Fame, Fortune and Hayden

Copyright © 2007 by Crystal Barela

Daisy stood at the top of the curved staircase that led into the marble foyer of John’s Malibu mansion waiting for Hayden Nickels to arrive. Daisy did not know how this had happened. How she had agreed to do and be all that John wanted of her. She wanted him in a way that had nothing to do with logical thought.

John was upstairs waiting. He was naked, his long lean rocker’s body hard with anticipation. He wasn’t alone. There were two cameramen, provided by the United States government, to film John’s wet dream.

Her lover wouldn’t tell her what he held over the president’s head. What bit of information he had used to extort the ten million dollar bank account, or the rock stardom that seemed to overtake their lives overnight, but it must be world changing for the white house to have arranged this life. Fame, fortune and Hayden.

The doorbell rang and Daisy cursed. She pushed her dark shoulder length hair behind her ears and hurried downstairs. Daisy pulled open the door.

Hayden was shorter than Daisy, but the blonde made up for that oversight with five inch patent leather stiletto heels. Daisy was curious at to what Hayden wore Johneath her black trench coat, but would not have allowed anyone to know her innermost thoughts. Waves of thick golden hair framed Hayden’s cheeks. Her blue eyes were like ice and her red lips turned in a tempting smile. Bitch.

“You are not to say one fucking word, Daisy, unless I ask you to,” were the first words out of Hayden’s mouth. “If you do, I will tell your sister what a cum slut you are.”

Hayden’s watched Daisy’s tan cheeks drain of color, causing the mole on her chin to appear black in contrast. The girl was pretty in a dramatic sort of way. Broad shoulders and slim with breasts roughly the size of cantaloupes. The simple white dress she was wearing added nothing to her figure. It skimmed her flat stomach and the curve of her hips letting her admirers anticipate what they would find Johneath. Hayden’s pussy was wet with immediate desire at the thought.

“Where is he, cunt?”

“Upstairs.”

“Let’s not dawdle then, shall we? I want to fuck your boyfriend.”

Daisy’s brown eyes darkened black with emotion, narrowing into angry slits. The girl said nothing though and turned to walk up the stairs. Hayden couldn’t help but notice how smooth Daisy’s caramel colored skin was, and the soft dark hairs on her forearms.

Hayden pushed past Daisy and burst into the bedroom, unbelting her coat as she went.

John gasped her name from the bed. Hayden raised her eyebrows. The fucker was naked, his huge prick waving at her from across the distance.

Not one to mince words or actions Hayden approached the bed. Daisy hovered in the doorway.

One of the cameramen woke from his shocked stupor and bounded forward. He knelt at her feet, as Hayden thought all men should, and aimed the camera up the length of her barely clothed body.

Hayden grabbed the end of the camera lens and brought it to her face. “Did I tell you to move boy?” she asked, tossing the cameraman from her. The short broad-shouldered man landed on his ass. “You shoot what I tell you to, when I say!”

“Yes mam!” he said, his camera captured the silky smooth length of leg in black stockings. The bare flesh of her slim thighs, lead to a neatly trimmed bush of blonde hair.

A natural blonde. John swallowed hard.

“I’ll call you Max,” she said. “I had a bulldog named Max I was quite fond of. And you will be Red, my freckled friend.” The other cameraman nodded.

The half corset accentuating her tiny waist and Max’s vantage point on the floor, he could see the wet lips of her glistening pussy.
“It will be worth your while to do what I say, boys.”

“Yes mam!” they said in unison.

“Red, you will be on Daisy,” Hayden said. She walked over to the taller woman and circled her. She eyed her from head to toe, a smile toying with her lips.
“Max, you will shoot everything I tell you to.”

“Yes mam.”

“Let’s start with this pervert’s huge cock.” Hayden refocused her attention to the reason she was in this hotel room. “Rock hard and ready for me,” she said, her eyes on the John’s erection. Her tongue swept her lower lip in anticipation.

“Have a seat,” she pushed Daisy onto the silk covered chaise against the wall. “Watch and learn whore.”
Daisy opened her mouth to protest, buy the look in Hayden’s eyes quelled what she had to say. Daisy twisted her long slender fingers in her lap.

