Tough Love (Marblemoon x Aalyiarah) --NSFW-- (duh!)

Riley had pulled up another game, this one was on an adult website, she was currently trying to rape a sleeping victim which required skill, timing and a little bit of luck. "Gah," the game over screen flashed and the text about the police being called. "Another loss," Riley had been playing this game for over two months but she couldn't seem to get past the final level. About to restart the level, Riley's phone buzzed, and a smile tugged at the sides of her lips only to falter as she didn't get the picture that she had been wanting. "That little scamp," even though she had to admit he had really nice legs, the small peek of his bottom is where her eyes landed.

Letting her imagination take over and allowing herself to dive deep into the gutter. Riley opened the video recording she had downloaded onto her Mac and turned off the sound pausing it to look at Taylor's covered backside, "damn it," her boxers started to tent as her thickness twitched. Wanting to resist and not rush into masturbating Riley picked up her phone. Sending a response text, "I never said I needed a full body, I said I wanted one!" A few minutes later Taylor would receive another text this one was just a picture and when he opened it he'd see a shaven vagina with words written on the picture, "tell me what you'd do with this?" Riley had downloaded the picture from an amateur porn site.
 
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Taylor nearly dropped his phone once the picture loaded. 'What?! Is- Is that her..?' He bit his cheek, admittedly looking at it and picturing it on what he imagined Riley looked like naked. If she'd just pin him down already and make him lick it... And to slip his cock inside... He shivered blissfully at the thought.
He didn't now how to reply, but he also didn't want to lose momentum.

"Wow. You really are perverted. Why do you want to know? I'd do what any guy would do."

Followed immediately by

"...Are you imagining me, you know, in that way?"

A few dozen seconds passed before he grew the courage to match Riley's crudeness.

"Fucking you?"
 
Riley had always been crude it was in her bloodline and she never thought anything of it. Her father had been a frat boy back in the day and sometimes she thought that he had never grown out of it. Her mother had been raised in a houseful of boys so there wasn't much girliness to her either. By the time she received his text, Riley was sitting cross-legged on her bed, looking at the frozen image, somewhat lost in a fantasy.

She had just walked into a public gender-neutral bathroom, it was grungy with graffiti covering most of the walls, a crack in one of the mirrors and the smell of sex heavy in the air. A stall door opened, a guy would walk out saying, "I don't know who that boy is but his tight ass is a fun ride." Riley's cock was swollen, painfully erected, as she entered. Eyes landing on Taylor as he set there tied in place, gaged, and his knees on the closed toilet lid. "I always knew you were a cock whore," she'd slap his ass firmly watching him tighten up before spitting onto her hand. "Don't worry, I will make you scream," using her saliva as a bit of lubrication she'd position herself and ... her phone buzzed drawing her out of the erotic moment.

Reading over her mind toyed with itself, "is this his way of saying he'd want to have sex with me?" Obviously, this wasn't doable as she didn't have the correct parts, but it still aided in her hormonal desires. Instead of answering him she'd merely text back, "I showed you mine. Send me a picture of yours." Yes, she was lying but he didn't know that - not yet.
 
Taylor gulped nervously after reading the text, looking then to the mirror. He couldn't- that was going too far. Though... she had already seen it, right? Biting the inside of his cheek, he slowly slid out of his underwear. "What am I doing..?" He asked himself out loud before looking down at his erection. 'I shouldn't...'

"What? I didn't ask for it. You're being unreasonable."

Looking at the text he sent, Taylor sighed.
Not yet a full minute later, Riley would receive a picture of Taylor's reflection in the mirror. The boy's blushing face was covered by the phone, but his cock was clearly visible. Standing at about three inches long, it was baby-smooth and turned pink at the tip.

After it was sent, Taylor sat on the edge of the tub and buried his face in his hands. "I'm such an idiot."
 
Riley was a bully although she wasn't the type to simply post a picture or video without cause. Having blackmail material tended to have its advantages. By the time she managed to look at her phone both of Taylor's messages arrived. Reading the first one caused her nose curled in annoyance but the image instantly soothed the raging bull. Downloading and saving the snapshot she would crop the image and zoom in on Taylor's cute three inches then save it as his caller ID image. Something about Taylor's inadequate package made Riley feel powerful. Looking down at her erected meatstick already glistening as a single drop of precum fell for her slit Riley's body needed to feel sweet release.

