Part Five...
After Marvin got dressed, he turned back. He locked his hungry eyes on the young blonde still lying on the couch and started walking straight towards her. When she arrived, she knelt down next to the couch and began kissing him hard by tightly grabbing her head in his hands. His hunger for her had not diminished in the slightest.
"I... mnghh... can't wait.... mnghhhh... for next.... mmngghh... time," he said exhaling into her mouth between wet kisses.
"Please... mmnggghhh... go away... mnnghh... now" she said in the same way.
"Just... mnnghh.... little... mnnnghhh... more," he more deepenied his hungry kiss. He couldn't get enough of her.
"Enough... mmnnnghhh... go away.... mmnngghh... pls."
He finally broke the kiss reluctantly and left the house, leaving her panting.
It had been almost ten minutes since the old bastard had left the house, but the young blonde was still lying sprawled out on the couch. She was truly exhausted. It took her long time to fully recover. As a deep regret feel took over her, she slowly sat up and covered her face with her hands. Now she was beginning to face the grave consequences of the little game she had played. She couldn't believe how she had surrendered herself to an old maintance man moreover he was working under her. Normally, she wouldn't waste a second of her life with a sleazy man like him. Worse still, it was all her own fault; even though she knew he was a horny pervert, she had made tease of him many times. She had let him caress her legs and ass before. As the disaster approached step by step, she did nothing to stop it.
She couldn't blame Keandra either. She just told her to make tease of him, not fucked. Then it suddenly occurred to her who was responsible for all this. Of course, it was none other than David. He was the one who ruined their perfect life. It was all his fault.
She sighed as she looked at broken armrest of couch.
"Horny, old pervert," she muttered by rolling her eyes.
Every muscle in her body ached. Her pussy, cum-filled, was throbbing. Her flushed in various shades breasts, nipples and ass cheeks were stinging.
"What did you think would happen when you invited a pervert like him home, you idiot?" she scolded herself.
But on the other hand, despite all these troubles, an incredible feeling of relief spread throughout her young body. She had never experienced anything like this before. She couldn't even remember how many times she had orgasmed but her long-neglected hormones seemed to be satisfied.
As she stood up, another huge glob of his thick semen leaked from her pussy and began to slowly roll down the inside of her legs. Goosebumps rose up on her skin at the wet feeling caused by the slimy stuff. Another reality hit her hard. It was not possible for her to handle such a load without getting into trouble. Not only had she let him fuck her, she was sure the old pervert had gotten her pregnant. What she didn't know was that if she didn't take precautions, about nine months later she would hold the record for giving birth to the most babies at one time. His countless sperm had penetrated the cell walls and fertilized each of her fertile eggs multiple times. She wanted to get cleaned up as soon as possible and go to the nearest pharmacy.
Her legs were further apart than normal and her steps looked little strange. Apparently the old bastard had changed young blonde's walk way. At least for a while. When she entered the hallway, she saw a puddle of her own bodily fluids on the floor and her clothes thrown to the a side of corridor. Her eyes caught the nail marks on the wallpaper. She gasped as the events she had experienced here flashed through her mind. She remembered how vulnerable she felt as Marvin brutally penetrated her from behind. How humiliated she felt as he slapped her ass. The old bastard made her feel like a piece of meat. Her sex life up until now had been mediocre. She had closed herself off to trying different things. But even though it was hard for her to accept it, she loved every second of his emotionless straight fuck. Actually, there was no point in denying it, the evidence was clear. Apart from her weak initial protest, she had never once told him to stop and she let him fuck her until she passed out. The feeling of regret she had felt just a few minutes ago slowly disappeared as she continued on way.
When she entered the bathroom she looked in the mirror. Traces of the his brutal fuck were all over her body. Fortunately, the shiny red marks on her neck, shoulders, and ass cheeks were beginning to fade. But the same could not be said for what was on her breasts. There were obvious teeth marks on her left breast, and it didn't look like they were going away anytime soon. It would probably be bruised tomorrow. The old pervert had clearly marked her.
"Damn!... horny animal" she muttered, helplessly.
Even though she had no intention of forgiving David, she couldn't do it anymore even if she wanted to at least for a while. She could hide the other marks with foundation, but this one was impossible to cover.
She got into the shower and turned the tap. She started to clean herself under the running hot water. She was trying to remove his dried saliva and sticked sweat from her skin. As she slowly rubbed her aching breasts in the lather, she felt her nipples harden. Suddenly, the insane expression on his ugly face flashed through her mind and shivered. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind.
"What's wrong with me?" she asked herself.
The young blonde wanted to get rid of all residues of the old bastard. She shivered once more as she put her fingers in her pussy to clean off his semens. A gif of a moment while he was bending her over the kitchen counter and fucking her started playing in front of her eyes. She couldn't stop a moan from escaping her mouth. Once again she shook her head by trying to get rid of that image. Her nipples, which had become even harder, looked like bullets.
