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The Bitch Gets A Lesson
by Tara (leather_face_girl@yahoo.com)

***

Mark teaches Sara, a fellow classmate and total bitch, 
a very valuable lesson. (MF-teens, nc, rp, v, ws)

***

Mark really didn't like Sara's shitty attitude. She was 
too... too sure of herself. Too rebellious. Thought she 
was really something when all she was... was just some 
bossy bitch. He had been plotting to scare her 
straight. Just put her in her place, nothing too 
dramatic.

Mark heard that her and her family were going out of 
town on a little vacation for about a week, just to get 
away in a hotel. He decided that he had taken her shit 
long enough and would use this trip to his advantage. 

He got into place, hiding behind the back seat where 
Sara was napping soundly, her long red hair spilling 
off the edge of the car seat. Her dad peeked back at 
her before he began to drive off to the hotel.

***

Mark had fallen asleep during the ride, which was not 
originally in his plan. He scooted under the seat, 
maneuvering his somewhat large body as best he could. 
Mark managed to shield himself from Sara, her mom, dad 
and little brother's sight by pulling some old buckets 
and rather old-looking snow board in front of him. Once 
they finished unpacking their stuff and after a moment 
of waiting, Mark got out of the van, in disguise of 
course.

He was sporting some loose cargo pants, black Vans 
shoes, a Slipknot shirt and wore a Chammyz beach hat 
low over his face, along with a pair of dark 
sunglasses. Mark had heard Sara's parents talking about 
staying in a room 402, so he did the math, sneaking his 
way up to a window. He peeked and saw that he was in 
the bathroom part of the hotel room.

Swiftly and quietly, Mark slipped through the window 
and hid in the closet, looking between the small spaces 
of the door. Sara's mom walked in, looked around for a 
few minutes, then walked out. He heard Sara's voice, 
wishing she would just get the fuck in there so he 
could carry out his plan and head back home.

He quietly reached into his pocket and grabbed a black 
ski mask and slipped it over his face, smiling as she 
entered, her nice body shining in the sunlight that was 
seeping through the curtain. That's what Mark really 
hated: She was a total bitch with a nice body. Those 
perfect tits, flat stomach, curvy waist, nice ass, 
those big green eyes, full lips, long eyelashes... she 
was something to look at alright, but not so fun to be 
around.

And another thing that bugged Mark was that she dressed 
really trashy. Short skirts, constantly had her thong 
hanging out, short-shorts, tops that almost always 
showed half of her nipples. Hell, Mark practically saw 
her naked at a party a while back.

Sara looked around the bathroom with distaste, like the 
tiles she walked on weren't deserving of her feet. She 
turned around and closed the door, pulling her short 
skirt and panties down. She sat on the toilet and began 
to piss, Mark catching a good glance at her pussy, 
covered in thick red hair. He began to get aroused, 
trying to remind himself of what he was here to do.

Then after Sara was done, she double-checked the door 
to make sure it was locked and began to masturbate. 
Mark's mouth hung open silently as his good-sized cock 
stood erect in his pants almost instantly. He had never 
seen a pussy in real life, let alone see a girl play 
with it.

Mark couldn't help but rub his hand on his pants, 
making his cock harder. He tried to stop, but... fuck, 
this was the most excited he had ever gotten. When he 
masturbated to a magazine or porno tape, he thought 
that was great, but this... this was so much more 
different.

As Sara finished up, she wiped her wet pussy off with 
some toilet paper, then stood up with her skirt still 
down. Sara turned around and threw the toilet paper 
into the toilet, bending over to flush it down. Mark 
had seen Sara's ass - many times - but he had not been 
the only one in the room like this before. She was 
pretty much helpless...bending down to pull her skirt 
and panties up... and all he had to do was sneak up 
behind her, and...

Before Mark knew it, he was doing just that. He slammed 
his hand over her mouth as she tried to scream, dropped 
his pants and stuck his cock up her ass, pumping in and 
out hard. She screamed into his hand and he used his 
other hand to pull back on her hair roughly. This 
stopped her futile screams as it became too painful to 
scream.

