(Sarah's POV) The Worst Weekend of My Life – After My Shower

The hot water from the shower made my sore muscles feel a little better. I spent more than a little time cleaning my vagina.

The washcloth felt nice on my tender pussy, and I found myself rubbing the cloth around my clitoris.

I felt it harden, and my pussy start to get wet.

I kept rubbing and tried to think about Liam as I worked my way to orgasm. I imagined our first night together as we made love sweetly, holding each other close, looking in each other's eyes as we both work to pleasure the love of our lives.

Suddenly, Liam's face morphed into Mr. Robinson as he holds my legs on his shoulders, thrusting his thick, vile dick into me. “Yeah, Ginger Tits, this is what you really want!” Mr. Robinson says, “I can feel how wet your pussy has gotten.”

Even in my fantasies, I cannot escape his evil, thrusting cock.

In real life, I feel myself getting close to orgasm, and I stop masturbating. I will not cum imagining that monster. I quickly get out of the shower, but when the towel touches my swollen clit, I cannot help but moan out. I was so fucking close to orgasm, and I am hornier than I think I have ever been, but I cannot let that bastard have anything close to a victory.

After I dress and leave the bathroom, I see Liam and immediately feel bad for being mad at him. He looks up at me with concern and a little bit of wariness.

“Feeling better?” He asks carefully, like he is afraid I will snap his head off again.

“Yeah,” I say, sighing as I try to articulate what I am feeling. “Just a lot going on these days. Sometimes I feel like Mr. Robinson is trying to help me. Other times, I think it's all about his own pleasure."

Liam seems to think for a minute and then says something that surprises me. "Look, his methods are unusual, but he gets results. You have to trust him."

Does he know what is happening? Is Mr. Robinson really training me to be a better wife and lover for Liam? I know those two were always super close, but everything that is happening seems like a bridge too far. Maybe not though; I am so confused.

“Okay...,” I say with a pause as I struggle to process what Liam just said to me.

Maybe if I show him what Mr. Robinson has “taught” me, Liam would know that I am ready to be the perfect lover for him. “Is there room on that chair for two? I am not ready to work on school yet.”

He looks up at me and shuffles to the side to give me room to cuddle up next to him. It's a tight fit, so I cuddle up close to him, my leg over his and my head on his chest. For a moment, I forget everything else in the world and just listen to the heartbeat and breath of the love of my life.

Looking up at Liam, I see him looking at me as we make eye contact. “I love you so much,” he says in an intimate whisper. “I don't tell you that enough.”

I feel love fill my heart and a tingle in already aroused genitals. “I love you too!” I say in both love and horny excitement.

I kiss him hard and passionately, running my tongue across his lips and teeth before wrapping it around his tongue. I grind my body against his; the friction of his leg rubbing against my pussy has made a wet patch on my shorts. I push my breasts against his chest, my nipples becoming instantly hard pebbles. I hold him like a drowning woman would hold a life preserver, hoping that it will stop me from falling into the deep, dark water where there would be no rescue. I run my hand down his chest, to his stomach, and down to his penis, hard as a rock and throbbing.

I want to feel it inside me.

I want the man I love to fill my dripping pussy and erase everything that Mr. Robinson has done to me and make me his forever.

I rub his cock and reach to pull down his shorts and underwear.

“Sarah, what are you doing?” Liam asks me, shocked. As he pulls away from me and looks at me like he does not even know who I am.

His look breaks something in me.

I guess I did something wrong. Maybe I do need more lessons from Mr. Robinson before Liam will have me.

“What? Nothing!” I say quickly, my face flushing red with embarrassment and shame.

“I just thought...” I start to say it without knowing how to finish that sentence. “Nevermind, I have to go study!” I say as I jump off the chair and rush out of the room.

I run straight to the living room, where Mr. Robinson is still sitting naked on the couch, his cock hard and waiting for me. Ready to show me how to take care of Liam properly. I fall down on my knees and take his old, hard cock down my throat in one motion.

He groans in delight above me, holding me down on his cock until I gag. Finally letting me up for air, I shove my face back down without letting his cock ever fully leave my mouth. I fuck my face into his sweaty crotch again and again, powering through the gag reflex, doing anything I can to make Mr. Robinson cum. My pussy is still on fire. I resist every urge to touch my hard clit as I take his cock down into my throat again and again.

After a while, he pulls me off his hard cock. Holding me away as I try to lunge back. A string of spit connected my mouth to his hard, throbbing cock. “Everything okay, Ginger Tits?” he asks, his voice and face showing genuine concern and surprise at what I just had done.

“Yes, I just need more training.” I say, tears pooling in my eyes. “I have to learn how to please Liam and make him want me.”

Mr. Robinson chuckles a little above me, and I see a smirk form on his lips. I flashback to high school when he would make the same face in class, and a shiver goes up my spine. “I see you finally see the value in what I am teaching you.”

I nod and turn my attention back to his thick, saliva-coated dick, a drop of precum about to fall from the large, thick head. Without thinking, I run my tongue up the shaft and take the tiny pearl onto my tongue.

“Are you sure you want it again?

I nod my head, my eyes never leaving his hard, dripping cock.

“I'm ready,” he says as he drives his cock back into my willing mouth and throat. I let him fuck my face as fast and hard and as long as he wants. Knowing that soon, I will swallow his load once again.

My pussy is still on fire.