Attachment Issues

I had been teaching high school for 12 years when I first met Sam. She was 15yo and just starting her freshman year, taking remedial English and math (6th grade level) and failing horribly. She was skinny as a rail, and excessively shy. She could barely even look at me when I spoke to her. I knew something was wrong. She was also wearing a long sleeve shirt in late August, in 35 degrees. I worried the long sleeves might be there to conceal self harm.

Later that day, the principal had a meeting with me to discuss her situation. Her mother had died when she was 7 and her father abandoned her one year later. She had spent the last 7 years bouncing between foster homes. She would only be here a couple weeks because her foster parents were kicking her out. I went immediately to CPS and offered to give her a home. I was a teacher who could tutor her. I was reasonably well off financially, and I would let her live with me until she graduates, not kick her out at 18. At the start of this story, I really wanted what was best for her. CPS didn't like placing her with her teacher, but there were no other options. So, she moved in the next week. 

When she moved in, I quickly discovered the scars on her wrists, confirming my fears, and put her in counseling. Her mood seemed to improve over time with a safe, stable home environment. She was very appreciative and became completely attached to me, always trying to please me like her life depended on it. I told her she didn't have to worry. I loved her unconditionally and I would never abandon her. But I could tell she still worried. If I asked her to do the dishes, for example, she dropped whatever she was doing and did the dishesp immediately.

Separately, I had a social media profile that I opened in the name of an Italian boy, Gio, who was in our class for a few months and then moved back to Italy the previous year. I used the profile to connect with the class as a student so I could hear class gossip. I was violating many policies, I'm sure, but the profile helped me know what was going on, what was on the mind of my students. I reached out to Sam a couple times as Gio, and she became friends with him. I felt bad lying, but I wanted her to have a friend and she had nobody but me. I didn't care if she complained about me (and she did). In my mind, I was helping her.

Things started to unravel when she turned 18, now in her Junior year. I started to see her as more grown up and I'll admit I started having sexual urges. Look, she was painfully hot. I would try to peek at her in her shower and listen to her in her room. I wanted to invade her privacy. I was dying to see her naked. She was so fucking hot, walking around the house in her tshirt and little panties, sometimes without a bra. She had grown cute little tits. She was adorable and I was dying inside. I needed her. 

At first, I thought I could still be a good foster dad and satisfy myself. So, I started small. I took a day off work and went through her room. I looked through her clothes, all very innocent. Tshirts and jeans. Cotton panties. Everything XS or 00. She was still skinny as a rail. I found a couple hidden books, stereotypical romance novels. I imagined her laying in bed and touching herself. 

Then I found a diary. Mostly all boring. So much depression. But Gio... turns out she was super wet for the Italian boy. I was shocked. They barely spoke.

That night, I couldn't help intensifying the Gio relationship. Since I knew she was stalking Gio from her diary, all I had to do is make a comment about an obscure band that I knew she liked. Instant connection. The bait worked perfectly. They talked all night. I was shocked how much she opened up to Gio about her past so quickly. She told him how much she appreciates me and thinks she doesn't deserve me. She talked about her self harm and depression. She told Gio she had never had a boyfriend (or even kissed a boy) and this was the most she had ever spoken to a boy her own age. 

Sam and Gio ended up talking like this every night after I went to bed. This went on for months. Gio was her closest friend. That's when I upped the ante. I casually mentioned a girlfriend and she went cold on me. I acted surprised saying I thought we were just friends, but I would love to date her. Even long distance. We'd find a way to be together soon. She agreed and the next day she looked genuinely happy around the house. She was walking on air, singing in the shower, smiling. I felt happy and horrible. I made her happy, but I was deceiving her. I had her heart in my hand and I had to be careful not to shatter it.

That day, while she was at school, I put Bluetooth cameras in her smoke detector. That night I watched Sam change for the first time. She came out of the shower, dropped her towel and there she was, fully naked putting on pajamas. I finally saw her ass, her cute tits. It was an overwhelming experience. I jerked off furiously and came hard. I needed to see more. 

