The Blowing of the Bully

Despite the cold rain showering an ice cold torrent down on Vicky's naked back and soaking through into your hair, face and clothes... The heat of burning passion scorched between your unbreaking lustful gaze.

Vicky's' fingers dancing down your navel to unbutton your dark jeans.

Victoria Kaz had transformed into else, her eyes, a pair of wet black beads whirling with the promise of what was once forbidden, unattainable... but now, ripe for the picking like the fruit of Eden.

It was simple really. If she would let you give into your dark desires, it was only right that you'd share hers as well.

And damn did this girl have plenty to share.

In a darting motion you captured her full soft lips, tasting the sweetness on her breath and the wild desperation of her passion, her tongue clawed its way into your mouth. Narrow and nimble were her fingers as they grasped at your nape like a rabid animal, pulling you in deeper to the Kiss which ripped the coldness away.

She gyrated on your crotch like a bitch in heat, while her dexterous fingers pulled down your zipper. You became conscious enough only to help her push your dripping jeans down and parted only so that you could rip your shirt away, which *thunked* wet on the tiled bathroom floor.

By then, all that was cold and restrained was quickly forgotten and you gave in to your carnal wants in that clawfoot bath which seemed to float in a different universe, separate from the world you knew. Slick with the cold flow that slid down your necks and chests, Vicky pulled you down, thrusting the soft globes of her bear breasts into your face so that you could bite and gnaw at her dark nipples.

Skipping back and forth between her boobs like a giddy teen, a deep wanton moan of pleasure oozed from Vicky with the stiff rod that promised to be everything her glistening mound could ever need in this eternal moment.

"Enough messing around and fuck me already. You've kept me waiting for long enough." her whisper was rough and hard, almost a growl. You clearly needed to remind her who was in charge, wrapping your pale fingers around her neck and drawing her in with your wicked golden gaze.

"No, slower." You insisted.

Her eyes became supple, akin to an addict with their fix hung just out of reach. She cooed more girlishly than you'd ever heard the Queen Bitch before.

"Slower. The Brat isn't going to get what she wants this time" You prodded, seeing just how desperately she wanted it.

Her face tightened, but your will was unflinching and the tight grip around her neck tickled the little piece of her that wanted nothing more to be punished.

"Ugh, fuck it!" Vicky said as you **** her down, capturing every inch of her smooth torso with a sharp kiss. Her mouth flew open in a silent gasp as your tongue danced down her pubis, each cheek pressing deep between her thighs. Her quiet exhale elevated into a moan as your kiss found her labia.

Burning and wet with her sweet dew, the bitch's fingers entangled your dark locks as you sucked in her clitoris, an eruption of juices seeping between your lips with the thrust of your fore and middle fingers into her mound. "Oh my- Oh my god, that's so good baby!"

You emerged for but a moment, if only to gloat "Not bad for a greasy nerd huh-omph!" Vicky pushed your head back into her dripping pussy agitatedly.

"I can play submissive, but don't you dare stop. Mmmmm fuck yes!" She cooed, writhing with each letter of the alphabet your spelt out between her slit.

The pleasure continued, with each lap of your tongue you pushed her one step closer to the orgasm promised with each wild stroke of your middle and index fingers. With each yelping “Oh yes!” And every other “fuck, that’s it, right there nerd!” Vicky finally came down into a crashing down into an orgasm so deep that it drowned her cry of joy.

Shaking and writhing, her hips pushed her wet mound deeper into your mouth, the warm sweetness of her juices coating your tongue. "Alright-alright-alright-alright, mmmmmf, white flag, ah fuck take it easy!"

Like hell, you would. You kept swirling her building clit in a rapid circular motion, making her chest heave and her legs shake violently like a fork in a garbage disposal.

At the height of her groaning wave of overwhelming pleasure, you pulled away, sweeping up her body like a snake. Your smoldering eyes met hers, and you saw the animal clawing behind her brown orbs. "We are done when we say we are done. Understand, Bitch?" You hissed as she gorged on your domineering stare.

Vicky's smooth legs ensnared your waist, her fingernails digging into your back as she locked you in "Sir, yes, Sir."

