(Sarah's POV) Monday from Hell – Liam Will Be Home Late

I dutifully clean off the cum and pussy juice off Mr. Robinson's cock. I worry that he might get hard again and fuck me again, but eventually he pulls away from my sucking mouth.

“Damn Ginger Tits, you sure are hungry for this old man cock.” he chuckles above me.

He acts like I enjoy his constant sexual advances and torturous cock.

“I have to run some errands. I won't be very long, but make sure you clean yourself and this house up; it smells like a whorehouse in here.”

As soon as he leaves the room, I go to the bathroom. As I sit on the toilet, I feel his cum leak out of me into the toilet, and the sound makes me want to vomit.

I take a shower in the hottest water I can stand and scrub myself until the water runs cold. Then, I sit in the tub and cry until the water heater fills, and then I shower again.

Getting out of the tub, I get dressed and strip the bed; it smells of Mr. Robinson's sweat, cum, and most shamefully, my pussy. I cannot believe what he has done to me in just a few short weeks, and I am terrified to see how far he will still go.

The dishes are done, and the bedding is in the dryer when he returns. I hear his pants hit the ground before I see him. He turns the corner into the kitchen with his cock hard and pointing out in front of him.

“Get over here, Ginger Tits, and welcome me properly.”

Walking over and crouching onto my knees, I cannot help but wonder once again how Liam and I let this all happen. I swallow his cock whole in one gulp, taking him in my throat, moving up with my mouth, and using my hand to stroke him. He is already leaking precum, so I am hoping that I can get him off quickly and not have to deal with another awful creampie.

He grabs my head and starts fucking into my throat hard and fast, basically using my mouth as a fleshlight with no regard to the fact that I am even human. The worst part is that I let him because I know he can do worse things to me.

Over the gagging sound of him fucking my throat, I hear my phone ring. I am mortified when Mr. Robinson answers it, his other hand grabbing my hair and forcing me up and down his cock.

“What's going on, kiddo?” he asks.

I am relieved that it is only Liam. What if it had been my parents or, worse, Liam's mom? How would I explain to them why a strange man answered my phone while I choked on his dick in the background?

“She has her hands full at the moment." I hear him chuckle at his own sick joke. “I can give her a message, though.”

“Great, my boy." I can hear excitement in his voice, and he starts fucking into my throat harder and faster. “That kind of work ethic and dedication is why I like you so much.”

Even with the weeks of training, I cannot help but panic as I feel like I cannot breathe and he is going to suffocate me. Out of reflex, I put my hands on his thighs and try to pull away.

He pulls my hair hard and smacks me across the face and roars, “No! Don't stop! Go Faster and Deeper!”

He holds the phone with his neck and shoulder and uses both hands to **** me up and down his cock, hammering into me until I feel like I am going to pass out.

Finally, I feel his cum jet down my throat. “There you go," he grunts above me. “Take it all.”

“Oh, I am sure that we will find lots of ways to stay entertained.” Mr. Robinson says with an evil smirk on his face.

He pulls me up from the floor by my hair and smacks my ass so hard that I think I feel it in my teeth.

As he hangs up the phone, he pulls me close to him; the stench of his BO and breath makes my eyes water; and he growls in glee. “Looks like it's just you and me for dinner and dessert, Ginger Tits. I think it's time for us to go down the Hershey Highway.”

I do not think I can fight him off this time; there is nothing that I can do to stop him from taking what he wants.

I start to cry; Mr. Robinson just laughs and tells me to make him some lunch.