That was the first night Gio started pressuring Sam for nude selfies. At first, she was hesitant. All I could get out of her was a picture of her pulling up her shirt, showing off her skinny tummy, with unbuttoned jeans, showing off the tops of pink girlboxer boyshorts. She asked Gio if he liked it and I rewarded her with one message. 

"omg ur so hot. just came so hard. ur perfect."

In her room, I heard her squeal and start laughing. I switched on her camera and watched her on my phone as she stuck her hand in her panties and played with herself. She was writhing against her hand, lifting up her hips. Then her mouth shot open and she got really tense, arching her back until she came. I heard a soft moan on my laptop and then she took her phone and wrote to Gio.

"me too"

A couple more months went by chatting every day and then everything changed. Sam told Gio she loved him. I thought this day might come soon, but I still felt horrible. I had gone too far. But I couldn't help myself.

"I love you, too."

She melted. She was beaming the next day. She rewarded Gio with a selfie in her panties with her little tits on full display. I was in heaven, seeing that perfect body. I had spied on her changing plenty of times at this point, but it was always quick. Here she was trying to be sexy and I got a good look at her tits. It was so hot. 

She had always tried to get me to video call or at least voice call. I told her my family was poor, long distance calls were expensive, bandwidth in my Italian village was too low for a video call... the works. But now, she wanted to meet me.

"crazy q: can u take me to prom?"

I wanted to say "No. I can't afford to travel." This was too easy. But I knew she'd send me a full nude if I agreed. "yea. I been saving. I'll come take u to prom baby"

Sure enough I got another pic, panties down around her knees. She looked incredible.

"you shaved for me... you gonna let me eat that pussy?" I shouldn't have, but I did. 

";)"

Now I had a problem. I had been building this girl up for years, but now I had to crush her. She would definitely find out Gio isn't real or at least get stood up for prom. There was no way out. I was in a horrible situation, but I had to admit it made my dick hard to think about crushing her spirit like that. 

Against my better judgement, I continued to let things move forward making plans with no exit strategy. She was just so happy. Gio sent her the address of the airbnb he was in. Then I had to book the damn thing so it wasn't vacant online just in case she checked. Sam kept blasting Gio with provocative pics, a few touching herself labeled "thinking of you" and others in various stages of undress. I had never cum so much in my life. 

Eventually, Sam asked me for money. 

"Hey... can I have some money for prom?"

"Prom? I didn't know you were going?" I acted surprised.

"Why wouldn't I go?"

"You've never been to a dance before."

"I want to go to this one."

"Who are you going with?"

"A boy from school."

"What's his name?"

"Gio"

"I don't know him. Will I meet him first?"

"Yes. You'll meet him."

"Well ok. How much do you need?"

"$100?"

I gave her $200 and a ride to the mall. She came back with a forever 21 bag. But she sent Gio a picture that night with a forever 21 bag and a Victoria Secret bag. 

"cant wait to show u"

The day of prom finally arrived and Gio was supposed to pick Sam up at 9. I was the only one who knew that was not happening. Sam was giddy. We were barreling toward tragedy.

Sam started getting ready in the morning. At 6p she was ready, 3 hours early. She came downstairs in a tight black cotton dress. It barely covered her crotch. The area over midsection (stomach and back) was a see thru mesh, all the way up to her little tits, where the dress was again opaque. She had knee high stockings in a matching black mesh. My jaw dropped and my dick was instantly hard.

"Do you like it?"

"Come to your room, sweetheart. I have to talk to you for a minute."

She walked carefully, not to let her skirt ride up.

I sat her down on her bed and paced around her room, going through her things. She was visibly uncomfortable as I invaded her privacy, but didn't say anything. I looked through her panty drawer and she was very quiet, wondering what I was doing. She could tell something wasn't right. Then I found her romance novels and she turned bright red with humiliation. 

"So, big date tonight, huh?"

She nodded.

"What are you two going to do?"

She paused, not knowing what i was getting at. "... We're going to prom." She was very uncomfortable. 

"Are you going to kiss this guy?"

She shrugged her shoulders. 