His answer to the image she sent him previously wasn't exactly what she wanted to hear. It also made her wonder what he would say in response to a dick picture. "This is risky Riley," trying to stop herself but her mind and body weren't in sync before she realized it she was heading to the bathroom her dick firmly erect as the idea came to life. It would take her a few minutes to build up the confidence after all this wasn't a fake picture and she sort of wanted to see how her dick measured up to others in looks, girth, and size.

Carefully she'd flex her muscles making her pleasure stick bounce help it stand to its full size, "I really should measure myself, I wonder how big it really is..." Taking a few pictures, Riley doubled and tripled checked each one to make sure nothing that could pinpoint back to her could be seen. Sending him a series of texts one by one, Riley set down on the side of the tub almost worried about what he may say and how she may or may not take the reply.
 
As the pictures came in, Taylor was puzzled. He was expecting some sort of direct response. But there were no words. Only these pictures of a random dick. It would be a lie to say he didn't stare at it though. It was a magnificent cock; so big and powerful. He bit his lip, wondering it's full size and who it belonged to. One of the pictures gave a good view of the mystery stud's balls, which were hefty and full of cum. So lickable.

But... what exactly was this? Did Riley have a boyfriend? Was she saying that Taylor would have to be that big for a chance with her? The longer he stared at it, the stronger the urge to touch himself to it. It was so much bigger... A real cock. It had to be three times his size. And so thicc...

Five minutes after they were sent Taylor finally sent a reply. It was a little defensive, but... he had no other way to respond. Besides, what if she sends these texts to other people? Though he already sent a compromising picture... 'I'm such an idiot.'

"???"
"Why? I'm NOT gay, I swear!"
 
Those five minutes that it took for Taylor to respond to her was enough time for Riley to give in to her desires. Putting her phone in do not disturb mode she'd pull up the video accessing it threw her icloud account and stripped. Stepping into the shower Riley hit the play button with the sound on almost echoing in the bathroom. Grabbing her full nine inches Riley felt herself throbbing within her own grasp and instincts took over. Closing her eyes listening to the belt hit against Taylor's ass, and the stammering in his voice as she answered her questions Riley knew she wasn't going to last too long.

Stroking her massive cock as the video ended Riley thought about Taylor keeling before her begging to taste her bitter cream. One hand sliding up and down her rock solid shaft, the other started another recording. Peering down through the digital screen as her toes curled Riley's hand knew exactly what her body needed to explode. A few more pumps and the powerful feeling of her climax sent sensations to every nerve ending in her body. Busting hard - thick long strands of creamy white cum sprayed from her tip each time her hand reached the base of her cock another bolt of cream busted from her small slit. Cum splattering the camera lens of her phone, onto the shower curtain and pooling around her feet. She needed that.

Panting, Riley caught it all on video. This one would need more editing. Knees weak, she'd take a moment sitting her phone down on the back of the toilet. Turning on the shower to clean up herself and the mess she had just made.

By the time she got back with Taylor, it had been nearly an hour later, she was calm and rather tired. The amount of cum that her body released was more than she had ever and it had drained her. Deciding to call it a night she'd send him a quick response saying, "liking cock doesn't mean you are gay. G'nite. Don't rub that little nub of yours raw." Sending it off she'd turn off her bedroom light, turn on some rock music and crawl into bed.
 
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By the time Riley got back to him, Taylor had already rubbed one out in the bathroom to the random dick pics she sent and was already in bed, sleeping, by the time his phone notified him of the response. It didn't manage to wake him from his dream about Riley though.

It wasn't a dream that followed the trend of the others. This one was different. She was just laying in his bed next to him; their bodies pressed together. Nothing much really happened aside from the two just looking into each other's eyes. They were just in the moment, each having the other in their arms. It was lovely... -And feeling that Taylor had never felt before. Sadly, the dream was short-lived, and as it left, Taylor felt cold.