“Now, Johnathon,” Hayden said. She climbed onto the bed with him. “Sisters aren’t enough for you big boy?” She took hold of John’s cock between her nimble fingers. “Now you’re collecting actresses?”

“Only you,” John gritted out. This was unbelievable.

“That’s right, handsome,” Hayden said. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

He groaned as she stroked his hard-on. His dick on fire.

“How do I know you won’t be fucking Scarlett Johansson next weekend?”

“Never!”

Hayden swung her leg over John’s waist and rocked back and forth. She gave the tip of his huge hard-on a bath with her dripping wet pussy lips. He groaned, his hands taking hold of her hips.

“I’ve been thinking about your boyfriend’s fat cock ever since the agent rang my house.”

“Max get a close-up of my snatch taking John’s dick.” Hayden slid down John’s length enveloping his hard-on in hot tight heat. The slick sound of Hayden’s juices were clearly audible from where Daisy sat. She crossed her legs to relive the ache growing in her sex.

“Feel how wet my cunt is?” Hayden began to ride. “Look at his face, Daisy. Your man like’s it when I squeeze his cock with my tight pussy.” Hayden moved her hips faster, her juices slurping. “Come close Daisy.” She beckoned, and Daisy walked over to the bed, Ray following close behind her.

“Christina fucked you like this, didn’t she?” Hayden said.

“Yes,” John gasped.

“But you were thinking of her baby sister, weren’t you?” Hayden said. “Fucking her sweet little sister with the innocent eyes and the sexy mole on her chin. Wondering what her hot fuck hole would feel like.”

“Yes.”
Hayden laughed and ground her hips into John’s.

“On the bed whore!” Hayden ordered.

Daisy climbed up on the bed and knelt beside Hayden.

“Kiss me.”

Daisy hesitated.

“Don’t think about it. Kiss me!”

Their lips met, not in a soft kiss, but mouths open. Tongues and teeth clashed. For a moment John thought he was going to blow too soon. The velvet vice on his cock and Daisy and Hayden making out on top of him was nearly too much. Hayden pulled away from Daisy and pressed the girl’s head between her breasts. “Suck me.”

Daisy kissed her way to Hayden’s nipple and sucked it thought the black lace that caressed the tender flesh.

“Harder!”

She bit and tugged, the nipple a hard nubbin in her mouth. Hayden moaned and pumped John’s cock. His hot cum moved closer and closer to the surface.

“You wanted them both, didn’t you John?” Hayden gasped, grinding her hips into his. “Wanted to fuck them together?”

“Yes.” His eyes were open and on Daisy as her lips slid down Hayden’s stomach, the back of her dark hair in contrast with Hayden’s smooth pale skin.

“Lick me slut!”

Daisy’s tongue circled the blonde’s naval and slipped lower. Hayden’s hand went to the back of Daisy’s neck and forced her face against her pussy.

“Suck my clit!”

Daisy sucked and John’s prick exploded, his hips lifting Hayden off the bed. She cried out as her orgasm tore through her. Her cunt squeezed his sensitive dick over and over.

“You’re a dirty girl Daisy,” Hayden said, climbing off of John and facing Daisy. “Nastier than your sister.” Hayden took Daisy’s head between her palms and leaned in lick Daisy’s lips wet with her cunt juice and John’s spunk. “Christina wouldn’t let another woman fuck her boyfriend,” she said. “Let a girl come on her face. What if I tell you sister?”

John could see the fear in Daisy’s trembling lips. The secret excitement in her up-turned eyes.

Hayden took Daisy’s wrist and lifted the taller girl’s arm so that her elbow was level to Hayden’s luscious lips.

“Red,” Hayden said, gesturing with her free arm for him to focus on Daisy’s elbow. The hair was long and soft at the Johnd of her arm. Hayden nuzzled the hair.

John groaned behind them.

