A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.1-2) - Sex Stories

A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.1-2)

... welcoming mat. She puts on one of her favorite tight black leather jackets. It's not one of those thick ones with padding, it's thin and skin-tight like everything else she wears. The big silver zippers down the middle, pockets and cuffs shine in the light. She doesn't zip it all the way up. It's small and doesn't cover her midriff but it does cover the thin scars on her wrists from cutting. She dons another staple of hers, dark brown, high heel leather boots slipped on over her tight jeans to cover her calves. Emmy looks into the mirror for a moment, a glazed over look in her eyes. She gets another text to snap her out of it, telling her to hurry up or she'll be punished. She takes a deep breath and finally leaves, heading down the hallway of the apartment. She looks into her little brother Danny's room, observing that he's focused on his video games. She feels a brief moment of shame, knowing what she's leaving to do. Before exiting she looks to her mother, sitting on a chair watching television, half asleep with a glass of wine in her hand. "I'll be back in a bit, mom. Samantha from the second floor asked me to babysit her son again." Emmy lies. Her mother Pam can only offer up an apathetic mumble and hand gesture. They haven't been close at all in recent years. Emmy leaves, the clicking sound of her boots on the top floor of the three-story building filling the hall as she walks down to Keith's apartment. After another deep breath she gently knocks on his door. It ...

... slowly opens and she enters, looking like she's halfway between an adult whore and an innocent little girl. A large man jumps out at her, startling her. He smirks down at her, chuckling. "We're going with the first time you walked in here, years ago, begging..." Keith, the manager of the building, says in a low and creepy tone. "Okay..." She says softly up at him as she flinches from his hand caressing the side of her head. This is far from the first time she's felt his touch but she never got used to it, only numb. "I'm going to leave the room and come back out, don't forget to do it good..." Keith smirks, "Or else." He raises his hand to her face as she looks up at him in fear. They've reenacted the first time he fucked her many times. He popped her cherry a couple of years ago and likes to recreate that night exactly. Keith leaves the room as Emmy stands there and takes another deep breath, mentally preparing herself. She's never gotten used to it. She hates him but has no choice. However, part of her has grown to enjoy it over the years. Enjoy being used like a piece of meat, a fuck toy. It's almost like she can't help it. Keith walks slowly back into sight, an intense look on his face as he gazes at Emmy. He's a big ugly guy in his early fortys, tall and bulky. Emmy looks at him, the same old white wife beater tank top and dirty sweatpants he wore the first time he fucked her. The only difference is that his hairline has receded more and his gut got a bit wider. "Hi." Emmy ...