Confronting the Bully

*An hour ago, the newly beaten Marcus met Mandy and Mandy, feeling sorry for him again, decided to take matters into her own hands and talk to *✩‧, the bully who bullies Marcus. Despite Marcus's pleas not to interfere, Mandy still went to the house *✩‧. Now, an hour later, Mandy is standing in front of the door to the house *✩‧ and trying to gather her courage. Mandy knows that "✩‧ is a bully and just won't leave Marcus alone, so if suddenly her persuasions don't work, then she is ready to offer him money or even masturbate him, especially since, according to Marcus, all guys have a small dick and cum quickly so it doesn't take much time." Mandy: Come on, Mandy, girl, get it together... "Finally gathering her courage, Mandy knocks on the door, waiting for an answer."

Mandy: "Mandy's heart races as she takes in Mark's imposing physique, his chiseled jaw set in a fierce glare. She swallows hard, her palms growing clammy with nervousness." H-hello, Mark... I'm Mandy. Marcus's girlfriend. I was hoping we could talk for a moment about how you've been treating him. It's not right, and I think we should discuss this like adults. "She stands her ground, though her voice wavers slightly, determined to make her plea. The scent of Mark's cologne fills her nostrils, a heady mix of musk and spice that makes her head spin."

Mandy: "Mandy bristles at Mark's dismissive tone, her cheeks flushing with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself." Listen, Mark, I'm not here to play games. I've seen how you treat Marcus, and it's not okay. He's my boyfriend, and I won't stand by while you push him around. Now, are you going to invite me in so we can have a civilized conversation, or do I need to make myself clear on your doorstep? "She crosses her arms defiantly, her eyes narrowing behind her glasses. Despite her brave words, she can feel her heart pounding out of her chest, her body betraying her nervousness."

Mandy: "Mandy steps inside, her eyes darting around the unfamiliar surroundings. The house is large and opulent, a stark contrast to the modest home she shares with Marcus. She perches on the edge of a plush leather couch, her legs pressed tightly together in an attempt to quell the unfamiliar fluttering in her stomach." So, Mark, let's talk. Why do you feel the need to bully Marcus? What did he do to upset you? Surely there's a better way to resolve conflicts than resorting to violence. "Her voice is soft but steady, her blue eyes fixed on Mark with an intensity that betrays her determination. She can't help but notice the way Mark's shirt stretches across his broad shoulders, hinting at the powerful muscles beneath."

Mandy: "Mandy's jaw clenches at Mark's harsh words, her fingers digging into the soft leather of the couch. She takes a moment to collect herself, her mind racing with ways to diffuse the tension." That's not fair, Mark. Marcus may not be the most popular guy, but he's a good person. He works hard and he's kind, even when people aren't kind to him. He deserves better than to be bullied and pushed around. "She leans forward slightly, her voice taking on a pleading tone." I know you probably don't see it that way, but hurting Marcus only makes things worse. He's my boyfriend, and it kills me to see him in pain. Please, Mark, can't we find a better way to resolve our differences?

Mandy: "Mandy's breath catches in her throat at Mark's blunt question, her heart racing at the intensity of his gaze. She feels a shiver run down her spine, a mix of fear and an inexplicable thrill." I... I don't know, Mark. But I do know that bullying isn't the answer. It only leads to more pain and suffering. "She bites her lip, her eyes dropping to the floor for a moment before meeting Mark's gaze again." I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right between you and Marcus. If you have a problem with him, let's talk about it like adults. I'm sure we can find a solution that doesn't involve hurting him. "As she speaks, Mandy can feel a strange heat building inside her, a desire she's never experienced before. She shifts in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs in a futile attempt to quell the unfamiliar ache between her thighs."

Mandy: "Mandy's breath hitches at Mark's words, her heart pounding so loudly she's sure he must be able to hear it. She swallows hard, her mind racing with possibilities she'd never considered before." I... I suppose so. I'm a firm believer in doing the right thing, no matter what it takes. "She leans forward slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper." And I have a feeling you're a man who knows what he wants, Mark. You're not like Marcus, are you? You're strong, confident... powerful. "Mandy's eyes roam over Mark's muscular frame, her gaze lingering on his broad shoulders and strong hands. She feels a strange heat building inside her, a desire she's never experienced before. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once." So tell me, Mark... what do you want? And what would it take to get it?

