Inside The Mind Of Emma - Sex Stories

Inside The Mind Of Emma

My name is Emma. I'm a twenty-two-year-old girl. My life with my college roommate started off pretty normal. It was co-ed housing. But the minute she introduced me to her boyfriend, everything changed.

He looked me up and down, with a predatory and decisive look on his face, and smiled in a sweet way. It made me tingle and feel uncomfortable inside. His girlfriend seemed to notice but said nothing. It made it worse. I felt a pit in my stomach.

That first meeting was short. We all had to go our separate ways. But I knew I would see him again, especially if he was around my roommate. And it wasn't long before I did. The next time I saw him, he was alone.

I turned the corner to the top of the stairs, and he was standing there blocking the way. I looked around and realized nobody else was there but us because it was a big building.

My heart skipped a beat, and that same tingle crawled through my skin. He smiled at me again and quickly reached out and grabbed my hair. Before I could scream, his other hand was on my mouth to cover it. He pulled me up to the top of the stairs and threw me up against the wall. He pushed his body against mine and let go of my hair.

He put his hand on my throat instead and whispered, "Shut up, and this will be much easier for you."

I stared at him and nodded as best I could, terrified of what he might do. But at the same time, I couldn't ignore the tingling I felt when he looked into my eyes. It was a rush. I could swear he knew ...

... it, too.

He let go of my mouth, slipped his hand into my pants, and pushed into my throat tighter.

I looked into his eyes, and he slipped two fingers inside me and leaned into me again. I groaned lightly, and he whispered slowly, "I have to say, you're a perfect candidate to be my sex slave."

"I can see it in your eyes. I want to train you." With this, he quickened his fingers and added, "And use you the way we both know you want to be used."

I couldn't deny he was right. The tingling I felt, even though I hadn't asked him to pick me as someone who could be trained, was electric. I didn't care at that moment who was watching.

He let go of my throat and pulled away as he said, "Tonight, you're going to come over to my house. Where I can show you what life with a true Master is like."

He slipped his number and address in my hands and smiled as I gasped in air and gathered my wits. He walked away, and I felt the pulsing between my legs undeniably.

The next time I saw him, my roommate was again at his side. I felt a familiar flutter in my chest. Even though my roommate was talking to him, his eyes were on me. I could feel him watching me across the room.

He smiled at me, a devilish and cruel smile. And I felt that pit in my stomach return. I needed to know how to please him. My roommate turned and waved me over to them, and I cautiously approached, afraid he'd see the shaking in my legs.

When I came within hearing distance, I could hear that they were ...