by Hayden Ash
“Faster,” he says.
I start stroking faster, the friction making it extremely hot in my hand. It’s so heavy that I practically need two hands to keep holding onto it, but before I can start using my other hand, he takes it and puts it on his huge balls. I play with them while I stroke his shaft, and, all the while, keep staring at the his penis—completely mesmerized.
“Yes,” he says. “You can put it in your mouth.”
As if I’m afraid he’s going to change his mind, I quickly my lips around it, take it in slowly, my mouth filling all the way up as it hits the back of my little throat. I close my eyes and savor the taste of it, the feel of it, so much better than even what I had imagined.
“Tommy told me you’re a virgin,” he says. “I’m going to be your first time.”
“Yes,” I say very quickly.
He pulls me off of his cock, bends down and kisses me, my lips still hot and soft from sucking him.
Then, he dramatically changes pace, and rapidly rips my legs apart as far as they will go. He leans over me and, finally, the entire dream comes true. I feel his breath against my neck and his chest against my breasts, and then, ever so slowly, I feel his enormous cock entering my little pussy.
It hurts so, so badly, and yet it is everything I wanted it to be and more. I immediately feel like I’m his, like my pussy belongs to him to do with whatever he wants.
I dig my nails very deep into his skin, harder than I anticipated I would, and start to actually feel blood drip down onto my fingertips.
“Oh no, I’m so sorry!” I say.
“It’s ok, it feels good,” he says.
Then, he pushes deeper into me. A part of me wants to tell him I can’t take it, but I know that actually I do. I don’t know why I like this pain, but I do, and every single inch that his cock goes deeper into me, the more I feel like we are one, which, I realize, is what I’ve been craving all along.
“You can say it…” He says. “I’m your Daddy. I’m Daddy fucking his little girl’s tight pussy, aren’t I?”
“Yes! You are my Daddy!” I moan. “I love Daddy’s dick!”
“Daddy loves fucking his little girl,” he says. “He loves popping her cherry.”
Then, he pushes so far deep into me that I feel like it’s inside my stomach. I cum instantly and hard. It goes everywhere and I blush the brightest shade of red that there is.
“Woah, that’s a lot of cum, little girll!” He laughs.
“I know. I’m sorry!” I say.
“For what?” He asks. “I adore it.”
He pulls out of me, bends down, and kisses the edge of my pussy, getting my cum on his lips. I lean up, gently wipe my white velvety syrup off of him, and kiss him—feeling something more than just the lust I’ve been feeling for him since we first met, something even more powerful.
He grabs and pulls me up on his cock, holding me by my little ass cheeks. Then, he pumps into me, and I feel a volcano going off in my pussy, erupting over and over and over in a hot lava wave.
And then, he cums inside me, and we hold onto each other really tightly, his dick still inside of me, and we don’t let go for several minutes.
Then, finally, he puts me back down on the table and I get up to my feet and lick the remaining semen up from off his cock, cleaning him.
Then he hugs me. I wrap my arms around him and feel my feet lifting off the ground. And, as I look at him eye to eye for the first time, I discover that what I feel…what we both feel, is definitely what I hoped “love” would feel like.
Prom
I hear a female singer’s voice boom out of the big speakers that are stationed all around throughout the gymnasium.
If it’s not real, you can’t hold in your hand. You can’t feel it with your heart, and I won’t believe it. But if it’s true, you can see it with your eyes, yeah, even in the dark, and that’s where I want to be!
I turn around and Tommy takes me in his arms for the cliché “slow dance” that’s so high school—that’s so fake—that’s so unfulfilling--that’s so the opposite of everything I want right now. It kills me that I can’t be here with him. Tommy kisses me on the cheek and I instantly feel like my skin is crawling away from my body. Before the song can even end, I push him hard off of me.
“Woah, what’s going on?” Tommy asks.
“I just can’t do this,” I say.
“Do what?”
“This…with you…it’s not right. I’m not happy. You have to know that. Why do you ignore it? How can you stand it?” I ask him, shaking my head, so disappointed that I haven’t done this sooner.
“Fuck you, you bitch. You owe me sex! I fucking made you! You think you would have been anyone in this school if I hadn’t shown so much interest in you? You’re fucking nothing but a flat assed cunt-whore!” Tommy spits.
Suddenly, I see him. And, before I know it, he’s grabbed Tommy’s arm and twisted it, bringing Tommy to his knees. Tommy starts crying, and begs him to let go.
“Apologize to her, fuck-nut,” he commands Tommy.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Tommy cries. “It won’t ever happen again. I’m an idiot!”
He twists Tommy’s arm even more, bringing Tommy’s face to the floor. Then, seeing that I’m satisfied with this, he finally lets Tommy go and Tommy falls to the floor.
“What the fuck are you all looking at?!” He bellows to the entire gymnasium.
Everyone instantly turns back to what they were doing, pretending that they didn’t just see Tommy get his ass kicked by a teacher.
“Let’s go,” he says, taking me by the arm and walking me out of the gym.
We walk through the crowd who are all trying extremely hard not to stare, and honestly doing a pretty decent job of it, probably because he’s so frightening to everyone besides me. I can only see him as my hero, my protector, my Daddy, mine.
