(Sarah's POV) Things Escalate

Things with Mr. Robinson have gotten worse and worse as the weeks go on. He insists that Liam will need to be satisfied multiple times a day, so I am now giving him up to 6 blowjobs a day. One as soon as he gets up in the morning, 3 or 4 while Liam is at work, and then the last one when Liam goes to bed.

No matter how many times I brush my teeth and rinse out my mouth, I still taste his cock in my mouth and feel his thick cum on my tongue. He says that I am getting better and closer to taking all of his vile, thick cock into my throat without gagging. He says as soon as I can do that, we will move onto the next lesson. I am scared to find out what that could be but also know that I need to learn to be the perfect wife for Liam.

Mr. Robinson says he will not leave me for some better woman who cooks, cleans, and can satisfy him better than me. He makes sure that I know how hot some of the girls Liam works with are and how easy it would be for a great guy with a good job like Liam to get them.

I cannot bear the spankings whenever I mess up. I looked at my butt in the mirror, and the bruises were starting to fade, but last night he punished me severely for not being able to swallow his entire load and letting some spill onto his balls. He finally stopped spanking me when I agreed to rim his ass. The smell almost made me gag. The sweat seemed trapped in the hair around his dirty hole. He sat on my face, and I almost felt like I was going to suffocate, but he just kept grinding his hairy hole into my tongue as he jacked his cock. He finally came all over my breasts and got off of me.

I showered twice and brushed my teeth 3 times, but I still went to bed smelling his sweaty ass in my nose and tasting it in my mouth. Mr. Robinson told me before he let me clean up that from now on if I cannot take all of his cock down my throat and swallow all of his cum, I will be rimming his ass every night. I have to get better; I never want to have to do that again.

I lay in bed next to Liam, watching his chest rise and fall. "I am doing this all for him," I keep telling myself. I am doing this for us and our future.

I finally fall asleep, but even there I cannot escape Mr. Robinson and his disgusting cock. In my dream, I am looking up at him from my knees, his vile cock in my mouth. I look up at him and see his greasy hair, yellow teeth, and piggy eyes.

“That's it, Ginger Tits,” he groans. “You were always a slow learner, but I knew you would catch on eventually.”

I look down in humiliation and shame, but then I see my finger rubbing my clit, making me squirm and moan around his cock.

“You love this, don’t you, Ginger Tits?” Mr. Robinson smirks. “That's right get that virgin pussy ready for me.”

I wake up disgusted; Liam is still in bed even though his alarm is going off. Something is wrong.