(Sarah's POV) The Worst Weekend of My Life - The First Morning

I could not sleep at all. I tossed and turned all night, partly because for the first time in ages, Liam was not there sleeping beside me. Mostly, because I was bombarded with the memory of what Mr. Robinson had done to me on that very bed yesterday. I could still smell his sweat, cum, and worst of all, my own pussy as it lubricated enough to allow him access to my body. I feel so guilty that I betrayed Liam; there is no way that he would ever forgive me for allowing Mr. Robinson to not only take my virginity but also to cum inside me.

As I watched the sunrise peek through our bedroom window, I gave up and went to the kitchen to make Liam breakfast. He was still sick and needed calories to give him the energy to fight it off.

I was about to carry the tray of food to Liam when Mr. Robinson groped me from behind. His stinking breath filled my ear as he whispered, “Good morning, Ginger Tits. Are you ready for your breakfast?”

I tried to protest about Liam and the food getting cold, but he just would not listen as he dragged me by the hair to the living room, pulling me to my knees, right in front of his thick, hard cock. He did not even shower yesterday, so it reeked of sweat, cum, and, ashamedly, my juices. The smell alone was enough to make me gag, but I did not want a repeat of yesterday, so I steeled myself and worked very hard to take all of his cock in my mouth and throat. I still gagged but powered through the feeling, and before long my nose was back in his hairy crotch.

I let him handle me roughly as he wanted, but he stopped pulling me down on his cock.

“You do the work now, Ginger Tits,” Mr. Robinson said as he leaned back and put his arms behind his head. “You better take it all and do it right, or you know what will happen.”

A shiver went down my spine at those words, but I took a big breath through my nose and took him into my throat. I focused on all the “lessons” he had given me and moved up and down his cock, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock as I came up and occasionally taking his balls in my mouth while stroking his cock. There was absolutely no way I was going to allow him to fuck me again.

I knew I was doing a good job when I heard his voice, breathless and excited.

“Faster, come on! I'm almost there!” he said as I quickly fucked my own face with his thick cock. He put his hands on my head as I moved down.

“Yes! Take it all!” he said as he shot a massive load of cum down my throat. I quickly started swallowing, making sure that I got all of it.

“I am getting really good at this.” I thought to myself and felt very proud and almost thankful for Mr. Robinson for showing me how to please Liam. That feeling went away as soon as it came as I remembered what he did to me yesterday.

“Can I go now?” I ask my tormentor. I needed to get Liam his breakfast. He really needed to eat something since he was too sick to eat much yesterday.

“Sure, I am done with you for now.”

The “for now” sent another shiver down my spine. I knew that I was not going to get any breaks even though Liam was home sick.

I smoothed down my hair and faked a smile as I grabbed the food and headed to the room where the love of my life was waiting. He was awake and seemed a little bit better than yesterday. It made me feel really good that even with everything going on with me and Mr. Robinson, I was still able to take care of him.

“Good Morning!” I said with an enthusiasm that I could not truly feel after Mr. Robinson this morning. “Sorry, it might be a little cold. I got...distracted.” I hope that he did not read anything into that weird pause.

“Thanks, Sarah, it's delicious.” Liam says as he tears into the food. I smile in spite of everything that happened this morning.

Then he says something that makes my blood run cold. “You know, I had this really weird dream yesterday about you and Mr. Robinson.”

I freeze, and terror flashes in my face.

He was awake; he saw what happened; he knows.

“But I don't remember any of it.”

A quick sense of relief fills me, but I know I have to get out of the room quickly just in case it comes back to him. "I wouldn't worry about it then!" I say quickly, hoping he doesn't read anything into it.

“Oh sure, I wasn't going too.” Liam mumbles as I gather the dirty dishes and leave the room as quickly as possible before he has a chance to say anything else.

“How is the patient?” Mr. Robinson says as he follows me into the kitchen. I can feel his pig eyes undressing me as I start washing the breakfast dishes.

“He was partially awake yesterday.” I tell him, daggers shooting from my eyes at him.

“If he wasn't so ****, he would have caught us and seen what you did to me.” My voice breaks as I finish that sentence, and tears fill my eyes.

“What we did, you mean?” he says, moving closer to me.

“I know you liked it too; I felt how wet your tight pussy got.” He reaches out and pulls me close to him, his fat, shirtless body pressing against me. “I think you want it again.”

He lifts my skirt and pulls my panties to my knees. He turns me and pushes me against the sink. “No, stop. Liam is awake. He might hear us.”

He doesn't listen as he spits on the head of his cock and rubs it up and down my slit. “Please no, I don't want this. Liam is awake!” My pleas fall on deaf ears as he enters my pussy for the second time in as many days.

“Then, you better just stay quiet.” Mr. Robinson says as he is thrusting hard into me. “Unless you want him to see you taking this big old cock.”

I kept trying to get him to stop, but he kept fucking in and out of me. I felt my pussy start lubricating itself, allowing him to fuck me harder and deeper. To my horror, it starts to feel good, really good. Before I can fully process this horrible change of events, his thrusts get more erratic, and I feel his cock swelling bigger.

“No, not inside again. Please!” I beg Mr. Robinson as he pulls me tight against his fat stomach, every inch of his vile dick embedded in my tight pussy.

He just grunts and groans; I feel his sweat and drool drip on my back, and immediately whatever arousal I was feeling is replaced by repulsion and anger.

“I told you no!” I scream, losing control. “I told you not to cum in me, regardless of your fucking age. I could still get pregnant.”

He mumbles something as I storm off to my bathroom to shower. My pussy is so sore and stretched from his cock, and I feel his cum spilling onto my legs. I feel myself walking strangely as I walk to wash him off of me. Angrily stopping in the bedroom, getting myself together, I see Liam still sitting in the chair.

He looks at me, his face full of love, and I get angrier.

Angry at him for inviting that horrible fucking man into our home.

Angry at him for not being home to stop Mr. Robinson from starting his “training.”

Angry at him for being sick and not stopping what happened yesterday and this morning.

Angry at him for loving me when I just betrayed his love twice in 24 hours and had another man's cum leaking out of me.

Mostly angry at myself for not being strong enough to stop what was happening to me and for getting aroused in the kitchen.

“I need to shower!” I say angrily, not able to control my emotions or my face as I storm pass the recliner to the bathroom.

I slam the door behind me and turn on the hot water. I step into the water and let the tears fall.

Tears of Anger, Tears of Shame, and Tears of Sadness merge together and go down the drain with the steaming water.