Destroying Emma

Destroying Emma

My sister’s friend, Emma, has always been cute, but ever since the tragedy, her life had run completely off the rails.  I’ll never forget the screams the first night. She used to be our neighbor. I didn’t know what happened that night, but I knew something was wrong and I called the police. It turned out, her father went mental and shot and killed her brother then disappeared. Emma’s mother brought her home to the scene and melted down when she saw her dead son. There is no sound in this world like a mother who has lost a child. The pain is just too much to handle. A few days later, police found her father on the west coast somewhere and he died in a stand off.

Her mother didn’t handle the pain well and decided to hang herself. Emma came over to our house and cried in my sister’s arms. She couldn’t speak, but my parents walked over to her house and they saw her mother hanging from the ceiling fan with her dead husband’s belt around her neck. We called the police a second time. Emma lost her entire family that month. She had nobody else.

She ended up in foster care and was eventually adopted. I thought she was very fortunate to stay in the local school, where she still had friends and a support system. The minute she turned 18, she wanted to move out on her own, but she had no money and her adoptive parents agreed to let her stay until she graduated and found a job. She was a year behind by now, so she was still a junior even though she was 18. I graduated a few years ago and I was 25 and working at the mall. I was still living with my parents.

I remember hearing my mom talk about Emma, and what a shame it was how she grew up without a mother, abandoned by both parents. She was very emotionally vulnerable and had gone off the deep end, dressing slutty (and possibly more) and drinking to make boys like her. She looked like she would probably get held back again and have a third Junior year. Shortly after hearing that she came by the mall and I realized that my mom was not exaggerating. She looked like a hooker. Denim mini skirt, tight halter top, thigh highs. She was skinny as hell, with cute little tits. I stopped to say hi and asked her on a date that night and she agreed. If she was an easy lay, I wanted to take advantage of her.

I took her to a movie that night and I couldn’t stop staring at her. Her legs. Her exposed stomach. Her little tits. I started to have this awful idea. Instead of calling it a night and getting my dick sucked, I could play the long con and make this girl truly attached to me. She was so vulnerable. If I just got her to drop her guard and truly need me in her life, she would probably let me do whatever I want to her, just to keep me around. I could fuck her, fuck her ass, cum on her face, anything. Then, I could destroy her emotionally by telling her that I never loved her and just faked it for the sex. I could take this beautiful, needy girl, fuck her senseless, and completely emotionally destroy her. I guess I’m a bit of a sadist, but my cock was harder during that movie than ever before in my life. She noticed my hard dick and lightly touched it.

“I bet I can help you with this later,” she offered.

I tried to focus on the movie. I drove her home and killed the lights in the car. She leaned over and kissed me and said that she always thought I was hot when she saw me around my sister. Then, she unzipped my fly and offered to suck me off. I was really horny. I really needed to cum, but I stopped her.

“Hey. I really like you. We don’t need to rush this.”

“Are you serious?”

“You don’t have to do this for me to like you. I already like you. I already want to see you again.”

“I feel like I’m being a tease. I’d feel bad if I don’t give you some relief.” She put her hand on my cock through my jeans.

It took every ounce of restraint I had, but I touched her chin and made her look in my eyes. “You don’t have to do this. Just say that you’ll see me again tomorrow.”

She nodded. “8pm”

I watched her walk away and thought I must be crazy. That tight ass in that little skirt. Long skinny legs and a cute dimpled back. I drove home and beat off furiously while I planned the rest of my con.

I went 3 dates (over 2 weeks) with no orgasm. She let her guard down a bit. We laughed. I gave her a ton of compliments. She dressed more normally for the third date, tight t-shirt and skinny jeans. Not like a hooker. My house was empty on the third date and I took her up to my room and we started making out on my bed.

I wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck the hell out of her, but I made an effort to make her feel loved and respected. I felt her up and unbuttoned her pants. She looked nervous, like I wanted sex. But I put my finger over her lips and kissed down her tummy as she leaned back and pulled her pants down. She was wearing cute, pink cotton panties and I quickly buried my face in them. She let out a sigh and leaned back on the bed, enjoying herself. I licked her slit and teased her clit for almost 30 minutes before I finally started sucking her clit. She started struggling to keep her composure and arched her back. Her clit started pulsating hard and I kept at it, matching her rhythm. Eventually she squirted all over my mattress with a scream. I came back up for air and held her shaking body. She looked at me for a long time playing with my hair.

