The First Timers

by Hayden Ash

  Then, after I pour myself a tall glass, I walk over to my armchair and sink down, hoping to be able to get rid of my stress some before I have to get back up in twenty minutes to check on the day’s earnings and call several of my investors.

  I look straight ahead at nothing in particular, quieting my mind, and swallow the entire glass in a single gulp. Then, I close my eyes so that I can relax, but even after they’re closed I still can’t help but think about all of the things that still need to be done before the company will be ready to go public, and in what ways the market might not perform as expected, and to what extent I’ve entrusted the success of the company to my employees from the senior level all the way down to the company we hired to provide us with supposedly superior entry-level workers. And, when I eventually open my eyes back open, I see Lorelei standing in the doorway of my study, giggling and looking mischievous.

  “Can I help you, Lorelei?” I ask.

  “You know I have that trip coming up in a few days…” she says.

  “Oh, the one to Hawaii with your senior class? I’m impressed you get along with the other students so well after only joining their class a few months ago…” I say.

  “Yeah, but now I can’t go with them because I forgot to get you to sign this permission slip!”

  “I see…” I say. “So, now you need me to play dad?”

  “No,” she says.

  Then, she saunters slowly towards me, bends down, and whispers in my ear, while she holds on tightly to my shoulders.

  “I need you to be my dad…I mean, my daddy!”

  I look long into her innocent eyes and sexy long hair that falls all the way down to her ass. And, I feel myself getting hard again—my cock now drilling its way hard into the fabric of my pants.

  “I…can’t let you go on the trip,” I say. “It wouldn’t be right.”

  “Aw, why not, daddy?” She asks.

  “Because, I don’t want you to get hurt, and I can’t be there to ensure that you don’t,” I say, firmly. “You’re my responsibility.”

  “Nothing is going to happen, though, I promise!”

  “I said, ‘no.’ That’s it. This conversation is over, young lady!” I say, my voice booming throughout the study.

  I take her hands off of my shoulders, but then she slips her hands out of my grip. Then, she falls to her knees and lands in between mine and grabs my belt—ripping it loose before I even know what’s happening.

  “Oh, no it’s not over, old man!” She giggles.

  “Lorelei, what are you doing? Stop this…” I tell her.

  But, she does not stop.

  She pulls my zipper down, and starts to suck on the head of my dick through my briefs—teasing my cock with the intense pleasure it will feel once her lips finally touch its skin.

  I grab her, but I find that I’ve lost all the strength in my arm needed to push her off. Every part of me is conflicted. I know that I want her and that I have no problem taking her, but I do have a problem with using my position as her guardian to do it. Would she be doing this if she didn’t need me to sign her permission slip? Probably not…

  She finally pulls my briefs down—only low enough so that she can expose my naked cock. She looks at it—her eyes widening.

  “Fuck, it’s so thick,” she tells me. “I can’t believe you were hiding this thing from me!”

  “Lorelei, get up, all right? I’m not signing your permission slip.”

  “Oh, yes, you are!” She says.

  And, then, just like that, her mouth swallows my cock—warm and wet. She moans as she bobs up and down on it while doing tricks on it with her tongue. I close my eyes and run my hands through her long, blonde hair.

  “Mmm, that’s tasty, daddy!” She says, looking up at me. “Now, do you think it will fit my tight, virgin pussy?

  Lorelei III

  When I get lonely, I think about the absence of meaningful sex, and how we all try to rationalize not having it by lying to ourselves that we don’t want it. Yet, when we have it, we remember what we always knew…that it is the ultimate expression of human connection.

  I sit on his lap and bite down on my own wrist, while I sit down on it because I don’t want to upset him by screaming, even though I think he might like it.

  It’s so deep and thick and hard in my pussy, filling it all up and hitting my spot just right. I put my slender hands around his thick, muscular neck, and watch his dark, blue eyes stay fixed on nothing besides me, even as he struggles to breathe. Then, he starts bouncing me hard on it—wanting to tear my pussy apart, and I let my head fall back, feeling each soaking wet groove slide tightly against his long cock.

  He grabs my breasts firmly in his big, masculine hands and squeezes them. And, even though I’m on top, he takes full control of me, and expertly punishes my pussy with his humongous appendage. Then, I lean down against him and start biting his neck, while I hold onto him—tightly hugging his body. Then, I let my head fall down on his big chest and continue to let him fuck me for as long as intensely as he wants and needs. I’m all his. Every part of me.

  He picks me up and throws me against the chair. Then, in seconds, he’s inside me again, taking me from behind, and I grip the armrests as tightly as I can, because it’s hard to keep from falling off my feet with the way he’s drilling his long cock into me, pushing his way further and further into even as my tight walls try to hold him back.

  “You like fucking me rough, daddy?” I ask him, panting. “Do whatever you want to me, daddy, I’m yours!”

  He spins me around, lifts me up in his strong arms, and pins me hard against the wall. He enters me a third time and pounds me so hard that I feel like he might blast me into the next room. I kiss him all over his face, and break my long nails into his back, while my legs wrap around his ass and squeeze as tightly and squeeze tightly.

