Mouth of Coercion - Sex Stories

Mouth of Coercion

... be reversed. But, that was different because yesterday, Brynn was innocent of the knowledge that he was being fucked by Miranda's father. Now that he knew, he was pierced by the saber of guilt. But, Al would not only release the video but he would also find a way to reveal his betrayal to Miranda. He heard Oscar's voice coming his way and he knew he had to decide. Time was evaporating and if he was going to flee, he had to do it NOW! When Oscar's face appeared, Brynns knees were shaking. It was either him or Miranda. As selfish as it seemed, he just could NOT let that video be seen by the wrong eyes. He hated that he was throwing sweet Miranda's trust and friendship to the dogs and he hated feeling like the most despicable traitor in history, but he just … he just had no choice. It was him or her and he just could not choose any other way. His fingers trembled as the big man put his cell phone on the high dresser next to the family picture, an irony of notice. “Okay cocksucker, time to lay back down and get yourself screwed,” he commanded. There was time … there were a few seconds … Brynn could still jet for the door. Instead, he felt his body leaning back. It was laying down. It was laying flat and he became fully aware of the traitorous adultery he was about to commit … fully aware that he had surrendered and he was going to let Miranda's father fuck him. And he lay still and silent while the big man once again got on top of him. His head spun with agony. The man's penis ...

... touched his lips. The man's hardness pushed and Brynn permitted his mouth to spread and he felt Oscar's stiff shaft going all of the way into him again. Brynn's lone refuge against his torment and agony was the single notion that it was Oscar who was causing it to happen. Brynn was not initiating anything. Oscar was creating the betrayal by being the aggressor and by pushing his cock into Brynn's resigned throat. The idea was a scant refuge from the assault of guilt, but he seized upon it. With that as his only emotional sanctuary, Brynn knew that there was nothing left except to still and let the big man fuck him until he was done --- just lay still and take it. Let the man use his throatpussy. Do nothing but lay still and be a good fuck and let Oscar use him. Any amount of participation would only lead to more agonizing feelings of guilt. And so, the big man moaned and groaned and slowly fucked and sometimes seemed like he was making love. Making love? Was this what it was like when Miranda's dad fucked her mother? Was this was what it was like to lay under him and be screwed by him? Oscar had impregnated her mother and now Brynn was laying with him and would know what being inseminated by him was like. It was crazy! He was being fucked by Miranda's father! Brynn was the “other woman”. Brynn was the one copulating with her father! Brynn was her father's whore. How would he ever face her? She would somehow know that her father's big balls had been bouncing on his face. She ...