Bully Me, Ch. 2
The rugby captain’s math final is coming up, and the tutor booked a private study room.
CW: Daddy kink, oral sex, fingering, strap-on sex, public sex
“Thank God I get a cheat sheet for this final,” Sarah sighs in our tutoring session. “I don’t have to memorize negative b plus b or whatever.”
“Okay, that would equal zero,” I say with a hint of concern in my voice. “You know that, right?”
“Yes, nerd, I know that.”
“Good,” I say, smirking at her.
“You know I could shut that bratty mouth of yours up anytime I want,” she flirts.
Fuck.
“Shut up,” I whisper half-heartedly, not at all wanting her to stop saying dirty things to me.
“What’d you say to me, brat?” she asks cheekily, leaning into me, hot breath on my neck, thick hands trailing up my thighs. “Y’know, I noticed we’re alone… You even scheduled the private study room…”
“Fuck,” I squeak, feeling my body growing hot at her touch and proximity. “You’re supposed to be — studying —”
“Mmm, don’t care anymore,” she hums against my neck. She licks a hot stroke along my pulse, gently nibbling and kissing.
“You — you —” I try to protest. “You feel so good, Daddy,” I moan. “God — fuck — !”
“I know you want to get fucked in the library nerd room, where no one can see you but anyone can hear you.”
Her hand is at the top of my thigh now, squeezing the sensitive spot of my inner thigh and teasing a stroke up the seam of my jeans, grazing over my throbbing clit.
“Fuck, Daddy, yes, I do… Fuck!”
“Shhh…” she whispers. “You have to be quiet this time, or we’ll get caught.”
I whimper and nod, closing my mouth.
She kisses me, gripping my waist and lifting me onto the desk. I wrap my legs around her, mouths hot and desperate against each other. She reaches up my shirt to grope me through my sports bra, teasing my lips with her teeth. I guide her hands under my bra, encouraging her to gently massage me, teasing my nipples to two hard points as I grow wet and hard for her.
“Daddy,” I whisper. “Please.”
“Please what, prettyboy?”
“Daddy, please fuck me…”
Sarah smirks down at me, licking her lips. She reaches for my sports bra and pulls it above my tits, tucking my t-shirt into it so that I’m exposed.
“Lie back for me,” she whispers. I do.
She unbuttons my jeans, unzips, tugs them down my thighs just enough to tease the wet spot on my boyshorts. My breath comes in short pants, but otherwise I’m quiet, and she slips her hand underneath the waistband and my breath hitches as I feel her rough fingers touching me soft and gentle.
We’re all eye contact and heavy breathing. She stares at me as I gasp and grind myself against her hand, and I stare back at her, watching her tease me, watching her watch me.
“You’re such a filthy fucking slut for me,” she leans down to whisper in my ear.
“Fuck,” I whimper. “Please.”
“Aww, please what?”
She teases her finger between my folds, spreading my wetness up to my stiff clit and rubbing until my hips twitch and jerk.
“Please finger me,” I whisper in her ear, the sounds from my throat muffled by effort.
“Such a good boy, asking for it so nicely,” she says, rewarding me with my wish.
Hit with pleasure and the overwhelming urge to moan about it, all I can do is pant and concentrate on containing my noises. Her fingers are strong and thick and they’re stretching me open and she’s bent over me, whispering in my ear…
“Such a dirty boy for me… So wet and tight around me… Filthy little fagdyke. Fuck, you like that, prettyboy? You like being a fag for Daddy? I can feel you clenching around me when I call you that…”
“Daddy,” I gasp.
“Mmm, yes, prettyboy?”
Her lips trail up my neck, peppering soft kisses along the way to my jaw, my mouth.
“Please kiss me?” I beg. She grins down at me, fingers working me still, while I blush and stare at her wide eyed, open mouthed, desperate and wet and fucked open for her.
“God, how could I say no?” she says, brushing her mouth against mine and tracing my lips with her soft, warm tongue.
I whimper and whine as quietly as I possibly can, grabbing her hair with one hand and reaching down between my legs to grab her wrist, encourage her to fuck me harder, guide her thumb to my clit.
She growls into our kiss, fucking me exactly how I’m begging to be fucked, without words, just heaving breath and body language, our bodies moving together with heat, friction, desperation.
She pulls away from the kiss to look down at me, and she mouths, “Fuck” to herself, looking me up and down, my pants shoved down my thighs, t-shirt pushed up past my tits, face flushed and pink, lips swollen from kissing.
“God, prettyboy,” she whispers. “I could just eat you up.”
My cunt clenches around her fingers at the suggestion, and she chuckles.
“Oh you like that idea? You want me to eat your pussy, you fucking dyke?”
I nod frantically, afraid to say a word, feeling my desperation tight in my throat, knowing I can’t control my volume right now.
She presses her spare hand to my chest, playing with my tits, and regards me. Then she dips her head down to my left nipple and takes it softly in her mouth, teasing me with her tongue, flat licks, circles, kisses, a promise of what she’s about to do to my aching cunt. She gives the same treatment to my right nipple and glances back up at me, my chest rising, falling, hips grinding into her hand.
