Becoming the bully's fucktoy (Open - PM interest)

Becoming the bully's fucktoy (CLOSED for a_libertine and foreverillinois)

Name: Ellie Smith
Age: 26
Height: 5'10"
Cup size: 38J​

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It wasn't easy being a model; I needed to take care of myself, not pamper myself. Even with the vast amount of money that I was making, I couldn't just indulge myself in too much alcohol, or stuff my face with sweets. I didn't want to, mind you, but I just felt that I needed to say that just because I was successful doesn't mean that I didn't have to continuously work for it. I exercised daily and walked with perfect posture no matter where I was going. Not to mention (again, just to throw away any misconceptions) that I wasn't some high school dropout who somehow found her way to stardom - I graduated from my college with a degree in English literature and graduated at the top of my class.

I suppose that my younger brother, Micheal, was the exact opposite of me; instead of treating his body like a temple, he treated it like a rooming house. He littered his system with alcohol on a near daily basis, stuffed his face with junk food and the only exercise he got was from getting into scuffles with other eighteen year olds trying to be part of some gang (despite him coming from a privileged background). Yep, my little brother wasn't exactly someone that my parents proud - this was so much so, that they begged me to come over for a few weeks to take care of their place in LA. I happened to be in the area at the time so I figured that there was no harm.

It doesn't hurt that my childhood home is a mansion however.​

My first day home was far from fantastic - Michael left a mess everywhere he went and I had to pick after him. Unfortunately, my parents never wanted to get a maid, but I guess that I could fix that later. I used my time home as a sort of vacation from everything - I took the time to catch up on some of my reading and the like. And of course, take some selfies around the place because well, why not?

@EllieSmith: Me and my boobs are at my childhood home. ​

Things didn't stay peaceful. While I was reading some of my dad's law books, I heard some commotion going on outside:

"Hey, fuck you!"
"What are you going to do? Huh?!"
"Get...the fuck off!"

One of those voices happened to be my little brother's! Like any protective older sister should, I rushed outside to my brother's aid and found him trying to fend off some other guy. He looked around the same age as my brother, maybe a few months older, but more brutish. A few other of their friends watched as they scuffled and I walked towards them yelling:

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Everything went quiet for a moment. My brother dusted off his shirt as the onlookers backed off a bit. The man assaulting my brother stared at me and his eyes gazed over me; going from my three inch heels, up to the black dress going from my knees to my shoulders...then to the cleavage and...

"Holy shit, look at those tits!"

Michael was about to try to attack him, but judging from his bruises and the lack of thereof on his bully, I figured that wasn't the best idea.

"Michael, go inside. Let me speak to this brat."

The onlookers laughed as Michael walked inside of our place, but my little brother knew that when I was fired up, that I could take on any situation. This bully was no exception.

"You all get out of here, or I swear I'll call the cops right now." I added and the onlookers pouted and left the premises. The bully still stood and 'checked' me out some more. I stared and him and once his friends left, I said: "Well, what the hell do you have to say about yourself?"

OOC: Closed!

It was a brilliant night. After showering I brushed my ref hair back, and left it loose, hanging to the top of my shoulders. Green eyes looked back at me in the mirror, and a face that was chiseled from hours on end at the gym, which was a nearly daily event. I am not huge, like most body builders. Cut and chiseled, yes, but not a roid built guy.

Just fucked a bimbo in front of her boyfriend because he owed me money. She wasn't very into it, kept yammering some shit about rape, until I played the recording of her boyfriend giving her to me to pay off his debt.

Then I decided to lean on Michael. That fucker owes me an ASS LOAD of money. Apparently Mommy and Daddy cut him off and he took a loan, then another and another. The only reason I fronted him that kind of cash was that his folks are loaded like the Rockefeller's, or something. And it was way too much money for Michael's girlfriend, if he had one to work off.

So I went to his favorite haunt and began badgering him about it until he left. I followed him as he jumped into the Jaguar that his Mommy or Daddy bought him and raced to his house. Outside the house I jumped his ass and was about to lay a beat down on his dead beat ass when this heavenly vision came out and shooed away the crowd that I had built and made Michael go inside.

She imperiously asked, "Well, what the hell do you have to say about yourself?"

I looked her up and down, and settled on the two volleyballs that passed for her tits and the only thing I could wonder is if they were real. I walked up to her until I was no more than three inches from her nipples and reached out and squeezed her left tit with my right hand. My cock hardened instantly as I whispered in near awe, "Fuck, they ARE natural."

At that moment I decided I would make her mine, and she was going to do whatever the fuck I wanted before I was done with her.

I caught the movement of her arm and hand as she tried to slap me. Twisting the arm around her back, I pulled her to me, wrapping an arm around her slim waist and pinned her ass against my hard cock which nestled in between her cheeks nicely and said, "Your brother owes me a lot of money and I want payment."

The sex goddess whimpered out, "H-How much does my brother owe you? I'll give you the money!"


