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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

and dirt down there. She scanned the matted carpet, trying to focus her eyes to make out if there was any sign of the ring. Unfortunately, she couldn’t see into all the tiny nooks by the doors and underneath the seats. Slowly she began crawling around, digging her hands into the unseen places, feeling for any sparkling metal. She tried to cram herself into all sorts of positions, wedging her arm down past the fixed seats to rummage amongst old sweet papers and cigarette ends. She continued to search, stuck on her hands and knees in the gloom, occasionally glancing at his legs to make sure he wasn’t making any sudden movements. Above her, Phil was smirking away to himself, rubbing his chin as she bumped and jostled herself around the cramped van. He smiled as he spotted her panties peeking out from under her peach dress. “Got to be down there somewhere. It’s got to be.” He chatted away thoughtfully, trying to encourage her. Once he felt her scrabbling around again at the front, he parted his legs slightly, feeling her shifting herself underneath them to check the corners by the driver’s side. Just as she was in exactly the right position, he reached through and grabbed at her dress, yanking the collar tight and making her gulp for air. AS she did so, she raised her head in alarm, coming up in surprise right next to his crotch. Before she realized where she was, and had a chance to possibly pull away in disgust, he’d clamped his legs firmly together, trapping her shoulders ... exactly where they were. He chuckled quietly as she struggled, amazed at his plan working as easily as clockwork. He looked down at her, and then leaned forward, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers. "Can't find it, no?" he grinned menacingly and shuffled forward in his seat, his strong muscles acting like a steel vice around her twisting body. He pushed his crotch closer to her face, his cock already swelling at the prospect of sticking it in her mouth. "I might be able to set you in the right direction if you..." he trailed off, palming his hand against his overalls. "... want me to." Her heart was pelting away like mad in her chest. The smell of his unwashed crotch filled her nostrils and she felt her face flushing in disgust and fear. She’d just wanted to get her prized gift back, then get off home. That was all. Hadn’t he already done enough to her, without wanting more? "I don’t want to do that!" she cried out. She could already see the tent of an erection starting to form in his trousers and its close proximity to her face made her panic. She tried to jerk her shoulders, this way and that to try and wriggle free, but her arms were well and truly pinned to her sides, stopping her from even being able to attack him with her hands. Her lip trembled at the idea of him trying to force her to suck his dirty cock. She hadn’t even done it before, the only time she had was when he’d forced it into her mouth, and that was horrific enough. She shook her head at him ...