Not the right one

My Bully fucks the wrong whore or the right one

This story isnt real and all characters are above 18

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Ana: Pedro’s wife and George's mother. She's 50 years old, white, she is short, only 1,59, and of average build, weight of 60kg. She has a D cup that really shines on her body. She is brunette, she works as a beautician.

George: weak white guy, 20 years old, bullied by James

James: Black bully, he is 24 years old, height of 1,92, weight of 90kg, muscular build

George was trembling as he unlocked his apartment door. The blackmail had started small, stolen homework, embarrassing photos shared among friends, but now it had escalated. James, the towering bully with muscles that strained against his clothes and a reputation that preceded him everywhere, wanted more than just humiliation. This time, he demanded payment in flesh. Specifically, George had been ordered to arrange a prostitute for James’s pleasure, using the apartment while both George’s parents were supposedly working late.
George felt powerless against the muscular beast who had made his life hell since high school.

“I’ll be back soon,” George whispered. His heart raced as he glanced toward his bedroom where James was waiting. The thought of what was coming made bile rise in George’s throat. He had promised James he would return with a prostitute, but deep down, he knew he couldn’t go through with it. Still, fear kept him compliant.

Ana, George’s mother, was a pleasant-looking woman in her fifties, with soft curves that defied her age and full breasts that still drew admiring glances despite her age. Her brunette hair was styled neatly each morning before she went to work as a beautician. She and George’s father had long since stopped having sex, their marriage reduced to a polite coexistence.

James had threatened to release compromising photos of him if he didn’t comply, and George couldn’t bear the shame. So instead, he walked briskly to the nearest subway station, his stomach churning with anxiety. The prostitute he’d arranged through a shady website had agreed to meet him at a nearby coffee shop, but as time approached, he received a text message: “Sorry, can’t make it. My kid is sick.” George’s fingers trembled as he typed a reply, asking if they could reschedule, but there was no response.
Defeated, he returned to the apartment, praying James hadn’t grown impatient and left. His mother’s car was parked near his home and panic seized him. As he entered, he heard water running from the parents bathroom. He tiptoed toward his bedroom, hoping James had fallen asleep.

The bedroom door was slightly open, revealing no James inside. George sees James stepping toward the parents bedroom. George shook his head, unable to speak as fear paralyzed him, listening as James pushed open the bathroom door. The sound of running water grew louder for a moment before abruptly stopping. Then came silence, broken only by the pounding of George’s own heart, he heard a muffled exclamation, then a thump. He rushed toward the commotion.
In the parents bedroom, James stood near the closed bathroom door. George could hear his mother moving around inside, humming softly to herself as she dried off after her shower.

Before George could react, James pushed open the bathroom door. Ana stood there, toweling off her hair, completely nude. Her body was soft and rounded, her breasts full and heavy with dark nipples that puckered in the cool air. She gasped when she saw him, her hands flying instinctively to cover herself.
“What… what are you doing?” She stammered. James didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a gentle click that sealed Ana’s fate. “Get out, you filthy animal!” Ana screamed initially.

George pressed his ear against the door, his heart hammering against his ribs. He could hear the distinct sounds of a struggle, a thud and then silence followed by a series of wet slapping noises and increasingly desperate gasps from his mother.

“Please… please stop…” Ana begged, her voice thick with emotion.
But James only laughed, a low rumble that vibrated through the door. “You like that big black cock in your white pussy, don’t you? Admit it.”
“No! I hate it! Stop!” The denials became weaker, more breathy, until they dissolved into incoherent whimpers and finally, desperate pleas for more. George’s stomach twisted as he imagined what was happening on the other side of that door, the way James would be looming over his mother, forcing himself inside her, violating her in ways she could never have anticipated.

Suddenly, the doorknob turned, George hid himself in the closet. James emerged, his powerful arms locked around Ana's naked form as he carried her impaled on his thick cock. She was draped over him like a ragdoll, her legs wrapped loosely around his waist, her full breasts pressed against his chest. His shaft was buried deep in her swollen pussy, stretching her wide with every step he took toward the bedroom.

Ana's head lolled against his shoulder, her dark hair disheveled and damp from the shower. Bruises marked her pale skin, fingerprints on her hips where he'd gripped her during the brutal fucking in the shower, red welts on her thighs from being pinned against the tiles.

George cowered in the closet, peeking through the slats with wide, terrified eyes. He couldn't move, couldn't intervene, as James's heavy footsteps shook the floor. A slick trail of their mixed fluids dripped from where they were joined, splattering onto the carpet with obscene plops.

With a grunt, James shifted Ana's weight, bouncing her slightly on his dick to keep her seated firmly. She let out a soft, broken moan, her body twitching involuntarily around him. 'Shh, that's it, take it all' he murmured into her ear, his voice a low rumble of satisfaction. He didn't bother closing the bathroom door behind them; the steam still wafted out, carrying the scent of soap and sex.