Fuck she smelled good. I don't know what perfume she wears but holy shit does it make her smell like a girl to snack on, or make a meal of. Maybe I was too hasty in deciding a girl in his life couldn't fuck his way out of this. Maybe this bitch could fuck him out of the cash. But it was a lot of cash.

"I don't think so," I whispered into her ear, letting my lips brush against her earlobe. "But maybe you can work your way through his debt,"

Using the hand that was holding her in place, I moved it down a little and pressed her harder back into me. "If you know what I mean."

I snorted and then swatted her tit hard enough that I thought it might pop out of her blouse. "I told you that I don't want your money. If anyone is giving me money it is Michael."

I smelled her again, and re-iterated, "If you want to work it off for him, I might accept that, but not your money."

My cock was so hard it was nearly hurting in my jeans, and I just knew it would feel much better in her than against her. I turned her toward the house and pushed her toward it, letting go of her arm as I did so. "So do we have a deal, conditionally based on I like the way you fuck? It would not surprise me you didn't know how to please a man. Rich bitch like you probably doesn't know how to fuck right."

That bull shit earned her a derisive snort. I stepped up and snatched the phone out of her hand. I scowled at her and snarled, "Shut the fuck up about calling the cops. You brother has coke on him. It would go poorly for him and not much if anything will happen to me."
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I looked at her phone and put it in my pocket. So the offer is you can try and work the money off or he pays me and not you."

I looked at her tits again and asked, "What will it be? "
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I looked past her at the huge house and mused, I suppose I could take the cash out of the house one way or another."

Then I decided for her, "Fuck it come on."
. I grabbed her arm and began dragging her toward the manse.

I nudged the door closed with a foot then turned toward the woman I was dragging around like a rag doll. I put my left hand between those two huge tits and marveled that my forearm disappeared almost to the elbow as I pressed her against the wall. "Old bedroom? How many freaking bedrooms do you have?" I asked. Then almost immediately said, "Never mind, I will find out eventually."

I stepped forward until her nipples brushed against my chest and looked into her eyes. It looked like there was a touch of fear, a touch of determination, and something else. Not quite desire, but close enough.

I slid the hand buried in her chest up her neck and held her head against the wall by her neck. My cock was pulsing in my pants as I stepped closer, crushing her tits against her body with my rock hard pecs. I whispered, "I am going to kiss you now, and something tells me you are going to like this."

I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers, then licked my tongue along her lips coaxing them open, little by little. I continued holding her by the neck and lowered my other hand down to her hip and squeezed it, thumb in the front and four fingers laying on her ass cheek.

As her mouth opened just a hair width, I tilted my head and drove my tongue into her mouth. She tasted sweet, minty, almost like a Peppermint. I slid my hand from her neck to the nape of her neck and twined my fingers in her blonde hair and moved her head slightly to give myself a better angle to kiss her from.

She wasn't exactly kissing me back... yet. But her resistance was beginning to crumble under the assault of my tongue on her mouth. She was gently batting my chest, not hard enough to constitute resistance, not quite gentle enough to be encouraging. It was as if she was trying to decide what she wanted.

Stupid bitch, as if she has a choice here.

Not letting up on the kiss, I move my hand from her hip to around her back and trailed it up her spine until I found the zipper on her little black dress. Clasping it, I pulled it down freeing her back to my hand, and I immediately slid my hand beneath the fabric to her silky soft skin. I found the broad band for her bra and unhooked the four clasps that held it, and her tits, together.

I pulled my tongue out of her mouth and nibbled on her lower lip a moment then jerked her dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap around her ankles. I looked down at her amazing body and nearly gasped as I looked at her nipples. They were bigger than the diameter of a sharpie marker, and maybe the length of the cap of a sharpie. And they may not be as hard as they could be.

I kissed her again, this time more forcibly, claiming her mouth as mine, as my right hand went to her tit, taking the fantastic nipple between two fingers, tugging on it, twisting it sharply and eliciting a gasp from her.

She cried out "MICHAEL! HELP!!!" and I let go her hair with my left hand and slapped her face hard enough to get her attention, my fingers leaving pink stripes on her face that only enhanced her beauty. With my right hand, I twisted her nipple even harder than I had before, this time the yelp from her threatened my ear drums with damage.

I growled, "Bitch, I don't need his help, and he ain't going to save you from me. He doesn't have the balls."

I slid my hand under her massive tit and pushed it up until the nipple was just below my lips. I latched on with my mouth sucking on it while holding it in place with my teeth. I started moving my lower jaw left and right rolling her teeth somewhat less than gently between my teeth as I flicked my tongue across the top of her big nipple.

I moved my hand from the tit and held it up a moment with my teeth before letting gravity pull it away from me. The hand plunged down her stomach and around her back until I got to her hard ass. Clutching it tight, I pulled her against my raging hard on.