Mark let go of her hair and grabbed her right tit, 
squeezing it roughly. He rubbed her nipples as he 
whispered, "You make a fucking sound or try to make a 
run for it, I'll kill you." She whimpered quietly, at 
which Mark roughly thrust his cock all the way in her 
perfect ass. He reached into his pocket to pull out a 
fake knife. It looked pretty real if you didn't get a 
chance to look at it for too long. Mark pressed the 
knife to her throat and whispered, "... do you 
understand?"

She nodded horridly, tears making her eyeliner run down 
her pretty little face. Mark loved this. He had 
dominated Sara, the bitch of all bitches, in a few 
seconds flat. She was at his mercy. Right now she 
belonged to him.

"Good..." He whispered as he continued to pound away at 
her tight ass, on the verge of cumming.

"Sara? Are you okay in there?" The call came from the 
other side of the door. Sara mom.

"Don't you fucking try anything cute, bitch." Mark was 
careful to make his voice harsh, yet quiet. "Just tell 
her you're having problems going to the bathroom or 
something." Mark reached down and rubbed his balls as 
he now gently thrust into her. He took his hand away 
from her mouth slowly.

"Yeah, mom..." Sara said, her voice cracking slightly.

"Well, what's wrong?" Her mom asked, sounding 
concerned.

"Mom! Can't I have any Goddamn privacy?!" Sara yelled, 
her acting skills pretty decent.

"Sorry, hun... well, we're going to head out to the 
beach. Do you want to come?"

"No, mom. I outgrew sand castles and gay shit like that 
when I was fifteen."

"Sara, that was only a year ago." Her mom gave a laugh 
and I came, trying not to moan too loud. "Well, we're 
gonna head out, sug. See ya later... I hope you feel 
better."

Mark heard 3 sets of footsteps exit the apartment. Holy 
fuck, this was better than Mark imagined. He pulled his 
long, thick cock out of her and threw her flat on her 
ass. He held the fake knife slightly behind his bare 
thigh so that she couldn't tell it was fake and 
caressed his cock with the other, staring at her 
through the ski mask.

"Why are you doing this..."

Mark rolled his eyes. "I think you know why, you little 
bitch. You walk around like you're the best thing to 
happen to the fuckin' universe." He let go of his cock 
and gestured with his hand to her clothes. "You wear 
this skanky shit. You're a pathetic waste of life and 
you've just been asking to get fucked by the first guy 
that will drop his pants. Well, you got what you 
wanted, now take it."

Sara had her bitchiness back on her face. She seemed to 
forget herself, forget the situation she was in. She 
started to stand up, "Now you fuckin' listen to me, I 
am nobody's bitch! And I don't dre-"

Mark pimp smacked her so hard that she hit the nearest 
wall, sliding down it. She looked very submissive now. 
"No... you fuckin' listen to me. I've been putting up 
with your shit for just a little too long." Mark walked 
up to her, his cock standing straight out. 

She actually looked like she was trying to press 
herself farther back into the wall, trying to escape, 
but there was no way she was getting her way this time. 
It was an amazing feeling for Mark. "Now, whore... I 
think you see I'm not going to be fucking around. I'm 
your master as of right now, and you will do whatever 
the fuck I tell you to do. That clear?"

She looked up at him, teary eyed and sobbing a little. 
She understood very well.

"Now, jack me off." Mark said, getting a thrill out of 
telling this cheap-ass hoe what to do.

Sara took her delicate hands off the floor and began 
rubbing his dick, her hands barely fitting all the way 
around it. She seemed experienced, but she wasn't 
putting much effort into it.

Mark laughed sarcastically. "Uh... I don't think you 
really understand me. If your master isn't pleased, 
there will be consequences."

