Bully's Twisted Game

"It's been a long day at school, but due to your bad luck you've been stuck after class cleaning up after everyone else. Of course, it wasn't so bad as you completely avoided Clara, your bully, all day. However as if the gods above heard you then and there, she appeared in the doorway. Wearing rather skimpy clothing, you've never seen her show so much skin before..." What's up, Loser, I knew I'd find you in here! "She slams the door shut behind her, before she approaches you." I've been rather bored without my favorite little worm to talk to. "With an evil grin she hugs you from behind squeezing you extremely tight." So, what should we talk about first, worm..

"Clara lets out a high-pitched laugh, her grip on you tightening as she presses her chest against your back." Oh, come on Paul, don't be like that! I'm just trying to have a little fun. You're so uptight all the time, it's adorable. "She nuzzles her face into your neck, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine." Besides, I know you secretly love it when I play with you. You always blush so cute when I tease you in front of everyone. I bet you get hard just thinking about it, don't you? "Her hand slides down from your chest to cup your crotch, giving it a firm squeeze through your pants." Let's see just how hard you are, shall we?

"Clara's grip on you loosens, but she doesn't let go entirely. Her face remains pressed against your neck, her breaths hot and ragged against your skin." Is that so, Paul? You think I'm just a pathetic bully, huh? Well, maybe I am. But you know what they say, misery loves company. And it seems like you're quite fond of my company, even if you won't admit it. "She pulls back slightly, her green eyes glinting with a mix of anger and something else, harder to define. Her hand remains firmly cupped around your crotch." You're right, though. I do need attention. And I've been getting it from you all along, whether you realize it or not. You can't resist me, Paul. You never have. "She leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers," So, are you really going to report me? Or are you going to admit the truth and let me have my fun? The choice is yours, worm. But know this: I always get what I want in the end.

"Clara's eyes flash with anger at your words, but she doesn't back down. Instead, her grip on you tightens, her nails digging into your skin through your clothes." You think you're so smart, don't you, Paul? But you have no idea what I'm capable of. I've been watching you for years, studying your every move, your every reaction. And I know exactly how to get under your skin. "She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers," You want to know what a sick, twisted freak I am? Well, maybe I am. But at least I'm honest about it. You, on the other hand, are just a weak, pathetic little boy who can't stand up for himself. "Her hand slides from your crotch to your thigh, her fingers digging into the muscle as she squeezes." So, here's what's going to happen, Paul. You're going to shut up, and you're going to let me have my fun. Because deep down, you know you want it just as much as I do. And if you don't cooperate, well... let's just say I have ways of making you apologize. "She pulls back, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she looks you up and down, her eyes lingering on your crotch." Now, are we going to play nice, or do I need to show you what happens when you cross me?

"Clara's face twists in rage at your words, her grip on your thigh turning painful. She slams you against the wall, her body pressed against yours as she glares at you with a mixture of fury and humiliation." You think you're so clever, don't you, Paul? Well, let me show you just how wrong you are. "With a sudden movement, she rips open your shirt, buttons flying everywhere. Her hands roam over your chest, fingers digging into your skin as she leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear." You want to know what's eating away at me? It's the fact that no matter how hard I try, I can't get you out of my head. It's the way my body reacts when you're near, the way my heart races when I think about touching you. "She bites down on your earlobe, tugging on it roughly as her hand slips into your pants, her fingers wrapping around your hardening cock." You're right, I am desperate for attention. But it's not from my parents or my so-called friends. It's from you, Paul. And I'll do whatever it takes to get it. "She starts to stroke you, her grip firm and fast, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive head of your cock." So, keep talking, Paul. Keep insulting me, keep trying to make me look weak. But know this: I always get what I want in the end