"Well, you have to know how to kiss if you want to do that." I got close to her and smelled her neck. Then I put my lips on hers. She froze. She did not kiss back at all. She was in shock. I put my hand on her chin admiring her petite facial features, looking in her eyes. "Open your mouth a little." I slid my tongue into her mouth and explored, then came back out. "You need to try to massage my tongue with yours, not a whole lot." I went back in and she kissed back, doing as she was told. "That's a good girl."

"Can I leave now?" She was dying to get out of this room. She was uncomfortable and she could tell I was taking advantage of her. 

"No no. We're talking here," I went on. You see, in a dress like that, this guy is going to want to touch you while you kiss him.  He won't be able to stop himself. That's just how guys are. Are you going to let him?"

I grabbed her hips to pull her close and went back to kissing her with my hands on her head. Then I slid my hands down and felt her tits and her ass. I touched her tight stomach. My cock was jumping out of my pants, aching to blow a load. She was silent.

"Now ask me if you did a good job," I demanded.

"Did I do ok?"

"Yes good girl. You dressed really well, too. You look great. But you know, the dress isn't the only part of the outfit that matters, right?"

She nodded.

"Stand up for me and show me your panties."

She quietly hiked her skirt up. She was wearing a black, cotton thong from Victoria's Secret. "Are these ok?"

"Yes. Good girl.  He'll like those." I felt her bare ass and touched her panties. I pulled them to the side and admired her bald, young, virgin slit. I penetrated her with my finger and she gasped, looking very offended. I smelled my finger and put it in her mouth. "Now suck," I commanded. She sucked my finger while a kissed her neck. "Very good."

"Thank you."

"Do you know what else boys want on a date?"

She shook her head.

I took her hand and put it on my dick. "Get down on your knees and take off my pants. I'll show you." 

She did exactly as she was told. My hard cock sprung into her face, dripping with precum. 

"I'm going to teach you how to give the world's best blowjob, ok? It's important that you know these things."

"I don't think I want to do this."

"Oh, it's okay. You're not really doing it. I'm just showing you how. Why don't you give it a little kiss?"

She smiled nervously. I could tell she wanted to leave, but she was home. She was in her own room. I was all she had. Her graduation depended on me. She would be homeless if not for me. She felt indebted to me. She couldn't say no. So she kissed it. 

I moaned. I had wanted this for so long. My head was spinning. I pointed to my frenulum. "Kiss this part and lick it lightly."

She was obedient. 

"Now lick the balls." 

She put her tongue on them. 

"Lick all the way up to the tip now. A little more pressure." I groaned, feeling dizzy while she worked on my dick, doing everything I asked. "Good girl. Very good girl."

"Thank you," she said sweetly. 

"Now pull your lips over your teeth and put it in your mouth."

She started to cry. "You're ruining me. You're ruined my prom. I loved you. How could you do this to me!?" But, I pulled her head forward and she did as she was told, putting my dick in her mouth. She held it there, frozen, with tears streaming down her cheeks. 

"Don't just hold it in your mouth. Massage it with your tongue now." Her tongue stated moving and I almost exploded. "Wow. OK. Fuck... wow. Now suck."

She started moving her head up and down my shaft. I moved her hand over to my balls and she fondled them while she sucked me.

"Oh... oh God. Oh fuck!" I pulled her off my dick. "Wow. That was great. You're a natural. Now, do you know what will happen if you keep doing that to a boy?"

"They... cum?"

"That's right. You'll get a mouthful of cum. That just means you did a good job. Could you tell I was close?"

She nodded. 

"Okay. Wow. You did a great job. What a good girl. Now..." I picked her up and threw her on her bed. "At this point, any boy will be really really horny. Me too, in fact. That means they need to fuck you and get off. Do you know what it means to fuck?"

She nodded. "Please don't."

"Why not?"

"I'm saving myself."

"For marriage?"

"For prom."

"Well that's today. You made it."

She frowned and I slapped her across the face. 

"Listen. I told you when you do that to a guy you make him so horny that he needs sex. It's a need. And you got me there, too. That means you did a good job. But do you really want to leave me this frustrated? I'll go crazy."

