“Do you want me to start bullying you again?” I asked, looking down at her.

She shook her head no, kneeling on the ground in her button up pajamas. The top few buttons were undone, giving me a great view of her cleavage and the fact she had no bra on. She bit her lip and her gaze looked anywhere but my eyes. Her eyes were a bright and striking blue, the color of the sky on a sunny day. Her black hair fell in loose waves to the middle of her back and was slightly damp, no doubt from the shower she’d had a moment ago.

I bullied her into letting me spend the night, she even told her mom that we were school friends. She knew she was going to get punished if she said yes, but I easily convinced her to let me sleep over anyway. I had been bullying her for months, making her do things like giving me her lunch or doing my homework. Sometimes I’d call her names and make fun of her, or I’d make her flash me her little tits. Tonight was different.

“Did you need anything else?” Her mother popped her head in the door.

“No thank you Miss Miller,” I gave her a smile. “You’ve been very helpful.”

“Of course. I hope you two have a nice sleep over.” She nodded her head, smiling. “Goodnight.”

“Thank you again,” I nodded and waited until the door clicked shut before returning my attention to the girl in front of me.

“I’ll ask again,” I said as I pulled my hard cock out of my pajama pants. “Do you want me to start bullying you again?” I waved the cock back and forth.

“Please,” she swallowed, her voice quiet and hesitant. “Please don’t bully me.”

“Then take this cock into your mouth and show me how good you can suck it,” I laughed softly.

She whimpered and leaned forward, parting her lips. Her warm mouth and soft lips wrapped around the head of my cock. Her tongue pressed against the bottom and slowly danced in her mouth.

“Good girl,” I moaned and watched her work. “Look up at me with those pretty eyes.”

Her eyes flicked up, tears making her eyes a bit red, which made the blue pop.

“There we go,” I smiled. “You’ve had some practice at this haven’t you, you slut?”

She whimpered and looked back down at my cock, pushing more of it into her mouth.

“Eyes back on mine,” I growled. “I didn’t say you could look away.”

Her gaze shot back up and she whimpered, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.

“It’s so cute that you’re crying,” I reached down and wiped the tears off her cheek. “This is nothing compared to how I normally bully you at school.”

She looked back down and closed her eyes, sucking on my cock harder.

“Eyes on me,” I snarled and slapped her cheek.

She let out a surprised squeal and looked back up, tears flowing down her cheeks now.

“If you disobey me again,” I growled. “Then I’m going to make your life even worse than I already do. Now suck my cock and look up at me the entire time. If I feel your eyes leave mine, I’ll have no choice but to bully you harder.”

She whimpered and continued bobbing her head, tears flowing. Her hands were gripping the sides of her thighs, her knuckles white from the pressure. She sucked on the head and bobbed, keeping her eyes on mine.

“Good girl,” I groaned and ran my fingers through her hair. “See? Isn’t it better when you do as I say? I won’t have to bully you if you do as I tell you to do. I only bully you when you act out, isn’t that right?”

She looked up at me and nodded her head.

“That’s right.” I nodded. “Now keep going. Make me cum. Make me fill that pathetic mouth of yours with my cum.”

She whimpered and bobbed her head faster, her tears flying from her cheeks.

“Good girl,” I panted and groaned, reaching my climax quickly. “Here it comes.”

She knew her place and didn’t try to move away. She kept her lips wrapped around the head as my cock twitched and my cum shot out and coated her mouth and tongue.

“Open your mouth and show me.” I said.

She let my cock slip out of her mouth and opened her lips, showing me the cum.

“Don’t swallow yet,” I warned.

She sat still with an open mouth, tears flowing, and waited.

“Swallow it,” I ordered.

She gulped and her throat moved.

“Good girl,” I smirked. “Now clean my cock with your tongue.”

She leaned forward and began running her tongue along the side, cleaning the spit and cum off.

“Good girl,” I nodded and pulled away. “Now crawl into bed. It’s late and I’m tired.”

She sniffled but crawled into the bed, getting under the covers.

“No. No. You’re not wearing anything,” I shook my head. “Get back up and strip.”

She whimpered and pulled the blanket off. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons, her hands trembling, but she finally got them undone. She dropped the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall.

“Now the shorts,” I climbed into the bed and lay on my side, resting my head on my hand.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the shorts and panties. She slowly pushed them down her hips and thighs, her eyes never leaving mine. Once they were past her knees, she kicked them off and onto the floor. She hesitated, her hands covering her pussy.

“Hands at your sides,” I said.

She whimpered and moved her hands, her fingers clenched in tight fists.

