(Sarah's POV) Monday from Hell - Liam Calls From Work

I cook Mr. Robinson breakfast, and he sits at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the paper. I put his eggs, bacon, and toast on the table and fill up his coffee cup; he does not say anything or even acknowledge my presence, not that he needs to. I get under the table and take his thick, flaccid penis into my mouth. I taste the foul stench of his body odor, dry cum, and, shamefully, my pussy on his hardening cock.

“Don't forget my balls, Ginger Tits," he grunts, his mouth full of food, some of it falling down onto his lap and my hair.

Saying nothing, I take his right testicle in my mouth and roll my tongue around it. I suck it lightly in my mouth as I hear him grunt in approval above me. I move to his left testicle, and as I lift it, I get a whiff of his sweaty ass, and it almost makes me gag. I cannot help but flashback to just a few nights ago when he made me rim his ass; at the time I thought it was the worst thing he could ever do to me. After last night I know that isn't true.

I go back to sucking his cock, running my tongue around his head and then taking it down to the root. My gag reflex is pretty much nonexistent after him forcing his cock down my throat for weeks multiple times a day.

Now that he has **** me to have sex with him multiple times, I almost miss those early weeks.

His thick cock becomes hard in my mouth, and I continue to work up and down his cock, hoping that maybe he would cum quickly and maybe leave, giving me some time to myself.

My hopes are dashed when, from above me, I hear, “Come on, Ginger Tits, I want to fuck you in your bed again.”

I drop his cock and crawl from under the table; we both head to the bed that I share with Liam, and he forces me to lead the way. I feel a hard smack on my ass. “Hurry up, Ginger Tits,” Mr. Robinson growls, “or I will fuck that virgin ass.”

I yelp but do walk quicker into my bedroom; as soon as we get there, he pushes me on the bed, pulling my shorts and panties down around my knees, and slams his cock into my pussy from behind.

“Aaaaah!” I scream out in both shock and pain as he pushes his thick, hard cock into my pussy in one thrust. His fat stomach and pubic paunch slamming into my ass. His cum from earlier provides a little lubrication; otherwise, I think he would have torn me apart.

The room is quickly filled with his grunts, my pained groans, and the wet slapping of his body against mine. I could feel my pussy starting to get wet as his heavy balls hit repeatedly against my clit, stimulating it, forcing my body to betray me.

After a while, he pulls out and puts me on my back. “My knees were starting to hurt, Ginger Tits.” Mr. Robinson grunts, "Besides, I love seeing your face when I cum in your wet pussy.”

He pushes my legs on his shoulders and thrusts back into me. In this position, I feel every inch of his cock, and he pounds against my cervix, causing me to yelp with every thrust.

“Goddamn, Ginger Tits," he groans above me. “This pussy is just the best; maybe I should share it with some friends.”

His words hit me like a sledgehammer. What does he mean, share it with some friends? There is no way that I will let that happen, and even if Liam is allowing Mr. Robinson to train me to be a better lover, there is no way that he would want him to share me with anyone else, right?

My phone ringing on the nightstand shakes me from my thoughts.

"Oh, it's your little cuck fiancé." Mr. Robinson grunts above me. “You should answer it.”

“No, please, I will call him after you finish," I protest.

His hand smacking across my face stops any further protest. “Answer it!” he snarls.

“Uh....heyyy...baby....uhh...” I mumble on the phone.

Mr. Robinson continues to thrust deeply into me. I become hyper aware of the sounds of sex filling the room. The headboard banging against the wall, Mr. Robinson grunting above me, the wet slapping of his body fucking into me, and my pained groans. I am completely filled with shame, and tears fill my eyes.

“Hey, I just wanted to call and check in on you.” Liam responds, either unable to hear the sounds or just not caring about them. “I just wanted to tell you that I love you and miss you.”

I do not even know how to respond to him. He loves me and misses me but is allowing our monstrous former teacher to fuck me over and over again.

“Hell yeah, Ginger Tits. I am about to cum in this pussy again.” Mr. Robinson says loudly above me as he starts fucking me harder and deeper than I thought was possible.

I do not want Liam to be on the phone for that, whether he condones it or not. “Uhh...I love you too...uhhh,” I say, trying to stay calm on the phone but unable to hide the groans as Mr. Robinson forces the wind out of me with his hard thrusts.

“Unnghh! Ungghh ghhhhuuu!” Mr. Robinson moans above me, thrusting deep into my pussy, and I feel him shooting cum into me again. The tears flow more freely as I lie there in shame, on the phone with the love of my life while getting creampied by an evil old man.

I yelp in pain as he pulls out a little and thrusts hard against my cervix, making sure that every drop of his cum is emptied into me.

"Ok, babe, I will let you and Mr. Robinson get back to it, I guess.” Liam says, nonplussed.

“Yeah, ok, whatever you want,” I respond as Mr. Robinson finally pulls out of me.

“All right, Ginger Tits, get over here and clean it up," he snarls.

I hang up the phone and comply, taking his shrinking cock into my mouth, fearing the consequences.