by Hayden Ash
“Amber, you’re blushing. Did you meet a guy?!” Sarah asks, genuinely shocked.
“Shut up,” I say and lie back on one of the lounge chairs.
“Oh shit, she’s blushing hard! Your face is fucking red as fuck!” Miranda says.
“Leave me alone, you fuckers!” I say and close my eyes, so I can imagine his cock some more. The more time that passes, the less I can see it in my mind’s eye. I’ve got to see it in person again. I’ve just got to…
“Oh shit, that guy is coming towards us,” I hear Miranda say.
I open my eyes and see this guy walking towards us. He’s really young, probably eighteen like we are. His features are gentle and kind. He’s like the most innocent guy I’ve ever seen, in fact.
“Hi, I saw you from across the pool and I just really wanted to meet you,” he says, extending his hand to me. “You’re really pretty.”
I shake his hand politely, then look away so that he knows I’m not interested without being a bitch.
“Thanks…” I say.
“This your first time at this spa?” He asks.
“Yeah…” I say, wanting desperately to get out of this conversation.
“They’ve got a café two floors up from here if you want to get a smoothie or something?”
“No thanks…” I say.
“Oh, but I just thought…”
“Look, you’re not my type, ok?” I say.
He just stares at me, speechless, as though he’s about to cry.
“You can get out of here now…” I say.
His face tightens up; he’s angry now.
“Dude, get the fuck out of here!” Sarah chimes.
Still speechless, the guy finally walks off.
“That was kind of bitchy, Amber…” Miranda says. “I’m going to over to him and apologize and invite him to hangout with us.”
I’m not paying attention to Miranda’s babbling. While I do feel bad for the kid, I just can’t stop thinking about that guy in the sauna. So manly with that incredible dick. Fuck, I wish he would put it between my legs. I just want so badly to know how it feels to get fucked by such a…man.
Chapter 4
Ansel II
I can’t stop thinking about that girl.
She was the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen. Her eyes had a rare sharp slant to them, exotic like some kind of Eastern European. The way she stared at my cock, the innocent look of genuine shock on her face was such a turn-on. I wish she had stayed for a bit of time before running off. I could have done things to her that she would change her whole concept of pleasure.
Having finished in the sauna, I walk across to one of the steam rooms. I take my towel off and let the steam intensify around me, setting my body on fire.
And, then, she comes back into my mind. I want to know what she looks like with that bathing suit off. I bet her pussy extremely tight and untouched. I imagine the feel of her breasts on my large fingers—smooth and supple. I can almost feel them in my hands right now. And, as I do so, I notice my cock rising to rock hard stiffness. I would pay any price to have her in this steam room with me right now.
I hear a knocking on the glass door, and although I can’t see who’s knocking because of all the steam, I motion for them to come in all the same.
The receptionist walks in, looking shocked to see my erect cock out and pointing straight at her, but she manages to avert her gaze.
“So sorry, Mr. Silver, but, um, your son has brought some young ladies with him to the private spa, and I wanted to make sure you were ok with them entering?”
“No, get rid of ‘em,” I say. “Wait, what did these young ladies look like?”
“Um, one was blonde, and two of them are brunette. They all had blue eyes, I believe.”
“Hmm,” I say, starting to consider that maybe that girl is among them. “How old are they?”
“Eighteen, sir. I made them show me their IDs…”
“Smart, very smart!” I laugh. “What the hell, let them in!”
I wrap a towel around my waist then sit back down. As I close my eyes and shift back into my relaxed zone, I begin to think that it would be wrong of me so to spoil my son’s fun. He doesn’t get very much female attention. Maybe, I shouldn’t get in his way.
But, then, the door opens, and my son enters with the three young ladies. The girl from before is among them, and I as soon as I see her through the thick clouds of steam, I can’t help but stare at her very intensely. She’s magnetic to me in a way I don’t fully understand.
“Hey, Dad, this is Sarah, Miranda, and Amber,” my son says.
“Pleased to meet you, ladies,” I say.
I take Amber’s hand and kisses the back of it, which seems to really get under my son’s skin. Amber, however, starts to blush and giggle like a schoolgirl.
“Well, take a seat you all!” I tell them.
Chapter 5
Jerry I
I sit there, my arms folded, trying hard not to stop my body from shaking from nervousness.
I really want this girl, Amber. She’s drop-dead gorgeous. Her friends are pretty as well, but not like her. And I think we have a connection. Yeah, I’m sure of it…
“Does anyone want water?” I ask the girls.
The two other girls besides Amber nod.
“Why don’t you show them where the water is, son? That’s too many cups for you to bring back by yourself,” my father suggests.
“Sure…” I say, reluctantly.
