“Hey,” he said in a strangulated voice, stepping back momentarily. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that. You show me some respect now I’m going to be your stepdad officially. I’m not going anywhere. Did you see what that ring said? Always! And that’s how long I’m staying in your life for Kiara, always!”
She’d already moved further along the wall though, away from him, now weeping harder, her forehead back against her arms. “He took the few steps back over to her, now standing directly behind, leaning forward to place a firm hand on her right shoulder. “Come on. You didn’t really think I was just going to give all this up did you? Without any kind of challenge?” Wind gusted over the two of them, sending her dress flowing up against his legs. He looked lasciviously down at her and spoke. “I don’t want to leave my house. My job.” Her shoulders quaked slightly against his touch, her strength weakening as she broke down. His free hand was already moving noiselessly downwards to the hem of her dress, lifting it up, just so far as to reach underneath it. “… or my girl..” He continued, his voice soft now, getting closer to her ear. Her whole body immediately stiffened as she felt his rough fingers tickling at the back of her thighs, feeling like he was trying to touch her panties.
“No. No,” she gasped out, instinctively pushing back from the wall with her arms. But his hand was still clamped on her shoulder, his body starting to rest against hers, and she could do nothing, but simply move back where she was. “You can’t Phil. Not here.” She took in one deep breath and turned her head slightly so she faced more towards the back door. With every ounce of strength she had left, and with his fingers already pulling her panties down over her ass, she began to scream. “Mu-“ Half way through the word, and his large hand moved up to smother her mouth, making the sound disappear entirely. She took in another huge breath through her nose, and screamed again, but his fleshy palm, and huge thick fingers blocked everything, making it impossible. She kept her gaze fixed on the closed back door, willing anyone at all to come out and catch him. Right now she didn’t care who: A smoker, a waiter, even her mother.
The idea of being caught was also having an effect on Phil though, and by the time he’d lowered his fly, and brought out his cock, it was rock hard, and more than ready to push into the girl’s snug pussy. Originally he’d wanted to get home, before raping her, and wringing out every last drop of triumph from the night’s work. But if anything this was even hotter, and even more fitting. With the food not even cold on their plates inside, and Sadie still admiring her new engagement ring, he was lining up his cock at Kiara’s opening, rolling his hips to get into position properly, bracing himself to push hard against her dry labia. Keeping his hand firmly over her mouth, so hard that the back of her head pressed against his shoulder, he shoved upwards, forcing his way inside, the burning friction of her dry folds pulling his foreskin right back and making him twitch in pleasure. Her whole body tensed up against him as she felt him drive his whole length into her bruised cunt, the pain wracking through her. It had been a week and a half since she’d been fucked, and even then it had been by the smaller cock of Phil’s boss. She had been healing surprisingly fast, yet all the old hurt was coming back to her as he started to move in and out. Even though he had to stay quiet, he did gasp out as he felt the hot velvet of her pussy walls pulling him in, tempting him to fuck her. His cock twitched as it rested inside, fully enveloped before he started to pull out and move. He couldn’t waste time just luxuriating in the feeling of her warmth, he had a lifetime to do that. Right now he had to just deliver his cum inside her as quickly as possible.
His movements were then rough, driving in right to the hilt, before pulling back out again and then starting over. Deep and hard strokes they were, urgent and deliberate thrusts. She could tell this was just a quickie for him. A celebratory fuck to assert his authority over her once again. The world began to spin about her, and despite the cool evening air, she felt hot and lightheaded as he raped her mercilessly. She struggled to stay upright balanced atop her sparkly silver heels, and Phil’s grip was the only thing keeping her held up, his thrusts from behind jostling the poor girl like a ragdoll. Tears streamed down over the back of his hand as her nose snorted, trying to get any air she could. He was pulling her back in time with his pumping cock, and she ended up so far from the wall that she had to put her hands out, flat against it, propping herself up
“Mm that’s it.. ride me…” he was saying, under his breath but so close to her ear that she could feel the hot plosives from his words. “Nice and deep that’s it. Make me cum that’s a good girl.” It felt like forever since he’d actually fucked her, even if it had only been ten days. He knew this couldn’t last long, but it felt like heaven to be wrapped tight by the silken walls of her unwilling pussy again. He’d jerked himself off at least twice every day at the thought of this eventual sex, and right now it was not disappointing. Her fingers pressed hard at the rough bricks of the wall, finding no purchase at all, but desperately just trying to keep herself stood up, against the ever growing vicious fucking she was being subjected to. Her nose continued to puff air in and out, simply to keep oxygen flowing to her head and stop her from fainting altogether. There they were again, those pitch black walls enclosing around her life, putting her right back where she started. She should’ve known it were too good to be true. She had trusted herself too much to even think that this nightmare was actually over. Even as her cheeks flushed and her tears sprang from her stinging eyes again, the scorching pain in her sore pussy plunged straight to her core.
Phil’s hulking body was leaning over her, trying to keep his own balance, holding the two of them up as he continued to shove unceremoniously inside her, his movements frantic and hard. Every powerful thrust he now made up into her tightness was to reassert himself over her. He’d held himself back over all these days and it had been torture, but now he was unleashing it all on her. Every smug smile she’d given him across the room, every little wink, or knowing comment she’d made in front of her mum, thinking she was free. Not a chance, he would never let it happen. His movements were hampered by the clothes they both wore, but still he managed to squeeze the majority of his thick cock up inside her, her silken lips massaging his whole length, simultaneously tempting him forward to his climax, whilst also willing him to hold on so he could enjoy them more. “You’re mine Kiara,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his own dominance over her also turning him on more. “You’re fucking mine, and you always will be.”