I Made You Famous, You Owe Me | Rape, Sex, Blowjob, Creampie, Teen

**Another Anon user suggestion, very hot story and situation!**

**10 points to anyone who can guess which famous person Morgan is based off! :D**

**Please enjoy….**

The seventeen thousand strong crowds gave wave after wave of applause when Morgan finished her encore. She had sung her signature song and the battalions of teenage girls went hysteric. All these people were here for her and Morgan loved it. These people had paid good money for overpriced tickets to come and see her sing her number one hits, and Morgan had only just turned eighteen.

Morgan waved and bowed and then left the stage. She walked down a busy corridor, people complimenting and praising her for the great show, fans who had made it backstage shouting her name and reaching out, anything just to touch her. Morgan talked to a few and took a few photographs with them. She loved meeting the fans. Fourteen-year-old girls crying and being nervous, they reminded her off herself when she was that age, before she had become one of the most acclaimed young popstars.

She pushed through a crowd laughing and smiling, thanking them for coming to see her, and opened her dressing room door. She closed and breathed out. Another great show, she thought to herself.

Morgan went and sat in front of the mirror, examined herself. Her hair was raven black with a neon green streak down her fringe. She was colourful baggy trousers and top. She didn’t wear tight clothes or anything that showed too much skin. After she had started to get famous she knew she’d be in the public eye, and that paparazzi could be around any corner. She didn’t want to be one of those singers who wore short skirts and showed off their tits any chance they got.

Now in the privacy of the dressing room, she lifted the baggy top off and threw it on the couch. She had a white vest on that barely contained her bouncy tits. For a barely legal teen, she had big breasts, one of the many reasons she dressed the way she did. She couldn’t sing if everyone was gawking at her.

She sat on the couch and opened a can of Coke. She took a long drink and checked her phone. She was trending on twitter as always, and had dozens of texts from other famous people, congratulating her.

She drank the coke and smiled. A knock came from the door. ‘Come in.’ She shouted, and the door opened. A tall, lanky man, in sunglasses, stepped in. Black trousers and a white shirt. It was Damien, Morgan’s agent and manager.

‘How we doing, Morgan? That was a great show!’

‘Thanks.’ Morgan didn’t like Damien, he was *too* happy. A fake happy. ‘I’m doing fine. Just a bit tired’

‘Well, you’ve earned a rest.’ He laughed and sat down next to her. Put his hand on her leg. She subtly moved away from him. ‘I’ve been setting up that video shoot on Thursday.’

‘Cool.’ Morgan looked back at her phone. She hated her music videos.

‘We’ve got the actors and a director. Big movie guy. You’ll love him.’

‘But I thought I was gonna direct…?’

‘You’re the talent.’ He smirked, ‘Leave the directing to the directors.’

‘Fine.’

‘And…’ He got his phone out, turned it on. ‘I’ve got some ideas for your outfit.’

He turned his phone and Morgan looked at it. On the screen was a tall slender model. She was wearing a diamond bikini top and *very* short jean cut-offs. Any shorter and you’d be able to see her pussy lips, and her breasts we’re near leaking from the top.

‘You’re joking?’ She said, genuinely confused. ‘I’m not wearing that.’

‘Why not?’

‘Do you know me whatsoever?’ She snapped. ‘I don’t show skin and I don’t dress like a slut.’

‘Morgan, you’re overreacting. Every other female singer wears shit like this.’

‘No.’

‘Listen,’ His face was showing hints of anger, ‘You’re not a kid anymore, there’s no need for you to be so conservative.’ He looked down at her cleavage. ‘Imagine how many more people would watch you and listen to you if you dressed like this.’

‘Like a whore.’

‘Call it what you want.’ He spat. ‘I *insist* that you wear this.’

She laughed, ‘And I *insist* that you fuck off. I’m not wearing that. And if you can’t accept that… I guess you’re fired.’

Damien’s face went red and he stood up. ‘Don’t you dare speak to me like that. I made you, you little entitled bitch.’

‘Bitch?’

‘Yeah, a little bitch. And a talentless one at that. You were nothing. You only made it ‘cos you blew that studio exec.’

‘Woah, what?’ Morgan’s stomach dropped. How did he know? That guy promised that he wouldn’t tell.

‘Yeah. I know all about that. A little innocent teen blowing an old exec. Your music was shit and you would never have made it without me.’ He came closer to her pointed an accusing finger at her face, ‘The expensive cars. The big house. The state-of-the-art recording studios. That was all me. All thanks to me.’

‘Shut the fuck up-’ Morgan was interrupted when Damien backhanded slapped her across the face. Her head shook as she fell to the side. She sat back up, he cheeks bright red and tears welling behind her big blue eyes. She wanted to say something to argue, but Damien scared her. He no longer just annoyed her, he frightened her.

He grabbed her vest and harshly pulled her closer, the fabric ripped slightly. ‘I made you famous. You owe me.’ He looked at the fear in her face. The red cheek. The starting of a stream of tears. Then he looked down, a tear fell and dripped in between her deep cleavage. He gazed at her tits hungrily. ‘Well,’ He growled, ‘If I’m tired, I’m gonna take out what I’m owed.’