She finally spoke. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard.”

Then she went to work on my dick and my god I needed it. She was working like a pro, too. I could tell I was not going to last long. She must have sucked a lot of dick. She put one hand on my balls and played with them while she lightly licked up and down the underside of my shaft. Eventually, she wrapped her lips around my dick and sucked. She took the whole thing into her throat and kept playing with the balls.

“Oh, fuck. I’m about to cum!”

I tried to pull out of her mouth, but she stayed on me as my orgasm hit me hard. I screamed and groaned as I came ropes and that sweet little slut took it all in her mouth. Then she swallowed and came up to me as I recovered from my orgasm. She was fucking good at that. We spent the rest of the night in bed laughing, kissing, and cuddling until she had to go home.

We had at least a dozen more dates like that one over the course of a few months before she opened up and told me about the tragedy.  She told me about the night she and her mother found her brother. They could tell something was wrong because the front door was unlocked. They saw blood coming from under his bedroom door. They opened the door and he was lying there. They could tell it was him from his body and clothes, but most of his face was missing. She cried in my arms as she recounted the story and the story of the other two nights: when she heard her father had been killed and when she found her mother hanging. Blah blah blah I had to act interested. I didn’t give a fuck about her emotions. All I could think was that my plan was going beautifully.

We were sitting on my bed as she cried in my arms and I looked right in her eyes.

“I am so sorry you had to go through this. There’s something I want you to know.”

“What?”

“I love you. I don’t care if you’re ready to say it back. I want you to know that I love you. I will never abandon you. And as long as I’m with you, I will make sure you never have pain like this ever again.”

She looked at me for a long time before saying it. “I love you, too.”

We started making out furiously and I ripped her shirt off. I sucked on her tits while she took off her jeans. Now we were making out and she was wearing thin, white cotton panties and nothing else. I was sure I was going to finally fuck her, when she stopped me. I thought this would be the perfect time to tell her I made the whole thing up and just rape her right on my bed.

“I don’t think I can do this.”

I thought about raping her, but I decided to hear what she had to say. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“There’s something else you need to know.”

She went on to tell me about how her adoptive father fucks her every night. He doesn’t want to make a baby, so he fucks her in the ass. He’s horrible. He tells her every night that she’s a worthless slut and that nobody will ever love her. He tells her she better learn how to make guys cum or nobody will ever want to be with her. He’s disgusting, and old, and horrible to her. She was right back to sobbing in my arms, but naked this time. I knew exactly what I would do.

I said “let’s run away.”

She looked at me in disbelief.

“Just give me 3 months. I will work extra hours. Save money. I have friends in New York. We can stay with them for a while.”

She looked unsure.

“What do you want to stay with that asshole or be with me?”

I could see it in her eyes the moment she decided. She was all smiles. She kissed me and got dressed. I assured her that we don’t need to have sex until she’s ready. She kept kissing me and telling me she loved me, being totally clingy and disgusting. But, I knew that I only had to suffer this for a few months and the reward would be amazing.

Sure enough, over the next two months, we were in constant contact. She couldn’t go an hour without telling me she loved me or texting me a heart emoji. She was a smitten teenager and it was totally annoying. Meanwhile, I met a hot little blonde slut at the mall, named Kenzie. She was 21 and lived in her own apartment. She loved to wear frilly little skirts and she would take me to her apartment after work and let me fuck her brains out. I had so many blowjobs from Emma, but I needed the sex.

I remember the first trip to her apartment. I kept getting fucking annoying texts and missed calls from Emma saying she was worried about me. But, I didn’t care. I had my hands up Kenzie’s skirt, getting in her skimpy little panties. She let me pound away at her tight, little slit while she moaned my name until I came hard. She was skinnier than Emma and her little tits were adorable. I wanted to focus on Kenzie and wrap up this long con with Emma.

