Log inStuck in a Window: Trevor helps you
You endure a painful moment where you are sure that Trevor was gone and you were doomed to be found by a janitor or coworker.
“Yeah, I’m coming.” You breathe a sigh of relief as you hear some scuffling from behind you.
“Just get me out of this window, please.” You wipe some sticky hair off your face, averting your eyes from a gang of teenagers that has started pointing and laughing at you. You’re embarrassed to have to beg Trevor for help, but the other options are worse. You wonder how good of a view he had of Rick fucking you in the ass.
“Alright, can you help me push?” He says sweetly, putting a hand on your back to let you know that he’s there.
“Agh, yeah!” It takes some upper-body strength but you manage to twist yourself around to the point that you’ve got both hands on the window frame. Trevor joins you with his good hand, leaning over you with his brow furrowed in concentration.
“On three, okay?” He says, smiling down at you. Despite the aches and exhaustion running through your body right now, Trevor’s smile is calm and soothing.
“I’m ready.” You say meekly.
“One… Two… THREE!” You shove as hard as possible. Trevor grunts above you. And you feel the window move just a fraction of an inch. Immediately, you try to back out of the window. Unfortunately, your rumpled up sundress stops you in your tracks, sticking in the small window opening.
“Fuck this dress!” You swear in frustration.
“Uh, let’s try again?” You nod in response, bracing yourself against the window again.
“One, two… THREE!” You throw your entire body into the window. Trevor does the same. Heartbreakingly, the window doesn’t waver even a millimeter. It’s opened as much as it is going to.
“What the hell did I do to deserve this…” You feel tears welling up in your eyes as you resign yourself to being well and truly stuck. The pain from your anal fucking is starting grow as the post-orgasm euphoria begins to dissipate.
“Hey,” Trevor says, brushing your hair out of your eyes with his good hand. “I’m not leaving until we get you out of here.” His words bring a smile to your face, even as a few tear drops begin to roll.
“UGH. If this FUCKING sundress was on properly…” You trail off, suddenly realizing how you can escape.
“Go to the drawer beside the bed,” You direct Trevor. “There should be a pair of medical scissors in there.”
“Uh, Rose?” Trevor asks as he does what he’s told.
“I want you to cut my dress off.” You say sternly.
“Are you sure?” His voice wavers.
“It’s the only way. I have scrubs in my work bag.” You nod, trying to convince yourself as well as him.
“Alright. Right across here?” You feel the cool metal of the scissors just above your bubble butt.
“Straight up across my back, like that.” Agonizingly slowly, Trevor shreds your sundress into two pieces. With one last snip, the dress falls away from your body and drapes across the ledge. Trevor puts the scissors away.
You pull back, sure that your nudity will grant you enough space to move. You slide against the window frame, pulling back maybe a full inch as the wood scrapes against your skin.
“Ugh, I’m making progress. Can you help pull me?” You ask Trevor.
“Uh, yeah, how do you want me to…”
“Just grab my waist and pull!” Your patience is running thin. The sooner you stop flashing passersby on the street below, the better.
Trevor’s big strong arm wraps comfortingly around your naked waist, gripping onto the outside of your calf.
“On my count this time…” You close your eyes, preparing yourself for the pain of scraping yourself against the window.
“One… two… three!” You push yourself backwards, your skin slipping against the ledge. You’re moving! And then, suddenly - slip! Your breasts leave the window space behind, Trevor holding you by the waist as he lifts you back and up into the air.
You let out a playful giggle as he drops you on your feet - cleared of the window. You examine your side. There’s some mild scraping from the window, but nothing too painful.
Fuck. You feel dizzy. After hanging nearly upside down for so long, being upright again felt wrong. You take stock of your body, running your hands down the sides of your tummy and rubbing your sore butt. You grimace at the mixture of fluids running down the sides of your legs.
Trevor clears his throat. Shit, you forgot he was in the room. You make a grab at what is left of your sundress, using it to cover your intimates for a little bit of privacy.
“Trevor, I’m so sorry you had to watch-” You stop mid-sentence as you turn around to look at your rescuer, your eyes drawn to the undeniable bulge in his pants.
“I, uh, should probably go.” He says, clearly embarrassed. “Are you okay?” He glances towards your ass.
You imagine Trevor hunkered beneath the bed, forced to watch while Rick plowed your virgin asshole over and over. Did it turn him on? Was he leaving now to jack off? Would he imagine you helpless in the window again, your cunt leaking cum while your ass was destroyed by your uncaring fiancé. Would he imagine that he was doing the assfucking?
You feel a wetness return to your pussy. Now you were imagining Trevor assfucking you. You shook your head to dislodge the thought. Your asshole still felt raw.
“I’m okay now.” You stand there, still pinning the torn sundress to your breasts. “Thank you, Trevor.” He just smiles sheepishly.
“I’ll just forget this ever happened, yeah?” Trevor rubs the back of his head dolefully. You stare at his freckled face and his soft brown eyes. You imagine how life might have been different if you had ever taken the advice of your friends and confessed to him. Your eyes are drawn again to the bulge in his pants. Your pussy aches remembering the feeling of him filling you up.
