I Am My Bullys Slave Pt 05

My eyes slowly began to open as I saw the sunlight pouring in through the window. I sat up, trying to rub the sleep out of them, and stretched my body.

The house was quiet, but as I stepped closer to the kitchen, I heard faint movement--the sound of a spoon clinking against ceramic.

I followed the sound.

When I stepped inside, I saw him.

Ryan stood at the counter, stirring his coffee, shirtless. His muscles flexed with each slow movement, his toned abs catching the morning light filtering through the window.

But what really caught my attention... was the way his pants tented heavily in the front.

A slow, wicked smile spread across my lips.

I stepped forward quietly, my bare feet making no sound on the tile. When I was close enough, I reached out, running my hands over his firm stomach before trailing lower.

He didn't flinch. Didn't speak. Just kept stirring his coffee like I wasn't even there.

My hands slid down further, fingers tracing the thick outline beneath his sweatpants.

"Aww, did you need some relief?" I asked.

I dropped to my knees, my hands sliding over his hips as I nuzzled against the firm bulge pressing against the fabric. My lips ghosted over it, feeling the heat of him through the soft material.

I dragged my tongue along the length of his cock through the fabric, teasing him, wetting the spot where my mouth had been. The outline of his thickness twitched beneath my touch, growing harder.

I slowly grazed the tip of my fingers over his bulge, "Mmm. You like that?" I squeezed his shaft and ran my thumb over the head.

Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants, I tugged them down in one smooth motion. His cock sprang free--thick, heavy, already half-hard. The head was flushed, a bead of precum forming at the tip.

"It's so fucking big..." I exhaled slowly, my warm breath teasing his sensitive skin.

Then, without hesitation, I dragged my tongue up the underside of his shaft, from base to tip.

I slowly, very slowly lick from his balls upward the entire length of his cock. Up and down I lick, a single line, a few inches each time, my pace growing, pressing my tongue over every bit of his shaft. I licked up the thick base of his pole, along the smooth vein on the left, back to the underside where his cock meets his balls and back to the top, my eyes now closed, concentrating, focusing only on the pleasure of him as I run my lips to just beneath his balls, sucking on his hanging sack.

I moaned softly as I swallowed his thick testicle, the heavy weight resting against my tongue. The heady, intoxicating scent of his musk was making me dizzy and light-headed, and I could feel my body weeping, my pussy growing hot and slick in response. My tongue pressed hard against the soft orb, tracing along the underside. His low, rumbling growl of pleasure made me shiver. I loved being down here, beneath him, between his legs, kneeling on the floor.

I wrapped my fingers around his length, stroking him lazily, feeling the heat of him in my palm. While my mouth gently massaged his balls.

Afterwards I slid my tongue up his shaft, once more, until my lips brushed the swollen tip, pressing soft, teasing kisses against it before swirling my tongue around the head.

Ryan's breath hitched as his hand held the counter, making me giggle.

Finally, I parted my lips and took him into my mouth.

His cock stretched my lips as I sank lower, taking him inch by inch. My tongue flattened against the underside, savoring the way he pulsed against me.

A low, barely restrained grunt left his throat.

I smirked around his length, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked gently before pulling back with a slow, wet pop.

Still, he said nothing.

I continued to stroke him as I pressed my lips to the head, "Are you not enjoying this?" I pouted.

I ran my tongue over the slit, collecting the pearly bead that had formed there. I let it melt against my tongue, savoring his taste.

"Does it not feel good, Ryan? You don't have to stay quiet. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need."

I took him into my mouth again, pushing my tongue against the thick vein running the length of his cock. He groaned softly, a deep, guttural sound that made me ache.

I pulled back slowly, my tongue gliding over his length as I let him slip from my lips with another wet pop. A thin string of saliva connected my mouth to his cock, and I wiped my chin with the back of my hand before wrapping my fingers around his shaft again, stroking him at a teasing pace

I kept my gaze trained on him, looking for some sort of reaction.

His face remained unreadable, his grip on the counter relaxed, his eyes half-lidded as he stared down at me. But I saw the tension in his body--the slight clench of his jaw, the way his cock throbbed in my grasp, the way his fingers twitched against the surface like he was fighting the urge to touch me.

"So stubborn..." I smirked swirling my tongue under his swollen tip.

I released his shaft, instead reaching up to cup his heavy balls. They were so big, so full, and they felt amazing in my palm.

