Dominated by my son's bully... (PM interest)

[Brigitte92]

Dominated by my son's bully (Closed!)

OOC: I'm looking for one very dominant male writer to play as Rick. I'm hoping for some heavy noncon elements, so this isn't for the faint of heart. PM me if you're interested!

"Oh god, I can't believe we're doing this...I think we should stop." my voice said while the camera recorded my every movement. I was still wearing my bikini so I had the option of backing out now...

I think.

I tried to open the van's doors but it wouldn't budge. I stared out the window and saw the lights in my home and the silhouettes of everyone at our house party. I quickly glanced down and noticed the sign hanging from the handle of the door, the one from earlier that said 'If the van is a rockin', don't come a knockin'

I turned back and saw him toying with the keys right in front of me.

"I don't think so." he said calmly before staring at another camera - one that I had missed "And now ladies and gentlemen, the moment you have all been waiting for..."

How did I get into this predicament? Especially with my son's bully...

"Time for me to tap this fine piece of ass!!"
"Wait! No! HELP!"

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My character:

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Name: Georgia Tonic
Age: 36
Height: 5'7
Cup size: 32GG​

It was that time of year - my husband and I hosted our annual house party for the neighborhood. It was normally a huge hit; after all, people here in San Diego loved to party. I suppose that I was pretty thankful of the fact that my husband and I made some good money as financial consultants. We worked for competing firms, worked similar hours and got paid very well.

We even had saved for our son, Michael's tuition for college. He was well into his senior year and already got accepted to Dartmouth. We were obviously very proud of him - so proud, in fact, that we let him bring all of his friends over. I mean, we had over a hundred people around our place!

The only thing that worried me was the fact that my son didn't know that I invited Rick Smith - his bully since Junior year.

I know, it sounds crazy, but please hear me out - Rick was Michael's relentless tormentor. My son wasn't the most athletic man, but Rick sure was - he stood at an average 5'10" but was built like a football quarterback. Day after day, I witnessed Michael with bruises and scabs all over him. So please, forgive me if I say that when Rick approached my husband and I when we were grocery shopping and asked if he could come to the party, that I agreed.

I didn't even think that he would come. It wasn't until about 9:48 PM, when some of my guests and I were at a pool that I saw him approach it...with a video camera?

I swam to the edge to greet him... and to see what he was up to.

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[a_libertine]

It all started about a week ago. I was at the grocery store where I could get beer easily when I saw Michael's dad and mom walking through like little love bird's. But there was something about her that caught my attention. Every now and then, her eyes would stray to another man when Mr Tonic was looking the other way.

I knew they had a party in a week or two, and I knew Mikey was the guest of honor, some shit about going to Dartmouth. Whatever. Wussy brainiac.

All I knew was that I had an offer for a scholarship to play football at a nearby university. It wasn't at quarterback, like in high school, but that was okay. I was willing to play whatever, wherever, especially if they paid my education. It wasn't like my folks were rich like Mikey's.

I managed to get invited and spent the next week making plans to attend, what to wear, what to say and act like.

Ultimately I decided to just be me.

The real object was to fuck Mikey's mousey girlfriend with decent tits anyway. But that was completely shot to shit as I walked into the back yard recording everything as I went. I approached the pool and Georgia was standing in a pool wearing a bikini showing everything she had. Not only did she have a lot, she was fantastically good looking.

I was dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, and as I approached I zoomed in slightly on her magnificent tits. I felt myself stir just a little, maybe a lot, as I stepped up and said, "Hi Georgia. Great party. How about a beer?"

She gave me a look and I quipped, "That's okay, I am sure Mikey or Rachel can get one for me."

 

[Brigitte92]

I glanced at the eighteen year old, who stood there wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts. Everything about him kind of screamed lack of respect and suddenly, it hit me that maybe it wasn't a good idea to have invited him. After all, this party was sort-of hosted to celebrate my son's achievements and already I could feel some whispers from his classmates asking why, out of all the people in the world, Rick was here.

"Hi Georgia. Great party. How about a beer?" he said, pointing the video camera towards the pool.

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"I had to wonder where the hell was he aiming that camera?"​

I simply eyed him with a raised eyebrow. "Uh, aren't you a little young to drink Rick?"

"That's okay, I am sure Mikey or Rachel can get one for me."

...Was that supposed to be a threat?