“This sure is pretty,” Hayden said. She met John’s eyes over Daisy’s arm as her tongue combed the hair against the grain, catching in the soft strands. “I could fuck your arm.” Hayden sucked the hair between her lips. “I’d like to feel these hairs against my pussy.” She tugged the strands between her teeth. Her free hand to the zipper at the back of Daisy’s white dress.
“Your sister wouldn’t let a complete stranger undress her for her boyfriend’s sick amusement.” Hayden pulled the zipper down slowly revealing a triangle of smooth tanned skin that narrowed to a point below Daisy’s waist. “You’re sister would not be…” Hayden peeled back the neck and the dress fell from Daisy’s shoulders and caught at her elbows. “…as wet as you are now.”

“Smell that John?” Hayden asked. “That’s Daisy’s cunt.”

John sniffed. The scent of Daisy’s pussy made his dick twitch.

Hayden ordered Daisy to pull the dress over her shoulders and Daisy tossed it to the floor. Daisy turned to face John. She wore a white lace demi bra. Her breasts trembled in the cups from her excited breathing, daring to spill over the bits of lace.

“Get that camera in Daisy’s snatch.” Max dropped down on one knee between the two women. The heat from their wet pussies fogged the lens and he gestured for the other cameraman to take his place.

Hayden set her hand flat against Daisy’s stomach. She pushed the delicate waistband of her panties aside and revealed Daisy’s dark bush. Hayden slid her slender fingers between the wet folds of Daisy’s pussy lips.

“You’re a hot little whore.” Hayden said and brought her wet fingertips to Daisy’s lips and painted them with her juices.

Hayden brushed her lips against Daisy’s. Soft, the opposite of all that had happened in the room since she walked through the door. She licked and savored the tender flavor of her new lover’s juices. She pressed herself against Daisy. Tongue to tongue, breast to breast, and thigh to thigh. Her hands ran the length of Daisy’s back and unhooked her bra with a practiced twist of her wrist.

“Feed me your tits, slut,” she breathed. Daisy cupped her breasts in her hands and lifted them for Hayden’s attention. Hayden drew Daisy’s hard nipple between her lips and the girl moaned, swaying toward Hayden. The blonde circled the nipple with her tongue and said, “are your sister’s breasts this perfect?”

There was no answer.

“I asked a question.” Hayden said, licking a trail down Daisy’s flat stomach and around her belly button.

“No.”

Hayden laughed. “Egotistical cunt.”

Hayden pushed Daisy’s back onto the bed so that her head landed between John’s knees.

John watched, entranced, his hand on his cock, pumping.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Hayden reprimanded setting her hand over John’s. “Let Daisy help with that. Stoke his dick bitch!”
Daisy’s knelt between John’s legs and took hold of his engorged prick.
“Red, keep that camera on Daisy’s face. You!” Hayden said getting off the mattress and gesturing to the other cameraman. “Take off your pants.”
“Yes mam!” Max said.
Hayden turned back to the couple on the bed. “Tell John you’re a cum slut!”
Daisy’s pulled her hand up John’s length. “I’m…I’…”
“Say you’re a fucking cum slut!”
“I’m a cum slut!”
“A fucking cum slut!”
“I’m a fucking cum slut!”
“Ask him if you’re as good as your sister.”
“Am I as good as Christina?” Daisy whispered, finding a rhythm to her stroke.
“We can’t hear you whore!” Hayden said, kneeling in front of Max, who now had his camera up and rolling again.
“Do I stroke you better than my sister?”
John’s hips followed Daisy’s hand in answer.
“Give him you’re free arm, slut.” Hayden’s mouth enveloped Max’s cock.
Daisy offered her arm to John. He sucked her fingers one by one, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along her wrists. His lips and tongue lapped at her forearm, the soft strands seeming to tangle on his taste buds. He drew the skin deep in his mouth, sucking like a man drugged, bruising her tender flesh as Daisy whacked him off, his cock was huge, larger than he had ever been.
“Fuck him, cum slut!”
Daisy did not need further urging to spread her knees and straddle boyfriend. John’s hips burst forward, his hard cock not waiting for Daisy to get settled. Her sopping wet love tunnel left no resistance.
“Is her pussy tighter than Christina’s?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Daisy humped John’s cock in fast motion, squeezing his dick with each pass of her pussy. She wanted to come.
Her large breasts bounce beautifully. John reached up and massaged them.