My father winks at me as I take the two girls out of the steam room. I guess this means I’m supposed to try to have sex with them. That’s certainly what my father would do. I’m not like him, though. I know that women don’t like sex that much. They prefer conversation, so I think I’ll just chat with them and maybe get some details on Amber.
“So, what’s her story?” I ask the girls as I lead through the private spa over to the water fountains.
“What do you mean?”
“She said that I wasn’t her type. What did she mean by that?”
“I mean she rejected you and you came back and offered to take her to your private spa. What do you think she meant?” One of the girls tells me.
“I honestly don’t know,” I reply.
“It means you’re a sweet fuck and she likes guys with more edge than a fucking butter knife,” the other girl tells me. “But, hey, I actually like sweet guys…”
I get nervous when she tells me that and freeze up. Not knowing how to react, I stay silent for the rest of the walk back to the steam room, which seems to make both of the girls uncomfortable.
And then, as we approach the steam room, I see something slam into the glass double doors. The steam moves in away in a wisp, and I discover that it’s Amber’s bare, naked ass pressed up against the door. My father’s large hands are pressed up against the door as well as he drills her, while she has her legs wrapped around his torso.
“Holy shit!” One of the girls’ screams.
“Get it, girl!” The other says.
“Woah, are you…are you crying?” One of the girls asks me.
I turn away because I am, and if I keep looking at my father have sex with the girl that I have a crush on, I might just throw up.
Chapter 6
Amber III
He throws me up higher against the glass door, and when I come back down, I slam even harder onto his huge cock. It feels so incredible in my pussy, I feel like it’s going right through me up my stomach and into my throat. My body literally vibrates as he relentlessly pounds my cunt. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him as we hold one another’s sweaty bodies and fuck right here in the god damn steam room.
He turns me around and pins up against the glass again so that my tits are on full display, and I see Sarah and Miranda there, shocked and a little turned on by what they’re seeing. I can’t believe they’re literally right in front of me, but I don’t really care. They can watch or not watch if they want. All I care about is the
amazing dick I’m getting from this older man.
He reaches up the length of my body and lands his hands on my breasts, squeezing my nipples in between his fingers. He kisses the inside of my ear and tells me I’m his little whore as he savagely punishes my pussy. I have never felt this high, this euphoric, this carnal. It feels like my entire body is floating.
“I’m about to really put a hurting on this pussy!” He tells me fiendishly.
“What are you going to do to me, daddy?” I ask.
Suddenly, I’m hanging upside down as he holds me in the air and starts eating out my cunt. Face to face with it, I take his big dick in my mouth and let it hit the back of my throat, almost throwing up on it. I devour it again like it’s made of candy. I’m as possessed as him at this moment, fully primal, I want all of him and all at once.
“I want daddy’s little whore to cum in my mouth!” He yells at me.
“You do?!”
“I do!”
“Ok, daddy!” I say.
After savoring just a few more seconds of this perfect bliss, I erupt my cum juice into his mouth. It flows out of me like a volcano so hard that it seems like it will never stop. But, finally, when it does, he kisses my clit one last time, flips me upright and then kisses me on my forehead. His face softens, and the carnal rage is replaced with a gentle expression.
“That was the best fucking sex of my life,” he tells me. “I mean that.”
Chapter 7
Ansel III
I smack her little ass as she gets into the backseat of her dirty, economy car.
“Oh my god!” She giggles. “Come with me…”
“You know I can’t, little girl,” I tell her.
“Please…”
“The answer is no, but…”
“But what?”
“Come with me…”
“Where?”
“Paris,” I say.
“Are you serious?!” she asks me, her eyes practically shooting out of her head.
“I am. I have a villa out there, and I’m throwing a wedding for my daughter in a couple of weeks. I know we just met, but I want you to be my date…”
“I don’t know what to say…” she says.
“Say ‘yes,’” I tell her.
She looks over at her two friends sitting in the front seats of the car.
“Stupid, go with him! It’s a hell of a lot better than where we’re going!”
“For real?” She asks.
“Yes, bitch. Go!”
She takes my hand, and I escort her out of the car and back into the spa. I know that this can’t be easy—trusting an older man she just met. But, hey, I did fuck her brains out, so that ought to count for something.
“You can trust me. I don’t know what it is about you, but I’m going to make you my princess. Trust me, I have the means to do it…”
“I only care about getting to be with you…” she whispers in my ear. “But, just promise me that even though I’m a princess out in public, I can still be your little whore when it’s just us.”
“Fuck…” I say. “Where the hell have you been all my life?”
Epilogue
Amber IV
Several Months Later…
Ansel kisses me on the cheek as we pull up to a mansion hidden in a valley that’s not on any map.
“What is this place?” I ask him, then kiss him back.
“I’m not sure. The guy who owns the place, Dominick, is starting to become famous for having certain…interesting parties that he throws for the exceptionally wealthy.”