He pushed her back down and took a step back. Looked her over, ‘I’ve been wanting this ever since I met you.’ Damien pulled down his pants and then his boxer shorts. His cock was long and cut. It twitched slightly at the sight of the crying Morgan. He stepped closer. ‘You sucked that studio exec, now you can suck me.’ He pulled her forward by the vest, this time it ripped fully and he violently pulled it off her, leaving her tits bare and exposed. He laughed, ‘So you’ve been hiding these?’ He placed his hand on the back of her head and pulled her towards his crotch.

Morgan was stunned. An out of body experience. Was this happening? Within five minutes, her agent of three years who had bugged her and irritated her was now brutally forcing his cock into her barely legal mouth.

His cock rubbed against her full pretty lips. ‘Open your fucking mouth. Open. It.’ He slapped her face again, hard. She yelped and then separated her lips. Damien pushed himself into her warm mouth. He let out a moan and started to thrust in and out. She could feel him getting harder, and within a minute he was as hard as rock. His cock was long and she gagged as it forced its way down her throat. He held her head securely and quickly fucked her mouth. He pushed deep and held it there, he growled in pleasure. Morgan could feel him stretching her bulging neck, like an alien tentacle from a sci-fi horror film. She started to panic, she couldn’t breathe. She started smashing her hands on his legs and then tried to claw at his chest. She thought she was going to die when finally he pulled out slightly and she breathed in the air.

She coughed and gagged and then she threw up. The pre-cum bile covered Damien’s wet dick and some stained the dressing room’s blue carpet. He slapped her again. ‘Fuckin’ dumb bitch, you’ve ruined my fuckin’ pants.’

Morgan cried and said, ‘Please, I’m sorry. Just stop… please.’

Damien looked at her, her pretty face was sweaty and red, her black/green hair was messy from where he had pulled and twisted it.

He slapped her again. This strong attack knocked Morgan to side, it was hard enough that she didn’t even react. Her head whirled and she tasted blood in her mouth. She lay stunned, clutching her cheek.

Damien grabbed the legs of her green baggy trousers and effortlessly pulled them down. Morgan was wearing black panties. They tore easily when Damien ripped them off, leaving her pussy exposed. There was a small patch of blondish hair on her crotch, her natural colour.

Morgan started to regain her senses, looked up at her attacker. ‘Please, don’t… I’ll wear it… I’ll wear the outfit… I’ll wear whatever you want… just stop.’

It was too late. Damien didn’t reply. He spread her legs with his arms and positioned himself between them. Morgan felt his cock rub up against her thigh, still slick with her saliva and vomit. She tried to push at him, flailing her arms widely, he dodged her attack and managed to grab both of her arms in one of his hands. He roughly held them above her head,

He spat in her face. ‘You’re a worthless whore. Without me, you’d be a nobody. You’d still be living in that shithole house. Without me you’d be a fucking crackhead, sucking guys off on the side of the road in exchange for your next hit.’ He slapped her twice again then stroked his cock. He pressed himself into her.

She screamed and wept and struggled to no avail. He went deeper, stretching her teen pussy wider than it had ever been. She could feel him inside her, violating her, ruining her, degrading her. His pulsating long cock was so deep that her belly bulged slightly. He pulled out, then rammed himself back in. She howled out in pain as her pussy walls were contorted and strained by this new invader.

He leant down as he pounded her, and inch from her face. He started to lick and kiss her face. His tongue had a mind of its own, rubbing all over face, lapping up the tears that streamed like a waterfall from her red eyes. He kissed her on her bloodstained lips. He bit her bottom lip and she squealed in agony, he laughed and bit her harder as he raped her tight, tiny pussy harder.

His fucking got more brutal. Every thrust feeling deeper than the last, as if his cock was fucking through her pussy and her torso and into her neck. Morgan struggled and convulsed, her tits jiggling, Damien pinched at her nipples and sped up his attack.

He twitched and jerked inside her. ‘I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fill your cunt up you dumb bitch.’ He gave out a growl and erupted inside her. He continued to thrust, his seed filling her up. His cum felt warm in Morgan’s insides, it felt as if she was ruined forever. Tainted for eternity by Damien. Every time she would want to get intimate with a guy, she’d only ever feel Damien’s cock pulverising her, only ever feel his sticky cum in her womb.

He fell limp on her. Morgan cried as Damien breathed heavily. After minute he got up and wiped his cock down with some tissues. He got dressed and examined himself in the mirror. He swept his hair back, straightened his shirt, breathed in, and walked over to the door.

‘See you at the video shoot on Thursday.’ He was nonchalant. ‘I’ll order than outfit for you,’ He opened the door and left the dressing room.

Morgan curled up in a ball on the couch. She cried for two hours, her attackers cum leaking out of her stretched cunt and onto the couch, drying on her inner thigh. She got to her feet, her insides hurting, and hobbled to the bathroom. She placed her head over the toilet and vomited. She then turned the shower on and sat under the freezing cold steam of water.

Morgan cried for the rest of the night.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fgm9cm/i_made_you_famous_you_owe_me_rape_sex_blowjob