"Tell me, Ryan. Do you like it when I do this?"

With one hand I stroked his length while the other cupped his heavy balls, squeezing gently.

"Or maybe..." I kissed the tip, "you would prefer this?"

"Mmm, that's better, isn't it?" I chuckled, kissing his head a few times before sinking his thick cock back into the warm cavern of my mouth.

My fingers rolled his balls, massaging, squeezing, and tugging lightly, all the while taking him as far as I could go.

"Unngggh." I gagged.

I pulled back, a line of spit trailing behind me. I licked him, dragging my tongue along his shaft, pressing it hard against the bottom of his dick.

"I love the way your cock feels in my mouth." I said.

Then I felt his hands grab my head. His fingers tangled in my hair, grabbing a handful.

"Wait--what're you-"

But I was already cut off.

He guided my head, guiding my pace, forcing me to take him deeper and harder.

"Hugnhhh" I choked, his thickness stretching my throat, filling the entirety of it. My eyes watered, and tears trickled down my cheek.

"Fuuuck..." he groaned, thrusting his hips forward.

"Uckn. Uhhhn" I slurped and sucked, his dick twitching inside my mouth.

I swallowed, letting his member slide into the back of my throat.

"Uuunnn." I whimpered, the noise muffled, but still audible.

Saliva pooled down my chin and dripped onto the kitchen floor.

I was starting to get light-headed, and I gripped his thighs, trying to push away.

Then with one last thrust and a loud "Fuuuuuuck!" I felt thick, hot cum pour onto my tongue in heavy, warm spurts.

I tried to swallow, to breathe, but the flow kept coming.

It was too much.

I regurgitated making some of it spill from my mouth, coating the edges of my lips, the rest pouring straight down the back of my throat.

Ryan was breathing heavy as he pulled out of my mouth, and I was panting, trying to catch my breath.

I bent over coughing and spitting.

When I finally caught my breath, I looked up at him.

He was staring down at me, his cock hanging limp and wet, covered in my saliva.

"You didn't have to be so rough," I panted, wiping the excess cum from my lips.

"Don't tell me that didn't turn you on."

I didn't know why, but his domineering, authoritative tone always turned me on.

"Maybe a little," I admitted, smiling up at him.

"Mmm." He smirked, "Then he turned, walking past me.

"Get dressed. We're going out."

I blinked. "Wait... what?"

"I already picked your outfit." His voice was casual, like he hadn't just cum down my throat. "It's in my room on the bed."

I swallowed, my throat still coated with the taste of him. My mind spun.

What the hell did he have planned?

***

The outfit consisted of a black shirt with pink stripes, the fabric stretched taut over my chest, barely containing my tits as they threatened to spill from the heart-shaped cutout. The tight black leggings hugged my curves perfectly, accentuating the roundness of my ass with every movement.

The town was alive with movement--cars rushing past, people lost in their daily routines, the dull hum of conversation filling the streets. But none of that mattered.

All I could focus on was the vibrator buried deep inside me.

Each step sent a pulse of pleasure rippling through my core, the small device buzzing at a low but persistent intensity. It wasn't enough to push me over the edge, but it was enough to make my thighs tense, my breath unsteady, my body hyper-aware of every movement.

And Ryan knew it.

His truck rolled slowly alongside me, his gaze fixed on me through the open window, the remote control resting lazily between his fingers.

The bastard was enjoying this.

I bit my lip, my cheeks already burning from the way men openly stared as I passed. Their eyes lingered, on my tits, barely contained in the too-tight top, on the way my leggings hugged my curves, on the sway of my hips.

I knew what they were thinking.

I could hear it in the whipers, see it in the way they turned their heads for a second look.

"Fuck, look at her."

"Damn, that ass."

A shiver ran down my spine. I should have been embarrassed.

And yet... my body betrayed me.

The heat between my legs only grew, the dull, torturous buzzing teasing me, keeping me on edge. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to keep walking, my thighs rubbing together, trying to ease the ache.

Then Ryan turned up the intensity.

I gasped, my knees buckling for half a second before I caught myself, gripping a nearby lamppost for balance.

I bit down on a moan, my nails digging into my palm as the vibrations pulsed stronger, sharper, sending a fresh wave of pleasure through me. My breath came in short, shaky pants, my nipples tightening beneath my stretched top.