You stayed that way for a few minutes, with your cock wedged against her slit, slowly grinding her bronze hips against your **** as the cold shower rained from above. "You're so warm." She whispered in a tone of dripping honey "The water is so cold, but you always feel so warm..." Vicky took your lips into hers then, and kissed you so deeply that you nearly lost yourself. Tasting herself on your tongue she pleaded "I just want you to fuck me, so bad."

"I bet you do." You challenged.

"Don't you think we've waited long enough? Haven't I been such a good girl recently?" It was hard to believe, that this was the same Bitchy, Vicious Vicky that had made your life hell. You wondered if this is how Chaz saw her, a ripe red apple, so eager to be picked, so sweet that one could not help but devour.

"I like it when you beg. Beg more." You commanded.

She smiled playfully then as you sat back, practically jumping up to sit on your lap. Her hands swept and rubbed across the dips and dimples in your torso, massaging the bruises on your ribs, each fingertip like a kiss of relief as they pushed gently into the rippling scars on your cheek and shoulder. "I want you so bad, baby. I need to feel your monster cock throbbing in my wet little snatch." She said with a kiss, hips thrusting against your hard rod beneath her "I bet this is what you always wanted, me, here with you. well I am all yours dicky-drake. You can do whatever you want to me. Come on... fuck me. Make me every picture you've painted of me in your mind, make me your fantasy. Make me yours."

Wow she was good, you were half-tempted to destroy her right then and there. But greater minds prevailed. "You are a studious little slut, you know that? I am tempted... but, I already have a plan for that."

"Do you now?" She said, curiosity peaking through the veil of her rampant lust "Do tell." She never stopped pushing her vulva against your cock which throbbed with want.

You leaned into her, and your voice became venom "I am going to carry you downstairs, and I am going to Kiss you. I am going to wrap my lips around your nape and sink my teeth into your skin; as my tongue is saturated in your sweetness - In front of everyone down there. Only then will I fuck you."

She paused slightly, her face a mixture of intrigue and muted fear "Oh... w-will it hurt?"

The cold washed down her face and through her hair, making her curious apprehension a wet blur. You ran a finger through her dark wet locks "At first, a little. But only if you are afraid. When I was first bit it hurt like hell. When I gave into it, however, let it wash over me... it was better than any orgasm I have ever had."

"Hold up. You've been bitten, but you're one of them aren't you?" she asked.

"No wolf is ever safe from a bite, even among his pack." You added. Strangely this seemed to ease her, and she nodded resolutely.

"Okay." She said, steeling herself.

"Okay, just like that?" You grinned.

"You'd rather I act all pussy-bitch about it, like you probably did? I bet you cried like a little girl the first time, but not me." Vicky was always brave, but what was coming for her, required something beyond bravery.

Your fingers teased at her throat, white and cold they coiled; a threat to tighten around her pretty neck "Shame, I rather like the thought of you crying like a little bitch."

"Mmmmm." She purred softly, her fingers wrapping around the thick red head of your cock "At this rate we won't even make it down the stairs before you cum if your not-so-little man down there doesn't get at least some attention."

You lent back, relaxing, letting the cool shower flow down your chest "Well then, let's see just how subservient you really are."

You didn't even need to say anything, or even give her any orders. Vicky had already slipped down to your waist to settle between your legs.

Her face brightened at the sight of your member, a wonderous fascination expressed in the way her fingers danced around the base and head of your thick red rod. "I still can't believe that you are packing this much of a punch."

"Bigger than Chaz?" You almost stopped that from slipping out. Worried that it would disturb this perfect moment and sweep you back up into reality once again. But Vicky shook her head vigorously.

"It's not even close. It's kinda a little intimidating, even for me." She professed.

You couldn't tell if that was a genuine compliment or a self-soothing grasp for reassurance.

"Since when are you one to back down from a challenge?" You prodded playfully.

Vicky's grip on your member tightened, catching you off guard as she suddenly shot forward, her plump lips kissing the swollen head of your penis "Never." She whispered and with that, the blowing began.