(Sarah's POV) The Worst Weekend of My Life - Creampie After Creampie

Pulling me into the kitchen, he starts feeling me up. Roughly grabbing my breasts and ass.

“Please stop,” I beg as I try to grab the pots and pans to start making dinner.

“No chance, Ginger Tits.” Mr. Robinson snarls. “What were you doing back there with Cucky?”

“Do not call him that!” I defend Liam: “You said that you were helping me learn to please, not cuckold him.”

“Whatever, Ginger Tits,” he says as he pulls down my pants and starts rubbing his cock against my slit.

“Come on, not while I cook.” I whine loudly as I feel him start to push into me.

“I thought bitches were good at multitasking,” he retorts. He starts thrusting into me. His cum and my residual wetness from going down on Liam make his entrance easy. I begin to hear the shameful sounds of wet slapping as he fucks in and out of me. His thrusts get harder, and he starts pushing me over the stove.

“This isn't safe; the stove is hot!” I protest, praying that he would stop, hoping at least he will pull me away from the hot stove. He just grunts in response and doesn't slow down. He just keeps fucking in and out of me, practically using me as a fleshlight.

I feel myself start to dry up as whatever horniness I felt from Liam fades with the fear of getting burnt and remembering how disgusting the person was fucking me.

“Fuck, you're so tight, Ginger Tits.” Mr. Robinson moans as he keeps fucking in and out of me.

It starts to hurt as he fucks in and out of me as I dry up. I start yelping and moaning in pain as he fucks into my increasingly dry pussy.

I feel his cock swell inside me, a sign I have come to know well and fear.

“Wait, no! Not inside!” I protest loudly, trying to twist away and off his cock.

He is too strong and just holds my hips tighter and fucks into me harder. I hear him grunt and feel his cum shoot inside me. Staining my insides with his vile sperm again.

“Good food. Better pussy.” He says, smacking my bare ass hard.

“Chubby girls really know how to cook,” he says as he pulls up his pants. Putting me right back into his classroom years ago, to that last insecure chubby girl that wanted anyone to want me and think I was sexy.

“Now this house better be spotless when I get back, and don't forget to take care of Liam. Show him how good of a wife you are going to be.” He smacks my ass harder, which causes me to yelp. Without waiting for a response, he leaves the apartment.

Pulling up my pants, I feel his sticky mess between my legs, and I retch involuntarily. I cannot stand to feel my legs rub against his cum. Angrily. I storm to the bathroom. I feel disgusting and sore from everything Mr. Robinson has put me through today. My legs hurt, and I can feel myself limping.

I pass Liam. “I need a bath!” I tell him I'm still pissed at Mr. Robinson and not wanting to talk to Liam at the moment.

I feel my muscles start to loosen up as the warm water allows me to relax for the first time all day. I begin to feel like myself for the first time all weekend. I also realize how tired I am; I start to nod off in the bathtub. I worry that I might drown. Although that isn't the worst thing that could happen this weekend, I think about how many times Mr. Robinson has come inside me and how terrible it would be if he knocked me up.

Still, I get out of the bathtub, dry off, and throw on one of Liam's t-shirts. I need to rest. Coming out of the bathroom, I see Liam still in the recliner.

“I am going to take a nap.” I tell Liam as I start crawling into bed.

“Errr, didn’t you have a lot of homework due today?” he asks me.

“Fuck!” I yell. Annoyed that Mr. Robinson is destroying my life.

I grab my laptop and head to the living room. As soon as I see the couch is empty, I breathe a sigh of relief. I realize that I had been expecting to see Mr. Robinson there with his fat gut and thick dick. I sit on the couch, but I can smell his foul odor wafting into my nostrils. I grab the Febreze and douse the couch. I sit back down, and although the couch is damp, it is still much better than sitting in that disgusting man's stench.

I finish cleaning the house and bring Liam food before finally starting my homework. Honestly, it is nice to return to my studies. I cannot wait to be a nurse, and I love learning how to do everything nurses do.

I finish my homework, and it suddenly hits me how exhausted I am. Finally, I head back to the bedroom to take my nap.

“What time is it?” I ask Liam as I try to figure out how long I can nap.

“Sorry, sweetie, but it's late already. I think Mr. Robinson is about to—” Liam is interrupted by the front door swinging open. I feel the color leave my face as I worry about what he is going to do and if I cleaned the house well enough.

“What? No way that much time passed...” I start to say, but it had.

I hear the evil bastard whistling as he puts down his bag. My eyes start to fill with tears. I don't want Liam to see me cry.

“I have to go...” I say as I leave the bedroom. The weight that was lifted off of me while he was gone went back on my shoulders.

Coming around the corner, I see his fat, disgusting body already nude. His thick, evil cock was hard and pointing straight at me. It is the body of a senior citizen, and the man who stole my virginity and had cum in me multiple times. The man who also made me orgasm harder than ever before earlier in the shower. I shudder as I think that I allowed that to happen.

“I had a long day at work,” the naked bastard says, licking his lips. “Get on the table.”

He pulls me down onto the table, pulling up Liam's shirt and ripping my flimsy panties off. Throwing my legs off my shoulder and rubbing his cock against my unwilling slit. I am not getting wet fast enough for him, so he spits on his hand and rubs his spit into me. I feel his thick cock start to penetrate me.

