Disclaimer: This is in no way realistic and it's pure titillation. Skip it if youre looking for a more grounded slowburn read. Give it a go if you have a hand down your pants already haha.
Being the only daughter of rockstars who sometimes forget you even exist didn't have many perks. But the one major perk it did have was that you could manipulate their guilt to get whatever you wanted. And that's what Zelda did. It had started with a Maybach, baubles from Harry Winston and the like but last Christmas she'd asked for the most extravagant gift yet - her own island. To her surprise her dad had laughed - oh we already have one of those, I'll just transfer it to your name.
The whole of the school year Zelda had spent meticulously rennovating the Villa on her island and after hours and multiple screaming matches with the contractors, she was finally seeing her vision come alive. Sprawling over acres of lush green, a section of the beach had been cordoned off for her privacy - only people she approved could enter from that entrance. The mansion had 25 bedrooms, with her own sprawling an entire floor and a water slide that took her straight to the pool. The wardrobe was stocked with the sexiest outfits that could be sourced and a discreet team of 20 managers were there to cater to her every whim and fancy.
Thus Zelda knew that this was going to be a summer that she would never forget. And neither would her guests. There was only a week to go, so she sent out her invitations. But a very specific set were about to get invited to this paradise - her toys.
To be Zelda's toy, one had to be a woman above 30, be drop dead gorgeous, and willing to do anything for her. She loved her toys, or mommy sluts as she called them and couldnt wait to spend the summer with the gorgeous women who were so in lust with her that they would drop everything and rush for just a taste of her pink pussy. But she liked making them beg.
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Zelda walked on to her precious island brimming with anticipation. Her soft supple breasts almost popping out from her tiny bikini and her hips swayed with the confidence only an owner can have in such opulence. Her toys were given instructions to arrive two days prior and settle down. The only house rule they had to follow was simple - Only bikinis allowed during daytime and no attire should cover more than 40% of one's body.