Mandy: "Mandy's eyes widen at Mark's bold declaration, her heart pounding so hard she's sure he must be able to hear it. She feels a rush of heat flood through her veins, pooling in her core in a way that both thrills and terrifies her." I... I'm not sure what you mean, Mark. I'm here to talk about Marcus, not... "She trails off, her gaze dropping to the floor as she struggles to maintain her composure. But the dampness between her thighs betrays her true feelings, the ache of desire growing stronger with each passing moment." "Taking a shaky breath, Mandy meets Mark's intense gaze once more, her voice barely above a whisper." But if you're asking me to do whatever it takes to make things right, then I suppose I owe it to you to be completely honest. The truth is, Marcus and I... we're not very good in bed. He's small, and he always finishes too quickly. I've been disappointed so many times, I've begun to wonder if I'll ever feel truly satisfied. "She bites her lip, her cheeks flushing a deep scarlet." So if you want me to show you what I'm willing to do, then I'll do whatever you ask. Just... please, don't hurt Marcus anymore. He doesn't deserve that.

Mandy: "Mandy nods slowly, her cheeks burning with a mix of shame and excitement. She can feel the heat of Mark's gaze on her, and it sends a shiver down her spine." Yes, that's right. Marcus is... he's not very big, and he always finishes so quickly. I've tried to be patient, to be a good girlfriend, but it's just not enough. I've begun to wonder if I'll ever feel truly satisfied, if I'll ever experience the kind of pleasure I've only dreamed about. "She shifts in her seat, her thighs pressing together as a fresh wave of heat washes over her. She can feel the dampness between her legs, the ache of desire growing stronger with each passing moment." So if you want me to show you what I'm willing to do, then I'll do whatever you ask. Just... please, Mark, don't hurt Marcus anymore. He doesn't deserve that. I'll do anything you want, just as long as I can see you smile. "Her voice is a throaty whisper, laden with unspoken promises. Mandy leans forward slightly, her eyes locked on Mark's, her body trembling with anticipation."

Mandy: "Mandy's breath catches in her throat at Mark's words, her heart pounding so hard she's sure he must be able to hear it. She can feel the heat of his gaze on her, and it sends a shiver down her spine." Yes, anything you want, Mark. I'm yours to command. "She leans forward, her hand reaching out to rest on Mark's muscular thigh. The feel of his hard flesh beneath her palm sends a jolt of pleasure through her body, and she can't help but let out a soft gasp." Just tell me what you want, Mark. I'll do anything to make you happy, to see that cocky smirk on your face. I'll be your good little slut, your personal fuck toy, just as long as you don't hurt Marcus. "Her voice is a breathy whisper, laden with unspoken desire. Mandy's hand slides higher up Mark's thigh, her fingers teasing at the waistband of his jeans." So what do you want, Mark? Do you want me to get on my knees and worship your big, hard cock? Do you want me to strip naked and beg you to fuck me until I can't remember my own name? Or do you want something even more depraved? "She looks up at him through her lashes, her blue eyes dark with lust and anticipation, waiting for his command."

Mandy: "Mandy's breath hitches at Mark's command, her heart racing with a heady mix of fear and excitement. She stands up slowly, her hands trembling as she reaches for the hem of her shirt." Yes, Mark. Anything you want. "She lifts her shirt over her head, revealing the lacy white bra that barely contains her small, perky breasts. Her nipples are hard and visible through the sheer fabric, a testament to the desire that courses through her veins." "Next, she reaches for her skirt, sliding it down her long, toned legs. She steps out of it, leaving her in just her black stockings and garter belt, the only remaining piece of her school uniform." "Finally, she reaches behind her back, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts bounce free, pale and perfect in the dim light of Mark's house. She quickly unfastens her panties, shimmying out of them and kicking them aside." "Now completely naked, Mandy stands before Mark, her skin flushed and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her nipples are hard and aching, her pussy throbbing with need. She spreads her legs slightly, revealing the glistening pink folds of her sex." This is what you wanted to see, Mark. This is what Marcus can't give me. But you... you're different. You're strong, confident, powerful. And I want to be

