Bad

Story Script:

NARRATOR: The dim light of the school’s storage room barely illuminated her as she leaned back against a dusty desk, legs spread wide in sheer tan pantyhose. Her defiance burned in her eyes, but her body betrayed her.

ACTOR1: God, you’re pathetic. Just hurry up and fuck me so I can leave.

ACTOR2: Such a filthy mouth for such a bad little girl. You think you can talk to me like that?

NARRATOR: His fingers traced the damp fabric between her thighs, smirking as she shuddered.

ACTOR1: F-fuck you… Just—just get it over with, you sick old man.

ACTOR2: No, sweetheart. You need to learn your lesson first.

NARRATOR: He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pantyhose, peeling them down just enough to expose her dripping pussy.

ACTOR1: Shit—you’re really gonna—?

ACTOR2: Damn right. You’ll take every inch, and you’ll thank me for it.

NARRATOR: He shoved her legs wider, his cock already rock-hard as he lined it up with her wet entrance.

ACTOR1: Fuck—nngh! So big—!

ACTOR2: That’s right, scream. Show me how much you hate it.

NARRATOR: He buried himself deep, her thighs trembling in sheer nylon as he pounded into her unforgivingly.

ACTOR1: Ah—! God, I—hate you—!

ACTOR2: Then why’s your tight little cunt squeezing me so hard?

NARRATOR: She whimpered, nails digging into the desk as his thrusts grew rougher, her pantyhose tearing under his grip.

ACTOR2: Now take your punishment like a good girl.

NARRATOR: With a final brutal thrust, he came inside her, filling her up as she gasped out in reluctant pleasure.