When he awoke up around eight, he was filled with a feeling of desperate loneliness, almost wanting to cry. He reached for his phone to open their messages and read her latest reply. The words weren't the important part, he was just glad she sent something. But she wasn't here. Not like she was in his dream. With that thought, his eyes watered.

"Damn it!!" He threw his phone, having it clash with the wall on the other side of his room. 'Why is this girl messing with my head so much?!' He thought. It made no sense! Riley was just bullying him- yet she was also turning him into an emotional rollercoaster. 'Why am I so infatuated with a girl who torments me so? Why do I like it? It's sick. It's unhealthy to obsess like this!'

His own apperant lack of sense was driving him mad, so he sat up and remained there in silence for a while; staring at his phone. Eventually, after calming down, he walked over to it and picked it up. Thankfully, there was no damage. Within the minute, Riley would receive a message.

"Hey... What are you doing today?"
 
Riley had been awake for about an hour when she received the morning text from Taylor but she wouldn't be able to even thinking about responding until her match was done on League of Legends. The match had just started and she was in complete gamer mode so even when her phone chimed out and buzzed on her bed next to her she didn't even look over. The game wasn't the full reason she wasn't paying that device any attention but her morning had been very unpleasant. She woke up to her parents fighting, something that wasn't uncommon but it still bothered her. Neither of them was heavy-handed and from the many nights of them bickering lately, she pinpointed that it was due to their lack of time together. However, they would both head out to their own commitments outside of the house and she was left alone. Unable to fall back asleep she had decided to scarf down a bowl of cereal then lost herself in her gaming - which is why she was currently playing League.

As the game finished up, Riley picked up her phone and sent him a reply, she wasn't in a bad mood but socializing seemed taxing. "Sup. Nothing. Home alone and bored AF. You?" As the message took off through cyber-space Riley closed her laptop and decided that it was time to get dressed. Heading over to her walk-in closet she'd start to look around wondering what she felt like wearing. As she looked at her clothes, Riley moved a pair of black jeans and a small pink skirt would fall down hitting the floor, "what the...?" Squatting down to pick up the tiny material she'd laugh, "wow, I haven't worn pink in years."

Slipping into a little bit of a flashback that was triggered by the skirt, Riley shook the thoughts tossing the skirt aside, "I can't believe is used to wear that...I felt like a fool...but..." Instantly her mind installed a picture into her head about Taylor wearing the skirt with a cute blouse and a pair of sexy spiked heels, "stop it!" Yelling at herself she'd take a couple of breaths going back on her search settling on her favorite pair of dated Tripp pants with real handcuffs and chains, a long sleeve black shirt with thumb holes cut out, and her high top converses.
 
Taylor was returned to his bed, watching random YouTube videos on his phone, when he got her reply. Switching over to read it, he then considered a few different replies: "What games do you play?" "I think I might like you but I don't know why and it's driving me crazy." "What's your favorite color?" "How about this weather?" "For some reason I like it when you call my dick small." "Go local sports team!!"

-Needless to say, all of these options were passed by rather quickly.
Instead, he went with something a bit more open.

"Hey, I was wondering if you'd be willing to show me around town today. I'm new here as you know and I don't really talk to anybody else, so... please? I can pay you, if you want."
 
Running a brush through her brown locks Riley added a little eyeliner to accent her eyes but she never wore a lot of makeup, if any. Not sure what she was going to do that day Taylor's text sounded like a great idea. If she had declined then her day would be spent stilling on her ass playing video games, watching Netflix or Hulu and maybe touching herself more. "I cannot forget to edit that video tonight," thinking out loud, she'd set a reminder on her iPhone. Checking to make sure that her airpods were charged, Riley typed her plaything a quick response, "Sounds good." However, she'd end up rewriting it several times choosing the words she wanted to use. "You owe me. I'll be there in 15," adding a smiling face with its tongue sticking out she'd grab her coat before heading out.

It was cold outside but nothing that really required gloves. Locking the house and then the main gate, Riley listened to her music as she headed down the walkway. As she reached the house Riley realized that Taylor's family must be well off their house was very elaborate. Until today she never really paid attention to the small details. Entering the yard and running up the walking path Riley knocked on the front door.
 
