A literotic sexstories: A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.1-2) by ILikeMyStories ,
A tale of a slutty teen girl.
CHAPTER ONE
Emmy lies on her bed, transfixed on her phone while the usual music plays – typically any kind of screamo, hardcore, or pop-punk. She’s nearly nude, only her black bra and panties cover her thin, pale body. A text is received on her phone. She looks to see who it is and her heart sinks. It’s from Keith, telling her to be at his place in ten minutes, to wear ‘the usual’ and to expect ‘the usual’. Though she feels anxious she reluctantly gets up and knows she must do this. Like clockwork, she can’t help it.
Emmy walks to her mirror across her room, which is almost all black, pink and purple. She takes a deep breath while looking into her own eyes before beginning to doll herself up. She’s a teenager who stands at approximately 5’3″ and weighs about 100lbs. With her make-up out in front of her she gazes into the mirror. She puts on the usual black eye-liner and eye shadow on her wide-set eyes which give her a sort of raccoon look, typical of any teenage girl going through a ‘scene’ or ’emo’ phase. She completes the finishing touches on her face, including a subtle, faint pink gloss to highlight her pouty lips. Her lips being a little on the full and wide side, with the upper lip taking a more upturned shape. She has a very slight, adorable overbite. Her pretty face is perfectly symmetrical with a triangular shape to it, with slightly angular cheekbones and a soft, oval jawline. She has a small, cute, slightly upturned nose, big brown gentle eyes with naturally long lashes, and perfectly plucked eyebrows above them that form a perfect, subtle arch above her deep eyes. Her face blurs the line between sexy and cute. There’s an innocence to her eyes but also a look of maturity that no teenage girl should have. Emmy touches up her thick, long, straight and layered, deeply dark brunette hair which has dark red and slightly lighter brunette highlights, formed into a more modest ‘scene’ style hairdo, the bangs parted over the right side of her face. It runs halfway down her backside. She adjusts her tight 30c bra to make sure her perky, young, round breasts are pushed up and together just right. Emmy grabs one of her favorite pairs of faded, bluish gray, designer skinny jeans with a few rips going down the thighs and begins putting them on, shimmying them up her long, thin legs. They’re nearly skin-tight on her legs and the white, shiny studded belt she puts on makes her tight little butt pop out. The tramp stamp tattoo she just got a few weeks ago shows just above her belt. It’s a sexy butterfly wings tat with a broken heart in-between the wings. She puts a small black t-shirt of some band over her upper body, only going down to about two inches above her waist. Emmy likes showing off her tramp stamp, it might as well act as a 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 few 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 forty’s, 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 forces a smile up at him, her lip quivering a little as she remembers how intimated she was when this originally happened. “I, umm… I came to ask you to please not throw us out.” She says softly, her puppy dog eyes looking up at him.
“Yeah, and why would I do that?” Keith gets closer, looking down at her as she steps back nervously.
“Because we have nowhere else to go…” Emmy retorts sadly.
“And? So what?” Keith smirks. “Listen, I got bored of your mom. She doesn’t do it for me anymore and so she’s useless to me.” Keith recalls what he said to little Emmy back then. Pam, her mother, used to fuck Keith so she could pay less rent. Being a former stripper, it wasn’t new to her to use her sexuality. After her husband, Emmy’s father, went away to prison their lives spiraled. Pam got closer and closer to her late thirties and her looks began to deter. Keith grew tired of her. “But, uhh… Maybe you could be of some use to me…” Keith continues as he approaches Emmy, his large and sweaty body beginning to surround her.
She backs up nervously into the wall, trying to remember the fear she felt when this first happened. But parts of it are hard to remember since it’s more of a blur now. “I’ll do anything, please.” She says softly as her voice trembles, looking up at him, but her big brown eyes failing to conjure the tears she had when this first happened a few years ago.
“Come here.” Keith growls between his clenched teeth, the horny adrenaline beginning to pump through his veins. He grabs her left forearm harshly, roughly yanking her to him and then forcefully shoving her into the wall. She whimpers under him, cowering in fear just like she did the first time. His left hand lands on her right shoulder, rubbing it sensually. He bends down to stick his face in hers, smelling her nice perfume as she looks away. He follows her face, she continues to look away from him. He smirks. His hands slowly make their way down her torso, onto her hips as he breathes heavily. He lusts for her like an animal, almost drooling.
“No… Please, don’t…” Emmy whimpers helplessly in her soft, high-pitch voice. She feels his rough hands molesting her.
“You said you’ll do anything, well I want everything.” Keith says in a creepy, breathy tone as he licks his chops like a dog. “This is how you’ll be of use to me, heh.” He smirks, loving the scared reluctance of her as she squirms from his touch. She forces herself to quietly sob, just like she did back then. They’ve gone through these same motions dozens of times since. Keith gets into it more, feeling her body all over as he begins to hold her close. She resists but it’s a futile effort. She whimpers and squirms as he feels her tight teenage ass covered by her tight skinny jeans. He breathes heavily as his hands feel her all over, caressing her tits as he feels the leather of her jacket on his palms. “You’re such a hot little whore.” He growls in a subdued tone, really enjoying the feel of her young body on his hands. Keith surrounds her against the wall, his large body towering over her as he lowers his head to kiss her. Emmy twitches her head away to avoid him but he grabs her by the hair roughly and forces his lips on hers. She tries as hard as she can to jerk her head away but he’s much too powerful. He passionately kisses her, enjoying the feeling of her soft, young lips against his middle-aged mouth. She feels his big, sweaty, hairy body further encroach upon her as he grinds his hardening crotch against her. She’s actually getting wet but she didn’t when this first happened. She continues to play the part by struggling and resisting, but she also likes it like this as well.
Just like she did when this originally occurred, she manages to break free from his kiss and ducks under his arms to escape towards the door. “No!” She screams loudly in a desperate panic.
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