I quickly glanced around me before I got out of the small pool. "Okay, okay. Let's get you that beer." I said with a silent sigh, before heading towards the kitchen. "This way."

 

[a_libertine]

"Holy shit," I screamed in my head as she came up out of the pool. The water drug her bikini bottom down a little, and it was easy to tell that she was cleanly shaved between her legs, well, at least more than a hands breath below her waist. As she started walking toward the kitchen, beckoning me with, "this way," any thoughts of Rachel were banished.

This was one incredibly gorgeous woman worthy of any man's attention, and I certainly now wanted to make sure she would get, and appreciate my attention.

I panned the camera down to her ass, filming her as she walked. Her hips sashayed easily and fluidly. My mouth went dry and my cock hardened even more with each step. By the time we entered through the French door that led to the kitchen, I was hard as iron. MY cock ached due to the pressure.

As she opened the cooler and bent over, I zoomed in for a tight shot of her delectable ass. "Fuck Rachel," I thought. "Georgia is so much better."

As she handed me the beer, I set the camera down on the counter, still rolling and opened it. I chugged about half the beer and saw her standing there looking at me, hands on hips. "Get one for you, Georgia, have a beer with me."

 

[Brigitte92]

I didn't know where Rick's camera was aiming towards. Call me naive, but I had absolutely no clue that while I was leading him to the beautiful kitchen of my home, that he was zooming into my ass. I should have guessed when I saw a quick flash (which might have come from his video recorder by accident). I also probably shouldn't have stopped mid-way to fix my bikini bottom when this flash occured...

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Oh well. Ignorance is bliss, right?

Thankfully, we were practically alone in the kitchen. I don't know what would have happened to me, if another parent saw me give Rick that beer that he wanted. I eyed him, almost impatiently, while he chugged the beer. Then, he gave me that look before saying;

"Get one for you, Georgia, have a beer with me."

I shrugged. I was thinking of taking a beer anyway. "Sure Rick. We wouldn't want you to drink alone, right?" I said with a slight smile when I went over to the fridge to pick one for myself. I stood up when I took my first sip and eyed Rick again.

He was planning something, I just knew it.

 

[a_libertine]

I shook my head, "Nope, we don't."

As she sipped her beer I wondered briefly what it would be like to see her lips wrapped around the bulbous head of my coc, sucking it gently if not lovingly. The thought sent a shiver up my spine and I could almost feel it then and there.


I was not naive enough to think she would fuck me then and there but I was beginning to develop a plan to make it happen that night. I just needed a little more footage of her giving me beers and maybe just maybe I could make something happen.

In the meanwhile maybe a little flirting would break the ice and warm her up a little. I set the beer aside and asked, "How about another one? "

She gave a look and I said, "I already have had one, a second won't hurt any."

After a pause she turned and pulled another out of the fridge. This time when I took it from her my finger pulled along her skin as I pulled away with it in hand. "You are very pretty Georgia. "

 

[Brigitte92]

"How about another one? "
"No Rick. I think one is more than enough." I said with a chuckle.
"I already have had one, a second won't hurt any."
"Well...I guess not." I said, defeated before I took another for him from the fridge. I heard people start to come in, so upon giving him the beer bottle, I added "Though from now on, if you want a beer, you take it yourself. I'll trust you to be responsible." with a warm smile on my face.

At least that way I wouldn't be entirely responsible for Rick, if he can't handle his alcohol. Although, I was sure that this was far from his first beer.

His finger traced on my mine, before taking the beverage from me. He said with a grin "You are very pretty Georgia. " before I took a step back.

Did he just try to flirt with me?

"T-Thank you, Rick." I said, a bit surprised. "You're not bad yourself."

 

[a_libertine]

Well that went better than expected as she replied, "You're not bad yourself."

It was just enough to make me think this whole thing may work out in my favor after all. The problem was that people were streaming in and out of the house. There would be almost no chance to make any kind of move on her here. She was married after all and probably would be resistant to what ever I may try if there might be an audience.

Then an idea hit me, "Hey, how about a tour of the house? It isn't like I have ever been over before."

I put the beer down and grabbed my camera, "Come on, it would be nice to see it."

 

[Brigitte92]

"Hey, how about a tour of the house? It isn't like I have ever been over before."

