His excitement was spiralling just as high as his nervousness, and he felt like any second, a member of staff was going to burst through the door an discover him, balls deep inside the weeping girl. Though the thought scared him somewhat, it also spurred him onwards, making his cock twitch, even from tight within her pussy walls. “Aren’t you!” With his hand still fastening her mouth shut, she had no choice but to nod her head to his question. The evening air was cold and already Phil could feel his cheeks starting to go a little numb. The atmosphere made her pussy feel even hotter than usual as he moved, her juices seeping out of her unwilling hole, betraying her and letting him enter her more easily. He was speeding up now and she knew these jerky urgent movements of old. She knew exactly what was about to happen, and she tensed her body up, waiting to be ejaculated into. His cock was vaguely twitching, his breath now hot on her cheek, sending goosebumps flooding over her shoulders and chest. More hot tears rolled down over the large paw covering her mouth, even as she felt him speed up to bring himself to the peak. Her muscles tightened in her arms as she clutched onto the wall for dear life, the cold making her grip unsteady though, her body shivering a little. With a strangulated sigh, she could hear as well as feel that he’d tipped over the edge. He puffed out his cheeks and projected a warm jet of air from between his lips against her neck, trying hard to keep the noise down as he came. He also held himself still, balls deep as his cock spasmed repeatedly, blasting off fresh warm cum into her each time. As ever, her body reacted of its own accord and welcomed his seed in, and she knew she would feel the disgusting stain of it inside her right through the night now. “Mmphh…” The muted sound she made was clearly one of revulsion as her body shuddered violently, a shiver running through her as the hot cum made her body feel even colder.
Barely a second after the last eruption from his balls, Phil was pulling himself out of her and stuffing his cock back away. She could already hear the jangle of the belt buckle, even before she’d realised he’d exited her fully. She let out a shaky breath, looking hopelessly ahead of her at the uneven brickwork of the restaurant’s old building. She didn’t even shudder as she felt the coarse texture of something rubbing up against her sopping entrance down there.
Phil had produced some serviettes from his pocket, and was now dabbing hurriedly at the mess between her legs. He held the serviette in place, to soak in as much of the cum as it could, then tossed it over into the rubbish bin beside them. With her thighs still slightly smeared, but everything else looking normal again, he hoisted up her panties and patted them in place, giving a satisfied sigh and blinking hard as he stepped back. He then grabbed for her wrist, trying to man handle her towards the back door. “Now you get back in there,” he said sharply. “And you show your mum the most perfect happy smile, or I’ll come in your room and fuck you again later. You hear me?”
She felt woozy and confused, and his voice sounded muffled like something were covering her ears.
The trauma was all too much for her to process and she physically couldn’t react to the things he was saying to her.
“Do you hear me!” he repeated, a deep sense of threat in his voice. He held her by the shoulder in front of the door, only allowing her forward once she’d answered satisfactorily enough.
She had no idea what he’d even asked of her, but nodded weakly just to get away. She took in a shaky breath through her nose, trying to stifle any more tears. Phil dragged out another serviette and handed it to her. “Get in!” he barked, and shoved her forward back into the warmth.
Still in a total daze, and with her pussy now starting to throb from a fresh ravaging, Kiara wandered on shaky legs back to her seat, carefully weaving through the tables, and almost getting lost twice before she sat down in front of her mum.
“Darling!” her mum said shocked, and leaned forward to try and touch the girl. She stayed huddled up on the other side of the table, her eyes red from being so tearful. She didn’t get out another word before Phil arrived, breezing in behind her and getting to his own place.
“Everything gone cold now has it?” He lifted his fork and poked disgusted at the remains of the meal, that had indeed now gone cold in their absence.
“Don’t eat that, it’s got all paper in it,” Sadie chided, then leaned forward across the table to fuss around her daughter’s obvious discomfort. “What’s the matter baby? Hmm? Look, I know it’s a bit of a shock, but Phil’s like family now. This will just bring us closer together. I want you to be happy for me. You can do that for me can’t you?”
Phil nudged her forcefully with his elbow, instantly sending the message to just leave it. “Sadie,” he hissed over, hoping that she would trust him this time.
“Come on, don’t bombard the poor girl. We talked everything over, and sorted everything out. Didn’t we Kiara?”
The younger girl just looked away, not wanting to meet either of their eyes. “Yeah,” she answered, faintly and with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “Fine.”
Despite still looking gravely concerned, Sadie did indeed trust Phil’s take on the situation and sat back in her chest, reaching to rest a hand on her fiance’s leg. “As long as we’re all happy. I don’t want anything spoiling tonight.” Her look towards her daughter was verging on reproachful, but the teenager hadn’t even registered it.
Just then, the waiter slinked over, trying not to look too embarrassed about the obvious drama that had been going on at this table, both the joyous and the awkward kind. “All finished?” he asked, already clearing the plates.
“Thank you yes,” Sadie said softly, her blissful balloon obviously now having been burst.
“Could we get the bill please mate,” Phil asked, already bringing out his wallet from his inside pocket.
The waiter hurried off with his stack of dirty crockery, leaving the table in peace once more. Kiara’s eyes were dull, and she shifted in her seat. Despite Phil having tried to wipe away the evidence from between her legs, she could still feel some of the cum deposited there. She looked straight over at her mum, willing the truth telepathically over into her mind. Couldn’t she smell the scent of sex all around her at this table? Couldn’t she recognise the sight of her traumatised daughter, freshly back from being raped just a few feet away?
But her obtuse mother really didn’t notice anything was wrong at all, and just fumbled for her bag ,to at least show willingness to split the bill. Phil’s hand rested on her arm though and he squeezed gently. “No no, this is all on me, every penny. Put your purse away baby.”
Kiara now tried her best to keep her breath steady. Everything was slowly sinking in, and she was also terrified that she was leaving an obvious puddle on the chair, which would become obvious when she stood up.