The First Timers

by Hayden Ash

  “Just put the gun down, son. You know you don’t want to do this…” I tell him, calmly.

  “Prove it!” He yells at me. “Prove that you really a cop!”

  “Look in that drawer over there…near the door to the backyard.”

  The thug walks me back to the drawer, opens it, and sees my shining,gold badge sitting on top of a pile of papers.

  “Shit, …shit!”

  “See, I knew you were too smart to think you can get away with killing a cop. You’ll be lucky if all you get is life in prison…”

  “I might be too smart, yeah, but they’re not!” He laughs.

  Four men appear out from different entrances into the kitchen. They all have guns as well. I’m not nervous for myself, I’m only worried about Brooke. I can’t let anything happen to my best friend’s little girl. I won’t. She’s the sweetest, most beautiful, most precious thing to me in this world. I’d rather die than let any of these thugs come within even an inch of her.

  “OK, former offer is off the table. Here’s the new deal—you leave my house in the next minute, or I will kill you all where you stand!” I roar at the group of intruders.

  “Look at the balls on this cop!” The leader laughs. “Fuck, you’re coming off so fucking confident that I believe you might just take us all out. Except…”

  He raises his other arm to reveal that he’s holding a second gun. Then, he aims it at Brooke’s head.

  “You willing to risk her life the same as yours?” He asks me.

  “Fine, what the fuck do you want?”

  “Her…”

  “Not a fucking chance!” I shout.

  “Hold up, let me finish!” He says. “Her…and you…to fuck.”

  “WHAT?!” I bellow, shocked out of my mind.

  “Eww, that’s fucking disgusting! He’s like my dad!”

  “That’s what makes this so hot!” The leader laughs.

  “Look, Brooke. I told your dad I would never let anything bad happen to you. I’m going to keep that promise. No matter what it takes…”

  Chapter 5

  Brooke III

  The thug looks really afraid of Gio.

  But, Gio is afraid for me. When the gun was pointed at me, his demeanor completely changed. I can tell that he meant just what he said. He wants to protect me at all costs. He really cares about me as much I care about him. He looks at me like I’m the most special thing in his life, in such an authentic way. It’s like seeing me vulnerable like this upsets him so much that he wants to cry, but, of course, doesn’t. But, I think he wants to, and that makes something in my body sparkle and flutter.

  “Don’t worry, you’re going to be ok,” Gio tells me.

  “You promise?” I say back.

  “Yes.”

  “Sit on the table right here, cop!” The invader says. “And, you, bitch, take his shit off.”

  I walk slowly up to Gio and start unzipping his pants. Then, I pull out his dick. It’s huge. If Hercules had a dick, it would be way smaller than this one!

  “Now, sit on his face!” The invader shouts at me.

  I stand there, nervous, unable to move.

  Gio grabs me and sits my little pussy on his mouth as he lies back on the table.

  “Just trust me…” he says to me before putting his tongue in my pussy.

  I start swaying my hips on his face, gyrating harder and harder as Gio reaches his hands on top of my breasts and starts massaging them.

  My pussy pulsates then clenches. I can feel his big tongue lash my clit over and over, and I cum like there’s an earthquake going off down there. He slides his hands down the length of my body and ends up on my little ass, which he scoops up in his big, massive, hairy hands and squeezes it tight then slaps it.

  “Shit, I think he’s enjoying this shit!” One of the intruders laughs.

  “Fuck, so is she! Looks how she rides his face like it’s her job!”

  Gio and I are both ignoring them as he continues to make me cum again and again on his face. We’re so into each other. He’s consuming me, and I’m loving being devoured. I knew it was worth it. I knew it was worth waiting for a real man who knew what he was doing, who could take care of me, who could make me his.

  I love running my little fingers through his greying black hair. I want to stroke his penis, I want him to put it in me. I want to call him daddy while he pounds my pussy and makes me cum again and again and again.

  “Ok, that’s enough cop. Now, it’s finally time for the Man of the House to penetrate his little girl!”

  Chapter 6

  Gio II

  She flies off my face and into my lap.

  I kiss her and it’s long and deep and I push out of my mind, for a second, that she’s my best friend’s daughter. And, that she’s also my daughter, of sorts.

  I’ve wanted her, still want her with all of my being. Before my eyes, she’s become this incredible woman who effortlessly takes my fucking breathe away. I want her, and through this insane situation, I can finally have her.

  I pick her up and gently put her on the tip of my dick. Then, I watch her slowly fall down on top of it. She grits her teeth in pain and digs her nails into my shoulders.

  “Is this your first time?” I ask her.

  “Yes…” she tells me.

  “I’m sorry your first time couldn’t be with someone you’re in love with. You deserve that. You’re the sweetest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. “

  “My first time is with someone I’m in love with…” she tells me, sheepishly.

  I just stop and stare for a moment, blown away by the revelation.

  “Hey, less talking more fucking!” The leader barks.