I eyed him curiously. "Well, I guess I could give you a tour, but there isn't much to see. The party is mostly outside anyway." I said, when it occurred to me that maybe we could avoid Michael and Rachel altogether if I gave a small tour of our home. If I knew my son, and I did, I knew that he wouldn't be able to stand to mingle with the adults and head downstairs with his friends to watch TV, sneak a few beers and hang out.

So if I gave Rick a small tour of upstairs, my son didn't have to be any the wiser.

Rick snapped me out of my thoughts as he placed the beer down and picked up his videocamera "Come on, it would be nice to see it."

I laughed and said "Sure, sure. Come this way." before I quickly grabbd his hand and dragged him away from the kitchen. He seemed oddly compliant, but I quickly let go as we went up the stairs to the second floor; I'd apologize later for dragging him away from the kitchen, but it was to get away from (possibly) my son walking in and asking questions.

 

[a_libertine]

I am glad the camera was rolling when Georgia grabbed my hand and began pulling me through the kitchen. I held the camera off to the side and pointed back at us and grinned it it, "We are off on ADVENTURE!"

She didn't lead me toward the main part of the house where I would have guessed; instead, she took me through the kitchen. After opening a door Georgia began going up the narrow staircase. I stayed close behind her, so close that I could smell the salt water from her pool on her skin. Leaning forward just a little I could lick her between her ass cheeks.

And damned if I wasn't tempted to do just that. She paused at the top of the stairs a moment, letting somebody pass by the door and I whispered, "The skullduggery continues."

The first room was her bedroom and we walked around for a couple minutes until I saw her closet. The first thing I saw was the powder blue dress she had worn on our Junior Orientation day. I put the camera on the shoe shelves at the back of the closet and looked at the dress. When I had saw her in the dress it was the first time I realized how beautiful women in general, and her in particular, were.

As Georgia came into the closet with me I was struck with her beauty yet again. As our shoulders brushed I turned turn her and she followed suit, facing me.

So I did what I have wanted for almost two years.

I kissed her. Full on the lips. Her body locked up in shock for a moment and I did not let it slow me down. I nibble lightly on her bottom lip coaxing her mouth open the smallest of amounts and slid my tongue in between her lips.

 

[Brigitte92]

I didn't know what he was doing in my closet. In retrospect, maybe I should have asked before I walked towards him. Maybe I should have simply told him to get out, when he placed his video camera inside - maybe tell him that it wasn't some storage place or somewhere to play hide'n'seek. But that aside, I went into the closet with him in it.

"What are you doing here?" I said jokingly "This isn't part of the tour."

I was answered by a forceful kiss right on the lips. "Wha-" I protested, but then Rick used that as an opportunity to shove his tongue down my mouth. I thought of maybe biting it but...

I tried to back off. But when I attempted to take a step back, he pulled on the doorknob and closed the door behind me. He pinned me against it, making damn sure that I couldn't budge another inch.

"S-Stop!" I said to Rick, my large breasts mashed against his chest. But I got quiet when I heard footsteps in the hallway...

 

[a_libertine]

Her whined "S-Stop," did little to deter me. Then she was quiet as I presses my hips forward, pinning my hard cock between our flat stomachs. My tongue delved back into her mouth.

I had one hand on the door and the other on her hip as I continued to kiss her and grind against her. She couldn't move. If she did she would alert whoever was outside that we were in the closet and now I had video of her not protesting the kiss.

When I heard then leave I broke the kiss off and stepped back from her. "Care to make a wager?"

She looked at me oddly and as I grabbed my camera I said, "I bet I can beat you to the hot tub from here. If I win you sit in the hot tub next to me and whatever happens below the water line is fair game. If you win, I leave for the night."

Stepping up to her I leaned forward and nipped at her ear a little and asked, "Deal?"

 

[Brigitte92]

I was scared.

Obviously, if someone had stepped into my bedroom, maybe they would hear the sounds of a wet kiss inside the closet. If someone had stepped in, they'd probably hear the ever so slight sound of the wooden closet door creaking, what with Rick grinding up against me.

I couldn't do anything or say a word while he grinded on me.

Finally, whoever was walking through the hallway (probably some lost party-goer) descended back downstairs. I was planning on giving this eighteen year old a piece of my mind but...

"Care to make a wager?"

"H-Huh?" was the confused reply that I could muster.

"I bet I can beat you to the hot tub from here. If I win you sit in the hot tub next to me and whatever happens below the water line is fair game. If you win, I leave for the night."