“And this is definitely going to end with another creampie,” he says as he thrusts hard into me. I feel every inch of him in me in this position, and I cannot help but look at his old face and fat gut as he pounds into me.

“Please, not again! Anything but that!” I beg.

Mr. Robinson does not say anything and just keeps fucking me. The table scrapes on the floor and creaks back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts.

I feel myself starting to get wet as his thick cock rubs against my clit in this position. I hear moans in the same rhythm as the table scraping the floor. It takes me a moment to realize they are coming from me. I try to imagine it's Liam is fucking me, so I do not orgasm thinking about the disgusting troll who is inside me. That fails immediately when I hear him groan out as he feels my wetness coat his cock.

“Yeah, Ginger Tits, go ahead and cum on my cock again,” he groans as he fucks in and out of my wet cunt.

The sounds of our arousal soon became louder than the table noises. I covered my mouth in hopes of quieting the groans coming out of it.

Mr. Robinson saw this and pulled my hand away. “No chance, Ginger Tits,” he said, still thrusting and mostly out of breath. “I want to hear you when you cum.”

He keeps fucking into me, pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. When I feel like I am about to explode, he pulls out of me. I hear his thick cock wetly hit my thigh.

“My legs are getting tired, Ginger Tits.” Mr. Robinson says as he pulls me off the table towards the couch. “I think it's time I show you how to ride a cock.”

He sits on the couch and pulls me to him. “Lean over me and straddle me.” He says as he pulls me closer to him. “Come on, Ginger Tits, I want those big tits in my face while I fuck you.”

Shockingly, as disgusting as Mr. Robinson is, I still move my left leg over his and grab the back of the couch. He pulls the shirt over my head and unsnaps my bra and throws it across the room. He grabs both of my boobs; squeezing them together, he sucks the right one into his mouth, sucking and biting it until I feel it grow hard and begin to hurt. I whimpered in pain and was about to say something when I switched to my left breast and gave it the same treatment. He kept pulling and pinching my left nipple, not giving me even a second of relief.

“Ahhh... Please... no.” I moan out. I hate what he is doing to me, but I cannot help but feel how aroused I was feeling from the constant stimulation.

“God! I hate myself!” My mind screams at me. The thoughts in my head are a mess. I really do hate myself, but I cannot help how turned on I am at this moment.

I look down at Mr. Robinson's flushed face and see his expression of pure lust. He is sucking my tits like his life depends on it, and he is making the most stupid fucking noises. He is so fucking disgusting, yet I cannot stop myself from pushing my breasts even more into his mouth.

“Mmmmpphh... mmmmpphh... mmmmpphh... schllll... mmmmpphh.” Mr. Robinson's groans are muffled with my tits in his mouth.

He pulls away from my boobs, his face and my tits are covered in his gross-smelling spit. “Ride me... ride me... RIDE ME!!” he practically begs me.

He grabs his cock and starts rubbing it against my clit. I suddenly felt like I was on fire as the sensations from my crotch traveled all over my body. I start moving my ass, deliberately grazing my swollen nipples against Mr. Robinson's sweaty, stubbly face and my clit against his swollen, wet knob. The hot head of his dick flicking against my hard bud made me moan and groan. I realize I am making noises that I have never made before.

“You love this, don’t you, Ginger Tits? You fucking love this.” Mr. Robinson says in horny disbelief, “You just love being used, don’t you? It feels good between your legs, eh? You naughty little girl. Come on—get on!”

I wanted to protest, but I was so incredibly turned on that I couldn't stop myself from grabbing his cock and placing it at the entrance of my inflamed pussy. The fact that Mr. Robinson was so turned on only served to fuel my fire. I lifted my ass up slightly and came down smoothly and firmly onto his hard cock. Taking it all in one motion, his rough pubic hair rubbing against my clit made me squirm and even more stimulated.

"Oh Christ, that's good! Oh fuck yeah!" Mr. Robinson said in disbelief as I rode him hard.

I felt my orgasm hit me, and waves and waves of pleasure washed over me. I felt my pussy clench repeatedly around his cock as I ride him through my orgasm.

“Jesus Christ! You're milking me! You're fucking milking me!” Mr. Robinson screamed into my breasts.

My orgasm left me wiped out, but Mr. Robinson kept fucking hard into me. I began to whimper as he broke through my post-orgasm haze, and it began to hurt.

“Damn, girl, you are getting good at riding,” he says as his thrusts get deeper, and I feel his cock begin to swell, the tell-tale sign that he was about to cum.

“Can you not go inside again?” I plead.

“Ha! No chance, Ginger Tits,” he grunts, staining me with his seed once more. “It's way too much fun.”

He throws me off of him, and I land awkwardly, my ass in the air.

“Now get yourself cleaned up,” he says, smacking my upturned ass hard. “You're a mess.”

I throw Liam's t-shirt back on and head to the shower. I am too tired to look for my bra, and my panties are ruined anyway. I feel his cum and my juices leak down my thighs as I head to my bedroom. I look towards Liam, and he seems to still be sleeping, but I don't really pay attention as my mind is trying to process what just happened.