  Brooke starts rolling her hips, grinding and then bouncing her little pussy on my dick. She throws her little arms around my shoulders and by the way she’s looking at me now I can tell she means it. She’s in love with me. I think she’s been in love with me for a while now. And, I’ve been in love with her…since the moment I saw her.

  I grab her little hips and start bouncing her hard on my cock, slamming her onto my pelvic bone. I slap my hand across her little ass cheek, and she screams. Then, I kneel up and start sucking on her little nipples as my dick gets deeper and deeper inside of her. She starts crying because of the pain and the joy and I catch one of her tears in my mouth, sweet and delicious, because it’s hers.

  “You’re mine now, and I’m not ever losing you. Do you hear me?”

  “Yes, daddy…” she whispers back.

  “Ok, wrap this shit up! All this lovey dove shit is killing my boner,” the thug says.

  “Cum in me. Please, daddy?”

  “Yes, I’m going to cum in you hard, and you’re going to be mine forever, ok?”

  “Yes!” She screams.

  I cum hard inside of her, and she screams and, just that fast, the intruders disappear out of my house without a trace.

  Epilogue

  Brooke IV

  One year later…

  The guilt has been getting to me.

  I have to tell him.

  It’s going to eat me alive.

  I love him too much to lie.

  “Gio!” I yell from our bedroom.

  He comes racing in, worried that somethings wrong. He’s already in attack mode—ready to defend me from anything and everything.

  “What’s wrong?” He asks.

  “Nothing. I just…I just need to talk.”

  “About what, sweetheart? Are you still upset that your father and I aren’t friends anymore? I told you that being with you was worth any friendship. I’d do it over again in a heartbeat for you…”

  “So would I…” I say and give him a big kiss. “But, no, I need to confess something to you.”

  “What?”

  “The night that we got together. The first time, you know? Well, that guy who made us do it was actually a friend of mine doing me a favor.”

  “Can I confess something to you?” He asks me.


  “Of course!”

  “I knew.”

  “How?”

  “I’m a cop, and I’m very protective of you. I’ve run detailed background checks on all of your friends. Even though he was partially covering his face, I recognized him by certain distinct features he has—a widow’s peak, a slightly lazy eye—that sort of thing. Plus, I’ve never ever seen a real criminal with tattoos that fake.”

  “Oh…”

  “I’m so sorry. I just knew that if you put this together, then you must have really wanted to do it. And, I guess in my mind I felt like this was the right way for it to happen, and…”

  I grab his face in my hands and land a huge smooch on his perfect lips.

  “I’m glad you did. I’m so happy we’re together that I feel like crying!” I tell him.

  “You are crying, honey,” he laughs and touches my cheek, which is drenched in tears.

  “Oh!” I laugh too.

  “You belong to me now. You’re mine,” he tells me in that oh-so-confident way he can.

  “I’m yours, daddy!” I tell him back.

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  BOOK 15: Valentine Daddy

  Chapter 1

  Allison I

  Save yourself embarrassment…

  I should have listened to my friend’s advice when she gave it to me the first time. I knew it was going to happen, but I asked him out anyway, and he rejected me in front of all those people.

  I press the iron on a light turquoise sweater that’s already perfectly creased because I’m trying to distract myself. But, it’s not working, and before I know it, my tears are falling out from eyes and down onto the steaming hot iron. Upon impact with the metal, the water droplets splash painfully onto my wrists. It feels right, somehow, and makes the emotional pain feel a little bit less painful.

  “Honey? Is everything ok?” Logan asks me as he enters my bedroom.

  “Josh said no!” I cry and fall into his big, strong arms.

  Logan is the man who takes care of me, while my dad is in and out of rehab for alcohol and sex addiction. He’s a few years older than my dad, and very handsome. He has old movie star good looks and is incredibly buff, but you couldn’t tell because he dresses so modestly. But, I’ve seen him *almost* completely naked and…My God…

  Immediately, I feel safe and protected and even manage to forget about what just happened. It’s like he brings me into his world, which is so much better than my own and lets me stay as long as I need/ But, as he releases me from his embrace, I feel the pain all over again.

  “It’s ok, baby. He’s a fucking idiot! You’re a fucking superstar! You know that?”

  “But…”

  “No, I need you to know that! Tell me you’re a Superstar!”

  “I’m a superstar…”

  “Louder!”

  “I’m a superstar!”

  He laughs, picks me up, and spins me around the room. I giggle as my feet glide like a merry-go-round.

  “You’re so silly!” I tell him.

  “Look, Rebecca and I are supposed to go out to Luigi’s tonight for our Valentine’s Day. Why don’t you come with us?”

  “I don’t know…”

  “She will be nice to you, I promise!”

  “You know she doesn’t listen to anyone when she drinks and she will drink,” I tell him.

  “That’s true…” He concedes. “Ok, how about this: just you and I will go to Luigi’s!”

  “Really?!” I scream.

  I jump in his arms and wrap my arms as tightly as I can around him. He holds me even tighter, and his hands brush against my ass.

