1. Why I Met Your Mother - Chapter Seven


    Date: 11/29/2014, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Coercion, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Author: MadeToFit, Rating: 59.1, Source: sexstories.com

    dominated her mouth. The taste was foul against the back of her mouth and she instantly began to cough and gag against it. There was no chance to properly though, and she only managed to snort through her nose. She felt dizzy and sick as Phil pushed his leg against the back of her head, starting up a violent impatient rhythm in her mouth. He flung her head back and forth, using her mouth like she were some kind of ragdoll sextoy. She just sat there, unable to do anything else but let him use her. Her hot tears flowed easily, and she felt his pubic hair tickling at her nose several times as she tried to keep conscious. Her chin drooped slackly open and her jaw was aching with the insistence of his thrusts. She let out wet strangulated noises as he pounded his cock against her young face. He opened his eyes again, looking down, hoping to see hers. Instead they were tightly shut, tears sneaking out from under the lids. He gritted his teeth and looped her hair through the steering wheel to give him more leverage on it, holding it fast, suspending her head in place as he started to fuck her mouth harder. "Open your eyes. come on. Open them up and look at me if you want that lovely ring again." he could feel her spluttering with revulsion against his cock as it started to make her throat bulge out. She slowly pulled her eyes open, looking up at his face, blurred from all of her crying. The metallic taste of her own blood was strong by now and she felt like she was going to be ...
    sick. Her stomach was churning and grinding away, and her throat was on the verge of making her vomit. Every time she went to wretch though, it just left her throat gaping wide, allowing Phil to ram his cock into the vacant space, and stopping her body from doing what it wanted to. She did her best to resist the urge and close her eyes again, wincing every time her hair was pulled up with his relentless fucking of her mouth. She couldn’t take it, her mouth was full of cock and she felt worthless and betrayed yet again. Only then did the awful suspicion begin to dawn on her that he didn’t have her ring after all. That she was doing this all for nothing, only to satisfy his animalistic urges towards her. The thoughts only made her feel even worse, and she cried harder, giving in totally to her desolation and helplessness. Before long his cock started to twitch harshly in her throat. his feelings of lust began to take him over, turned on even more by the realisation that he’d been in each one of her three holes in the last few hours. He shoved his ass to the edge of the seat, finally relenting a little and dropping his legs down over her shoulders. His heels dug into her back as he pushed up and literally fucked at her mouth like it were her deep pussy. The cold zip of his fly tapped against her chin as he pounded away furiously at the last few strokes to take him into oblivion. It already sounded like she were drowning from having his cock forcing its way so deep, and she gurgled ...
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