She began to jerk him harder, making his large balls 
jiggle. Mark kept situating himself to where his load 
would shoot directly in her face, but she kept moving 
her head to the side slightly. Finally, he got fed up 
and grabbed Sara's red locks to hold her in place. 
Three more quick jerks and he came all over her face. 
It dripped down her shirt and bare legs. Mark couldn't 
help but smile at the shirt. He had heard Sara tell her 
friends how much she loved that, how it was her 
favorite thing she owned. He reached down and ripped it 
right off, revealing her large, soft breasts held back 
by a tiny bra.

She seemed shocked that anyone would rip her clothes 
off like that. Mark smiled at her, still holding the 
torn shirt.

"Open your mouth... wider..." Once her mouth was 
opened, Mark balled her shirt up and shoved it in her 
mouth so she couldn't close it. With one swift 
movement, his cock was rammed in her mouth, his head 
blocked off by the shirt that she was being forced to 
violently gag on. "Mmmm, fuck yeah... take it, you 
fucking bitch..." Mark had one hand on the back of her 
head, fucking her face as hard as he could. She tried 
to push him off and plead even with the shirt and cock 
blocking her throat off, but there was no way Mark was 
going to pull out until he was good and ready, no 
matter how pathetic she looked.

He pulled his dick out and reached his large fingers 
into her mouth to retrieve the shirt. Pulling it out, 
Sara sucked in air and coughed at the sudden rush to 
her head, face turning a dark red. Mark was just about 
ready to cum, so he yanked her head back and forced her 
to suck and lick his balls. She did of course, but 
gagged on the taste and some stray pubic hair that had 
been sucked off. Her mouth could just barely fit around 
his balls, so Mark decided to help her out with that. 
He straddled her face and jammed his balls as far in as 
they would go.

"Suck it..." Mark whispered as cum burst out of his 
cock and landed on the tile flooring behind her, just 
behind her bare ass. After a second or 2 of catching 
his breath, he finally took his large balls out of her 
mouth and looked at her, tapping the knife against his 
thigh in thought. "Lay down, flat on your back..." He 
finally said and Sara slowly followed his orders. Mark 
straddled her stomach, slapping her breasts a little 
hard with his big, hard cock and ripping her tiny bra 
clean off, causing her breasts to jiggle. "Push those 
tits together, slave..."

Sara did as he said and her big, soft, firm breasts 
closed in around his cock. He began running his cock in 
between her tits, faster with every second, his cock 
almost hitting her in the chin. He moaned loudly, 
simply to exercise the fact that the walls were 
practically sound proof and that nobody was actually 
around to hear him raping his fellow classmate. Her 
nipples were hard and Mark reached down to feel her 
pussy. Mmm, it was so wet... he couldn't help but play 
with it as she tried to control her futile sobs.

With a few more violent thrusts of his cock, Mark came 
and sprayed Sara all of the face with cum. It dripped 
into her hair, seeped its way into her mouth and eyes 
and caused her to gag when some went flying up her cute 
little nose. He sat on her for a few more seconds, 
holding her weak hands back which were trying 
desperately to get his cum off of her face.

"Keep your hands at your side." Mark stood up, legs 
standing on either side of her. "I'll get it off for 
you..." Mark grabbed his slowly dying erection and 
pissed on her face, her whole body, making sure to soak 
her torn and untorn clothes. She tried to clean the 
piss off of her face at which Mark leaned down and 
smacked her on the right side of the face. 

"Don't even fucking move until I leave. And if you tell 
anyone about this, I might just have to come for your 
mom and you at the same time and make your dad and 
brother watch." He moved closer to her ear, her eyes 
closed for fear of piss and cum getting into her eyes. 
He whispered, "You know... she ain't that bad looking 
for a woman in her late thirties..."

Mark stood up and put his clothes back on, pocketing 
his fake knife. "I hope you learned a valuable lesson 
from this, bitch. People can make you do things whether 
you like it or not. You're not as great as you think 
you are..."

Mark hopped out of the window, took the ski mask off 
and was gone, feeling very fulfilled.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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