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

    sit up in the chair to relax her muscles some but the result was agony. Every movement caused her buttocks to rub together, making her asshole sting like crazy. She whined and screwed her face up, trying to readjust herself as gingerly as she could. She looked warily over at him, pain etched all over her face as she tried to grow accustomed to it. She trembled slightly, watching him carefully, scared that he was already gearing himself up to inflict more sexual abuse on her defenceless young body this morning. "Still hurt a bit does it?" he asked concerned, as if he weren’t the root cause of it in the first place. "It will do for a while." He took his hand from his cock, and rolled himself over to the edge of the bed nearest her, looking straight into her distressed tear-stained face. Though he couldn’t expect much different, the disgust and fear in her eyes hurt him. "I'll buy you some cream for it or something, ok?" he looked lovingly over to her, almost as if he were a parent buying her painkillers for a tummy ache. He kicked the covers off of him and sat up, sitting opposite her now and taking in the sight of her crumpled naked body. His cock sat semi-erect in his lap and Phil was sizing up the situation. He hadn’t originally planned on doing anything to her for the rest of the stay here, and yet, she still looked so hot just sitting there, completely naked. He could easily just get up, grasp her ankles, stretch each of her legs over the arms of the chair and take her. ...
    A quick hard fuck, just before breakfast. Though the idea of cumming inside her pussy this early in the morning was very tempting, he knew it would only make the hurt in her eyes even stronger. Maybe it was time to relent a little and let the girl have a breather. After all, if he pushed her too far, she might actually end up telling someone, and then he could never have her again. He therefore chose to ignore his impetuous cock, and try to think of the long-term. She felt so vulnerable sitting there, knowing that she was as naked as he was. "Stop staring at me" she protested, her voice sounding feeble and nasal from her weeping. She tried hopelessly to cover her private areas with her small hands, still leaving plenty on show for him. She knew of course that by now he’d seen every inch of her body countless times, yet she still couldn’t quite give up her natural sense of modesty. She squeezed her legs tightly together as she felt his eyes burning into her skin. The silent staring soon became too much for her to handle and she stood up to find some clothing to shield herself properly from his penetrating gaze. The pain, which had eased a little came back instantly and she winced, trying not to shriek out from it. She steeled herself to move over to her bag, as quickly and comfortably as she could. She limped awkwardly forward, then turned herself away so that her ass wasn’t too much on show to him as she bent over to rummage for fresh clothes. Her puckered little hole still ...
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