'15 minutes?!' Panicking a bit, Taylor ran into the bathroom, stripped, and hopped into the shower to lather up with soap and shampoo. Five minutes later, all clean and fresh, he hopped out and started brushing his teeth and combing at the same time. It was certainly a rush, but by the time he heard Riley's knock on the door, he had just barely managed to dress himself.

As he ran to the door, he caught a look from his mother who was doing yoga in the living room. He waved at her, for it was the first time in a week he got to see her, but he couldn't find any words. Confused, and from the 'sleeping yogi' position, she returned the gesture. 'Does... Does Taylor have a friend..?' Standing up and walking to the window, she saw Riley standing out there. 'A girlfriend??' She smiled. 'I never thought I'd see the day...'

Taylor, clad in a simple but thick blue hoodie and black slim pants, opened the door while slipping into his converse. "H-Hi!" He said, greeting Riley. "Where do you think we shou-" His voice cuts off as his mother's hand extends from just behind him towards Riley. "Hello~! I'm Taylor's mom! You can call me Kate!" She said in the sweetest voice. Truly, she never thought she'd be greeting a friend of her son.
Kate was a tall and fit woman in her mid thirties, and only concealed behind the confines of her tight black tank top and matching yoga shorts. In the face, she looked a lot like Taylor, especially with the two standing so closely together.
 
Eyes meeting with the muse of her creative mojo and sexual fantasies, Riley's emotionless expression formed into a sweet smile on her slightly thicker lips. Reaching up under her hair, she'd start taking out her earbuds when a hand shot her way. Rising a brow, Riley finished taking the earbuds out and put them away in the small charging case, "Hello Kate," pocketing the case into her back pocket. Not wanting to be rude to the older woman who, at this point, she harbored no interest in getting to know. Begrudgingly, but hiding it well, Riley shook her hand, "I am Riley." Eyes darting to meet back with Taylor's as if to lecture him mentally for putting her in this awkward situation, "I wanted to show Taylor around town," lying to the woman bluntly. "We are meeting up with some friends and really have to go or we'll be late," the idea of staying to converse with small talk sounded highly annoying and boring.

Taking Taylor by the hand, "come on Babe, we need to hurry or we'll be late," purposely calling him by the female pronoun pet name in front of his mother. Tugging him down the steps Riley looked back over her shoulder to the woman, "it was nice meeting you." That sentence almost killed her to say being a rebel she didn't like having to be nice towards parental figures plus Kate had caught her on a bad day.

Once she heard the house door close and they were heading down the walkway towards downtown, "you should have warned me that I may have to meet your mother."
 
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Being pulled along, Taylor frowned. "Sorry! I didn't think she'd care to meet you either. She just never gets to meet any of my-" He was about to say 'friends' but he realized that Riley might not look at him in the same light. "...associates." Still locked to her hand though, he couldn't help feel warm despite the cool breeze flow through his damp hair. Still, he pulled up his hood. "So- uhm, where are we going?" He asked, truly eager to get a lay of the land. He had heard about a really nice movie theater and a big beautiful park, as well as a few notable restaurants, but he didn't have any idea of where they were. He did go to the mall once with his mother to pick out some clothes, and that was a cool place, but Taylor hardly had the drive to go shopping very often.
 
His response fell on drowned out ears she didn't care to hear his feeble reasoning for not thinking ahead. Meeting the parents of someone you liked was a big deal in most of the movies and shows that she watched hence the interaction made her uneasy. Coming up to the bus stop, Riley walked over to the route map, "hmmm." Stroking her chin as if she had a beard, "we'll start by going to the arcade then we can go to Mess A Burger." If she was going to be out in the wintery day Riley figured she may as well have some fun. Afterall a local blog she followed had posted that a new DDR game, which was still Japanese formatted, had been added to her favorite arcade. This outing was the perfect excuse to go play it. Knowing after she was done burning all those calories dancing that a greasy burger with fries smothered in cheese would be calling to her. There was a chance she'd hog the DDR machine especially if it was two-player friendly. "Did you bring any money?" Asking a question that should have been asked before they met up, Riley had her wallet and was willing to pay for him.

About that time the rustic bus pulled up, its breaks squealing as it came to a stop, and a fat frat boy seated in the driving seat. "You two gonna get on," gruffly asking the moment the door opened.
 
