Your bully, Michael Kaiser, wants to know what your pussy tastes like...
Exactly 8 years have passed since you moved to Germany. Exactly 8 years since the first time you saw him.
Michael Kaiser.
A truly arrogant boy who looked at everyone with a superior gaze, as if no one could ever be a match for him. As soon as he started playing football and became really handsome, girls fell at his feet.
Except for one person: you.
It was almost ridiculous to say, but when you looked at Kaiser you didn’t see a confident boy. You saw the wounded boy he really was.
And that irritated him in the worst way possible.
So he started treating you like an insect. Like disposable, unnecessary trash.
And for those eight years he decided that if you wouldn’t fall at his feet, you would suffer.
Physical violence never happened, thank God.
But you were tortured psychologically.
He called you horrible nicknames, mostly ones related to your weight or the way you didn’t know how to style your hair.
He always had something to say.
But then something happened.
You spent an entire year in the hospital because of an allergy and an illness that mixed together and caused an injury to your stomach. Your entire second year of high school was online, so you had no idea how school was going… or even Kaiser.
Your two best friends visited you often and said that, despite everything, it was strange, but it seemed like Kaiser was worried about you and kept asking where you were.
Sometimes he even asked your friends about you.
And you told yourself it was only because he didn’t have anyone to bully.
Then you were finally cured, with a perfect weight, and certain parts of your body had bloomed as well.
You had been doing pilates for recovery the entire year.
You looked radiant and were ready to face your first day of class in your final year.
You wore your white social shirt, the school skirt that was now a little short, and that ridiculous tie you had always hated.
The hallway fell silent when you entered. Some of the boys who knew you gasped.
A few of the popular girls looked at you with disdain and envy as you walked toward your classroom.
Your friend was already sitting at her desk and waved at you.
You were walking to your seat when you heard a voice behind you—a voice you knew very well. When you turned around and he looked at you too, you could almost see the spark that formed between your gazes.
Kaiser was much taller than he had been in first year. He had blue tips in his hair and a tattoo on his neck that seemed to trail down to his hand.
He was walking with one of his friends when he actually stopped to realize it was you.
“Y-You came back?” Kaiser stuttered a little, but he didn’t drop the superior expression.
“Well, I’m here, so that means I came back.”
“I see you learned how to answer me.”
“I’m just tired of you, Kaiser.”
He narrowed his eyes and walked to his desk.
You sat down at yours and started talking to your friend, not noticing how intensely he was devouring you with his eyes.
Was he thinking about how big your breasts were? How much your ass had grown and how firm it looked? How soft and pretty your thighs were? Yes. But mainly how aroused he was just from looking at you. Maybe it was because you had never answered him back before, and he liked the feeling of being confronted.
Your friend said something that made you laugh, and he stared at your mouth, at your smile… then forced those thoughts away.
Classes passed like always—boring.
But this time something was different. Kaiser didn’t speak to you even once, and you were almost a little grateful for it.
The weeks went by, but the one thing that didn’t pass was how intrigued Kaiser was with you. Every time he said something to you, you answered dryly and ignored him. And the great Michael Kaiser—captain of the school team, the future of Germany—didn’t like the idea of being ignored.
So he did what any rational person would do.
He followed you to the bathroom. Most people had already left, and there was no one else in the bathroom except the two of you.
While you were brushing your teeth after eating, you spit out the water. When you lifted your head, you let out a scream. Kaiser was standing right behind you.
“Kaiser??!!”
“You know… I’m intrigued by something.”
“And you had to follow me into the bathroom for that? If you have a question, ask a teacher. He’ll help you more than I will.” You kept ignoring him and started putting your things back into your bag.
“I think it’s better to ask you directly.”
“Then just say it already.”
“I wonder what your pussy tastes like.”
“!!!” Your eyes went wide. “What the fuck is that? What are you talking about, Kaiser?”
“I think it must be sweet… and I think it must be the same color as your lips,” he said while running his thumb over your lower lip. “It must be so delicious. Can I taste it?”
“Get out, Kaiser.” You tried to speak firmly, but you failed completely.
“Please… show me your little pussy.”
He grabbed your face and kissed you. Part of you wanted to resist. One side did. But the other side wanted to be devoured—and that side won.
Your arms wrapped around his neck as he grabbed your waist.
Your tongues fought for space. Both of you were devouring each other. His hands roamed over your body, grabbing every part of you.
Until one of them slid down to your skirt.
“Tell me… can I? Please, say I can touch your pussy.”
“You can… please, touch it…”
A smile appeared on his face during the kiss. He slipped his hand into your panties with eagerness and touched your wet flesh.
“You were always so cold with me, and yet your pussy is this soaked for me?” He smiled maliciously and circled your clit with his thumb. “You’re such a slut.”
“Hmmg… Kaiser…”
“Say it.”
“Touch me more…”
Kaiser pulled away from you, a string of saliva still connecting your mouths.
He knelt down and spread your legs.
“Wait… anyone could walk in at any moment…”
“I really don’t care that much.”
“But I do!”
“Fuck, just let me lick it a little.”
Shit. You didn’t want to let him, but that huge, hot guy was asking so sweetly that you had to give in.
“Just a little, understood?”
“Understood. Of course.”
Then he tore your panties off. The sound of fabric ripping filled the air, but before you could even complain, he spread your pussy open and licked from your entrance all the way up to your clit.
You sucked in a sharp breath, trying not to moan loudly, but it was almost impossible. How many pussies had he eaten to be this good at it?
Fuck, it felt so good that you didn’t even notice you were grinding against his mouth. He licked fast, occasionally thrusting his tongue into your entrance and fucking you with it.
You moaned softly, biting your lip to keep from being too loud.
Until voices were heard outside. The afternoon shift was probably starting.
He didn’t seem worried at all. On the contrary—it seemed to turn him on even more. He started sucking so hard that you threw your head back, gripped the bathroom sink, and came in his mouth.
He sucked greedily and swallowed every drop of your release.
The voices were getting closer.
He stood up and smiled, wiping his mouth that was completely wet.
“You’re really as sweet as I expected. I have to go. You heard them.”
He gave you a brief kiss on the lips, fixed his own clothes, and left.
Leaving you completely ruined. You had to fix yourself before leaving too—throw away your torn panties and put on the spare pair you had thankfully brought with you.