He then came in close to nip at my earlobe. I quickly pushed Rick away (or at least, as much as I could)

"N-No. Rick, that's too much..." I protested.

Of course, Rick gave me a look. A look that said, 'better do what I say, or I'll make your life difficult. I thought about it for a while, and the hot tub was outside. That's where the majority of the guests were. I was terrified of the thought of someone seeing Rick do anything...lewd.

"That's too risky. We can't do that."

 

[a_libertine]

I grinned ruefully. I didn't expect she would go for any bet. But she argued against the nature of the wager and not against a wager. I thought a moment then remembered the bar across the hall.

"Okay, how's this? I will go across the hall and make each of us a drink, the same type. We each drink and whoever makes a face first loses."

I smiled warmly and continued, "If I win I get a fifteen minute make out session with you as a willing and eager partner. If I lose I will stop terrorizing Mikey."

A thought hit and before she could say anything, "Of you don't finish the drink the make out session will be with you naked. If I don't then I won't record it. If you win both parts not only will I not stop bullying your son but I will be nice to him and add him to my social circle."

I gave her half a second to think then said, "Deal" and stuck my hand out for her to shake.

 

[Brigitte92]

"Okay, how's this? I will go across the hall and make each of us a drink, the same type. We each drink and whoever makes a face first loses."

Well, that was a more logical bet. But what were we playing for? Was it something that I should agree to? It felt that no matter what I did at this point, all I was doing was digging myself into a deeper hole. I needed a way out.

"If I win I get a fifteen minute make out session with you as a willing and eager partner. If I lose I will stop terrorizing Mikey." Rick said, with an infecteous smile. "Of you don't finish the drink the make out session will be with you naked. If I don't then I won't record it. If you win both parts not only will I not stop bullying your son but I will be nice to him and add him to my social circle."

Now...that was more interesting. I didn't want to even think about kissing my son's bully again, but the wager if I won was too tempting to pass. The whole point of having Rick over was the possibility of him leaving my son alone. No more bruises, no more having to buy bandages from the beatings.

Not to mention, while I wasn't a big drinker, I was sure that I could outdo Rick.

"You're on, Rick." I said simply.

 

[a_libertine]

I tried my best to keep the shock off my face, but failed miserably, I think. She agreed? To the whole bet? "Holy shit," escaped my mouth in a low tone as it finally sank in.

I nodded and said, "Okay, let's go do this."

It afforded me the opportunity to reach around her narrow waist and twist the knob of the door. Her massive tits were pressed against my chest again, and somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if her nipples had hardened a little since we closeted ourselves, literally.

Dad is pretty much a shit. Through and through he has nearly no redeeming qualities. One quality while not redeeming in of itself was his alcoholism. Why is that redeeming? Well I have been drinking since 10 and can hold my own against most people which is why I like alcohol bets.

I led the way out of the closet, not minding if anyone saw us or not. Unfortunately, or otherwise, no one was there, in the hallway, or the barroom. I stepped behind the bar and beckoned Georgia to follow me.

When she did finally sidle up next to me I pulled two mixed drinks out and began pouring. An ounce of this, an ounce of that, two ounces of something else and suddenly the 8 ounce glasses were 3/4ths full of hard liquor which I knew would taste like fire for most people. It was Dad's special "Sprite light". Five clear liquors of the strongest proof available. He made it by the carafe and I normally drink the last glass.

"All clear on the rules? First person to make a face loses. If you don't finish the whole glass in twice as long as it takes me, I win the added prize. If you win both, then Mikey and I are best buds."

After she affirmed she understood, I slammed mine down and waited placid faced.

 

[Brigitte92]

"All clear on the rules? First person to make a face loses. If you don't finish the whole glass in twice as long as it takes me, I win the added prize. If you win both, then Mikey and I are best buds."

I eyed the barroom carefully, being cautious that no one was inside. Before even answering him, I quickly locked the door so that I wouldn't panic while drinking (which would obviously give Rick some sort of advantage).

"Yes yes, I'm clear on the rules." I said to my son's bully. The drinks were made and I picked up my glass. "Let's get started."

I chugged on the drink and...well, it was tougher than I thought.

I don't know how an eighteen year old knew how to make this, but this was the toughest drink that I ever had! It burned me as it passed my throat - making me immediately lose the bet as I knew that I grimaced. However, I did drink it down as fast as I possibly could.