  Then, I kiss him on his lips. And, he kisses me back like it’s nothing. Like I’m not his little girl. And, I kiss him back as he holds me in his arms and we continue this for the next ten or so minutes.

  Then, he puts me down like nothing happened, and he goes back to his yard work like he always does when these things happen. I know nothing can happen…nothing should happen, but lately these “incidents” have been happening more and more often, so, sometimes I think maybe…

  Chapter 2

  Logan I

  She steps out of the limousine looking like she’s worth billions, absolutely stunning.

  Maybe it’s just me who thinks this, but, regardless, I can’t take my eyes off of her. Even though we are not at all related, I feel like she’s my little girl. And, at the same time, I’m proud to have her on my arm as we celebrate this day that people usually spend with people they’re in love with.

  “The reservation should be under Wentz,” I tell the hostess.

  “Um,” she says, looking uncomfortable. “Right, this way…”

  We follow the hostess through the restaurant where we’re met with even more confused stares. Some of the restaurant patrons, people I know from around town, seem to actually be glaring in protest. I don’t care, though. Let them cross their arms and clutch their pearls. I am proud to be seen with such a beautiful, young woman like Allison. In fact, there’s no one I’d rather be with tonight.

  “Here you go, honey,” I say as I pull out her chair.

  When she sits down, I gently push back the strands of hair from out of her face and tuck them behind her ear. She has such a pretty face, and I love it when I can see all of it.

  “Sit down, daddy!” She giggles.

  I take my seat across from her. Then, I take her hand in mine.

  I have no idea anymore if anyone is staring at us because I don’t even care enough to look at this point. This is the best date of my life. I want to savor it—not focus on people are simply jealous of what we have.

  “Should we get a bottle of wine?” I ask her.

  “I’m only eighteen. You know that!” She laughs.

  “Honey, I own this restaurant. We can order whatever the hell we want!”

  “Oh, yeah!” She says, her eyes widening in excitement. “Ok, then definitely!”

  “Bobby, let’s have a Cabernet Sauvignon…the Promontory 2013,” I tell one of my waiters.

  “Right away, sir!” He answers, dutifully.

  “Oh my god, daddy, that bottle costs eight hundred and ninety-five dollars!”

  “It’s Valentine’s Day!” I tell her. “And, more important than that, it’s you…”

  When the waiter returns to our table, I take the bottle from his hand and pour the wine for Allison. The dark red liquid comes quickly out of the bottle, and reaches all the way down to the base of the glass, filling it up.

  “To you…” I say.

  I pour myself a glass, and we touch our glasses against one another, then take a sip.

  “Yuck! This tastes like ass!” She giggles. “Just kidding, this tastes really amazing, thank you.”

  “Of course, baby,” I tell her. “I want you to know that you’re the most special girl in the world to me.”

  “I know, daddy. You’re super special to me too! You’ve made this Valentine’s Day simply amazing! I don’t even care anymore about Josh or any other boy…”

  I rub my hand across the back of her little, delicate hand and stare into her soft eyes. Then my phone goes off and the moment is broken.

  “Shoot, I’m sorry, honey, I thought I had turned this thing off.”

  “It’s ok, looks like it’s your girlfriend! You should answer it!” She tells me.

  “Hello?” I say through through the phone.

  “Get…get your ass back here you fucker! You fucking freak! Going on our Valentine’s Day with her? She’s like your daughter, you sick son of a bitch!”

  “Are you drunk?” I ask her sternly.

  “What the fuck difference does that…does that make, um…at all?”

  “Goodbye…” I say and hang up the phone.

  “Looks like we better get home, honey…” I tell Allison.

  Chapter 3

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  Daddy holds my hand as I step through the front door.

  She’s here waiting for us. Her cold, lifeless eyes suck the air straight out of the room as she eyes me up and down—envying my youth, envying the way that her husband looks at me.

  “Honey, it’s Valentines Day. Why doesn’t Allie go along to bed so you can spend some time with your girlfriend…” she says. There’s so much being said by what she’s not saying, and we hear it all.

  “We just walked in, give her a break!” He scolds her.

  “It’s not fair!” She whimpers. “And it’s not right. She’s going to think you’re her actual boyfriend…”

  “He is my actual boyfriend!” I yell at her. “You should have seen him tonight…he looked so handsome tonight at that fancy, five-star restaurant.”

  “And, you looked absolutely stunning. The most beautiful girl in the entire building. All the other men were so jealous of me!”

  I get on my tippy-toes and kiss him on his lips. He kisses me back and takes me in his strong arms like he always does. His girlfriend just stares at us—super uncomfortable and I love it.

  “Ahem, Logan? Could I have a word with you in private?” She asks him.

  “We have no secrets in this house, you know that,” he says, casually.

  “I…need a drink,” she says.

  “I think that’d be a good idea, hon,” he says.

  We walk to the family room, and all sit on the same couch together.

  “It’s so boring in here. Let’s play some music!” I shout and hop to my feet, leaving him and her alone together on the couch. She tries to scoot up next to him, but he pushes her off.