Why I Met Your Mother - Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Why I Met Your Mother - Chapter Seven

... pleadingly. "Please, I can’t. You can’t make me do that. I don’t want the ring anymore. Please, just let me go.” She begged with all of her might, trying to seek out some kind of humane quality in this monster of a man. He’d taken everything from her, and even now he was proposing for her to suck his cock, that had barely been out of her ass twelve hours. She could however already see that her beseeching was fruitless. He had that mania in his eyes that he always got once he had his sights set on abusing her. Her shrill voice bounced around the interior of the van, but right now he was sick of her protestations and he simply bent his knee, curling his leg behind her head, driving it forward. He grabbed her hair to help smother her face more with his bulge, rendering her words only muffled yelps against the fabric. "It's ok. Don’t worry,” he said soothingly. “It's quite easy. you were great at it last time." He held her head perfectly in place in the narrow triangle of space, her chin quivering against his balls as he pushed down his zip, and snapped open his button, flicking his thick cock out. She quaked as it stood there, solid in front of her face, the shaft still stained with streaks of grime and encrusted blood from the night before. He slowly pulled the uncut skin down, exposing the moist purple head to her, letting her see in abject fear as it flexed and twitched eagerly. He shuffled himself down a little, and peaked out the windows to make sure they were definitely ...

... covered enough. Luckily the van's windows were tall enough for her to easily gag on his cock here in the front seat and still be obscured by his legs and the steering wheel. As long as he didn’t let on too much with his facial expression that she was blowing him, no one would be any the wiser. The tears that had threatened to fall earlier had now started their path down her cheeks. She couldn’t believe it. Yet another nightmare was starting, and she just couldn’t help but give into her sadness like this and weep. “No, no,” she kept repeating, over and over like a mantra. “No, please, no.” The word only made his job easier though, as he pinched her nose and guided his cock right between her lips, shaped into a convenient circle for him. As he pushed her head forwards, easing the rancid meat right to the back of her tongue, her protests became nothing more than muffled sounds emanating from her throat. He groaned out at the feel of her rough wet tongue dragging along the underside of his dick. She sobbed bitterly, screwing her eyes up as he tugged more on her hair, starting to roll his hips and nudge with the tip at her tight throat. He shut his eyes and put his head back, relaxing and pretending to the outside world that he was maybe even having a nap. His restrained moans bounced around the cold van as he felt her lips go further down. “That’s it,” he whispered, hardly even moving his lips. “Go on. Suck it for me. Suck it deep Kiara. Come on.” His invasive cock felt huge as it ...