(Sarah's POV) Things Get Out of Hand Part 2

Mr. Robinson pulls me into the bedroom that I share with Liam; luckily, he is still asleep in the recliner.

“Oh perfect, he is already in his little cuck chair.” Mr. Robinson says while chuckling to himself.

“What? No! Please, no!” I plead loudly.

“Shut up, Ginger Tits,” Mr. Robinson says menacingly. “We wouldn't want Cucky to wake up, would we?”

He bends me over the bed roughly. My sheet quickly becomes damp with my hysteric tears. All I can think is that I am about to lose my virginity to this evil, vile, disgusting man mere feet away from the love of my life.

Bent over the bed, I remember a conversation with Liam where I told him I wanted to love my lover in the eyes the first time. I wanted to look him in the eyes as I gave myself to my husband, my lover, and my best friend. He made a stupid joke about doggy-style, and I got angry and told him that doggy-style was for whores and animals. How appropriate that now an animal is about to fuck a stupid whore, who was too dumb and weak to stop him.

I look over at Liam. I cannot do this in front of him. I look back at Mr. Robinson and plead, “Does it have to be here? He could wake up or—” He interrupts me with a vicious slap on my ass that makes my whole body shake and flinch.

“Stop your bitching, Ginger Tits. This is how I want it.” He snarls.

I cannot bear to look at him. I turn back around and stare at the wall. Trying to think about happier times, trying to imagine that Liam is behind me. I hear him spit in his hand, and his rough hands rub up and down my dry slit, making it easier for my body to take him. He rubs his vile, nasty dick up and down my pussy, spreading his spit and precum on the outside of my vagina. He presses it against the entrance of my body.

“Do you feel that?” He asks, his voice husky.

God help me, I do feel it, and it feels horrible. I know how big his dick is and how thick. I am terrified. “Yes, I feel it. It hnnnnnnng.”

Whatever I was planning to say was lost when Mr. Robinson shoved what feels like his entire cock into my body in one go. Tearing through my hymen, violating my body, my soul, and my love for Liam. I clench the sheets, biting my tongue so hard that I taste blood in my mouth.

“Fucking hell! This pussy is amazing.” He says in triumph as he roughly grabs my hips and shoves even more of his cock into me until I feel his pubic hair against my shaven skin. He starts to pump in and out hard and fast. His old balls slapping hard against me, his hips hitting again and again against my sore, bruised ass.

“Please! Slower!” I plead desperately through the pain and tears, “It hurts so bad!” Mr. Robinson just ignores me and, if anything, fucks into me harder and faster than before. My heavy breasts are slapping against my face, so I put my head down to stop them as he continues to thrust into me over and over again. I look over at Liam's alarm clock and focus on the numbers as Mr. Robinson just keeps thrusting and going. After 40 minutes, I feel his thrusting start to get more erratic and his cock start to swell.

This breaks me from my trance on the clock. He cannot cum in me; I am not on any birth control, and I will not let this monster impregnate me. “Wait! Stop! I'm not on birth control!” I plead and try to get up off the bed and get him off of me.

Mr. Robinson grabs my hips tighter, pulling me tight against him. “Fuuuuck! I don't give a shit! I am cumming in this pussy!” He moans while holding me tight against him, and I feel his cock swell and shoot load after load into my unprotected womb.

He collapses against my back, his sweaty, fat body pushing me further into the bed. I feel his cock soften inside me and slip out. “Besides, it doesn't matter too much at my age,” he says as he walks out of the room, his cock soft and slapping softly against his bare thighs.

I collapse on the bed and sob hysterically as I replay what just happened in my head over and over again. I cry until there are no more tears, but I continue to sob like a wounded animal.

I cry over the fact that this monster has taken everything away from me.

I cry because Liam allowed him into our home.

I cry because I know it was partially my fault, and I was too weak to stop it.

I cry because I know that regardless of what he says, he could still get me pregnant with his demon spawn.

I cry because I know that he will never stop.

I cry.

Finally, I stop sobbing, and I feel his cum leaking out of my sore, violated pussy onto my legs and bed.

I try to stand up to shower, but my legs give out.

I crawl to the shower.