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"Yeah, I have some money to spend!" The arcade captured his imagination. They were always so flashy and catered to a particular audience of retro-type gamers. The fact that Riley was interested in something like that made him smile. As the bus stopped and the two found a seat on board, Taylor kept this smile. Hanging out with someone made him feel giddy; and it was someone who he was very interested in knowing more about.

Sat down now, he sat with his hands folded in his lap. "Did you know that Pac-Man's shape was genuinely inspired by pizza? -And he was suppose to be named Puck-Man! They also made sure to program each of the ghosts with separate personalities!" Clearly excited to have a reason to spill out such random trivia, he did so with a wide grin and a slight blush coating his lightly-freckled cheeks. "Did you know Mario was initially designed to have a gun?? Also, he was named after Nintendo's warehouse landlord! -Though origionally he was just called 'jump man.' Oh- and the mushrooms were inspired by Alice in Wonderland!"
It was only then that re realized that he was hardly giving her time to respond, so he halted there. "Kinda cool, yeah..?"
 
Sitting down on the bus seat Riley would feel a bit cramped and not sure what to do with her arms so she'd drape it over Taylor's shoulder. Sitting there unable not to smile as Taylor started spouting off gamer trivia Riley was impressed with herself that she was actually paying attention to him. 'What is wrong with me, I am not tuning him out...?' Puzzled by her thoughts she'd wait for him to take a breath before saying a word. "Wow, I had no idea," she'd reply it was nice to see this talkative side of Taylor. The bus wasn't crowded, but there were a handful of riders. Keeping her portion of the conversation short half expecting the pretty little arm candy to carry on with more trivia facts.

The ride wasn't long, if it was summer it would have been a nice walk, but the warm vented air felt good from the chilly outside temperatures. Soon they would near the stop for the arcade, Riley reached up and pulled the cord with her free hand to signal passengers wanted to be let off.
 
Taylor had other trivia to share but instead he grew silent as Riley's arm went over his shoulders. He could feel the blush heating up his cheeks as the two sat there for only a few minutes more. As the bus halted, dropped them off, and the two found themselves standing at another bus stop, Taylor took a chance and went to grab Riley's hand before they started walking. He saw the arcade signs just a few buildings away, so it was a laughably small journey, but he felt so secure being held by her.
He still hadn't said a word since his last random trivia; his cheeks were still blazing.
 
Her eyes glanced down slyly to stare at Taylor as he clutched her hand, she attempted to hold back the smile that was forcing its way onto her lips. Still, Riley kept her thoughts to herself. Gradually she'd give his feminine body another look over catching his flustered expression, 'he looks so adorable when he is blushing.' Riley had to look away for fear of an unwanted tightness in her pants forming. Walking up to the front door of the arcade, Riley stepped up and opened the door for Taylor, "after you, babe." Eyes falling to the other fully plump rear, she'd give it a swift slap.

A man at the nearby counter looked up at the sound of the bell, "welcome to Insane Membrane, the arcade and laser tag center of the future." He couldn't be older than his mid-20s, "why don't you lovely ladies make your way over here and let me assist you." The tone was friendly but his eyes hungry sized up Taylor almost undressing him with his eyes.

Riley noticed the man's actions and smiled, it was nice to see that her pet was admired, she was calm for the moment. Motioning Taylor to follow her to the counter, "yes, could we get two twenty dollar cards." Her words were heard but the man's eyes never left Taylor.

He'd walk from around the counter using his hand to accidentally knock off a prize that was worth a thousand tickets. The stuffed bear would fall and bounce landing behind Taylor. "I'm so sorry, miss, could you get that for me?"

Rolling her eyes, Riley crossed her arms, "well, bend over and get it for him, Taylor."
 
Taylor looked to Riley, then to the man, then to Riley again, then back to the man, before his eyes finally rested on the knocked over bear. He knew what was happening. Thankfully his erection was just small enough to go incognito. 'Do I really look that much like a girl? And... Attractive?' "Oh, yeah, of course..." He said, finally bend forward to pick it up. As he did so, he felt like he was just putting his backside on exhibit for this sleazy man and Riley. It felt good to be wanted like this...
 
