(Sarah's POV) Monday from Hell – Wake Up Call

I toss and turn all night. Every time I close my eyes I dream about Mr. Robinson's thick cock and Liam holding me down, urging him to fuck my ass.

I feel so betrayed. The man I love, who I thought loved me too, not only allowed the most vile, disgusting man on the planet to violate me but seemingly encouraged it.

I would love to get away, but with no job, no home, and a bunch of student debt, I have nowhere to go.

Plus, even after everything, I still really love Liam.

Maybe he just wants Mr. Robinson to train me to be the perfect wife for him?

Maybe he loves all this rough, kinky stuff and did not know how to tell me?

Maybe I am being a prude, and all of this is normal?

Finally, I fall asleep out of pure exhaustion. I wake up a little when Liam gets up and ready for work. I am glad he is feeling better, but I am too tired to say anything and fall back asleep when he gets to the bathroom.

A little while later, I hear the door open, and I hope that is my love coming to kiss me goodbye. “Liam?” I say, half asleep.

The door slams shut, and I am startled awake, and I see the hulking form of Mr. Robinson looking at me. His thick cock was already hard and pointing at me.

“No chance, Ginger Tits,” he growls, moving closer to the bed, stripping his underwear off as he moves.

I try to turn away and pretend that I am asleep, hoping that maybe he will leave me, have mercy, and leave me alone, but I feel his weight on the bed, and there is no way for me to run. He turns me towards him, and I feel his cock rub against my face. He is already leaking precum, and I feel it coat my lips.

“Open up, Ginger Tits. Give him a kiss good morning.” He chuckles at his own joke.

I open my mouth to protest, but his cock is shoved down my throat before I can say anything. He grabs the sides of my head and forces me up and down his cock, treating my face as just another hole to fuck. Saliva and tears mix together on my face as I try to survive. He finally pulls out and I gasp for air, my throat raw and sore from the brutal onslaught that just transpired.

Before I can even get my breath back, he throws the blankets on the floor. Forcing my legs apart. “Going to bed naked? Somebody was ready to get fucked this morning.” Mr. Robinson snarls and forces his entire cock into my dry vagina. My spit from earlier is the only lube.

I try to scream, but the **** of his thrust knocks the air out of me. He pistons in and out of me hard and fast. The springs on the bed scream in protest at the brutal fucking that I am receiving. He moves my legs over his shoulders and grabs my bruised ass and pulls it up. Every inch of my pussy is filled with his cock. I feel him hitting the back of my pussy again and again, almost like a boxer punching my cervix. I cannot take the pain and pray that he either cums or kills me.

I guess my prayers are answered as he grunts like a pig, and I feel his cock shooting deep inside me. I look up at him. I see his fat stomach pressed against legs, his pockmarked, wrinkly face framed by his greasy, unkempt hair, and his yellow, coffee-stained teeth gnashing as he fills me with his wretched seed.

Everything about him disgusts me.

Yet here he is filling me with his cum yet another time, his cock the only one my vagina has ever known. Soon he will take my last cherry. Any resistance is futile; Liam doesn't care, and no other man would want me.

He pulls out of me, his cock sated for now. He grabs his boxers and leaves the room. I lay there on the bed, my legs spread, his cum leaking out of me.

Liam looks in the bedroom and sees me; he just leaves the house without saying a word. Leaving me alone with his favorite teacher and my tormentor. I lay there for what feels like hours before going into the bathroom to clean myself.

I thought about showering, but what is the point? He will just make me dirty again. I get dressed and go out to make Mr. Robinson breakfast.