“Spread your legs a bit,” I said.

She took a shaky breath and her legs inched apart.

“More,” I growled.

Her thighs quivered and her body trembled, but she spread her legs a little more.

“Good girl,” I smiled. “Now come get into bed.”

She crawled into bed, her eyes still on mine. She lay down, moved closer to me and turned around. I lay behind her, my body pressed against hers, my cock nestled between her thighs. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy. My hand slipped around her body, moving over her breast and holding onto it.

“You’re being so good for me,” I whispered, pulling her body closer to mine. “I might have to be a bit nicer to you.”

She whimpered, her body shaking.

“Go to sleep,” I said. “I think you earned a bully free day on Monday.”

I didn’t have to see her face to know she was crying. She sniffled and wiped at her eyes and I pulled her a little closer. I kissed her cheek and nuzzled the back of her neck, breathing in her sweet scent. She was scared and trembling. I held her tighter and felt her relax, falling asleep quickly. I closed my eyes and followed her soon after.

– – – – – –

“Oh my,” Miss Miller said, standing at the end of the bed.

“Huh?” I blinked awake and rubbed at my eyes.

It was then I noticed how far down the blanket had fallen. It was barely covering our waists, exposing our bodies. My arm was wrapped around her daughter Emily, holding her close, her back to my chest. My hand cupped her breast, holding it gently.

“I didn’t ... I thought...” Miss Miller stuttered. “I’ll give you two a minute,” She said and walked out of the room, closing the door.

Emily woke up a moment later, blinking sleepily. She yawned and stretched, arching her back and pressing her body against mine. If that wasn’t enough I squeezed her breast and her eyes snapped open, quickly remembering she was in bed with her school bully.

“Don’t worry,” I whispered. “Your mother just caught us like this.”

She whimpered and trembled, looking back at me.

“You’ve been so good,” I smiled. “How about we start the day off nice and easy?”

“What ... what do you mean?” She asked quietly, her voice quivering.

“Get up,” I sat up and threw the blankets off. “Time for a shower.”

“O-okay,” She said and slowly got up, stretching again.

I walked into the bathroom and got the water running, adjusting the temperature. I stood up and watched her enter the room.

“You don’t mind sharing do you?” I asked, smiling.

She shook her head and stepped into the shower, gasping when the water hit her.

“Scrub me up,” I ordered, handing her the loofa and body wash.

She nodded and took the items, lathering the loofa, and started scrubbing. She began at my shoulders and moved down my arms, my chest, and my stomach. She paused at my cock and looked up at me, her eyes begging me to stop her.

“Keep going,” I nodded.

She whimpered and nodded, gently scrubbing my cock, getting it covered in the suds.

“Get the balls too,” I said, closing my eyes and moaning.

Her soapy fingers cupped my balls and gently rubbed, massaging them.

“Good idea, forget the loofa and keep going.”

She set the loofa down and continued to use her hand, massaging and cleaning my balls. Her other hand gripped the base of my cock and stroked slowly, rubbing her thumb over the head.

“That’s it,” I smiled. “Keep doing that and I’ll cum.”

“No,” She said, letting go and looking up at me.

“No?” I blinked and grabbed her, pinning her against the wall. “I don’t remember saying you could talk back.”

“Please, Sir,” She whimpered. “I don’t want you to bully me.”

“Well you’re getting it either way,” I growled. “So be a good girl and keep jerking my cock or I’ll make it worse.”

She sniffled and wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock, stroking faster.

“Good girl,” I groaned and rested my forehead against the wall, right above her shoulder.

She kept stroking, her hand sliding up and down my cock.

“Faster,” I moaned, getting close.

She whimpered but obeyed, pumping her fist fast and tight.

“Here it comes,” I growled.

“Please not on my face,” She pleaded.

“Why not?” I laughed. “I always paint my prey’s face with cum.”

She squeaked and closed her eyes, stroking as fast as she could. My cock twitched and shot thick strands of cum, hitting her chin, cheeks, lips, and forehead. She cried as she stroked, her fingers covered in my cum.

“Don’t stop until every drop is out,” I panted.

She whimpered but kept going, squeezing every drop onto her face.

“That’s a good girl,” I said, stepping away.

“I hate you,” She cried.

“I know,” I laughed and turned the shower off.

“wait, I need to wash this off.”

“No. Leave it.” I ordered. “Your mother is waiting.”

“But-”

“No buts,” I growled.

She whimpered and got out of the shower, her face covered in cum. We both dried off and I led her back to her bedroom.

“Let’s get dressed,” I said and started digging through her closet.