Using the Bully's Hot Girlfriend
Tony Carter - Day 3
I whistled as I headed out the door to walk to school. I was eager to see my friends. I would give them some pussy. Of course, I would. Andy and Henry were my mates. Yes, Andy had a girlfriend, but I don't think he'd closed the deal on Sheila.
Maybe I'd use her before giving her fully to Andy. Still, my friends would be hooked up.
Then there was Darin Majors. The cock-sucking prick who liked to bully nerds like me. I pushed up my glasses just thinking about how hot his girlfriend was. Angela Mayers. Cheerleader. Redhead. Bouncing tits. Bubbly ass. Killer legs.
I would have fun using her. I was so hard as I headed down the street. I glanced at the Schimidts' house. If Mrs. Schmidt was out, I just might have to fuck her asshole again, but she wasn't. Which was good. I had to get to my college.
I didn't want to be late.
* * *
Abigail Carter
I was alone in the house, naked. That felt so weird. Nothing said I had to be naked now that Tony was gone. I tucked his special shopping list in my purse.
Collar. Leash. Butt plug tail. Wooden paddle.
Such naughty items.
I would be so embarrassed to buy those normally, but this was how my son wanted to use me today. I had to go to a sex shop. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I wasn't quite ready to go. I had until he got home from school, so...
I could do some cleaning.
A clean house was an orderly house. Nothing was wrong with a house and the people who lived in it if it was clean. There was nothing wrong with my marriage so long as I kept the house clean. I believed in that. Otherwise...
No, no, I kept my house clean.
I first took a shower and dressed in some comfortable jeans and a T-shirt. The sort of casual clothes for running errands. Then I set about cleaning up after breakfast. Dishes had to be washed and put in the dishwasher, counters wiped down, the table scrubbed clean, floor swept, and mopped. Then there were bathrooms to clean. Floors to vacuum. Shelves to dust.
I set about it.
I attacked the house with determination to put everything to right. I ignored my children's rooms. They had to do that themselves. I did all my work. It was nearing noon when I was done. I had no more to clean, so...
I had to be used by my son.
I had never gone into a sex shop, so my stomach roiled on the drive over there. I reached Lover's Package by the South Hill Mall. I shouldn't be embarrassed. Tony was using me. It would be easier if he were here, though.
Hopefully, people would believe me.
I stepped into the shop where a young woman with a nose piercing and her hair dyed blue looked up at me. She had a shirt that fit tight to her boobs which read, "Lesbians Have the Best Toys." My cheeks burned hot.
"Uh, hi," I said. "My son is using me. I have to buy these items." I held out the shopping list to her.
"Oh,
he
is using you?" She smiled. "Well, aren't you lucky to be
his
mother? I would love to be used by him."
"Well, in a way, by helping me, you are being used by him."
Her eyes lit up. "Oh, you're so right. Okay, we have a large variety of collars, leashes, and paddles. Come over here to our BDSM section."
BDSM? Oh, my. I was in for a shock at just how many different types there were. I had no idea what to pick, so... I decided to buy several options of all of them so my son would have choices and pick the right one.
I didn't want to mess this up.
* * *
Darin Majors
I hated going to classes. Another Monday. Another day of boring classes. I wouldn't even bother, but I had to keep my grades up to keep playing on the team. Football was all that mattered. I had a scholarship to play, and since I wasn't going pro, these were my last years to enjoy playing the game.
Still, there was one bright spot. Picking on dweebs, nerds, and turds. I had to be careful, of course. Couldn't get caught, but hassling them was fun. I spotted one of my favorites to annoy. Tony. It just felt good to knock him down a peg. He was so so much with those glasses.
He stared at me and smiled.
My hands balled into fists. He looked so smug. So confident. Where was the cringing? Where was the flinching? He should be trying to dart down a side hallway our look for a teacher to rescue him. Didn't he know that he was at the bottom of the pecking order?
He had to learn his place. It would feel so good to remind him that I was the top dog at this school. I could bench press 350. What could that little fucker bench press? 30? Such a scrawny fucker. I marched up to him. He had to crane his neck to look up at me. I was 6'5''. Only one other guy was taller than me, and he was a Black dude that played basketball.
"What are you looking at?" I growled, leaning down. I reached for the front of his shirt.
"I want you to call your girlfriend and get her over here," he said without a hint of fear. "I want to use her."
"Of course, you can use her," I said, wanting to put him in his place, but he was also Tony. He could use anyone. That was just what the dweeb could do. "You're not going to..."
"Oh, I am going to make her my whore." He grinned even more broadly as I pulled out my phone from my back pocket. "I'm going to return her to you dripping in cum. She'll have my jizz in all her holes."
"Fuck," I muttered. I didn't like that one bit, but... He could use anyone how he pleased. Hell, he was using me right now to call my girlfriend. Normally, I would text her, but that wasn't what he said.
The phone rang three times. "You're calling?" Angela, my girlfriend, asked. She was the hottest girl in school. Which was why she dated me. A redheaded cheerleader with legs that went for miles and perky tits and a tight cunt. "You didn't butt dial me?"
"No, no, I'm over by the main entrance," I said, Tony's smile only boiling my blood more. "Tony wants to use you."
"He does!" squealed my girlfriend. God, she was excited to be used. "I hope he fucks me so hard! Yes! The others on the cheer squad are going to eat their hearts with jealousy. Be right there!"
The phone went down.
"Wow, she is excited," said Tony. "I mean, she's going to get a real cock to fuck her."