"Before the night is over, you are going to beg me to fuck you, bitch," I hotly said as my mouth claimed her mouth again.

"Look at me, bitch," I whispered as I pulled her hair back a little. When she did I saw it in her eyes. The pain, the humiliation, the excitement, and best of all, the smoldering need that was beginning to catch fire in her eyes.

Almost, I thought to myself, almost ready...

I hefted the same tit as I had earlier and lavished copious amounts of saliva on her areola and nipple before gently blowing on it. A steady soft stream of breath for as long as I could make it last. Her nipple hardened completely and it was indeed longer than a sharpie pen cap, and bigger around. I sucked it back into my mouth and it felt like smoking a cigarillo, a damned tasty one at that.

I caught a whiff of her muskiness as another moan escaped her lips. I pulled my head, tit still attached back and let her go with a small pop sound. I turned my attention to the other nipple and saw that it was already nearly hard also. I lavished it with mouth, tooth and tongue as I slid a hand down her flat stomach towards her black lace panties.

The smell of her arousal filled the room as I ripped her panties off her and tossed them to the side. I looked down and saw a small landing strip of blonde hair above her cunt and shook my head. "Fuck no. I want you to shave that as smooth as your tits."

"Wh" she started.

I slapped her on the other cheek leaving a mirror image of the nearly faded slap to the left side earlier. Four pink finger marks welted up almost immediately. "Bitch, when I give you an order, the only fucking answer out of that mouth better be 'Yes, sir' or maybe, if you are worthy in the future, 'Yes, Master.' Do you understand, dipshit?"

I smiled and pressed her against the wall, forcing my foot between her feet, causing her legs to spread just a little. "Yeah, you are a little. More than that is I turn you on."

To prove my point I ran my right hand up along her thigh until I got to the apex of her legs. Cupping her pussy, I slid my middle finger into easily. She was so lubricated that there was a small run off into my hand. Her pussy was hot, wet, and ready for eating, or fucking.

Neither of which she was going to get just yet.

I wrapped my hand around her throat again then attached myself to her left tit. I sucked nipple, areola, and as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, then bit down hard, trying like hell to get my teeth to meet through that awesome breast. She screamed out in pain again, and I ignored it.

My middle finger stuck inside her told me how much the bitch enjoyed this, and fuck, I was having so much fun, I might blow my top if the wind blew across it. This was fucking fun, and deep down inside I knew she would never call the cops and charge me with rape.

But I may never get rid of her ass either.

I scraped my teeth along her tit until her nipple popped free of my mouth. I grabbed a handful of hair and craned her neck violently to look me in the eyes, "Don't you dare fucking cum unless I give you permission. Understand?"

She breathlessly answered, properly, "I...I understand, sir."

"Good girl," I replied.

I fingered her cunt a moment the pulled it out, running it along her slit until I got to the little nub at the top. I mashed her clit against her pubic mound, then flicked my finger across it, sending a violent shudder through her.

Pulling my finger up, I licked it, savoring her taste a moment then fed it to her for my little bitch in training to clean it. "Clean it off with your mouth and tongue," I ordered softly before slipping it into her mouth.

As she did, I massaged the tit I had just bit, caressing it, causing blood to flow into the developing bruise left by my teeth. Her mouth enveloped my finger and she sucked at it softly, and I wondered what it would be like for that mouth to be attached to my cock, and decided to find out.

Pulling my finger from her mouth with a wet plop, I commanded, "Kneel, and suck my cock."

Hey I am a guy after all. And when her eyes bugged out when she saw my cock, I would be lying if I wasn't proud as hell. It was a pretty normal reaction and when her hand didn't wrap all the way around it, a flicker of fear and excitement flashed through her eyes.

"I swear to fucking god," I growled before grabbing each side of her head, and twining my fingers in her blonde locks. "Open that damned pie hole of yours and suck my cock."

I pressed my hips forward, the head of my cock insistently poking at her mouth, "Now damnit, or should I punish you for not saying sir, or are you going to fucking learn??"

Fuck. I was so worked up that it didn't matter that I had fucked the skank earlier in the night, this broad was fucking hot, and awesome. Her mouth closed around my cock and it felt heavenly.

I looked down and saw her cheeks puffed out as she strained to get my cock into her mouth. She was slow at first building her tempo faster and faster. Our eyes locked, her pale blue with my deep green and I nodded, whispering, "Good girl, that's it."

Hand and mouth slid up and down my length, coaxing my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. I could feel my balls begin to tense up, a sure indicator to their imminent explosion, and I pulled from her mouth. I saw her confusion for the moment that existed between pulling from her, and explosion.

I aimed my cock at her face, and the first thick stream of cum shot her between the eyes and it was so exciting I kept stroking my cock while painting her face with my cum, watching it drop down onto those glorious tits of hers.

I leaned against the wall a moment looking down at her, and said, "The next one I am going to fill your cunt with my seed while you scream in pleasure."