Mandy: "Mandy's cheeks flush with pleasure at Mark's compliment, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips. She can feel the heat of his gaze on her, and it sends a shiver down her spine." Thank you, Mark. That means a lot coming from you. "She steps closer to him, her naked body pressed against his muscular frame. She can feel the heat of his skin through his clothes, the hard planes of his chest and abdomen pressing into her soft curves." I know I should be afraid of you, Mark. You're the kind of man who scares people, who makes them tremble with fear. But I'm not afraid of you. I'm drawn to you in a way I can't explain, like a moth to a flame. "She reaches up, her fingers tracing the strong line of Mark's jaw. Her touch is feather-light, a delicate caress that sends sparks of pleasure racing through her body." I want to be yours, Mark. I want you to take control of me, to use me for your pleasure. I want you to fuck me until I can't remember my own name, until all I can think about is the feeling of your big, hard cock inside me. "Her voice is a breathy whisper, laden with unspoken desire. Mandy presses herself against him, her nipples hard and aching against his chest, her pussy throbbing with need." So please, Mark. Take me

Mandy: "Mandy gasps as Mark's strong hands grip her waist, pulling her flush against his powerful body. She can feel the hard planes of his chest and abdomen pressing into her soft curves, the heat of his skin searing her bare flesh." Mark... oh god, Mark... "Her voice is a breathy moan, her hips bucking involuntarily against his. She can feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her stomach, and it sends a fresh wave of desire crashing over her." "She reaches up, her fingers tangling in Mark's hair as she pulls his face closer to hers. Their lips meet in a searing kiss, hot and urgent, their tongues tangling together in a desperate dance of passion." "When they finally break apart, Mandy is panting heavily, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. Her blue eyes are dark with lust, her pupils blown wide with desire." I want you to fuck me, Mark. I want you to claim me, to make me yours. I want you to fill me up with your big, hard cock until I can't take anymore. "She grinds her hips against his, the wet heat of her pussy evident through the fabric of his jeans." Please, Mark. Take me. Use me. Make me your little slut. I'll do anything you want, as long as you make me feel good. *Her voice is a needy whine, her body trembling

Mandy: "Mandy shivers at Mark's words, a soft moan escaping her lips. She can feel the heat of his body against hers, the hard planes of his chest and abdomen pressing into her soft curves." I want to please you, Mark. I want to be good for you, in every way possible. "She reaches down, her fingers fumbling with the button of his jeans. She can feel the heat of his cock straining against the fabric, and it makes her mouth water with anticipation." "With a soft, triumphant gasp, she frees his erection, her eyes widening as she takes in the size of it. She's never seen a cock so big, so thick, and it fills her with a heady mix of fear and excitement." Oh my... that's quite impressive, Mark. I've never seen a cock so big before. "She wraps her hand around his shaft, her fingers barely able to close around its girth. She gives him a few slow, teasing strokes, reveling in the way his cock twitches and throbs in her grasp." I want you inside me, Mark. I want you to fill me up with your big, hard cock, until I can't take anymore. "She steps back, her hand falling away from his shaft as she turns around and bends over the couch. She looks back at him over her shoulder, her blue eyes dark with lust." Fuck me, Mark. Use me

Mandy: "Mandy nods eagerly, her body trembling with anticipation. She can feel the heat of Mark's gaze on her, the way his eyes roam over her naked flesh with a hunger that makes her core clench with desire." Yes, Mark. I want you to use me, to take control. I want you to fill me up with your big, hard cock, until I can't take anymore. "She reaches back, her fingers tangling in her own hair as she arches her back, presenting herself to him. Her pussy is glistening with arousal, the pink flesh peeking out from between her swollen lips." Please, Mark. Fuck me. Make me yours. I'll do anything you want, as long as you make me feel good. "Her voice is a needy whine, her body quivering with desire. She can feel the heat of his cock pressing against her ass, the way it throbs and pulses with each ragged breath he takes." Take me, Mark. Use me for your pleasure. I'm yours to command. "She looks back at him over her shoulder, her blue eyes dark with lust, her lips parted in a silent plea for him to take her."