  He groans loudly as he holds me up by my ass cheeks, and looks demonically into my eyes, wanting my soft skin, my delicate, unspoiled body, and my innocence all for himself.

  “Cum in me, daddy!” I tell him. “I want your babies!”

  “And, without hesitating, he ejaculates into me and then drops me back slowly against the wall. I sink down to the floor, my pussy overflowing with cum—his and mine.

  Epilogue

  Lorelei IV

  “You know you were my first time?” I tell him.

  “Bullshit,” he says, smiling.

  “Not bullshit, daddy!” I giggle.

  “I’ve heard you having sex in your bedroom!” He confesses to me.

  “Oh, that…” I say. “I let him fuck my ass, but I was saving my pussy…”

  “For who?”

  “For you, silly! C’mon, we both knew we wanted each other from the day we met!”

  “I knew that I did…” he tells me. “And, I suspected you did, too.”

  “I feel bad that you had to cancel your company retreat to be here…” I say, changing the subject.

  “You’re worth way more than any dumb ass retreat,” he tells me. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too, Christian.”

  And, with that, I give him a big kiss, and then run across the beach to my friends who are waiting for me, so we can officially start our Hawaii trip, which I know I will enjoy so much more because I have he’s watching over me…my Christian, my Daddy.

  THE END

  BOOK 5: Rescue Me, Daddy!!!

  Nora I

  When you can’t feel, you go to the places where you do feel even if those places are filled with misery and pain and even death.

  I’m on all fours, my face pressed against two pillows and my ass high in the air. My arms are tied with duct tape to the headboard, and my feet are chained loosely to the base of the bed.

  “You ready?” He asks.

  “Yep,” I say, monotone.

  “Ok, guys. She’s ready!” He yells over to the other room.

  Seconds later, two more guys walk in, boys really, and eagerly circle around me. On
e guy, my boyfriend, steps up behind me and, letting his sweats fall to the floor, enters me from behind.

  One of the other boys, much bigger than my boyfriend, gets on the bed and kneels in front of me, then sticks his huge cock roughly, cruelly, into my mouth—not even waiting for me to open my lips, preferring, instead, to pry them open himself.

  The last guy just stands in the corner and watches for a while—stroking his cock until it’s hard. Then, he joins his friend on the bed, and I’m expected to stroke his dick even stiffer, while I continue to suck off the first boy, which I do. Then, I switch and suck him off, while stroking the first boy’s cock.

  There used to be a time when I liked fucking like this. Rebellious by nature, I wanted sex to be cruel. I got an enormous high off of it.

  Then, at some point during the nonstop violent sex, my boyfriend got me hooked on cocaine, and while it would be convenient to say that he’s responsible for all of my problems, the truth is I knew he was no good and that’s why I, at the time, liked him so much.

  But, now, I can feel my heart breaking just a little bit more every time I have to go through humiliating sex just to enact their porn-induced fantasies. I want love as crazy as that sounds from someone who behaves like me. I mean, who could love me after what I’ve become? If I were a guy, I certainly wouldn’t.

  After it’s over, they all leave the room—high-fiving themselves on a job well done even though there isn’t even a trace of my cum anywhere on my body.

  I lie down on my side facing the tiny window and sob to myself for a while—knowing things couldn’t get any worse even in my nightmares. I think about how I should leave him, but how I’d be even more fucked if I did.

  Then, I get up and drink a half-empty completely flat diet coke, and sneak out through one of the windows to take a walk, because I can’t stand to see any of their smug, satisfied faces for even one more second.

  Outside, I close my eyes and let the wind whip through my long hair and, for a moment, pretend that I am someone else and that I am somewhere else, and that this is all a bad dream. It hurts more when I reopen my eyes then if I didn’t let myself temporarily believe in the fantasy, but I can’t help it. I want it so bad. It’s all I think about. Getting out somehow.

  Damien I

  “I swear to you I’m wild in bed!” This strange woman I’ve never met yells as she forcefully tries to grab my wrist.

  I avoid her grasp and push her back lightly—just to show that I do not like to be touched by strangers. This is why I don’t like coming to this place. It’s a mecca for creeps and perverts.

  “Aw, come on, Damien, baby! She’s heard all about you, and she just wants to know what it’s like to be fucked by a killer,” Julien says, grinning.

  Julien is my boss, of sorts, and this warehouse is where he does all of his “lucrative activities,” which include hosting orgies for the rich and famous, producing thousands of pornographic films a year, and meeting with many rather interesting friends of his, most of them highly notorious criminals.

  “I’m not a killer, I’ve told you to stop calling me that,” I say, my blood starting to boil.

  “Oh, you told me, did you? You tell me things now?” Julien asks.

  “That’s not what I mean,” I say.

  I hope he isn’t expecting an apology because I won’t give him one. I’d rather let his goons rip my throat out and feed it to his beloved rottweilers.

  “Relax, baby, you look so tense,” Julien says.

  Then, in the blink of an eye, he’s behind me, his skinny hands massaging my broad shoulders. He knows how I feel about being touched, which is why he’s touching me. I’ll let it slide this time, but his time is coming…I will make sure of that.