I grip his hand nervously. I’m very inexperienced, and I sense this is possibly some weird sex party.
“I’m…I’m not sure I’m into this.”
“Just trust me, honey. I’ll take care of you. If you want to leave, just let me know, and we’ll go right away.
As we step out of a car, a dark-haired man and young, blonde woman walk out to greet us accompanied by several man-servants. The man is much older than the girl, probably twice his age—just like Ansel and I.
“Who’s this bitch?” This blonde girl, probably from California, says as her husband introduces us.
“Honey, play nice,” Dominick, her husband says.
Dominick is tall and very handsome. He’s also impeccably dressed and carries himself with an exquisite sort of confidence I’ve never seen. It’s a thing of beauty.
He holds my hand tightly in his and stares down at me, his hazel eyes looking very wolf-like in the most delicious way. Out of the corner of my eye, I see that Ansel is having none of it. But Dominick isn’t backing down.
“You’ve got ten seconds to move your fucking hand…” Ansel tells Dominick in a low, dangerous growl.
“Buddy, if you can’t handle some innocent hand-holding, then you’ll never survive what we’re all about to go through…”
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BOOK 17: Daddy’s Little Vampire
Chapter 1
John I
I am locked in a little black box with a picture of demons pasted onto the central panel between carvings.
This is what I hear her sing to herself over and over and over again, while she sips her fifth red-wine spritzer two seats down from me at the bar.
She’s gorgeous, skinny, but not quite anorexic, jet black hair that goes all the way down past her ass, really hot body, great tits, very heavy makeup, and there’s a lifelessness to her that I find oddly thrilling. I finally decide to approach her before any other guy here finds the balls to do it.
“Hi there,” I say.
Her head snaps sharply towards me. There’s a blank expression like she’s looking right through me to the other end of the bar like I’m not even there.
“Hello…” she says.
“You’re really into red-wine spritzers, huh?”
“Hmm? Is that what this is called?” She says, picking up the glass to examine it. “Yes, they’re delicious. I don’t want to get too drunk, however.”
“Oh yeah, why’s that? Got a job interview in the morning or something?”
“No, my…father doesn’t like it,” she says.
I notice that she speaks slowly, as though attempting to recall a poorly rehearsed script.
“You’re kind of freaky, you know that? But I like it. I like it a lot, actually.”
“But, you don’t even know me,” she tells me.
“But I want to know you.”
“But you don’t. And, you shouldn’t if you value your life,” she says, emotionless.
“Spooky!” I laugh.
“You realize that even speaking to me, you’re essentially stepping into a burning building?”
“I like the way flames feel on my skin,” I say slowly, seductively.
“Hmm…” she ponders. “Very well.”
She takes my hand and yanks me off of my bar stool with surprising strength. I find myself being pulled incredibly fast through the crowded bar. People look at us like we’re insane as she effortlessly shoves people left and right out of her way.
When we get outside the club, she pulls back behind the dumpsters and then throws me up against the brick wall of the building. Then she bites my neck extremely sharply.
“Oh, fuck!” I scream.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says. “You are the man…I forgot…you should be the one to throw me up against the wall, yes?”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” I say.
Then she spins me around and throws herself against the brick wall. I’ve got a medium hard-on, and so I decide to just go with it.
“I like your ‘crazy…’” I tell her. “It’s a thing of beauty.”
“Really?” She asks, genuinely surprised.
“Fuck yeah, you’re not like most of these ugly, generic girls—fucking waxy and fake.”
“That’s…sweet…of you…” she say
s. “Ok, now I would like to be fucked.”
I move to pick her up, but it’s like she’s already levitating up in the air by the time I grab her. Next, I know, her legs are wrapped around me and her red-lace panties are around her ankles. I stick my dick in her, but I can’t maintain my erection.
“Fuck, …fuck!” I yell at my penis.
“Are you…not attracted to me?” She asks.
“No, I am. Believe me, I really fucking am. I don’t know what this is…”
“You’re a man, are you not?”
“Uh, yeah, I’m a man.”
“And, men fuck women do they not?”
“Yes…”
“So either fuck me, or you’re not a man…”
“Woah, what?”
Suddenly, her expression completely shifts from a sweet young girl to a venomous, cruel creature—almost monstrous. Then, her face begins to change. Her eyes slowly turn shiny black, and her teeth become yellowish-green and disfigured, and part of her mouth falls off—almost like it’s rotting.
Then, without knowing what happened, I’m on the ground, and she’s lying on top of me.
“Your teeth are the color of lightning,” she tells me. “I am…jealous.”
Then she hits me hard, and I pass out.
When I regain consciousness, she’s taken me out into the woods—way away from the bar, and with the moonlight being the only thing allowing me to see even a glimpse of her now, I watch her bleed me out.