My Bully

8

Keisha Jackson 

the next morning, @6:12 a.m.

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I’m currently in my limo, getting dropped to school when I see Dior walking. I made sure I wore something cute to make her jealous. I’m wearing some booty shorts, red spaghetti strap crop, and red vans. I looked cute as f**k and no one can tell me nothing about it.

The limo pulled in front of the school just as Dior entered the building. I got out with my MCM purse. I ran towards the entrance. 

“Uh excuse me you loser.” I said pushing pass her. She fell on the floor with a loud thud.

“Girl what’s wrong with you?” She mumbled lowly as she dusted herself off.

“Did you just talk back? I’m telling my dad.” I told her with mischievous smirk. She walked away ignoring me. She was wearing grey tights, orange graphic tee shirt, and some checkered board vans.

“Where you going?” I yelled as I caught up to her.

She ignored me going to the same spot she usually go to every morning.

“You can’t hear?” I asked lowly as a security guard passed by us.

“You gone leave me alone or we gone f**k?” She mumbled as she scrolled through t****k.

“Why you treating me like this? I’m not worthy of a conversation? I’m just here to bust your nut huh?” I asked as I slapped her.

“Get the f**k away from me bro.” She mumbled making me frown.

“Ok I’ll stop.” I told her making her turn her phone off. I sat by her as I placed her hand on my thigh. She tried to snatch her hand back but I wouldn’t let her.

“Make me feel good.” I purred as she tried snatching her hand back again.

“You just slapped me and threatened me, no bro.” She muttered angrily.

“I’m sorry, just please make me feel good.” I begged.

She smacked her teeth and mug me, “We doing this here or in the bathroom?”

“Let’s get started here.” I said finally letting go of her hand. I looked for any cameras, and thankfully there were none.

She pulled my crop top down and began sucking my left n****e. Her hand made her way into my shorts where she began to rub my c**t in a circular motion. It was so hard to keep my moans in. She switched to my right n****e, as her fingers thrusted in me. I heard keys jingle making push Dior off me. Dior hand slipped out my pants making me frown. I pulled down my crop just in time as the Janitor came in the stairwell.

“I heard some noises here, y’all good?” A janitor asked as he peeked over at me and Dior.

“Everything is fine sir.” Dior replied politely. He gave her a smile before walked away.

“Come on let’s go to your bathroom.” Dior whispered as she stood up. Her ass jiggled in them tights making me smirk.

I rose and grabbed our bags before walking to my bathroom. Once we entered I closed the door, and placed our bags on the chair I had in here.

I sat on the sink counter and Dior got between my legs. She pushed my booty shorts to the side and began sucking my c**t. My hand went combed through her big Afro. She rose up and took off my shorts before she went back to eating my p***y. Her mouth cupped my p***y as she flicked her tongue against my c**t. My c**t went stiff as I came in her mouth. I came long and hard. Dior pulled back as she laid sweet kisses on my thighs.

She’s a beast went it comes to s*x, this is why I can’t let her leave me.

Dior slipped off her tights and panties, before she bended over the sink counter. I hoped off the counter and got behind her. I toyed with her c**t til it got stiff.

Dior turned around and sat on the counter. I leaned in and fingered her til she made a mess on the counter.

“You coming over today?” I asked.

“Nah, I’m meeting up someone.” She answered pissing me off.

“No, especially if it’s Ciara.” I demanded.

“You’re not my girl, I do as I please.” She said pushing me away from her.

“You’re jealous of me.” I said watching her clean her self up.

“We’ll finish this tomorrow.” She said disregarding what I told her.

She left me making me cry.

She treats me like a hoe.