Riley's eyes turned to the man, "yeah, its a nice piece of ass don't you think?" Calling the older male out on his intent she'd step over to him, "now that you're done being a pervert to my girlfriend I think you may want to just give us those tickets." Standing toe to toe with the guy. He'd swallow hard and as he spoke she would cut him off, "I'm not a dumb bitch," pointing to the security camera, "I'll call the cops and you'll lose your minimum wage job then see what its like to take it up the ass."

He'd stammer a second holding up his hands, "Al-alright, you can have your tickets." Going back behind the counter the man swiped two arcade cards, "there, I put on a little extra if you promise to not make this an issue."

Grabbing the cards, Riley leaned across the countertop, "Nah, I won't make a scene about your dick getting hard by checking out my bitches ass," she spoke loud enough that those within normal hearing range could hear. Pushing away from the cashier's table Riley handed Taylor his card, "here." Looking over her shoulder at the man she'd pinch Taylor on his posterior, "let's go have some fun."
 
Taylor stood in silence, still holding the bear, as he watched Riley take charge. It was hot. And her calling him her girlfriend and bitch... His body shivered. When she ushered him along, Taylor stepped forward to give the bear back, but... Well, he decided to keep it. What was that guy going to do about it after Riley's threat? So instead, he stuck his tongue out and turned on his heels to quickly rejoin his girlfriend with the medium-sized bear in-hand.
'That was such a Riley thing to do! -It felt nice...' He thought, feeling like being Riley's bitch was ironically empowering.

Once next to her again, he dawned a wide toothy and smile, clearly proud of the rebellious act. He'd glipse at her, to see if she wore approval across her face too, but then he'd look around at the arcade machines of which he was overwhelmed by the sheer quantity.
 
"Fucking pig," Riley would say in a rather hateful but happy tone before looking over at Taylor, "I'm glad you kept that teddy." Speaking harshly still a little heated from the encounter, Riley hated to admit it felt nice to even bully those older than herself. "I wonder who else we can swindle. Hell, the idea of me starting my own cam show featuring you might not need to happen after all," she'd tease wrapping an arm around his smaller waist pulling him close only to reach down and grope his mouse-like package. "Good thing your dick is the size of an oversized clit, even if you get turned on during the moment no one will know." She'd give his groin a small tug bullying that older man made her want to dominate her pet a little and bully him.

Popping him on the ass firmly, "so babe, I want to see that body move, let's play some DDR." She had been scanning the area while they walked away from the counter and led him to the machine that she wanted to play. There were a few kids within their age group and under on some of the game consoles but there wasn't a line for DDR. "Let's see if you can follow directions and how about this if I beat you at this game then I get to bend you over my knee and spank your bubble butt in front of everyone." The thrill of using Taylor to swindle that man out of the gaming tickets and the rush of being near her crush had Riley's body tingling.

Stepping onto the machine, she'd slide her card and selected player one, "you can pick the song."
 
Taylor was also tingling from not only Riley's touching, but also the thought of being spanked in public. He knew Riley didn't make idle threats... He also never played DDR, so he was near destined to lose. Approaching the machine, he took a deep breath and scrolled through the songs. The boy was hardly in the mood to be picky so he just picked something at random; happening to be Butteryfly by Smile.
Despite his anxiety over the situation, he was confident in his abilities as a gamer and was ready to go. Just before the arrows would show up, he looked at Riley. "And, if I win?"
 
"I'll treat this as a date and be nice to you for the rest of the day," Riley spoke sticking her tongue out, something about the way he looked at her made her want to believe that he like-liked her. The song he picked happened to be her favorite songs on the playlist. "Good choice my pet," she'd praise him before focusing on the beat, and her feet. Riley absolutely enjoyed dancing and the only time she listened to music other then her go-to alternative rock was when she was playing DDR.

Singing along with the song, knowing the words by heart, she'd hit ever arrow some landing on good but most landing on perfect. The dance floor of the game was a little different than her at-home pad which was a knock-off so it did take her a few seconds to get a feel for the size. Around them a small crowd formed, onlookers cheering both her and Taylor on as if it was a heated competition. Not paying attention to the scores, as the song ended Riley looked over at him, "well Babe, what's the results, who won?"
 
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