(Sarah's POV) The Worst Weekend of My Life - I Try to Seduce Liam

When Liam walks out of the bathroom, I am still leaning over the bed where Mr. Robinson left me after he finished. I feel his cum and my residual wetness leaking from my sore pussy.

Liam looked at me and chuckled. I felt a twinge of anger flash in my mind. How can he find any of this funny? Everything that I had suffered through to make sure that I will be a good partner to him, and he laughs at me.

“What are you doing?” he asks me.

“I just got fucked hard by your fucking favorite teacher, and he came in me again, so you might have to raise the bastard's bastard!” I scream in my head.

Instead I just sigh, “Resting. I've been doing a lot today. I'm worn out.” I sigh again and look away from him, afraid I will cry if I make eye contact.

Liam doesn't say anything, and suddenly I feel the need to ask him a very important question. “Do you think I'm pretty?” I ask, looking at him for the first time since he came out of the bathroom.

He stammers, “Yes, of course I do. You're the prettiest girl in the world."

His stammering answer makes me realize that question was not really the one I wanted to ask. “Do you think I'm... sexy?"

He stammers again, and seems uncomfortable. “Very much”

“And you are attracted to me, right?” I press him even though I can tell he is uncomfortable. I need to know. “Sexually, I mean.”

“I am. All the time,” he replies without any hesitation.

“But earlier you stopped me...” I start to say

“I thought you were just being innocent! I was embarrassed because you gave me an, uh, you know, an erection.” He interrupts me and cutely whispers the last word of his sentence.

“Really!” I say, perking up and getting a little excited, my mind finally easing and starting to become aroused again. “I thought you didn't want me in that way. That's why I've been letting—” I catch myself before saying anything about Mr. Robinson. “Well, worried I wasn't attractive.”

“Sarah, you're so hot it's ridiculous. Just a glance of your body is enough to get me hard.” The love of my life says to me and moves closer to the bed.

“If that's the case, maybe I can do something for you.” I say for a minute, forgetting about the mess Mr. Robinson's latest creampie had caused. Quickly remembering, “Not sex. Not yet. But maybe I could... use my mouth?”

Liam seems a little shocked at my boldness but quickly recovers and looks at me almost hungrily. “I mean, if you're offering, hell yeah!” he says excitedly.

I quickly drop to my knees and pull down his pants. His dick is perfect, not nearly as long and thick as Mr. Robinson's and also a lot cleaner. It makes me wish all over again that he could have been my first ... everything. The sight and the clean smell of his cock get me very horny.

“Oh yeah, I can definitely take this.” I say hungrily as I take him fully in my mouth, working my tongue around his head and taking his shaft fully into my mouth. It goes down my throat just a little bit, but nothing like Mr. Robinson's. Liam's dick is literally perfect for me.

I suck and lick him, trying to get him off, but before I can even really get started. “Hey Ginger Tits!” Mr. Robinson hollers from the next room. His voice impatient. “I'm hungry!” He says, like he is making a joke. I tense up because I know what he wants.

“Yeah! Just a second!” I yell back, hoping to finish up with Liam.

I hear his heavy footsteps quickly coming to the bedroom. I quickly pull Liam's pants up. Just barely making it before Mr. Robinson swings the door open violently. He doesn't bother to knock. He acts like he owns the place and me along with it.

He has a wolfish, hungry smile on his face. “Let's go; you've got cooking to do, amongst other things.” He says, grabbing me roughly by the arm, pulling me up, and practically dragging me from the room away from Liam.

“I could go for another creampie.” He says, winking at me as he closes the door to the bedroom.

How can he have that much cum in him, I wonder, not for the first time of this whole ordeal. I think about trying to pull away from him, but I worry about the consequences.

He pulls me into the kitchen and further away from the man I love.