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My Lust for Emma - 1
by Selina (address withheld)
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After Emma's mother is raped and abused, it is the
young 14 year old virgin's turn to suffer, while her
mother looks on. (MFf-teen, nc, rp, v, oral, anal, tor)
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I rang the doorbell. After a few moments, through the
frosted glass window, I could see a figure approaching.
The door opened and before me was 38 year old Denise
Murray. "Can I help you?" she asked.
"Good afternoon madam, I'm here regarding your request
for home insurance cover," I said.
Denise replied that she had no idea of what I was doing
at her home, and asked who had sent me. "Oh let me show
you whom I'm from," I said, opening my briefcase. "I
have the details of the telephone request for a
personal home visit here," I lied. Instead of producing
the information I pulled out a hand-gun and pointed it
at her face.
She looked startled, her mouth opening to speak. "Don't
say a word you fucking bitch, just get back from the
door," I said pushing her body backwards. I closed and
locked the door behind me.
"W-what do you want, do you want money or jewellery?"
she said.
"Money would be nice, I'll get that later, but there
something else I'm after... your fucking daughter,r" I
responded.
She looked aghast, staring at the gun pointing in her
face, and the realisation of what I had just said to
her. Denise has a lovely daughter called Emma. She's 14
years old and such a lovely fucking bitch.
She is 5 ft 3 in just tall, with black shoulder-length
curly hair. She has a petite figure and is very sexy. A
week ago, when there was some sudden unexpected rain,
my eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw Emma,
her white school blouse was soaking wet, and I could
see her laced bra through the sodden material. It
looked so sexy; this youngster running through the
rain, her small breasts bobbing up and down, supported
by her white laced bra.
I knew at that moment that I wanted to shag this young
slut. That night I masturbated, imagining I was fucking
Emma. I was consumed with lust for this young virgin.
When I came, I shot wads of spunk from my cock, wishing
it was all over her pretty face.
"Oh God leave Emma out of this!" she implored "I'll
give you anything, but please don't touch my daughter."
I looked at her, and in a flash I slapped her hard
across her face. It was so unexpected to Denise that
she lost her balance and crashed to the floor. I heard
her scream as her body fell against the hardness of the
floor.
"You stupid cow... you think you're pleading will stop
me from raping your daughter? I'm going to rip your
daughter's cunt with my cock... I'm going to fill her
pussy with my fuck juice... she's going to lose her
virginity and become a woman on top of my cock. I want
her you bitch, and you will watch me having her... see
me fucking your sweet daughter"!
As I said this Denise started crying and pleading more
insistently with me not to hurt her little girl. She
told me I could have her, do anything to her, even kill
her if I didn't hurt her beautiful girl. I gave the
bitch a kick on her backside to shut her up.
Unfortunately it had the opposite effect as she
screamed and begged me more and more. I thought to
myself it was time to move from the corridor to
somewhere more comfortable. I reached down to the slut,
and grabbing a handful of her hair, I dragged her to
the lounge. As I did this her hands tried to fight
mine, and I could feel her nails scratching my skin.
Her feet were kicking as I pulled her into the lounge.
I managed to get her on to the settee, her face pinned
against the soft feathery cushion. Sitting on the back
of her legs I pulled a pair of handcuffs out of my
pocket and manacled her hands behind her back. I then
got off her and made her sit up facing me. By now there
was tears running down the cheeks of her face. I
decided to have little fun with Denise. I sat astride
her, and with my free hand, I stroked the side of her
face.
She turned her head away. She sobbed "Please... please
leave my daughter and me alone... I beg you. I have
money I can give you... you can take it all... please
stop... I'm begging you". Jesus she looked so sexy, and
the effect of her crying and pleading was making me
feel sexually aroused. I could feel my penis starting
to twitch.
I started to move my groin, pushing it against her
belly. It felt so nice, the stirring of my erection,
and the softness of her body against mine. Still
holding the gun, in my other hand, I placed the barrel
of the gun at Denise's lips, which had the effect of
quieting her and making her afraid that something
dreadful was going to happen.
"Suck it you bitch!" I commanded her. "Give it some
head, you cock sucking whore!"
Having the barrel of a gun inserted into one's mouth is
not, I agree, a very pleasant experience. Moreover,
having to perform a mock sexual act with it certainly
smacks of depravity.
Denise, despite her fear, was not obliging in what I
asked of her.
"You fucking tart!" I shouted into her face. "I'm going
to fucking make your daughter suffer for your refusal!"
Afraid for her daughter Denise said, "I'm sorry... I'll
do it... I'll do it... I'm sorry." Once again tears
were streaming down her face as she capitulated.
"Too late you slapper... I'm going to blow your fucking
face off you bitch!" I retorted. With that I pointed
the gun at her eyes and started to pull the trigger. I
could see her eyes widening in fear of what I was
doing.
"No! Please no," she mouthed to me. Almost in slow
motion I pulled the trigger.... and nothing happened.
There was silence, as she looked at me and I looked at
her.
The stillness was broken by my cruel laughter. "It's a
plastic gun, you stupid fucking whore," I mocked her.
With much relief Denise cried uncontrollably. I got off
her, and I tossed the toy gun on to the floor. Looking
at her made me feel horny as hell. She is a good
looking woman who presents herself in a very appealing
way. Her straight, shoulder length, fine brunette hair
was cut in an attractive style. She is neither fat nor
thin, but somewhere between the two.
Her body is nice and shapely, I would say she was
fleshy rather than chubby. Her breasts are her most
beguiling feature. I could see, in the low-necked dress
she was wearing, her deep cleavage, as well as the
full-bodied roundness of her ample tits. I stood facing
the helpless mother of the girl I lusted after.
Through the material of my trousers I started to stroke
my cock. I enjoyed the sensation of my erect penis, as
I rubbed the contour of the shaft. "Please stop now
before it's too late" she said to me, "If you go now...
take all the money... I'll not tell anyone about this I
promise you."
She must have thought I was simple in the head. It was
a 100 per cent certainty that the very first thing she
would do was to contact the police. There was no way in
hell I was going to stop now. I had gone too far to
turn around and walk away from this. I was too
committed to my cause. I was going to have Emma, but
first I was going to have her mother.
My prick was bulging through the confines of my
clothing, and now I was going to release it. This
helpless bitch before me was going to see and feel how
sexually aroused I was.
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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