Her mouth tastes its way down my body, kissing my stomach, my hips, my inner thighs. Her hot breath is on my clit and I’m staring down at her, desperate and waiting, as I watch her lower to her knees between my legs.
She maintains eye contact as she opens her mouth, stroking her tongue along my hard, throbbing clit while she continues to finger my wet hole.
I reach a hand down to grip a tuft of her hair, and bring my other hand to cover my mouth, desperate to muffle the noises that are threatening to escape.
I’m close. I’m so close. She knows exactly how to fuck me right, how to tease and tease and push and coax and bring me right to the edge —
She curls her fingers inside me and licks at my clit with a steady, relentless pressure and my legs are trembling and I want to scream and let the world know how fucking good it feels and I can’t so I hold my breath and let the pleasure build until it peaks and crashes in waves and waves and I can feel Sarah groan into my cunt as she tastes me. The repressed scream trapped in my throat feels tight and I’m shaking so hard that she’s holding my hips down to the desk and eating me out until I can’t take it anymore.
When that moment comes, I grunt and try to pull myself away from her mouth. She stops and lifts her head, looking up at me like she’s a hungry wolf who just finished a meal and wants more. She pulls her fingers from my dripping cunt and licks them clean. It’s so fucking wrong how hot it makes me to watch, my skin flushing, my clit throbbing and aching. When she finishes, we stare at each other, catching our breath.
“Kiss me?” I whimper in a small voice.
She grins and growls and stands up, leaning over and kissing me slowly, deliberately, our mouths wet with spit and my cum. I want more, God dammit, I’m so embarrassed to admit it but I want her cock and a vibrator and I want it now.
Unfortunately, our backpacks are full of snacks and protein drinks (Sarah’s backpack) and notebooks and Sarah’s math textbook (my backpack), instead of sex toys.
Like she’s reading my mind, Sarah asks me, “Do you want to, uh, take this back to my place?”
“Fuck yes,” I pant, pulling her back in to kiss me again.
It’s a rainy night in Seattle in December. The bus ride to her apartment is nearly empty this late at night, and we sit in the very back. Sarah has a firm grip on my upper thigh and her warm mouth is brushing my ear as she whispers absolutely filthy sweet nothings to me.
“Are you wet for me right now, prettyboy? So warm and wet and soft for me… God, I can’t wait to sink my cock into you and make you scream. Filthy boy… You were so good and so quiet for me. Good boys deserve to be rewarded…”
“God, Daddy…” I groan, blushing, aching, warmth on my thigh radiating from her hand, warmth between my thighs as I shift in my seat.
The next stop is announced and Sarah reaches up to tug the cord. The bus dings and slows to a stop. We stumble off and hurry to her place in the rain.
She lets us into an old building with a key, then leads me up a set of stairs and down a hallway. Her studio is tiny with hardwood floors that I kick my shoes off onto, and a bed to our left that we stumble towards, and that’s all I have time to observe before her mouth is on mine, our skin and hair damp from the rain. We shed our clothes on the way to her bed, and she pauses our kissing to open her bedside drawer, tossing me lube and a vibrator and then making quick work of her harness and cock.
“Daddy,” I moan, holding the buzzing toy above my clit. “Please, may I?”
“Yes, good boy. You may. Such a good toy for asking.”
“Ohh, thank you, Daddy.”
I press the vibrator to my aching, throbbing clit, groaning and falling back into the pillows, my hips meeting the toy in a rhythm that matches the obscene noises I’m giving Sarah.
She finishes adjusting her cock and growls at me, climbing onto the bed and hovering over me, her thick form making me feel small.
“You filthy little toy. So fucking wet for it. Throbbing in your jeans in the library while you teach me your cute nerd shit. So eager to get fucked.”
She emphasizes ‘get fucked’ by stroking the tip of her cock along my wet slit, teasing my opening.
“Yes, Daddy! Please, Daddy! I am. So eager.”
“Beg for me.”
“Please, Daddy… Please, I’ll be so good for you. Please please please please…”
She sinks into me somewhere between those pleases, which transform into “Thank you, Daddy…”
“Fuck yes, prettyboy. Such a good fucking hole for me. So slick and easy.”
“Fuck —”
“God you feel good on my dick. Filthy slut.”
“Daddy!”
“That’s right, boytoy. Daddy’s boy.”
“Daddy’s boy,” I eagerly agree, nodding.
“Look at you, taking it like such a good boy.”
“Yes, Daddy! Your good boy…”
“Is that all you can do, prettyboy? Just repeat what I say?”
“Fuck — Daddy — I’m just so fuckdrunk, I can’t help it. You feel so good inside me… Mmm… More, please, Daddy, more, more, more…”
She fucks me harder and faster, closing her eyes and furrowing her brow and concentrating on her strokes inside me, the way she does when she’s close.