I could feel eyes on me. A quick glance confirmed it, men watching from across the street, a group of them lingering outside a café, one of them mid-conversation until he saw me. His words trailed off, his eyes focused as he took in the sight of me, his gaze dragging over my body like he could see straight through my clothes.

A deep voice, amused. "Man, look at her. She's fucking thick."

I flushed, my thighs clenching instinctively.

They didn't know the truth. They didn't know about the vibrator.

But they saw the way I trembled, the way I pressed my legs together, the way my breath hitched when another sharp pulse rocked through me.

Ryan turned the setting up again.

I choked on a gasp, my fingers gripping the cold metal of the lamppost, my vision blurring for a moment. I barely caught myself before my knees gave out.

I swallowed, my legs weak, my body still pulsing with pleasure. Somehow, I managed to take a step forward, but I barely managed to keep moving.

I walked by two guys and saw them gazing at my chest with hungry eyes. Their pupils looked dilated as their sight lingered on my tits until they passed me. I overheard one of them saying in an excited voice, "Man I would kill to fuck that bitch, her body is incredible," as I got far enough away I couldn't hear the rest of their conversation.

I stopped.

My legs trembled, a particularly strong pulse making my knees buckle. I reached out instinctively, steadying myself against the glass window of a nearby café. The cool surface pressed against my palm, grounding me for a brief moment as I tried to catch my breath.

That's when I saw him.

Inside, just beyond the window, was a bus boy. He stood mid-motion, a damp rag in his hand, frozen. His gaze was locked on my large heavy tits.

"Fuck..." I whimpered as a shudder went through me.

My chest was rising and falling with each shaky breath, my tits straining against the heart-shaped cutout of my top. My thighs were pressed together, struggling against the relentless vibrations between them.

My lips were parted, my eyes dazed with arousal, my hand still braced against the window like I was about to collapse.

I clenched my thighs tighter, trying to suppress the sensation, but it was useless. The vibrator was merciless, pushing me to the very edge, keeping me teetering there with no relief.

A slow, deliberate smirk curled his lips.

My face burned. I should have turned away. Should have stepped back, should have done something. But I didn't. Instead, I held his gaze. The way he was looking at me, like he wanted to drag me inside, throw me onto one of those freshly wiped tables, spread my legs and ruin me, made something tighten deep in my core.

I wanted him to. I wanted him to see me like this. I wanted him to know what Ryan was doing to me.

I bit my lip, shifting my weight slightly, making my tits bounce just a little in my too-tight top. His eyes widened, his grip on the rag tightening.

Then Ryan turned up the vibrator.

I gasped, my back arching slightly, my nails scraping against the glass. My thighs trembled violently, my body jolting with the sudden rush of pleasure.

For a split second, he looked like he was about to move, like he was about to come outside, grab me, do something.

But then Ryan honked the horn.

The sudden noise jolted me back into reality. My heart pounded as I stumbled back from the glass, breaking eye contact, forcing my legs to move.

I didn't look back. I couldn't. I made it to the truck, my hands shaking as I yanked the door open and slid inside.

Ryan was grinning. "Enjoy yourself?" he asked, his voice smooth, teasing.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my pulse still racing. "Fuck you," I whispered.

The vibrator pulsed again. I couldn't contain my moans. Everytime I moaned loudly, he let out a soft chuckle. I couldn't stand that smug smirk that plastered his face. I needed to get it away from him.

"I w-wanna...-" I stammered, between short quick breaths and gritted my teeth as I forced myself to keep talking, "I w-wanna-" but my train of thought disappeared as another sharp jolt hit me. "Oh!" I arched my back, feeling the heat spread from between my legs all the way up into my core. I gripped the car seats hard, trying to steady myself and get it under control.

"What was that?" He said innocently.

"Nnnnnng, fuck... please, ugh!" I whimpered.

He continued, "What was it that you wanted, Cow Tits?"

"Puh-leeease," I whined, "Ryan... I- I can't - ahh- wait anymore... I-I- need- your cock... ple-puh-ease just- ughh- FUCK ME!! PLEASE!" I begged and my eyes began to tear up. My cheeks were burning red and a lump formed in my throat, I was overwhelmed with emotions, lust and embarrassment. The vibrator began to slow down as Ryan's finger tapped on the button.

He looked at me and spoke firmly, "Not yet."

He had been teasing me for a day and a half. I was left panting as the buzzing continued inside me.

