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

A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.1-2)

... herself together. She does up her hair, drying it and spraying it. She reapplies her makeup and puts on perfume. She puts on her tight clothes and boots and heads out when she's perfect enough for him. Emmy slowly walks to Keith's room, wanting to leave but too afraid to disobey him. "Come cuddle with daddy, my slutty punk rock princess." He smirks from the bed. Hesitantly, she complies and joins him in bed. He positions her into a spooning position and wraps his arms around her, holding her close and tight. "Mmm you smell so good, baby doll." He sniffs her hair. She couldn't be more disgusted and uncomfortable. "Better get used to this." His hand goes down to rub her flat stomach. "You're gonna have my baby." He smiles devilishly as he raises his head above her as they lay side-by-side. "Mmm... If we have a girl I can do to her what I did to you." He whispers into her ear. "Especially when you get old and useless like your mother, ha ha." He chuckles slightly while rubbing her all over. "You look so hot. If we have a son he'll grow up with a young, hot mom. And he'll see me treat you like dirt and abuse you every day." He smirks into her ear, kissing her neck as his hands grab a hold of her perky, firm tits. "Best thing that ever happened to you was coming to beg at my apartment a couple of years ago." He says while continuing to feel her all over. She's beyond repulsed by his touch and his words but she tries to do her best not to upset him. She almost wants to tell him ...

... that she lied when she said she was off the pill, but knows he might kill her if she does. Eventually he falls asleep while holding her, but she's still wide awaken. Emmy lies there completely numb and dead inside. She slowly wiggles out of his grasp without waking him and quietly begins to make her way out of the room and out of his apartment. She's feet away from leaving his room when she hears him grunt. She turns around, scared and in a panic, but it's just him tossing in his sleep. "This is the last time." Emmy says to herself in her mind. "I mean it this time." She quietly exits his apartment. Looking down the hall she realizes that she doesn't want to go home. Then she looks back to Keith's door and feels an impulse to go back to him but she stops herself. She's stuck in the hall, not wanting to go to either. She stands there, leaning against the wall for a moment and thinks about everything that has happened. "I'm not going to cry anymore." Emmy tells herself, feeling the familiar knot in her throat, which is still in a lot of pain from Keith's excessive choking. She's sick of pretending like everything is okay when it isn't. Tired of being the bubbly emo princess that just wants to please guys, because throughout everything Emmy remains a sweet girl that loves to take care of boys, instead of putting herself first. She somehow gathers the courage to make a promise to herself that she's never going back to him, despite her lack of self-esteem, daddy issues, and the way ...