“Red, you’re next,” Hayden gasped around Max’s prick. Red didn’t need to be told to drop his trousers.
Hayden came back over to the bed, Max following behind her. She hopped onto the bed behind Daisy and pressed close, slipping her hand along the crack of Daisy’s ass.
“No!” Daisy said, but her pussy squeezed John’s dick in a vice.
“No?” Hayden said wiggling a digit against the hole while the other reached around to tug her nipples in turn. “All sluts like it in the ass.” She twisted another finger in and Daisy moaned. “Nasty girl. I wish I’d brought my strap-on.” Hayden pumped her fingers. “I’d fuck that sweet little ass raw.” She pushed harder. “You’d beg me for it.”
Daisy’s cunt milked John as she was nearing her peak. They cried out in unison, about to cum.

Hayden laughed and pushed Daisy away from her boyfriend. All Daisy could do was watch as the actress took John’s dick between her lips.

“Your big cock tastes so good,” Hayden said between licks. “Covered in Daisy’s pussy juice.” With each flick of Hayden’s tongue, John moaned.

Hayden took the throbbing hardness in her palm and squeezed. John groaned as she aimed the turgid flesh at Daisy and hot cum exploded from the bulbous head. The sticky cream caught in Daisy’s eyelashes and hair. Landed in her gasping mouth.

Hayden reached a hand to Daisy’s face. She wiped the cum from the girl’s cheek and brought her dirty finger to her mouth. The cameramen zoomed in her slender fingers as she licked their length before placing them in her mouth to suck off John’s spunk in super slow motion.

Daisy lifted the sheet to wipe her face.

“Don’t touch it whore!” Hayden said. She got off the bed, pulling Daisy with her and forced the girl to her knees beside the bed.

“Give me the camera.” Max handed the camera to Hayden and she aimed the lens at Daisy’s face. Tears of frustration trembled on the girl’s lashes. Her breathing was ragged. She hadn’t cum yet.

“What is the definition of Cum slut?” Hayden asked. She circling Daisy as a tear rolled down her cheek. Daisy’s eyes were desperate.

“Do you know boys?” Hayden handed the camera to John.

“Yes mam,” the cameramen said together. “Daisy!”

Hayden clapped her hands together happily. “You boys deserve a treat.”

The cameramen’s erections were tremendous.

“I think you two deserve some relief. Don’t you Daisy?” Hayden knelt on the carpet next to the bed, her knees touching Daisy’s. “Give me your dicks boys.”

Red set his camera on the dresser and they stepped to either side of Hayden, dicks hard and ready.

For the first time all night, John moved from where he sat on the bed and aimed the camera at the scene below him.

Hayden took Max and Red’s cocks in her hands and began to jerk them off in unison. A talent John is impressed with.

“Ask me if you can touch your cunt.”

“Can I touch myself?” Daisy gasped.

“My cunt!”

“Can I touch my cunt?”

“Fuck yourself,” Hayden said.

Daisy twisted her fingers into her pussy and circled her clit. She closed her eyes, so close. So close.

“Open your eyes!”

Daisy did and Red’s cum hit her in the face.

“Mouth open, bitch!”

Max’s cum hit target, splashing Daisy’s tongue and lips.

“Swallow!”

The bitter mix of seed slipped down Daisy’s throat as she orgasms, her juices squirting her thighs.

The room was silent but for the heavy breathing of all involved.

“Perverts,” Hayden said taking the camera from John and removing the video tape. She walked over to the camera on the dresser and did the same.

“Those are mine,” John said from the bed.

“They need to be edited,” Hayden said. She picked up her trench from the floor and secured the belt around her waist. “Give me a couple days and I’ll send you a copy.

“I’m flying out to tour Europe tomorrow.”

“I’ll find you.” Hayden lowered her lips John’s in farewell. “Make me happy.”

“Yes.”

“Make Daisy, happy.”

“Yes.”

“Happier than you made her sister.”

John nodded and watched Hayden walk to the door with a sway of her hips. She turned back to them and said:

“I’ll send your copy to your sister, Daisy.” Daisy gasped and fell back on her calves as if slapped. “Maybe she’ll join us next time.”

Hayden shut the door behind her.

John grinned. Fame, fortune and Hayden. And Christina. And her baby sister Daisy.