Mom Bully Porn Caption Novels & Stories

Fuck… The bully looked at me from head to toe before smirking. "Huh, a newbie? Well, I didn't expect it to be you…" he said, approaching me. I stood silent and terrified, realizing his clothes were really branded. Double fuck! The bully cornered me against a table, before low-key chuckling. I hitched when he poked my breast and brought his mouth close to my ear, saying, "But you know, although you're ugly… You have big breasts. Why don't you let me suck and then I'll let you go…"

Me riding Damien reverse cowgirl, belly bouncing, tits leaking a little milk already. Double penetration with my legs pulled back so the camera caught my stretched holes and swollen belly. Them pissing on me and Mom while we kissed, golden streams running over my pregnant tits. “Smile for the camera, slut,” Marcus laughed, filming close-up as he fucked my ass. “Show everyone how happy you are carrying Daddy’s baby.” I moaned right at the lens: “I love being my father’s pregnant cumdump… fuck me harder… document what a nasty family whore I am…”

The caption reads: "Creepy Omega stalker caught spying on hockey gods! #StalklerAlert #OmegaProblems #Pathetic" The footage is grainy but clear enough. There I am, pressed against the wall like a lovesick fool, watching Timothy and Madison through that crack in the door. The camera captures my devastated expression when they notice me, my clumsy flight, even the textbook I dropped in my panic. The comments are already pouring in: "OMG so embarrassing!" "Someone needs to teach Omegas their place." "Timothy should get a restraining order." "Second-hand cringe! Poor girl has no clue."

"Christ, if I'd known you were gonna read us a fucking rule book I'd have put my fucking iPod on." "What happened to me being your match-making mother-fucking hero?" Mark asked. "Just imagine this picture, right, of the worlds funkiest, sexiest wallpaper, right, and then put ten supermodels in it, butt-naked, holding up Megan Fox with her fucking legs wide open, ramming a monster fucking dildo up her ass and telling you 'This is so I'm ready for your cock', right?" Ant licked his lips and nodded. "Can you imagine that Mark? Can you?"

We moved straight to the living room where the big couch waited. They stripped fast. Three hard cocks stood ready for me. I dropped to my knees and sucked them one by one. Marcus thick cock filled my mouth deep. Jamal fat one stretched my lips wide. Tyler curved cock hit the back of my throat. I moaned loud and sloppy spit dripping down my chin onto my breasts. “You are such a naughty girl” Marcus said again. They loved calling me that and it made me wetter.

Just raw, violent thrusts that made her breasts bounce and the headboard slam against the wall. Later that evening he posted the video—cropped just enough to show the tattoo clearly but keep her face partially obscured. The caption was simple: *Property.* His friends in the group chat reacted with fire emojis and laughing faces. Some of them knew it was wrong but none of them said a word.

As I opened the photo, I realized there were more words on the caption. “I don’t care if your Mother is Nicole Parker, who is known as the Queen of Bullies back in the day. I will have my man away from your claws and paws. Just watch and see!” I frowned. I could not believe what I was reading. So, I leaned back to check the words clearly from a good distance, afraid my eyes were playing with me. I looked at the text sideways. I tried blinking my eyes after giving them a good rub. But the results did not change!

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I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t

And that video has Mikhail’s face on it. I play it, and a circus song starts to blast in my ear. There’s no one speaking, but there are captions in the series of pictures. First Mikhail being described as the CEO, the quiet type of boyfriend who has denied all sorts of connections to models and refused to date. Then my picture comes next, being described as the struggling business-owner. The last picture is of me and Brody at the store. And it’s made to look like we’re looking lovingly at each other, captured in all smiles.