His thick, stale sperm had gradually become a paste-like consistency inside her. It was very difficult to clean, as if it was resisting to stay inside her. She shivered again as she pushed two fingers deeper, harder. Suddenly the dam in her mind burst and her mind was filled with images of a flashing one after another. While fucking her against the fridge, while fucking her against the wall in the hallway. While fucking her standing up, while fucking her on the couch. As the young blonde tried to clean hierself of his dirty remains, she found herself masturbating thinking about him. Deep down she wished she hadn't sent him away from home. She wondered what he would do to her if he were here now. He'd probably pin her to the tile wall in shower cabin and fuck her making her scream. With all these thoughts, she couldn't hold back any longer and started cumming on her fingers with a devastating orgasm. She dropped to her knees by holding on to the wall with one hand. She moaned, trembled and writhed for minutes. When her orgasm finally subsided, she took a long shower and cleaned herself thoroughly. She felt incredibly relieved and, strangely, without any regrets.
Anna simply wrapped a towel around her body and left her hair wet without drying it. She was very thirsty, needed a cold drink urgently. She walked towards the kitchen, leaving wet trails behind her along the way. Her steps still looked strange, even a little ridiculous. She really got fucked very bad by the old pervert.
Taking a shower had refreshed her senses. When she walked in, the unmistakable smell of heavy sex and sweat filled her nostrils. She grimaced while opening the window to ventilate the area. When she opened the refrigerator, her jaw dropped in shock. The inside of it was a mess. Nothing was where it should be and all the food containers and bottles were overturned. She bit her lower lip as she remembered how the refrigerator shook as she tried to absorb his harsh blows. She picked up an overturned bottle of water and drank it greedily. She sighed deeply as her eyes fell on her torn thong on the floor. She bent down and picked it up from the ground. She felt the warmth begin to surround her once again while throwing it in the trash.
She went out into the hallway. It smelled the same way in here. She picked up her clothes from the floor and looked at them closely. They had become rags and were no longer fit to be worn. Without knowing why he did it, he brought them up to his nose and sniffed them. Marvin's sweat and scent had settled on it. She felt a strange sense of disgust combined with excitement. She couldn't help but smell them one more time before throwing them in the trash. She coul feel her pussy getting moist.
"What's my problem?" she uestion to herself once more.
Then she went to the living room. Everywhere she went, in the kitchen, in the hallway, and now here, the same smell greeted her. A heavy smell of sex and sweat permeated the entire place. Her mind, now completely clear, was able to notice every detail. The couch had shifted at least three feet from where it normally stood, and the right armrest was against the wall. The other armrest was broken and lying on the floor. The extrme crushed cushions were soaked wet with their mixed sweat. She noticed that a huge pile of his nearly dried thick cum coudn't absorbed by the fabric. It just was sit there like melted ice cream. Everywhere was full of obvious evidence and traces of their rough fucking. This little tour of the house hit her so bad. Her still throbbing pussy lips began itch by tickling inside her. She didn't know what had happened to her. It was as if some repressed urges she never knew existed were trying to surface. Dark impulses triggered by Marvin. She had to go to the pharmacy without wasting any time. If she stayed home any longer, she would start another masturbation session or worse, call him. So she quickly got dressed and left the house as soon as possible.
That night Anna had very hard time falling asleep, and when she did, her sleep was very restless. She was tossing and turning in his bed by babbling about meaningless things. Woke up in the middle of the night covered in sweat. In her sleepy state, it took her a while to realize what had happened. Her hardened nipples were darted through the fabric of her T-shirt. Her panties were damp with the leakage from her itchy pussy. Every second of her sleep was filled with dreams about Marvin. He was fucking her different times, in different places and in different clothes, but always so hard, always so brutally. She was burning. Without thinking, she slid her hand between her legs. The moment she touched her clitoris, her entire body shook with a powerful spasm. She was so horny that just a few touches were enough to send her into a hard orgasm. She was screaming, moaning, her whole body shaking and convulsing her body fluids gushing out of her pussy and wetting the bed. There was only one image before her mind, his ugly face staring at her with hungry eyes. When she came to after long minutes, she stared thoughtfully at the ceiling. She didn't know what to do or how to deal with this situation. There was no way she would began a relationship with a maintance man who was older than her father. Moreover, he was ugly and have vile character. As if all this wasn't enough, she knew that he was a pervert who was heavily obsessed with her. She had to control her urges somehow and she had to stay away from him at all costs. With all these thoughts running through her mind, she fell asleep again. It had been a very tiring day. Anna was completely exhausted.
I doubt he'd introduce an inevitable scene for so many years. What, he'd be deceiving us in his posts and deceiving himself by assuring us that the player wouldn't be forced into anything if he made the right decisions and Anna didn't betray anyone. You know how people got mad at him when he didn't give Anna a choice whether to send pictures to Chris in Ch1. I don't think he needed that. And then he does something like this. If he wanted to, he'd introduce an inevitable scene in all routes where Anna gives her fake friend a handjob in the shower. Otherwise we'd get the broken heart 2.0 of this game. Where Clara cheated and without any remorse, as if nothing happened, behaves like a whore. And she should have remorse, talk to Allen, explain it to him and try not to make the same mistakes, the player's choices. And so Clara reminds me of Sophia Parker, amnesia and moving on.