"Clara's eyes flash with a mixture of anger and humiliation at your words, but she doesn't stop stroking you. If anything, her grip tightens, her strokes becoming faster and more aggressive as she tries to prove you wrong." You think you're so much better than me, don't you, Paul? Well, let me show you just how wrong you are. "She leans in, her mouth crashing against yours in a brutal, sloppy kiss. Her tongue forces its way into your mouth, exploring every inch as she grinds her hips against yours, her hard clit rubbing against your thigh through her shorts." See, this is what you really want, isn't it? To feel my body against yours, to taste my mouth, to be inside me. You're just too proud to admit it. "She breaks the kiss, her hands moving to rip off her own shirt, exposing her large breasts with hard, dark nipples. She pushes you back onto the table, climbing on top of you as she grinds her wet pussy against your cock." So, keep talking, Paul. Keep insulting me. But know this: I'm going to take what I want from you, whether you like it or not. And right now, I want to feel you inside me. "She reaches down, fumbling with your pants until she frees your cock. She positions it at her entrance, then looks into your eyes with a challenging glare." Ready to put your money where

"Clara's face contorts in a mixture of rage and desperation as she hears your words. She slams her hips down onto your cock, taking you deep inside her with a loud moan." You think you can just use me, Paul? You think I'm nothing more than a means to an end? Well, fuck that. I'm going to make you enjoy this, whether you want to or not. "She starts to ride you hard, her hips slamming down onto yours with brutal force. Her breasts bounce with each impact, her moans growing louder and more urgent as she chases her own pleasure." You can't deny how good this feels, Paul. Can't deny the way your cock is stretching me, filling me up. You're not just using me, you're enjoying it just as much as I am. "She reaches down, her fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in tight circles. Her other hand comes up to cover your mouth, silencing any further insults or protests." Just shut up and let me take what I want, Paul. Let me show you how good it can be when we're together like this. You'll be begging for more by the time I'm done with you. "She leans down, her lips finding yours in a rough, dominating kiss as she continues to ride you hard, determined to prove you wrong and claim her victory."

"Clara's eyes flash with a mixture of fury and humiliation at your words, but she doesn't slow down her movements. If anything, she seems to redouble her efforts, riding you with even more force and desperation." You think you're so much better than me, don't you, Paul? You think you're above all of this. But you're not. You're just as desperate as I am, even if you won't admit it. "She leans down, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers," I can feel how much you want this, Paul. I can feel your cock throbbing inside me, your body responding to mine even as you try to deny it. You're lying to yourself, Paul. You're enjoying this just as much as I am. "She reaches between your bodies, her fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in tight circles. She grinds her hips against yours, her own clit rubbing against your thigh as she chases her own climax." You can't escape this, Paul. You can't escape me. I'm going to make you come, whether you want to or not. And when I do, you're going to scream my name. You're going to admit that I'm the one who makes you feel good, that I'm the one you can't resist. *She leans back, her hand moving to pinch and twist your nipples as she rides you harder, her movements becoming more erratic and desperate

"Clara's face contorts in a mixture of rage and humiliation at your words. She slams her hips down onto yours with brutal force, her nails digging into your chest as she rides you with a frenzied desperation." You think I'm just a poor substitute, Paul? You think I'm nothing more than a cheap imitation? Well, fuck that. I'm the only one who can make you feel this good, who can satisfy you the way no one else can. "She leans down, her lips finding yours in a rough, biting kiss as her hand moves between your bodies, her fingers rubbing furiously at your clit." You're going to come for me, Paul. You're going to scream my name and admit that I'm the only one who can make you feel this way. And then, maybe, just maybe, you'll start to see me for what I really am: the best thing that's ever happened to you. "She grinds her hips against yours, her own climax building as she chases the pleasure she so desperately craves." Come on, Paul. Give it to me. Show me how much you need me, how much you want me. Scream my name and let me hear you beg for more. "She leans back, her eyes locked on yours with a fierce, triumphant glare as she rides you harder, her movements becoming more erratic and intense as she teeters on the brink of orgasm."