  “Come on, I want to talk to you privately,” he says, gesturing for me to follow him into his private office—what he likes to call “the inner sanctum.”

  He unlocks the door to his office, which looks more like an ancient throne room and points to where he wants me to sit down. Then he sits down on his enormous chair, which makes him look like a little baby, and props his feet playfully on his monstrously large, rosewood desk.

  “Listen, you haven’t found me anyone in—well, ever. But, I like you. I like your energy, which is why I’ve decided to keep you on board, against the judgment of those who’s advice I usually take,” Julien says, his tone suddenly turning stern.

  “Who said something about me?” I ask, angrily.

  “Down, boy. It doesn’t matter, but pretty much everyone who hates you—which includes a lot of people. Now, if we can return to the point of this conversation, I want you to step it up. I will not keep looking the other way on your poor performance. Are we clear?” Julien says.

  Julien’s entire body seems to transform into something much more menacing. He looks wild now—feral. I know that I could beat him in a fight. But, it’s not time for that yet.

  “Crystal,” I say.

  “Great,” he smiles, returning to his jovial self. “Bring me someone today. That’s all.”

  Today? That’s no time at all. I’ll get caught for sure if I’m forced to rush the process that much!

  “Done,” I say.

  Sensing Julien has something else on his mind, I walk out of the office just as quickly as I can.

  “Oh, Damien,” he tells me before I leave. “I don’t care about the gender, but make sure they’re very young.”

  Nora II

  I walk through the grimiest part of the city, hoping that the thrill of its danger will be enough to distract my mind for at least a few hours or so.

  I reach into my back pocket, feeling a tiny bag filled with cocaine. I take it out and examine it, but, for the first time in a long time, I decide that I want to make a go at sobriety one more time. And, even though I know it will never last long, I smile as I throw the bag into an empty trash can—proud of myself for at least still trying.

  As I continue to walk down abandoned, dilapidated streets, one after another, I notice that it’s gotten dark and, checking my phone, it’s actually really late. Fuck.

  I start to retrace my path back towards my boyfriend’s house—picking up my pace a bit with each step. I am fearless, but not stupid. This is not a place you want to be after two in the morning no matter who you are.

  “Run, forest, run!” a voice shrieks.

  I turn to see who it is, but everywhere I look is completely empty, soundless.

  Then, I feel someone’s arms grabbing me—one arm around my waist and the other crunching tightly against my throat. I’m thrown against a cement wall and crash down onto the hard ground.

  I look up and finally see the person—he’s anorexic, but what little body he has is covered in muscles. His face is one of the ugliest, I’ve ever seen—huge bug eyes popping out at me like an insect.

  “I’ve been watching you, whore. Pretty, little whore. I’ve watched you fucking three boys at a time. Well, I’m about to make all your wildest dreams come true, pretty, little whore!”

  He grabs my ankle and yanks me towards him—shockingly strong for someone who looks like a stick figure. Then, he rips my shirt open and touches my left breast with one of his bony, discolored fingers, slow moving the tip towards my nipple.

  “Hey! What the hell is going on here?!” I hear someone close by say.

  Then, the skinny man gets up to see who just spoke and charges towards them. I look up and see a huge man, 6’6, square jawed, and extremely muscular. He’s got fancy clothes on, but I can tell he’s a fighter.

  The skinny man charges him with a ravenous fury that could only be the product of a hell of a lot of narcotics. But, the huge man simply grabs him by the throat with one hand. Then, the huge man puts his other hand on the skinny man’s throat, as well, and slowly raises him up in the air. The skinny man screams in terror and pain.

  “Wait, don’t kill him!” I scream.

  The huge man looks over at me, looking perplexed.

  “These guys out here are
in gangs. If you kill him, then they will hunt you and, trust me, they will find you!”

  “I’m not afraid,” the huge man smiles. “Believe me.”

  There’s something about the confidence in his smile and the glint in his eyes that, beyond reasonable logic, makes me, in fact, believe him. Even in the alleyway, covered only in grey and back, this man somehow glows brightly, and I can’t take my eyes off of him for even a second.

  Just before crushing his throat completely, the huge man drops the skinny man on the ground.

  “You’re lucky that I’m not a killer,” he says, his voice deep and calm.

  “Doesn’t matter! You’re dead anyway!” The skinny man shrieks, then takes off out of the alleyway.

  The huge man approaches me slowly. Then, he drops his hand down and helps me to my feet. I have to look way up to see him eye-to-eye. His face is so handsome, chiseled, strong and yet sensitive. I immediately feel safe even though I know that skinny guy and a bunch of his gang could show back up at any second.

  “Are you ok?” He asks me.

  “Now, I am,” I tell him.

  “I’m glad,” he says.

  Then, we just stare at each other silently for a full five minutes, taking each other in and enjoying the wordless conversation we’re having right now, so much more powerful because it can’t be put into words. I know that he wants me almost as much as I know that I want him.

  But then, I remember, just like when I close my eyes and fantasize about a better future, that this cannot last more than a few moments. I can’t live this. I can’t be with someone like this. This is some other woman’s life.

  I turn around and run away back to my boyfriend’s house—crying for the first time since I was a little girl.