“Wait, Trevor.” You drop the tattered sundress. It falls around your ankles, leaving you bare and glistening with sweat.
“Rose?” His jaw drops as he takes you in your entirety, from your smudged eyeliner to your engorged pussy lips.
“You liked what happened, didn’t you?” Daring, you take a step towards him, eyeing his erection.
“Uh, um…” Trevor stammers. “I mean, it was nice.” You get close enough to him that you can smell his cologne. He averts his eyes from your sensitive bits.
“You want me?” You cock your head at him, biting your lip.
“I…” Trevor takes a deep breath. “I’ve wanted you for a very long time, Rose.” He releases his breath, as if a big weight was just released from his shoulders.
“I think I should thank you,” You whisper. “For saving me.” You inch your hand to the tent in his pants, beginning to stroke the head of his cock through the fabric.
“Ohhh my god, Rose.” He eyes the door. “Should we…?” You shake your head as you get on your knees in front of Trevor. You unbuckle his pants, unsheathing his 8 inch long cock.
“Let me thank you.” His cock bulges forward in your grasp. Your hands are so petite against the size of it, but you dutifully begin to rub both hands up and down the length of the shaft.
“What about… oh god, urgh, your… fiance?” Trevor’s eyes roll back as you bring your tongue to the tip of cock, swirling it about as you lick the precum.
“Mmmm,” You moan as you take his cock head fully into your mouth. You pop it back out. “You already fucked me. What’s a quick thank you?”
He needs no further encouragement as he wraps his hand around your head, grabbing a fistful of your blonde hair. You redouble your efforts on his cock, using a combination of precum and spit to slide your hands up and down the length of his veiny dick. You smile up at him as you gently tap his cock head against your face, comparing the size of it to your own form. It seems longer than your entire head.
“Fuck, Rose…” Trevor’s cock throbs in your hands. You make an “O” shape with your mouth and begin to bob up and down on the head of his cock. “-fu-fufffffuck.”
Trevor’s grip tightens on the back of your head as he guides his cock deeper and deeper into your mouth. Your eyes widen as you realize you’re barely taking half the length of his cock and already your mouth feels impossibly full. But your determination redoubles when you look up to see Trevor’s eyes closed, a peaceful smile crossing his features.
Placing both hands on Trevor’s rear, you grip his ass. Hard. Then, with all your might, you push yourself forward onto Trevor’s cock.
GACK. You choke yourself on another two inches of Trevor’s cock as he invades your throat. Spit dribbles down your chin and tears well up in your eyes as your gag reflex kicks in. But you are determined. You want to take him all.
You push forward, gagging and choking as your vision blurs completely with tears. Your throat convulses violently around Trevor’s cock as he pushes past your throat barrier.
“OHHHHH FUCK ROSE!!!” Trevor is in ecstasy. “Holy FUCK, yeah throat my cock for me!”
“Ggggack, ggack, ggack gack gack.” You respond as you cough up drool around his cock. With one final push, you firmly lodge all of Trevor’s cock inside your throat. You feel is throbbing wildly inside you. Your nose presses up against his pubes as you struggle to breath.
“GWAahhhhhhhhhhhh.” You rear back, sliding him out of your throat and catching your breath at the head of his cock. He lets you go reluctantly. You examine his cock, now covered in your spit and lipstick. It throbs desperately for you.
You catch your breath. Grasping Trevor’s ass again, you force yourself back onto his cock with gusto.
GACK. GACK. GACK. GACK. GACK. GACK. You throat his cock up and down, forcing yourself to the base before bringing your lips back around his tip. Your throat rejects his cock, pulsating around his dick whenever it invades, coaxing it to cum. You feel Trevor’s grip in your hair grow tighter and tighter, his grunts becoming more desperate.
You don’t stop gagging yourself on Trevor’s cock even as your vision blurs completely and you feel spit, drool, and precum drenching your body. You gag yourself over and over and over and over.
“Fuck, Rose.” Trevor suddenly pulls your head into his crotch, locking you into a vice like grip. “Rose!”
He holsters his cock in your throat. You feel it pulse as he cums, surging cum directly down your throat-hole. His orgasm lasts for what feels like a full minute. When he’s done, his grip relaxes, and you slowly pull yourself off his cock, giving the head of his penis a little kiss.
You look up at Trevor, grinning. Your face is a wreck. Eyeliner and mascara runs down your face and lipstick is smeared in all the places it shouldn’t be. Traces of cum fall from your lips and down your breasts. Trevor looks down at you eyes wide.
“Holy fuck, are you o-” You stand up, bring your finger up to silence him.
“Thank you, Trevor.” Then, without thinking, you open your mouth for a kiss. He leans into you. You feel warmth from his tongue spread down your body, lighting a fire in your pussy.
You break. He stares at you, brow furrowed and pupils dilated.
“Rose…” He hesitates.
“What is it?” You say, your breasts pressing against his chest.
“Will you go out with me?”
Will you go out with him?
