I wanted it to be over, I felt ashamed that I had let him fuck me and cum in me, but he did. I now just wanted this nightmare to be over, it couldn’t be true.
I didn’t know what he meant but when he said, “You can use the bathroom in the hall,” I quickly slid off the bed.
I knew I could use this to get away from him, even if it was only for a little while, and seeing that he too had started toward the bathroom at the back of the bedroom, but as I hurried out of the room, he made sure to tell me, “Come back when you’re finished.”
In the bathroom, I was relieved it was over, but I wasn’t sure what he meant by, “Clean yourself out.”
Figuring, he must have meant to say clean up, but I did feel as though I needed to pee, and as I did, it felt like I need to poop too. “Maybe that’s what he meant,” I thought.
Sitting down on the toilet, I tried but as I pushed, it didn’t seem like I was actually going to poo. Wiping my ass, I looked at the toilet paper and immediately asked myself, “What is that?”
It wasn’t poop, it white, “Oh my god, is it his cum?”
Actually, it was more a mix of lube and cum, but mainly KY, and as I tried to push out whatever it was, and feeling that more had dribbled out into the toilet, I stood up and looked.
I remember seeing that something white was floating and that some had sunk to the bottom, and realized it was probably KY that had sank to the bottom, but it suddenly panicked me thinking,“Is that his cum floating on top?”
I was scared, “What had I let him to do,” I thought.
A rush of emotion poured over me, I couldn’t believe I had actually let him fuck me and cum in me. “What should I do,” I thought, “what should I do?”
I really couldn’t believe what I had let him do, but I also knew he was waiting for me, and after a few minutes, I decided I had better go back. Looking in the toilet one last time, I wiped my ass again, flushed the toilet, and then taking a deep breath to regain my composure, I made my way back to the bedroom.
It was still kind of dark and when I didn’t see him right away, I felt relieved, but as I entered the room, moving over toward the bed, I became a little anxious thinking, “Where is he?”
Suddenly, John approached me, and as he put his hand on my shoulder, he gently guided me closer to the bed asking, “Are you okay?”
“Of course I was okay,” I thought, “why wouldn’t I be?”
I nodded my head, and as he had us sit on the end of the bed, he didn’t say anything for a moment. However, when I happened to look over at him, and I saw he was smiling, I inadvertently smiled too. John now put his hand on my thigh and after rubbing it he calmly said, “Why don’t you get back on the bed.”
“What, why,” I thought?
I was confused, thinking, “What am I going to do?”
Seeing I was hesitant, he turned me slightly, and coaxed me to get back on the bed. John had now stood up, and as I reluctantly turned to get on the bed, crawling on all fours, he too climbed up on the bed right behind me.
I didn’t understand, “How could he able to do it again, I thought, “how can he be hard, he had just cum a few minutes ago?”
John again instructed me to put my head down, and as I did, he immediately moved up, and spreading my legs, he again dabbed KY on my butthole. It made me tense up and as he teased it a little, eventually pushing his finger in me, I again tensed up. It did feel good and I hoped this was all he wanted to do, but when he again said, “Try to relax,” I immediately thought, “I don’t want to do it again.”
I decided to try to stop him from fucking me by tightening my ass, not letting him penetrate me, but the minute he tried to push into me, his cock seemed to slip in more easily than before. I couldn’t stop him, I didn’t want to do it anymore, but he was already in me and as I searched for what to do to stop him, I decided this time I wouldn’t help.
“Oh my god,” I thought, as he grabbed my hips and started fucking me again.
Desperately, I tried to not help, but I remember it actually felt kind of good, but I told myself, “Don’t help.”
Immediately noticing I wasn’t helping, he stopped and asked, “What’s wrong?”
I hesitated at first, but told him that I thought we were only going to do it once. It made him stop, but then he reached under me, and when he took hold of my cock, fondling it he said, “Come on, I thought you liked it.”
Feeling dejected, I again didn’t saying anything, which seemed to frustrate him, because John now aggressively grabbed my hips and said, “Let’s do it one more time.”
Again, when I didn’t say anything, it felt as though John was trying to forcibly fuck me, making me move back and forth. He obviously wanted to cum again, and like I said, it did feel good, but I continued to think to myself, “He had told me we would only do it once.”
I could tell John was becoming more and more frustrated and when he again said in an out of breath voice, “Come on,” I made sure to not help.
Discouraged he eventually stopped, and pulling out of me hastily, he got off the bed, saying, “Go clean up and get dressed.”
He quickly disappeared into the bathroom, which was my signal to hurry out to the hall one, and closing the door I worried, “What’s next.?”
Quickly wiping the KY from my ass, I hurried back into the bedroom and immediately started getting dressed. As I sat on the bed continuing to out my clothes on, he came out. Not looking at him, he again sat by me, and eventually asked if I was okay.
He tried to sound friendly now, hoping I might want to do it again, but when I didn’t say anything, he continued to probe by saying, “That was really nice.”
When I again didn’t reply right away he asked, Did you like it?”
Feeling he had probably ruined his chance to have sex with me again, John desperately tried to rebuild our relationship, hoping he could get me to say that I liked it.