Emma showed up at my door one night.

“Why aren’t you answering my calls?”

“Sorry. I’ve been busy.”

“Do you still love me?”

I looked into her eyes. I put my hand on her chin. Her eyes were red. She’d been crying. “Yes. I will always love you.”

She cried in my arms. “There’s a rumor going around that you’re screwing this blonde slut at the mall.”

“What? No! Don’t you trust me?”

“Give me your phone.”

I got mad. “Look, I’ve been working long hours to make sure that we have money to get you out of here and this is how you repay me? I’m exhausted. I’m sorry that means I’ve been less available for dates or your phone calls. I really am. I miss you, too. But, if you’re going to be suspicious of me, this isn’t going to work.”

“Stop. Don’t say that. It’s fine. I trust you.”

“Look. I don’t know if this is a good idea anyway.” There was a long silence.

“What?”

“I mean, you say that you love me. But I don’t feel like you love me the way I love you. I promised to get you out of here. I have about $20,000 saved.  I’ll give it to you and help make arrangements. But, I just don’t know that you really want me to come.”

“Of course I do. What are you talking about?”

I got really close to her. “If you love me, then give yourself to me.”

“Oh. That. I thought you said you were fine waiting until I’m ready.”

“I am. But, you’re asking such a big commitment from me. All my savings. Leaving my home.”

She looked down and quietly undressed. She was becoming an obedient little slut for me. She took off her shirt and unbuttoned her pants. This was happening. I tugged down her pants so she was standing there in her panties.

“Be gentle. Please.” She asked.

I was gentle, this time. I laid her down softly on my bed and pulled off her little panties. I dimmed the lights and lit a candle. I kissed her gently and licked her pussy a bit to get her wet. Then, I held eye contact and told her I loved her while I pushed myself into her.

Her face scrunched up in pain as she lost her virginity. I had to work hard to get myself into that tight hole. There is truly no pleasure in this world like fucking a virgin. Her pussy was so tight around my dick, as I pushed in and out, it was the most incredible feeling. I stuck to missionary position and kept kissing her, reaffirming my love. I needed to make sure that she understood that she needed to let me fuck her if she wanted my love. But, I couldn’t say that.

Eventually I pulled out and blew my load all over her stomach. I told her to come by the next day and I would tell her the final plans. We’d leave by the end of the week.

The next day she came and let me fuck her again like a good slut. She knew the drill. I told her that I wanted to go over the plan, but first we should have some fun. I could tell it wasn’t fun for her as she slowly stripped. This time, I didn’t bother with the candle. I just quietly pushed her on my bed and pumped her little pussy until I was about to blow my load. Then, I flipped her over and jammed it in her ass, making her scream. I blew my load deep in her asshole. She tried to hide her tears from me. She told me her adoptive father fucks her like that. She had to know I remembered.

Once I had recovered from my orgasm, I shared the escape plan.

“I have a room for us tomorrow in Motel 8 by the bus station. Be there tonight at 10pm. Tomorrow morning, we’ll buy a bus ticket to New York.” I pointed to my duffel bag. “All my money is in there.” I reached in and gave her a $50 bill. “Use that for a cab to get to the motel. That’s more than you need, but leave the rest as a tip and tell the driver to tell nobody he saw you. One more thing. Leave your phone here. We’ll buy new ones. But, I don’t want to be found.”

She smiled and kissed me good night. Then, I gave her one more instruction that clearly gave her pause.

“Hey… umm… Tomorrow when you’re at the hotel. Can you dress like you used to?”

“What?”

“Like during our first date? I miss that.”

She looked a little perplexed and walked away. But, when she showed up at the motel that night, it was clear the message had been received. Tight denim shorts with her ass hanging out. See through white halter top with visible nipples and most of her ribcage uncovered. She looked so incredible, it’s a wonder the cab driver didn’t rape her.

We quietly went over our plan for the next morning. But, my dick was leaping out of my pants and it didn’t matter anyway. I didn’t have any money. Eventually, she asked the question.

“Why did you want me to dress like this?”

“Look. We need to talk a little bit about sex.”

