This series deals with taboo themes including Non Con / Dub Con. If that isn't your thing please skip this series. Thanks!
Désirée just turned 18 a few months ago. She'd been fucked up for as long as she could remember. A sadist, taking refined pleasure in inflicting and prolonging the suffering of others. Sometimes it was the pervert Dads of her friends at school. Sometimes her targets were the popular boys.
She took pride in anonymously outing Bobby Mitchell, the high school Quarterback, as a boy-slut suck slave at the local glory hole, the same one the Vice Principle frequented. Bobby was expelled and Mr. Edwards was forced to resign. Bobby was a piece of shit and a bully. He deserved what she did to him. Mr. Edwards was a bachelor, just a kind older man with a fetish. He was collateral damage.
At 18, the world deemed Désirée a woman now, and that gave her access to even the most cautious older men. She dressed like a goth, clad in all black, slutty eye make-up and a choker. She kept her blonde hair died black and up in pigtails. A petite frame with skinny arms and legs. Her diminutive figured obfuscated the violence and hunger burning behind her lavender eyes.
Désirée was calamity, personified. A young siren getting a taste for pulling men out to sea and to their doom, compelling her prey into deadly dance of lust and consequence. A teen succubus. A collector of souls. A grief eater.
Her stepfather Mathew was at the top of her hit list. He was put together, a Rugby player at the collegiate level. Big hands and a great big cock she'd managed to catch him stoking more times than she could count. She never made a move on him, mainly because he supported Désirée and her mother, and they were very well off. But she loved to fuck with his head.
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One such occasion, she invited her "best friend" Emily over for a sleepover. Désirée and Emily could have been sisters. Emily was a few inches taller, and didn't die her natural blonde hair, but they had similar body types, and dollish features. Although Emily was a few months older, she was much more sheltered, raised with a conservative upbringing by loving parents. This left her with an innate curiosity about everything outside of her little world. A vulnerability Désirée clocked immediately and planned to exploit from the first time they met in Social Studies, Senior year.
Emily was always slightly attracted to Désirée. She represented so many things Emily couldn't help but think about when she laid in bed at night and tried not to rub her teen pussy before the voyeuristic gaze of God. Désirée teased these latent cravings out of friend. She was very handsy, constantly holding her hand and caressing her back and shoulders whenever she talked about her bad days. Emily didn't want to admit that Désirée's contact and attention made her virgin pussy drool into her white cotton panties. But she didn't need to say it. Désirée knew exactly what she was doing, and so she patiently groomed her repressed little toy into the perfect teen temptation.
It was Emily's first sleepover and so it didn't seem weird at all that Désirée came over after class to help her pick and outfit. Désirée sat crosslegged on Emily's bed, her full attention on her friend as Emily tried on a few different pajama combinations. She barely realized that Désirée was subtly guiding her into more and more revealing outfits. She didn't know why playing dress up for another girl was making her body tingle. Désirée licked her lips when she saw a little wet spot appear in the crotch of the pink thong Emily finally agreed to wear.
She slipped on a white satin night down that clung to her small breasts, and Désirée nodded her approval. "This is so cute, Em. Perfect for your first sleepover." Emily smiled sheepishly and tucked her hair behind her ear. No one ever gave her any validation when it came to her physical appearance, and Désirée's compliments made her knees weak and her clit swell.
Once her outfit was decided, she took off the nightgown to fold and put in her overnight pack. Emily started getting dressed, pulled her tight jeans back up her young body and buttoned them. Before she could put put her top on, Désirée was off the bed and stepped forward. Emily covered her bare breasts with her hands out of instinct.
"Listen, Em," Désirée started as if the words were hard to find. Désirée took Emily's hands in her own, leaving her exposed and feeling embarrassed. She took her time, wanting to steep her prey in her own insecurity. "I... I'm so happy you're sleeping over tonight." She stepped closer. "I think it's going to be memory you're going to cherish for a long, long time." She leaned forward and pressed her lips to her to her best friend's mouth, slipping her just a hint of tongue. Emily shuddered and cooed softly, tasting a tongue in her mouth for the first time. By design, Désirée ended the kiss just a little too soon. "Come on, let's head over to my place."
Désirée lived up in Cherokee Hills in a spacious estate overlooking the suburbs of Cherokee City. Emily loved to spend time at Désirée's home. Désirée's mom, Celeste and stepfather Matthew had really become like second parents in the few short months that the girls had been spending time together. She sometimes liked to imagine that she was a Désirée's long lost sister, and that this cool, liberal family was her own.