“I know that you turned down a lot of schools to stay here.,” he whispers in my ear, the smell of his cologne making me weak in the knees. “And, I want you to know something.”
He pulls out a little box from his jacket pocket and bends down none knee and says to me:
“This heart of mine is yours…if you want it.”
BOOK 3: Micah’s Room: Ginnifer
Ginnifer I
I can’t help but wait for the right man…
I’m cleaning the bar even though it’s only six and we don’t close until eleven. I want to get out of here so that I can take a nap before we go out to the clubs. I need that right now. I don’t know what’s going to happen if I have to spend another lonely night alone with my thoughts.
“Ginnifer, why are you cleaning the bar. You do know that people are coming in for a conference this weekend? Some kind of billionaire master-mind convention,” Ashley, one of the waitresses, tells me.
“Shit, so then there’s going to be…”
“Tons of women lurking everywhere, yep!” She smiles.
“You seem excited…” I tell her.
“You’re not? Gin, they’re fucking billionaires. Don’t act like that’s not super-hot!”
“It’s not,” I say. “You know I’m not that type of woman…”
“Oh right, all of your exes were broke dudes that had nothing to do but worship you, but when you couldn’t be available to them all the time they cheated on you,” Ashley says, rolling her eyes. “Do you ever think that maybe the problem is you’re dating the wrong kind of guy?”
“Shut the hell up, Ashley,” I say. “Those guys are full of shit. Go ahead and throw yourselves at them and see what happens.”
“You know you can really be a bitch when you want to be, Ginnifer,” Ashley says.
Then, she speed-walks away so that I can’t respond and make her feel even worse about herself than she already does. These waitress types are all the same—absolutely no sense of direction, which is frustrating to see because they work so hard to get absolutely nowhere in life. Sure, I’m going nowhere in life, but bartending
is easy work that pays really well, and the effect is multiplied when you’re a woman.
Just as I polish the last glass, I look up and see a whole batch of men in tailored suits approaching me with feverish enthusiasm in their eyes. Shit, shit, shit!
They jostle one another for seats at the bar. I take one look at them all and can see that they’re all total alphas—the kind of men that easily dominate others as easily as they breathe air. While not all of them are as genetically gifted as others, they’re almost all in incredible shape—handsome in a way that you both trust and fear.
But, as they all shout on top of one another to get my attention, I only notice one of them—a tall, extremely muscular man who’s sitting by himself at a bar in the corner of the room. He stares at his phone—transfixed by something—and, I can tell that he is in pain about something, and for some reason, I decide to leave the bar to approach him.
“Hey there, mister,” I say.
He looks up at me, and I notice that he’s incredibly handsome—his soft, beautiful eyes contrasting his otherwise hard, rugged face. He’s such a big man that it’s almost monstrous, but it’s also turning me on faster than I ever have before. I feel like he could flip, twist, and turn me every possible way without even breaking a sweat, and I can’t even imagine how hard a man like this could fuck me. He would probably destroy me in bed.
“Hi,” he says, his voice incredibly deep and powerful—like it has it’s own vibration.
“You looked lonely all the way over here, so I thought I’d come over and see if you’d want a drink?” I ask.
“No, thank you, I don’t drink,” he says.
“Why are you at a bar then, silly?” I ask.
“Well, to tell you the truth, I just really don’t want to be alone right now,” he tells me.
“Why’s that?” I ask. “Wait, I’m sorry—that’s really invasive.”
“Thanks, I understand it’s probably just part of your job. But, yes, it is a little personal,” he says.
“I’ll leave you alone, sorry again!” I say, enormously embarrassed.
As I leave back to the bar, I hear him call for me.
“Miss?” he asks.
“Yes?” I say, turning back around.
“I never got your name.”
“Oh, it’s Ginnifer.”
“That’s really beautiful and so uncommon,” he says. “Ginnifer, it was a pleasure to meet you,”
“Oh, um, you as well!” I say.
When he doesn’t say anything else, I return back to the bar, feeling strangely empty now.
As I pour drinks for all the billionaires crowding the bar, my mind is someplace else entirely. It’s as if that man emptied me and froze me in ice—forced to wait until he unthaws me. I just want to know what he thinks of me. I want him to reach out to me, and invite me somewhere with him. And, what’s even stranger about this, is that I hate men like him—unbelievably self-assured, incredibly mysterious, and frustratingly sexy. I pretty much go for the exact opposite in my dating life. I wouldn’t even know how to act with a man like that if he asked me out. But, a part of me, a growing part of me, really wants to know.
Micah I
I walk into the elevator, and as I feel it rise to the penthouse floor of the hotel, I cannot think about anything except how unbelievably gorgeous that woman back there was. She was so soft and friendly that talking to her was like putting a hot towel over your face that never gets cold. And, I just can’t understand how just talking to her was able to lift me out of this dark, sunken place that I’ve somehow fallen into for the last few months.
The elevator reaches the top floor, and I exit, then enter my room. When I get inside, I throw my bag on the floor and sink down into the nearest piece of furniture I can find.
