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« on: March 05, 2020, 05:14:48 AM »
a moment but knew what she was expected to do. She quickly dropped to her knees and began sucking without question. During the blowjob, the young football player mentions how Brad said he might want to use his own saliva to help 'lube up her fuck-hole.' Vanessa replies, "Oh, you don't have to do that," but the guy answered crudely, "did I ask your opinion, fuck-meat?" and Vanessa obediently opens her mouth to receive his spit.
10-minutes later she was swallowing down the stranger's load, looking up at him with big brown eyes as pulse after pulse of sperm flowed into her stomach.
"Sorry, babe!" She said as she returned the table, beaming with a smile. "Where were we!" We continued talking for a few mins when she gots another text. "Men's room, again. Stall 2 this time."
"Oh, uhh, I have to head to the bathroom again," she said abruptly. I thought it was strange as she hurried off to the restroom for the second time, but I was too preoccupied with nerves from preparing to propose to think about it.
She snuck back into the men's room, this time going to the second stall. As expected, another guy is sitting down on the toilet with his pants around his ankles. Vanessa's eyes roamed down to the hard dick that he was stroking between his legs. He seemed a bit older and Vanessa didn't recognize him from the football team, but then again there are a lot of guys and Vanessa didn't know all of them yet. Not wanting to risk an embarrassing repeat of earlier, she decides to take the initiative and tells the guy, "You can spit in my mouth to help lube up your cock if you want too."
"Sorry about that," she says as she rejoins me at the table, her finger wiping something clean from the side of her mouth. Near the end of the dinner, I was about to pop the question, my palms sweaty, when we were interrupted with another text. "Men's room. Stall 1."
"Shit. Sorry, hold that question, I'll be right back," she said as she hurried up. I was a bit stunned as I sat there.
She entered the bathroom and prepared to open the stall, she got another text. "I heard this guy likes to be rough. You know the drill, just do whatever he says."
Vanessa hesitantly walked into the stall and closed the door behind herself. This guy looked even older than the last one, and he didn't even have his trousers off. He looked her up and down, checking out the goods he was about to enjoy. Vanessa just stood shyly as the man checked her out. "Nice, now let's see what we're working with," he said before thrusting two fingers into the girl's mouth and spreading her lips open. Vanessa obediently opened her mouth wide as the man probed his fingers in her lips.
"On your knees," he commanded and Vanessa obeyed, dropping down to her knees and looking up at the man submissively. He worked his fingers in her mouth and slid them down her throat to test her gag reflex. She gagged. Once satisfied, he had her suck his flaccid cock until it grew stiff.
I was sitting at the table, running the question through my mind over and over, my palms growing sweater each second. I decided to quickly go to the bathroom while I wait for her and wash my hands.
I entered the men's room to hear someone getting a sloppy, rough blowjob in the stall. "Damn, I love dumb high school girls," the man's voice said as the girl began gagging.
I chuckle, excited to tell Vanessa the juicy news. I finished washing my hands and returned to my table to continue waiting.
I didn't understand why her face blushed so red or she got so flustered when I mentioned funny news from the bathroom. We ordered dessert and I finally felt the moment was right. I got down on one knee, keeping it traditional, and proposed. I told her I knew about the baby and wanted to marry her. She cried tears of joy and said yes, kissing me deeply.
We still went to see the movie but spent the entire time sitting in the back of the theater making-out and enjoying each other. I don't remember one word from the entire film. I loved her.
The next few months were tough. It was hard holding her hand - the engagement ring sparkling on her finger - while one of the football players thrust his fat cock into her ass. The cheerleaders said that Vanessa had taken to anal sex like a fish to water. They were right. My fiance would always moan and pant while the guys took their turns fucking her ass. "Oh my God (moan) his cock is so huge, babe! (gasp) it's massive!
Worst, the bullying from Brad and his friends did not get any better. They continued to bully and humiliate me, even in front of Vanessa. When I complained, she told me that it was just how the guy's liked to play and I should get used to it.
I'd come to Vanessa crying after Brad and his thugs had given me a black eye, just to find her slipping into the red lingerie I'd bought her.
"Shh, don't cry, babe. Brad's coming over! Why don't you go do the dishes?"
"B-b-but babe, it's not fair! How come Brad and his friend's get to have s-s-sex with you while I have to do the dishes," I asked as I wiped the tears from my eyes.
"Aww, babe. You know this is the arrangement. You need your medicine, remember?"
"Y-yes," I said with a sniffle, my head falling down in a pout.
"Besides, it's not sex, remember? Do you think we need to schedule another therapy session with Claire?"
"No!" I answered desperately as I hurried to get started on the dishes.
"Good. And don't forget to get on your knees and clean his boots when he gets here. How does the lingerie look? Brad is always so horny after he gives you a black eye!"
It wasn't all bad, though! After just a few short months we were married. I couldn't wait! The wedding was... Nice. Kind of. Vanessa wore a beautiful white dress, but she was 8 months pregnant.
Some women go through their entire pregnancy without ever really showing. They have a tiny, barely noticeable bump on their stomach, and the next thing you know they've delivered a baby.
That was not the case with Vanessa...
Her belly was huge! She was one of those women that you could spot her swollen belly from a mile away. In protruded far out from her chest, and her white dress had sheen fabric that hung over the stomach, allowing everyone to see her bellybutton. When people commented on the pregnancy, Vanessa was very quick to tell them that it wasn't mine. "We've never had sex, we're waiting until we get married!" She'd say proudly, which provoked judging glances towards me from however she was speaking too.
I felt so humiliated.