“Ohhh, Daddy, please come inside me, please, I want to make you feel good, Daddy…”
“Turn the vibe up,” she opens her eyes and orders in a hoarse voice.
I throb. Obey. Cry out for her: “Daddy! Fuck, it’s so good, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, Daddy, please —”
She snarls into my neck, growling, “Come for me” in my ear.
“Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy… Oh, oh, please, fuck, oh…”
She groans and her body tenses, her pace stuttering and slowing, her grip on the back of my neck tightening. Beads of sweat decorate her forehead and I watch her orgasm take over her face, painted in pleasure.
“Fuck yes, Daddy. You’re so hot. Oh God, I’m gonna come for you —” I break off into a scream as the ecstasy hits me harder, faster, sharper this time, like it’s more in focus. “Daddy!”
“Fuck yes, come for me, you filthy fucking boytoy. Prettyboy fucktoy. Such a good set of holes for Daddy to use to get off. Fuck yes,” she groans in my ear as we come for each other.
“Thank you, Daddy…” I moan, twitching and aching.
Finally, I pull the buzzing toy off my clit and fall back onto the pillows, looking up at Sarah in dazed admiration.
“Jesus Christ,” I half-laugh, half-sigh.
“Mmm, not my name, prettyboy…”
“Daddy…” I moan, pulling her face to mine and kissing her with slow, determined concentration, gently biting and licking her lips and murmuring, “Mmm, Daddy… I want you to fuck me again, please.”
“Fuck,” she groans through gritted teeth. “Fuck, you filthy slut. Just can’t get enough, can you?”
“No, I can’t… I’m just a filthy little whore for Daddy and I need it fucked out of me.”
She growls and flips me over onto my stomach, pulling me by the hips with her big, strong hands to kneel for her, my face in a pillow and my ass in the air. My dripping, aching cunt is exposed to her and she plays with me with her hand, teasing my clit and fingering me like I’m a toy and she’s playing with me.
“Such a good boy,” she purrs.
I whine and answer, “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, prettyboy. God, you’re wet.”
I spread my legs and grind into her fingers, moaning affirmatively. “You made me wet, Daddy.”
“Aw, did I?” she says with mock pity. “It’s my fault you’re a messy slut, hmm?”
“Ohhh, Daddy… Fuck…”
“I guess I’ll take the credit. Fuck, you’re gonna feel so good taking my cock like this.”
A strangled noise escapes my throat at the promise. She pulls away her fingers and presses the tip of her cock between my folds, sliding and teasing. I tremble.
“Please…”
“Mmm, please what, handsome?”
“Please fuck me with your butch cock, Daddy… Fuck…!”
“God, prettyboy…” she groans, sinking into me.
“Daddy… Fuuuuck, Daddy… Oh my god…”
My grip on the sheets is tight. Her strokes pick up and so do my moans, growing louder and louder. It just happens when I’m being fucked from behind.
“You filthy little faggot.”
“Fuck!”
“You’re so fucking loud, you little slut. God. You know I have neighbors right?”
“Ohhh, Daddy… Oh fuck, I can’t help it…”
She pulls out of me and flips me onto my back, slipping back inside and putting her hand over my mouth to muffle my loud, obscene noises.
“You dirty, filthy little fagdyke. You like that? You wanna come for Daddy?”
I moan against her hand and nod frantically.
“Good boy,” she growls. Keeping a hand on my mouth, she grabs the vibe and turns it on for me, handing it to me to hold. “Come for me, prettyboy. Come for me as many times as you want.”
I scream behind her hand when the vibe presses into my clit, her strokes inside me steady and deep. I’m so close.
“Come for me, AJ, let me feel you clenching around my dick. Filthy fucking cumslut. God you look so good right now. Fuck. Handsome little fucktoy. Come for me. Ohhh, fuck, I want to feel you come for me,” she groans, her eyes closing and face tensing.
She whispers hoarsely, “Come for me, come for me, come for me, AJ,” as she rides that edge.
I do. It’s so easy. I come again and again, not letting up on the vibe. I scream against her hand, while she continues her thrusts, fucking me over and over, until she’s coming too, until my screams fade to moans and until I’m finally done coming, pulling the vibe off my now overly sensitive clit. She takes her hand off my mouth.
“Fuck,” we both moan, eyes wide at each other.
“You hot little slut. God dammit,” she curses at me.
“Daddy…”
She kisses me, hot and desperate and a little frantic. She’s still inside me, bare skin against bare skin, mouths and tongues moving against each other. I cling to her, grip tight on her shoulder and in her hair. We kiss for a long time, rain pouring outside her window. I bite her lip and she growls, kissing me harder. I ache and ache.
She slowly pulls out of me, relaxing back on the bed and folding her hands behind her head. “Do you wanna stay over? It’s late and it’s fucking pouring,” she says.
“Such a gentleman,” I tease, tracing my finger down her chest.
“Am I a gentleman if I ask you to shower with me?”
“Fuck yes,” I say, kissing her again, wrapped up in her arms and a haze of bliss.
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