"Okay," she said softly.

I hiked her dress up, exposing her panties, tight tummy, and ribcage. Her chest was heaving with her deep breathing. I pulled her panties to the side, and started trying to work my dick through her wet virgin slit. It was so tight. It was not easy. I had to hold Sam down while she was squirming and crying, trying to fight me. But eventually her body gave up, lubricating her pussy and letting the full length of my shaft navigate her insides, penetrating her fully. I felt her hymen break. It felt incredible, having my dick inside her warm body, squeezing me so tight. Taking away her innocence. Watching her cry. Holding her down, Squeezing and sucking her tits. 

"Please stop. Please. How could you?"

"You hot little fucking whore. I need this. I need to fuck you." I threw her legs over my shoulders, folding her in half, making her slit even tighter while I bounced on her, pounding away at that cunt. Soon, the end was near.

"I hate you," she sobbed. 

I put my hands song her throat and squeezed hard. "Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum.  AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Don't cum in me!" She gurgled, choking.

But that's exactly what I did. I pounded her deep and held my cock inside her while it spasmed, shooting load after load into her while she sobbed.

I got up and put a knife to her throat. "Nobody hears about this.  Understand?"

She nodded, still crying. "I promise." She looked relieved when I pulled the knife away from her throat. 

I went upstairs to take a nap and I heard her take a shower and then walk out the door. A few minutes later, Gio got a message with the address for a nearby Starbucks. 

"no prom today. sorry. can i come to you?"

I responded.  "sure"

"send me an uber"

"ok. doing ok?"

"no. i got raped. call police. im not safe here. brt"

"omg. uber coming. police coming. door unlocked.  let yourself in." That bitch lied to me, now she's calling the police. I called her an uber to the airbnb and then jumped in my car and drove over. Looked like I had a 15 minute headstart.

When she got to the airbnb, it was dark and the door was cracked open. She was in a tshirt and jeans. 

"Hello?"

"Hi there," I responded. Boy was she surprised to see me. 

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? Oh my God... what did you do to Gio?"

I laughed. "There is no Gio you idiot. It's me!" I showed her all of her selfies on my phone. She was mortified. She doubled over, sobbing on the bed. "You are nothing. Nobody could ever love you. That's why your dad left you and nobody adopted you. That's why you never stayed long in a foster home until me! You're just a nice piece of meat for fucking. A nice tight young body with a bald, wet little slit. Aside from that, you're a stupid fucking whore!"

She was crying inconsolably. Collapsed on the bed. 

I climbed on top of her for another round. Kissing her face and jamming my fingers in her mouth while I forced her clothes off. First her shirt came off, with more work, I got her pants unbuttoned and I've her ass. Then I pulled her plain white cotton panties over her ass, which was up in the air. 

I pulled KY out of my bag and lubed up her asshole and my dick. Then I slid my hard dick into her tight, little asshole, with no resistance. It was incredible. My dick violated her so suddenly, i felt something inside her tear and she started to bleed. She let out a long, pained moan. I just kept at it, pounding until I blew another load deep inside her. I was fucking her hard and trying to hurt her. 

I think I screamed at the sensation of cumming. This load came from deep inside me and felt like heaven shooting out. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh FUCKING GOD FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! I'M CUMMING."

Just like that, it was over. I took her phone to cut off any other communications. I hated myself but I knew what I had to do next. She couldn't be trusted. I had too much to lose.

She went to take a bath, walking gingerly with her sore asshole. Bleeding. I brought a razor into the bathroom and put it where she could see it. 

"You need this?"

She cried. I could see the depths of her depression in her eyes. I had taken everything from her. Violated her physically. This was rock bottom. I walked out of the bathroom and when I came back she had slit her wrists in the warm tub. She was bleeding profusely. I kissed her and watched the life leave her eyes while I jerked off one more time.

The police ruled it a suicide. It looked like somebody catfished her, but not me (I used a public vpn).  I got her an uber and airbnb for prom. But she killed herself when she got stood up.

The women at school felt so bad for me, I got tons of sympathy sex. If they only knew.