Reaching the king-sized bed, James didn't pull out. Instead, he lowered them both onto the mattress, keeping her straddled atop him. Ana's knees sank into the sheets on either side of his hips, her ass cheeks spreading as his cock remained lodged inside her, throbbing against her inner walls. She tried to push away weakly, her hands pressing against his broad shoulders, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back with one hand, arching her spine and thrusting up sharply to bury himself deeper.
Ana gasped, her tits jiggling with the impact, nipples stiff and aching from the cool air. 'Please... it hurts... get out of me,' she whimpered, but her pussy clenched around him traitorously, juices coating his balls as they slapped against her. James chuckled darkly, his free hand roaming up to squeeze one of her breasts, pinching the nipple until she yelped.

He rolled his hips in a slow grind, stirring his length inside her abused hole, making her body rock with the motion. 'Feels good, doesn't it? Your tight little cunt gripping me like that,' he taunted, releasing her wrists only to slap her ass hard, the crack echoing in the room. Ana cried out, tears slipping down her cheeks, but she couldn't escape, his cock pinned her in place, filling her completely. He sat up slightly, capturing her mouth in a rough kiss, tongue invading as he began to pump upward in earnest, fucking her from below with powerful bucks that made the bedframe creak.

George watched in horrified silence, his breath coming in shallow pants. The sight of his mother's body bouncing on James's massive dick, her pussy lips stretched taut around the veined shaft, her face contorted in a mix of pain and forced ecstasy, it twisted something deep inside him. Shamefully, his own cock hardened in his pants, straining against the fabric as he fought the urge to touch himself.

James broke the kiss, biting at Ana's lower lip before flipping their positions without withdrawing. Now she was on her back beneath him, legs splayed wide, his weight pressing her into the mattress as he drove into her with long, punishing strokes. He hooked one of her legs over his arm, angling to hit deeper, his balls smacking her ass rhythmically.

'Fuck, you're soaking me,' James growled, sweat beading on his muscled back. He reached between them, thumb circling her clit roughly, forcing her hips to buck up to meet him. Ana's protests dissolved into ragged moans. With a final, brutal thrust, James buried himself to the hilt and came, flooding her pussy with thick ropes of cum that overflowed and trickled out around his cock.

Ana shuddered through her own orgasm, a sob escaping as her body betrayed her completely. James stayed inside her, grinding lazily to milk every drop, before finally pulling out with a wet sludge. His semen gushed from her gaping pussy, pooling on the sheets. She curled into a ball, trembling and spent, unaware of the eyes watching from the shadows.
James stood, his softening cock slick and shiny, wiping it on the edge of the bed. He glanced toward the closet with a knowing smirk but said nothing, letting the secret hang in the air as he dressed slowly, leaving Ana to weep softly in the aftermath.

James lingered for a moment, his eyes raking over Ana's curled form on the bed. She lay there, knees drawn to her chest, her body still quivering from the forced release. Thick strands of his cum oozed from her reddened pussy, sliding down her inner thighs and soaking into the rumpled sheets. Her ass cheeks bore fresh handprints, glowing pink against her pale skin, and her tits heaved with each shaky breath, nipples pebbled from the chill and the lingering ache.

He smirked, pulling his phone from the pocket of his discarded jeans. The device clicked softly as he snapped several shots, close-ups of her cum-filled slit, the way her lips gaped slightly from the rough pounding, wider angles capturing the bruises blooming on her hips and neck, the tear-streaked face turned away in exhaustion, even one of her ass, spread just enough to show the faint stretch from earlier threats of anal. The flash didn't go off, but the room's dim light was enough to make every degrading detail sharp and incriminating.

Ana stirred faintly, murmuring incoherently, but didn't lift her head. She was too spent, too broken in that moment to notice. James pocketed the phone with a satisfied grunt, zipping up his pants. He adjusted his shirt, covering the tattoos that snaked across his broad chest, and cast one last predatory glance toward the closet. George's silhouette was frozen there, but James kept the secret, letting the boy's terror fester.
Without a word, he strode to the bedroom door, his heavy boots thudding against the floor.

The apartment fell silent as he let himself out, the front door clicking shut behind him. In the quiet that followed, Ana finally uncurled, pulling a sheet over her naked body as sobs wracked her frame. She wiped at the mess between her legs, wincing at the soreness, oblivious to the eyes that had witnessed it all or the digital chains now binding her to James's whims.
George remained hidden, his pulse thundering in his ears, the fresh weight of those photos twisting the knife deeper. James had escalated, now it wasn't just him in the crosshairs. The bully's reach extended to her, ensuring compliance for whatever depraved demand came next.