I think about her even more now. I’m entangled by her. I can see her image whether my eyes are opened or closed. The picture is vivid—just as if she really were standing here with me right now. The only time I’ve ever had a woman make this much of an impression on me was one other time with her…But I love it. And I don’t want it to go away.
Ginnifer II
“I don’t know what think, or how to act, or what to feel,” I tell my best friend, Nina, as we wait in the lobby for our car service to pick us up.
“Damn, girl, you did a bunch of shots, and you’re still this stuck in your head? Your ex must have been quite a man! Did he have a huge dick or something?” Nina asks.
“I’m not talking about my ex,” I say.
“What? Are you serious?” Nina asks, shocked.
“Stop looking at me like that. I’m allowed to be interested in other men!” I say.
“Of course you are, but you’ve been stuck on this one, fuckin’ loser for months!” She says. “I’m just…so happy! When are you all going to see each other again?”
“Well, …never. He didn’t ask me out,” I confess.
“He didn’t? Maybe, he’s gay. I’ve been your best friend for years, and no guy has ever not tried to get your number.”
“He’s definitely not gay. I can’t explain it, but his energy towards me was just so…sexual.”
“This is crazy to hear. The guys you usually like have absolutely no sexual energy. I always figured you preferred it that way.”
“Usually, I do. Most of the time, guys with so much sexual charisma are players, but this guy just seemed different. I don’t know. Shit, I know I’m contradicting myself.”
“That’s what people do when they’re crushing on someone!” Nina grins.
“Shut up, I’m not in ninth grade. I don’t crush.”
“Ginnifer?” I hear someone call me suddenly.
I turn around and see that guy walking towards me. I start blushing so hard that it hurts my face, and I can tell Nina knows that this is the guy.
“You look…incredible,” he says to me.
Then, he turns to Nina, who’s ogling him—practically salivating.
“Hi, I’m Micah, nice to meet you,” he says to Nina.
“Nice to meet…you,” Nina says, her jaw practically on the floor.
“You all are going somewhere nice, I take it?” Micah asks us.
“Just going to meet up with a couple of girlfriend at the clubs. Nothing special,” I say, barely able to think straight long enough to put together sentences.
“Oh, well. Hopefully, it’s a great night! I, myself, am off to a strip club, unfortunately. I really would rather just stay in my room and prepare for my speech tomorrow. However, this little “secret society” makes these kinds of outings with the members mandatory.
Nina’s phone buzzes and she looks down at it.
“Oh, the car is here. Gin, I’m going to go out and hold it while you finish your conversation. Take your time!” She says, patting my shoulder.
“Oh, ok,” I say.
“Hey, I know this might be a strange request, but join me. We can just spend twenty minutes, and then head out somewhere much more fun.”
“Oh, um, I would love to, but…”
“You don’t approve of strippers. I don’t blame you,” he says.
“No, no, that’s not it at all!” I say. “It’s just…well, I’m sort of in a relationship.”
“Oh, I see,” he says. “Well, I don’t want to hold you.”
“Thanks, sorry!” I say.
He nods as I turn to walk away from him. And, as I exit the lobby outside to the car, I feel each step with intense pain. The frozen feeling is back, but now the person I need to unthaw me is myself, and, for some reason, I can’t.
Once I get in the car, I start to tear up and cover my face because I don’t want to ruin Nina’s night.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” Nina asks, easily able to see what’s going on with me.
“I just blew it. Shit, I’m sorry. You know that tequila gets me all weepy!” I say. “I’ll get it together. I only need a few minutes.”
“Shut up,” Nina says. “I’m so happy that you’re crying becau
se that means you’re awake again. For years now you’ve been stuck frozen in this weird place emotionally. It’s like you do everything you can to avoid the kind of man you really want. And now, seeing you with that guy, baby, you’re feeling again. You’re allowing yourself to feel what you feel. This is a miracle!”
“Yeah, but now that’s over.”
“Ginnifer, listen to me. You sound like the losers that you’ve been dating for years, and you’re not a loser, ok? Think like a winner. Think like a woman who takes what she wants, and make it happen!”
Micah II
So many dollar bills fly through the air that I can barely even see any of the strippers.
Within seconds of getting here, the atmosphere had already turned to a dick-measuring contest with all of us men having a relatively endless resource with which to prove our size. I’ve thrown money even though I’m not enjoying myself at all, because I know that this is these women’s careers. They may have people depending on them for financial support. One never knows.
Across the room, I’ve locked eyes with a woman that I know is mine if I want her. This is how it always goes for me at the strip club. Inevitably, a woman slowly tries to draw me in before finally coming over to me, dancing on me for several songs, and then practically begging me to get a private dance in the back, and then when we’re back there she touches me in places that she’s not supposed to and asks me if I want to fuck her right here in the room, and I tell her, as gently as I can, that I’m not interested, and angry she kicks me out of the room, and then the cycle begins all over again.
All I want is Ginnifer. I close my eyes, and I can see is her. And, then, when I feel one of the strippers start to rub her ass on my crotch, I can’t help but imagine that she’s Ginnifer.