I slammed the glass on the table before saying "What the hell was that?!"

 

[a_libertine]

I grinned at her, maybe even leered, and replied, "Dad calls it 'Sprite light. Very much like a long island iced tea with out the frilly cola added."

I rinsed her glass out and made a strong yet fruity Mai Thai for her. "Here try this. One advantage about being raised by an alcoholic is that you learn young how to make drinks and drink them. I think you will like this a lot more."

As I handed Georgia the drink I made sure to caress the back of her hand again with my finger. I waited as she sipped at the drink. It was pretty easy to tell she found this drink far more palatable than the wagered libation.

I made a carafe of the Mai Thai and handed it to her and said, "Drink some more. Once you have had a glass or two you can pay off this wager."

I paused a moment and said, "Unless you want to pay up now, here."

 

[Brigitte92]

"Drink some more. Once you have had a glass or two you can pay off this wager. Unless you want to pay up now, here."

I wasn't sure if he was giving me more drinks in order to get me drunk or something, but if it bought me time from having to make out, I thought that it was good enough for me.

I sipped the drink again; this one going down my throat a lot easier.

"Where exactly do you want me to 'pay up' anyway?" I asked, as if he had some kind of preference.

 

[a_libertine]

The immediate answer that came to mind was, "in your bed," but I held it back. I was way too close to getting to make out with the hottest MILF in San Diego, no way I was going to blow that on a joke.

Shrugging I said, "It doesn't matter to me. Someplace you will feel safe. In here, back in the closet or my van whatever works for you."

I opened the mini fridge and pulled a beer out of it and took a sip. I looked at her again and picked up my camera and asked, "Are you completely dreading having to pay up? I for one have waited two years for tonight to come teue."

 

[Brigitte92]

"It doesn't matter to me. Someplace you will feel safe. In here, back in the closet or my van whatever works for you."

He had a van? I honestly had no idea, given that I didn't see it in my driveway. I contemplated the thought of going there - I would be out of everyone's sight and could get this over with as soon as possible. But then again, if someone were to see me leave and enter some van...

"The closet sounds like the best place." I replied, figuring that at the very least I could lock the bedroom door and make out inside of the closed closet again.

"Are you completely dreading having to pay up? I for one have waited two years for tonight to come true." he asked with the camera. I nearly rolled my eyes and replied "You are practically blackmailing me into making out with you. I don't think me dreading anything is going to bother you." with a sassy tone.

 

[a_libertine]

I gave her a look and replied, "No, it was a wager that you lost. I offered you something of value you and in return asked for something of value to me. Which you agreed to. And lost."

I leaned against the bar, in no hurry allowing her to enjoy her libation, and hopefully get a little tipsy. I figured the tipsier, the more she will participate later on. Works on 18 year old girls, so why not a MILF?

I asked "Want to play quarters? "

 

[Brigitte92]

"No, it was a wager that you lost. I offered you something of value you and in return asked for something of value to me. Which you agreed to. And lost."

I looked down as I took another sip of my drink. Yes, he was right - I could have simply disagreed to the wager but went along with it anyway. Of course, he was neglecting the fact that he essentially blackmailed me by using my son and his torment.

"Want to play quarters? "

I finished my drink and looked at him. "What's that?" I asked, placing my glass on the table "Another wager game?"

 

[a_libertine]

I grinned and nodded. "How about 10 rounds. If we miss we drink. At the end of 10 if I have more makes than you, the make out session is a half hour. If you have more makes than me, then no make out session. If we tie no changes to the previous wager."

I reached over and caressed her hand and said, "I used what I needed to get you to agree to the first bet Georgia and I don't regret that at all."

I shifted a little and asked,"Deal?"

 

[Brigitte92]

"How about 10 rounds. If we miss we drink. At the end of 10 if I have more makes than you, the make out session is a half hour. If you have more makes than me, then no make out session. If we tie no changes to the previous wager."

A half-hour makeout session? That sounded a bit...extreme. Then again, the classic game of quarters wasn't exactly a difficult game - and it could get me out of this stupid mess.

Then again, I might lose. I was awfully confident for the drinking game and look what happened...

"I used what I needed to get you to agree to the first bet Georgia and I don't regret that at all." Rick said mockingly, then running his fingers across my hand. I didn't budge, but instead let my ego get the best of me.

"Deal. I hope you're ready to lose Rick."