Why I Met Your Mother - Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Why I Met Your Mother - Chapter Seven

... uncontrollably as she involuntarily sent his cock over the edge. He roared out, slightly too loudly, pulling back and leaving just the tip inside as it began to spew his cum. He held her fast, making sure the first few streaks filled her mouth. As the waves of orgasm continued, he pulled back even further, deliberately spraying the rest over her nose and chin, forcing it to drip down to her chest, staining the flowery collar of her clean dress. She sat there, bewildered and broken, crying into his lap and gulping desperately for air. His knees pressed heavily down on her shoulders, her tears now mixing with the hot fresh sperm coating her face. She couldn't believe this had happened, that it was happening, that even after everything he wouldn’t let up on her. Their eyes met, her tearful ones with his satisfied ones, it ripped her to the core, to have been made such a filthy and damaged girl, already at her young age. She would never be able to undo what he had done to her. It would lie there in her history forever, like a gigantic dark stain. Guilt also tore deep into her core, that she was having to satisfy the sexual needs of this man which her mum was still in love with. The emotional pain was the worst. She had to deal with it all, whilst he sat there, smug and indifferent, without a care, no feelings, no nothing. She felt more scared than she ever had done before. It was as if something huge was haunting her and tracking her down to swallow her whole. Her tears ran down ...

... his overalls as she cradled her head against his thigh. "I hate you. I just hate you so much. Please just let me go." She begged him, wanting to be free today, but also free to have her life back altogether. He simply blinked and released his grip around her hair, still keeping his eyes with hers. He felt elated, his cock resting in his lap, flexing randomly at the aftershocks of the orgasm. His creamy seed appeared to shimmer on her cheeks and somehow she looked more beautiful than ever. He wondered for a second if it was mostly because he was still getting one over on her young boyfriend. But in fact no, it wasn’t that at all. Her own young pretty innocence, mixed with glistening pearls of his hot cum all over her face did just look beautiful. He finally sighed out and came back from his reverie. He realised that as he was staring, she’d actually been talking. They sounded like hateful and panicked words as well. His legs dropped from her shoulders and he sat back up, stuffing his overalls full again. "Christ that’s better,” he said, ignoring her desperate monotonous pleas. He mopped his brow with his sleeve, then cleared his dry throat. “Right, I'll drop you home before work." he talked matter-of-factly, leaving her space to clamber free. She scrabbled quickly back onto her seat, still feeling giddy and sick to the stomach as she buckled herself in. She had no more fight inside her. Her stream of tears seemed almost unending, even as he started the van up and happily drove ...