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So we landed this from a friend and fellow Reddit User Hanna. The whole book is an age gap revenge drama. Heres the first chapter along with a link to the audio at the end. Enjoy! **Free feel to add us as a friend!**
*SPITE*
***I know, I know exactly what you’re thinking. ‘Not another billionaire trope type story’, and I’m so with, you but my story is different. Honestly, just hear me out.***
But first, should I say a little about myself before we start? My Names Anna and my story occurred in the past before I moved to Britain. I wouldn’t describe myself as being stunningly attractive, but I have a good figure, and I’m not ugly or anything. I might sound like a good old southern girl, but my European parents have enriched my upbringing with their food and culture. I was just under 20 when these events took place.
*I genuinely don’t understand people who pander to the rich just because of their wealth. Most people may think it’s harmless, but I challenge you to look at things from my perspective for a moment.*
I had a boyfriend from an affluent family; I was attracted to him rather than his money, but as I got to know him better, I could tell right away, his family’s wealth had made him as dependent as a child. Everything in his possession was bought with his family’s cash. The luxury sports cars he had driven (and written off on occasion) were also purchased by his father. As I alluded to earlier, John was physically attractive. Still, there is nothing sexy about watching a grown man destroy a flat-screen television, larger than anything my parents or I have owed to further emphasise his rage during one of his childish tantrums. Obviously, I despised the idea that anything he destroyed didn’t cost him anything to replace. Being clear of the lay of the land, I knew it would always be challenging, trying to get John to cut the umbilical cord from his parents; however, what I wasn’t prepared for was his bitch of a mother.
*Indulge me for a moment, close your eyes, now imagine the most unreasonable person you’ve ever met and multiple that by two, and you may come close to what it was like dealing with Helga. Nothing I did was ever right in her eyes, whether I was using the wrong cutlery or perhaps wearing the wrong shoes, bag, coat etc.*
What really brought things to a head was a snide comment she made about me to a champagne waitress at one of their lavish parties. My lipstick had left an impression on the champagne flute I was drinking from, prompting her to raise her eyebrows at the waitress, suggesting I was cheap, classless, and such a vintage wasn’t to be wasted on the likes of me. Not intending to cause a scene, she spoke to the woman in her native Dutch. Clearly, I’m not affluent, but I’m far from stupid. She hadn’t invested enough of an interest in me to know that I’m proficient in Dutch; plus, I’m vengeful as hell. This was one insult I wasn’t going to let her get away with.
So this is what spurred me to get the better of Val, Helga’s husband, and John’s father. It started the same night; I would feign being drunk and stumble on Val, promoting him to hold me up. Subliminally, I started referring to him as Daddy, and he took the bait. Got him, I thought, I’m going to show this Helga bitch who calls the shots around here. A little later, I would feign another heel slip, forcing him to catch me. Has he held my petite frame close to him, guiding me through the crowd, I noticed the bulge move within his trousers. If I played my cards right, I could get him to make a move on me, I thought, but that night proved to be way too difficult.
*Now I feel like I’ve glossed over how wealthy these people are, so hopefully, I can give you an idea. Their estate wasn’t just one incredible mansion but several buildings spanning over acres. The gardens were incredible and had various names and features; they even had one with plants and trees native to Germany. As you could imagine, they had all the tennis courts, fountains and pools that you’d expect, but the people who had jobs maintaining these things around the estate even had their own houses and accommodation within its grounds.*
Let’s get back to my story. Now the following evening after the event. I’m swimming in one of their indoor pools. At this point, it’s not unusual for me to stay the night, especially considering how far the grounds are to anything. Helga has gone shopping, and John has just left the estate to pick up his mother without me. I’m wearing a flimsy bikini and an innocent smile. Sitting in the overlooking jacuzzi is Val. He doesn’t make a real effort to engage, so I continue to do a couple of laps, occasionally eyeing for his movement. Eventually, he leaves his position and heads towards the sauna, joining this complex. Observing this as a moment to talk to him, I got out of the pool and followed him in. His wet shorts betrayed his modesty, revealing the impression of a raging erection. I gasp on entry.
“O M G, you’ve got a Hard-on, and it’s Huge!” I gasp.
“I’m sorry, it’s was the bubbles”, he lied, “please calm down”.
“Can I touch it?” I ask, smothering him quickly to control the narrative of how this was going to go. I clenched at the length and gasp; both of his giant hands clenched my petit wrist as if to stop me, but I gripped the penis more tightly as his actions forced me to wince. The position I’ve asserted dictates that I’m clearly in control and will not be denied. Semi reluctantly, he submits, Releasing me from his clutches, revealing the heavy-handed pink marks he left on my wrist. Slipping my hand within the wet garment, I pry out the head of the penis above the restraining waistband. At this point, he does an awkward-looking shuffle dropping the shorts lower to expose his manhood. Positioning myself between his legs, I sat down on the wooden floor to get up close. Carefully stroking and pumping his bulging erection, snapping his foreskin gently back over the head. “Thank you for letting me touch it, it’s the biggest I’ve seen, and it’s beautiful”, I say as he winces under my touch. Subconsciously I’m studying it; at this point, I haven’t seen many penises and was mystified by the variety. “Can I taste it?” I ask rhetorically, not expecting or waiting for an answer.
The thing was, I had a piece of gum in my mouth, which I spat out into my hand. I beckoned him to his feet by tugging his erection toward me, which allowed me easier access to his ass. His blood was pumping rapidly as his penis bobbed in response to my teasing licks of his frenulum. Gripping lightly to hold it into place, I began sucking on the head lightly, listening out for his gentle moans. He looked down towards my eyes with a glazed overlook in his eyes, before stroking my hair and cheek. ‘Shit!’ I thought; he thinks this is some sort of cute moment, I have to change this narrative quickly.
Batting away his hand from my face, I started snapping his foreskin back rapidly with my hand while sucking him with my mouth. His body instantly responded, his thighs tightened, and his posture stiffened to the soundtrack of his frustrated cursing. I felt myself becoming juicy as he rocked onto the balls of his feet. In my mind, I wanted him to just fuck me, but I was determined to keep him lingering for something else. ‘If Only I could just touch myself’, I thought, clinging to this flavourless squashy blob of gum. Thinking quickly, I balled up that gum and pushed it along with my fingertip into his anus while pumping the erection into my mouth with the other hand. This triggered the hell out of him; a few rapid strokes later, he was making an almighty moan, his asshole and cheeks clenched around my fingertips, and his stance stiffened. Suddenly, hot strands of cum hit the back of my throat, choking me in the process; I pull him out of my mouth instantly, just in time to see another two shots of cum hit my eye and chin.
Easing back onto the bench, he attempted to hold me close, but that wasn’t the deal; I got up and went to shower his sticky strands of sperm off. He followed, still trying to touch me, but I spurred his advance, slapping his hands away as he got close. He had his taste of things to come ahead, and he wanted more. As for me, I now put myself in a place of power. Helga was going to feel my wrath eventually. This was me just getting started.
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