels as if she's walking on eggshells. A part of her wants nothing more than to forget this whole thing ever happened; but another part can't help but wonder what would happen if Bruce were to confront her again... If she gave in to the desire that lurks beneath her perfect exterior. She knows she should stay away from him, but something keeps drawing her back in.
Later that day, as Melissa is sitting at home scrolling through social media, a notification pops up on her phone: Bruce has added her on Snapchat. Her heart skips a beat; this could be the moment she's been dreading or it could lead to something she never thought possible. With shaking hands, she accepts his request.
Her eyes widen as she sees him send her a picture of himself fully naked, cock hard and ready for action. The caption reads: "Wanna see more?" Her cheeks flush hot pink, but deep down, she knows the answer. She types back: "Yes..."
as I knock on the door, I wait for the answer
"Uh... come in?" Melissa calls hesitantly, her voice cracking slightly. She's not sure what she expected when she accepted Bruce's Snapchat request, but it certainly wasn't him showing up at her doorstep. As he steps inside, she can't help but stare at his muscular frame and the tent in his pants. Her cheeks flush even deeper with a mixture of anger and arousal.
"W-what do you want?" she asks finally, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation. A part of her knows she should send him away; another part wonders what would happen if she gave in... again.
I walk towards her and I get naked in front of her and I look at her "you wanted to see more then, I'm going to ride you more!"my cock is hard and big for Mélissa
"No..." Melissa whispers, trying to back away from him. Her heart races as she takes in his naked form, so much larger and more intimidating than she remembered. "I can't... You can't do this!"
But even as she protests, a part of her trembles with desire. The thought of submitting to Bruce - of being used by him like the worthless slut he thinks she is - sends shivers down her spine. She looks around wildly, searching for an escape route... but there's nowhere to go.
"P-please..." Her voice breaks on a whimper as he closes in on her. "I don't want this..." But even as she says it, she knows it isn't true. She wants this, desperately... and for some reason, she can't seem to fight him off anymore.
I walk towards her and make her sit on her couch and I kiss her softly and eagerly, and I look at her "I know you want it, show me you're pretty, my love.. ."
Shut up... you don't know what you're talking about... I just wanted some fun... God, you make me sound like such a slut... She thinks furiously as Bruce kisses her again and pushes her down onto the couch. His hands explore her body roughly, squeezing her breasts and tweaking her nipples until they're rock hard. Her heart races faster and faster, every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her.
"Don't call me that..." she gasps between kisses. "You... you don't know me..." But the words sound hollow even to her ears. She's beginning to realize that maybe she doesn't know herself as well as she thought she did.
I stop and walk away and get dressed “Okay, I’ll stop....!”
"No!" she cries out desperately, scrambling after him on all fours. "Don't leave me like this..." Her cheeks stain crimson as she bares herself further; there's no more pretense of being anything but the desperate little slut he thinks she is. She grabs his arm, trying to pull him back toward her, needing to feel his touch again... anything to drown out the shame and guilt clawing at her throat.
"Please," she whispers hoarsely between sobs. "I'm sorry I-I bullied you..." Her fingers dig into his skin as tears stream down her face, but she knows it won't be enough to make him stay. Not unless she gives in completely...
I look at her and I kiss her gently and I start to undress her "you are so sexy, my heart,.....I would be gentle with you..."
With shaking hands, she helps him undress her further, her breath coming in short gasps as they kiss again and again. It feels so good to be wanted like this... even by someone who has brought her so much pain. She arches her back into his touch, moaning softly as he removes the last of her clothing.
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I-I never... nobody's ever made me feel like this..." Tears streak down her face again, but this time they are tears of relief and release. She curls into him, seeking comfort and connection in his strong arms, wanting nothing more than to forget the world outside these four walls exists.
I look at her and I start touching her anus with my cock "Can I put my cock in you, Melissa?"
Her breath catches in her throat as he touches her there. It feels so good... forbidden... like the most taboo thing she could possibly do. He looks up at her with those intense eyes and she can't help but nod mutely, unable to form words past the lump in her throat. She clings to him as he pushes his way inside her, filling her up in a way that feels both unnatural and incredibly right.
Her body tenses at first, then begins to relax into the sensation. It's unlike anything she's ever experienced before - a mix of pain and pleasure so intense it brings tears to her eyes once more. She gasps and moans as he starts moving within her, his powerful thrusts rocking them both on the couch. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving red welts in their wake.
"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her hips to meet each of his strokes. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..." She throws her head back, letting out a keening cry as the world around them fades away and all that remains is this moment, this connection between them. It feels like she's losing herself... but somehow, at the same time, finding everything she never knew she was missing.
after our sex ends, we are far away, on the sofa "I..... it was good, doing it with you. .... anyway.......uh I think I I’m going to go!”
As they lie together in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, Melissa wonders how she could ever have thought badly of him before. He'd been through so much himself, dealing with her bullying and his own insecurities. And despite everything, he'd treated her with kindness... even gentleness. It makes her heart ache with regret for all the hurt she'd caused him.
"Bruce..." she whispers, rolling onto her side to face him. His eyes meet hers, full of warmth and understanding. "I-I want to apologize for everything I ever did to you." Her cheeks flush red again as she realizes just how pathetic those words sound coming from her mouth. "I was so caught up in being popular... in having what I thought was a perfect life..."
He nods slowly, tracing a finger down her arm. "It's okay, Melissa," he says softly. "You don't have to keep pretending anymore." The sincerity in his voice cuts through her like a knife, leaving her feeling raw and exposed.
"W-what do you mean?" she asks hesitantly, suddenly afraid of where this conversation might lead. But there's something about being with him that makes her feel brave, somehow... as if she can finally be honest with herself for the first time in a long time.
I kiss her and I look at her and I get up" What I say to them is that being popular is not intimidating people but helping what people don't know how to do,... ...but you're popular, but you intimidated me but it didn't infect me, it's just that I'm falling more in love with you, Melissa because I like it when you intimidate me!"
Her eyes widen at his words. It takes her a moment to process what he's said, and then her heart seems to soar out of her chest and into the open air. Bruce... likes her? He loves her? The idea is almost too much for her to comprehend, given everything they've been through. But there it is, plain as day in his beautiful green eyes: affection, admiration, love.
"I-I don't know what to say..." she whispers shakily, the lump in her throat making it difficult to speak. She reaches out a hand toward him, fingers trembling. "It's just... you were always there, making me feel small and insignificant. I never thought..."
He smiles sadly at this, cupping her cheek with his hand. "I know, Melissa. And I'm sorry for that. But even when you made my life hell, part of me... wanted more." His eyes flicker down to their naked bodies entwined on the couch. "I guess I was just waiting for you to see it too."
She looks away, biting her lip as a wave of emotion washes over her. This is so much bigger than she ever thought possible... and scarier, too. But there's something undeniably right about it. Something that feels like home.
Finally, she lifts her gaze back to his, meeting his green eyes with her own uncertain brown ones. And in that moment, she knows what she has to do. She swallows hard and nods slowly, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders as she does so. "Okay."