***

I walked through the door of Ryan's place, not even knowing if I was going to get laid. All I knew was that I couldn't take another second of this torment. I needed him.

Then I felt it. A sharp smack against my ass.

I squealed, the sting spreading through me, but it only made me giggle. I could already feel the heat blooming beneath my skin.

Ryan didn't say a word. He just walked past me and up the stairs, his posture relaxed, as if he wasn't in any hurry.

I followed close behind him, my heart hammering in my chest, my tits bouncing slightly with each step.

Once we entered his bedroom, he finally spoke, while removing his shirt, letting me witness his toned body. "Strip for me, Cow Tits."

His tone was casual, too casual. He sat at the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands, his sharp gaze locked onto me like he was sizing up a meal he was about to devour.

I swallowed, as I reached for the hem of my shirt. "Okay," I mumbled.

Slowly, I peeled the pink-and-black striped fabric up over my head, my heavy breasts spilling free as I unhooked my bra. The cool air sent a shiver through me as my nipples hardened.

Then, I turned away from him while I pushed my leggings and panties down, rocking my hips as I slid them lower, past the curve of my ass and down my thighs.

I stepped out of the pile of clothes at my feet and turned to face him.

His expression was unreadable, but the way his gaze roamed my body, lingering on my tits, my waist, the subtle tremble in my thighs, made something clench deep inside me.

Still, he didn't reach for me.

I straddled his lap, my bare skin pressing against the rough fabric of his sweatpants. The contrast sent a jolt of heat through me, my body craving the warmth of his skin, but he still hadn't moved to undress.

Instead, he leaned back, arms resting lazily at his sides, watching me like I was nothing more than a toy he was deciding whether or not to play with.

"Look at you," he spoke, amusement thick in his voice.

I bit my lip, shifting against him, feeling the hardness of his cock beneath his sweats.

"Ryan..." I whined softly.

I rolled my hips against him, desperate for friction, for anything, but his hands shot up, gripping my waist and holding me still.

"Did I tell you to do that?"

I swallowed, shaking my head. "No..."

He smirked. His fingertips skimmed along my hips, teasing, barely touching. The kind of touch that set me on fire.

"Then why are you acting like a needy little slut before I've even decided if you deserve to be fucked?"

A fresh wave of arousal surged through me at his words.

I clenched my thighs together, trying to dull the ache, but he noticed. Of course, he did.

I parted my legs, slowly, deliberately, letting the cool air brush against my soaked heat. His pupils widening just slightly at the sight of me.

But he still didn't touch me. He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear.

"Beg."

My cheeks burned, but I didn't hesitate.

I needed him.

"Please, Ryan..." My voice was barely a whisper, dripping with desperation.

He raised an eyebrow. "Not good enough."

I whimpered.

Desperate, I rocked forward so my bare, aching core pressed right against the bulge in his sweats. The friction sent sparks through me, making my clit throb, but it still wasn't enough.

"Please, Ryan... I need you so bad. I need your hands on me. I need your cock inside me. I--"

His hand shot up, wrapping around my throat. Not squeezing. Just holding.

His thumb brushed over my pulse, feeling how fast my heart was racing for him.

"You're so fucking desperate," he chuckled, his grip tightening just enough to make my breath hitch. "It's pathetic."

I moaned at his words, grinding into him.

"Ryan," I pleaded, my voice breaking.

"Please. I need it. I need you."

He exhaled slowly, his hands moved my hips as if he were deciding something.

My pulse pounded. My body burned with need. But still, he didn't move. He just watched me. Amused. Entertained by my desperation.

I whimpered, shifting against him, trying to coax him into giving me what I craved.

"Ryan... please," I whispered, voice shaking. "I need you."

For a moment, I thought I had won.

His grip on my hips tightened. His cock twitched beneath me.

But then, he leaned back again, that lazy smirk stretching across his face. "Oh, I know you need me," he said smoothly. "But the real question is... do you deserve me?"

My breath caught. "W-What?"

His hands slid up my waist, fingertips barely touching, ghosting over my skin in the cruelest tease.

"You've been acting like a needy little slut all day," he murmured. "But do you really think I'm just going to give you what you want?"

I swallowed hard, heat pooling low in my belly. My thighs twitched around him.

"Ryan, please..."

Before I could finish, his hand slid between my legs, fingers parting my soaked folds. A sharp gasp left me as my body jolted, but the touch was too light. Too fleeting.