“What? Don’t you like it?” She looked sad.

“I do! I do. But, I like to be a little more rough. Can I be a little rough with you tonight?”

“I don’t know. Are you going to hurt me?”

“No no. It’s a playful thing. But, sometimes I would like you to dress like this when we do it like that.”

“I don’t understand. What do I need to do?”

“Nothing. Just stand up. Look at the ground. And let me have my way with you. Just do as you’re told.”

“Ok.” She stood up, looking at the floor. “I’ll do whatever you say.” I looked her up and down. This was it. This was the moment.

“I appreciate that, because you owe your whole life to me right now. You’d be stuck at home with that monster if it weren’t for my generosity here. Remember that.”

She nodded.

“Ok. Let’s get started.” I was going to fucking ravage this skinny little teenager.

She nodded.

“Good. You know, your adoptive dad is right about you. You are a worthless fucking slut and nobody could ever love you.”

“What?”

I slapped her. “Why do you think your father abandoned you? Why do you think your mother killed herself instead of raising you?”

She started to cry. “What?”

I pushed her down onto the bed and held her down while she tried to wiggle out from under me. I punched her hard in the face.

“I don’t like this! You were always so sweet to me. How could you do this?”

“Fuck you!” I said, with my mouth on her nipples. “I never loved you. I just said that because I thought it would be easy to get in your little panties since you’re damaged goods. You’re so naïve if you really believed every word! Looks like I was right, I just spent the last few months cumming in every hole you have.”

I bit her nipples and drew blood then unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down. She was wearing a blue cotton thong that said “Lucky you” over the pussy. I finally worked them off past her kicking legs while she sobbed. Next I took off my pants and undid my belt. I pulled my arm back and started slapping her face with my belt while she cried.

Eventually I managed to push my dick into her pussy. It felt so much better when she was struggling and crying than when I was pretending to love her.

“Bu the way, you’re right that I am cheating on you with that hot blonde at work. Your pussy isn’t as tight as Kenzie’s. She’s way fucking hotter than you. Did you really think I wouldn’t hit that? Even when I kept my phone from you? You really are dumb.”

I pushed in and out of her sweet cunt. She was resisting me, but her pussy was still nice and wet for me. Eventually, she was silent, accepting her fate. Eyes red from crying. So, I took it up a notch. I pulled her head forward and wrapped my belt around it. Then, pulled it tight, taking away her air. She sounded like she was choking.

I eased up a bit and whispered into her ear. “I guess this is what your mom felt like, in her final moments. Do you feel closer to her now?” Then I spit in her face and punched her hard. That really did a number on her, she flipped out trying hard to scream and cry while she was choking. Trying to work her fingers between the belt and her neck.

I reached down and stuck two fingers in her tight asshole, then pulled them out and rubbed them on her face and jammed them in her mouth. “It’s no wonder your new daddy loves this hole. It is pretty tight. But, I’m going to have to settle for your pussy tonight because I’m about to pop. I’m sure he’ll use this one later.” She cried and tried to use her fingers to scoop the bad taste out of her mouth.

Eventually, my orgasm was inevitable.

I started pounding her pussy as hard as I could while my orgasm built up. “I’m about to cum. You did a good job. That’s the only thing you were ever good for you sexy little fuckmeat. You’re going to take my cum!” I thrust myself deep into her pussy and blew the best load of my life. It felt like it was coming from deep inside and I felt my balls contract hard. I must have buried a gallon of cum in that sweet little pussy. I pulled out and she rolled into the fetal position just crying.

“What? You don’t like rough sex you little whore?” I reached into my pocket and pulled out a plan B. I pushed it into her mouth while she was crying and showed her the package. “You’re going to feel a little sick tomorrow. But, I’m sure your dad will take good care of you, whore.”

“No!” She yelled, grabbing my duffel bag, only to realize it was empty. I walked out of the hotel, feeling totally relieved, as she cried in the room with no money and no phone, at least 25 miles from home.

“I don’t know how you’re going to get home.” I tossed her my belt. “If you want to do the world a favor and use this, feel free. Say hi to your mom.”

I have no idea how she got back home.