1. Why I Met Your Mother - Chapter Seven


    Date: 6/28/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Coercion, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Author: MadeToFit, Rating: 59.1, Source: sexstories.com

    showed though, a flaming sore mess of dried cum and her own blood. She picked out the new summer dress she’d brought along, and it instantly reminded her of Jake. She tried her best to ignore what should’ve actually been happening right at this moment. Originally she was meant to be waking up in a warm cosy tent, still in the comfort of Jake’s arms. They should be together, laughing, flirting and touching, maybe even making love once more before getting dressed and parting. Instead she was here: In a strange hotel room with her mum’s vile boyfriend, feeling more defiled than ever. She delicately pulled on her spare underwear, a light blue bra with matching panties, and then slipped the peach coloured cotton dress over her head. It flowed elegantly around her, running to just above her knees. She suddenly noticed he was still watching her and she deliberately turned to face away from him. She knew she looked cute in this dress, that’s exactly why she’d chosen to bring it, but she resented Phil even getting to see her in it. She ignored him and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was looking like a mess from her tears, and how she had slept. She gathered it all together and pulled it up into a ponytail, slipping the tight elastic hair band from yesterday back around it. He moved to the end of the bed, sitting with his hands on his bare knees as he studied her. His cock still twitched as he took in every move she made. As soon as he saw the dress fall down around her, ...
    he knew he had to touch the soft material. He stood up and peered over her shoulder, appearing in the reflection behind her as she sorted out her hair. "Yep. You look beautiful." he offered approvingly, his smile appearing right beside her bitter grimace in the glass. He kissed her lightly on the cheek, ran his fingers down the patterned embroidery on her sleeve, and then turned to dress himself. His own spare clothes were in the boot of the van, but he still had his stuff from the night before. He pulled his boxers on, and then freed his overalls from the hanger. "I've got work this afternoon,” he said gruffly. “I don’t know what you're doing with yourself." he buttoned his shirt back up, smelling the sleeve to check its freshness. "I'm going to see Jake" she muttered, as she perched on the edge of the bed and slipped on her flat shoes, looking down at the floor for a few moments. Her voice was in a perfect monotone, keeping free from any emotion. She was trying to stay cold and unreachable to him, even though he’d now had himself buried in every intimate part of her body she had. She stood up sharply and looked past him, grabbing her bag, hoping to get out of this place as quickly as possible. Inside, she was already extremely nervous how Jake would react to her. What would he say? Even though it wasn’t her fault, she knew he would be heartbroken, and she had this dreadful heavy feeling that he would blame her for it all. He wasn’t like all the other guys at school. He was ...
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