(Sarah's POV) The Worst Weekend of My Life - Mr. Robinson Wants More

The shower feels nice. I cannot help but wonder how high our water bill will be with me showering Mr. Robinson's disgusting smell and worse cum off me constantly. I do not want to cause any more stress on Liam; maybe I should cut back and not shower every time. I do not understand how Mr. Robinson can cum so much and so often. I mean, I know he is a freaky fucking troll, but maybe all men are like this, and I will have to get used to it so Liam doesn't get bored and leave me.

By the time I get out of the shower and dried off, I have made up my mind to talk to Liam about what is happening with Mr. Robinson. There is no way that he wants Mr. Robinson to keep fucking me; he must not know about it. I know he will stop Mr. Robinson from doing anything to me once he knows exactly what has been going on.

I leave the bathroom and see that Liam is still asleep. I hate to wake him up, but if I don't talk to him now, who knows how far Mr. Robinson will go?

Shaking him awake softly, I say in just above a whisper just in case Mr. Robinson is listening. “Hey, sorry to wake you up. I just wanted to talk to you a bit.”

He wakes up groggy, wiping sleep from his eyes, but smiles when he sees my face. “Sure, what’s up?” He asks.

I almost chicken out, but I try to steel my nerves. “Well, it's just Mr. Robinson. He has been so rough and demanding lately; I'm just not sure...”

Liam interrupts me before I can finish, “The only reason he is being so hard on you is because of the potential he sees in you.”

I am annoyed he won't let me finish what I am trying to say, and frustration and sadness show on my face. “I'm not sure how much more I can take,” I protest, my voice cracking just a little.

“You can take more than you think,” he says reassuringly.

“But some of his demands...” I try to protest.

“Like the creampies?” he asks, interrupting me again and sending shock waves up my spine and the color falling out of my face.

For a minute I freeze and cannot believe what he just said. “You know about that?” I say, still not believing what I just heard.

“Of course. And what's the harm at his age?” he replies.

I cannot believe it; he knows that Mr. Robinson and I have been having sex, and he knows that he has been cumming in my potentially fertile womb over and over again, and he doesn't seem to care.

“If you say so.” I finally say, unconvinced and still in shock.

I quickly change the subject, and we chat for a little bit about nothing, and it almost makes me forget how troubled I am that he knows and condones what is happening to me.

I see that he is starting to drift off to sleep, and I cuddle next to him, exhausted from the day, when I get a text from Mr. Robinson.

I look at it, and it's a picture of his hard dick with the caption. “You know what he wants, Ginger Tits.”

“Oh fuck, right now?” I almost scream. I am not sure I can take any more tonight.

A few seconds later, he sends another text. “Come naked; I want to see your tits bounce when you come down the hall.”

I leave Liam in bed, take off my pajamas and underwear, and head out to the living room. There is nothing else to do, and it's not like Liam will do anything to stop it anyway.

I walk towards my tormentor and his evil cock, coming down the hallway. I turn the corner to head to the couch, and I feel him grab my hair and jerk it towards him.

“What took you so long, Ginger Tits?” Mr. Robinson shouts into my face. “When I say come here, you better run.”

He drags me by the hair to the couch, throwing me face down on the cushion. He spits on his hand, and I get ready to feel him get my pussy wet for him so he can fuck me again. He surprises me by rubbing the spit on my asshole.

I panic and start thrashing. Trying anything and everything to stop him from fucking my ass. “No! No! No!” I scream as I struggle and slap him with all my might to get away from him.

Finally getting free from his grasp, I turn to try to find a way to escape. Before I can move, Mr. Robinson slaps me so hard across my face that I see stars.

He grabs my hair and snarls, “Who the fuck do you think you are, Ginger Tits?” He slaps me hard again, the **** almost yanking the hair from my head.

“I'm sorry I hit you.” I say through the pain and my tears. “But I will not let you fuck my ass.”

Mr. Robinson looks at me with his evil smirk. “Finally drawing a line in the sand, huh, Ginger Tits?” he says softly with a hint of menace in his voice. “Let's see how that works out for you.”

His hand still gripping my hair, he pulls me down to his dick and forces me down on his dick, jamming it down my throat. He holds it there, and I cannot breathe. I try to pull myself up, but he is too strong. I begin to wonder if he is going to **** me to **** with his cock. I start to feel weak and like I am about to pass out. Finally, he pulls me off his cock, and I gasp for air for a moment before he pushes me back down onto his cock. I put my hands on his thighs to stop him from trying to suffocate me again. He jerks me back up and slaps me hard across the face again.

“You are really trying my patience, Ginger Tits.” Mr. Robinson growls. “You are going to regret this newfound bullshit courage.”

Pulling me up by my hair and across his legs. I feel his hand hit my bare ass hard. Before I have a chance to cry out in pain, he lays two or three more smacks on my ass. He keeps raining blows on my ass until I cannot take it anymore.

“Stop! Please stop!” I beg him. He doesn't listen and keeps hitting me again and again.

Finally he stops; before I have time to react, he grabs my throat and pulls me to face him.

“You ready to let me fuck your ass, Ginger Tits?” Mr. Robinson says, spitting in my face.

“No!” I say through my tears.

He smiles menacingly, throws me back over his leg, and starts raining blows on my ass again.

This cycle continues for a while, and I guess he finally wears himself out. He finally stops, leans back, and just lets me blow him. I have never felt more grateful to have his cock in my mouth. I feel his cock swell and his cum erupt in my mouth as I swallow it quickly.

I look up and hear him snoring softly. Finally tired out, I guess.

I almost crawl into my bedroom. Exhausted and in pain from the constant spankings. I get to the room. Liam is asleep in the recliner, and I fall into bed, not even bothering to put on clothes. I am almost asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

My last thought before sleeping, “I survived the worst weekend of my life. I can survive anything. Right?”

We are now caught up with the main story. I will continue the story from Liam's POV from the Chapter "Just Barley, Yes." I will follow that branch for a while but will come back to Sarah's POV as the story progresses.