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(MF-teens, nc, rp, v) *** 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 to 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 hurriedly, tears making her eyeliner run down her pretty little face. Mark was loving 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. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 42