Why I Met Your Mother - Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Why I Met Your Mother - Chapter Seven

The story so far: Phil’s girlfriend, Sadie, has a teenage daughter called Kiara. By now, Phil is regularly raping Kiara, oblivious to the fact she has her own boyfriend: Jake. Yesterday, Kiara and Jake were going to celebrate their six month anniversary together. That was until Phil kidnapped her and took her to a hotel for a night with him instead. Chapter Seven Early the next morning, Phil woke up to the sound of voices. They were muffled, and the words were indistinct, but the din was still loud enough to break through his fuzzy dreams. He sat up, wondering who it could’ve been disturbing his sleep. After a few seconds he’d managed to get his bearings, and he let out a tired sigh. It was only other hotel guests passing by outside their door, making their way down to breakfast, but not being very conspicuous about it. Feeling relieved, he yawned and then laid back, his mouth dry. He fumbled for the glass on the table and leaned over to glug down the rest of the champagne, the drink now totally flat. He licked his lips and rubbed his hand over his face, turning over to look across at Kiara, still situated on the chair beside the bed. She’d remained naked, curled up into a tight ball, her knees pushed up against her chest as she slept. The pose didn’t look all that comfortable, with her head resting on the wooden arm of the seat, her breathing still deep as she continued to slumber. The entire night her sleep had been troubled by nightmares. Several times she’d woken up, ...

... gasping for breath as she hallucinated feeling his breath on her cheek. She was sure she could see his steely eyes glimmering in the darkness, hovering above her as he came over to ravage her body again. By the time she realised it was just another terrifying nightmare, she was already fully awake and her heart was racing. Watching the girl’s serene expression this right now though, as her weary body tried to get some sort of rest, no one would’ve possibly guessed that she’d been viciously anally raped the night before. Phil stretched himself out under the warm cover, breathing some life back into his stiff limbs. Even now, some twelve hours after the event, he could still feel the pinch of Kiara’s sexy ass stretched around his thrusting cock. It gradually began to stiffen at the memories, and he reached down to jerk himself to semi-hardness. It was just a couple of strokes, but as he rustled the bedclothes, she quickly stirred. She woke with a start, forgetting for a second exactly where she was. But the uncomfortable solid wooden slat under her head, and the rhythmic throbbing in her sore anus, were soon reminder enough. She groaned out in pain and fluttered her eyes open, adjusting her vision before seeing his face smiling over at her. She spotted his hand leisurely masturbating under the covers and recoiled quickly in petrified fear. She gave a loud yelp of surprise as her head bumped against the padded back of the chair. Her body felt cramped and uncomfortable. She went to ...