“I have,” I say in a despairing tone. “But I feel like I’m overwhelming her. I mean, let’s be real. Jenna’s a young, innocent girl, whereas I’m a forty five year old hardened alpha male who’s been fucking longer than she’s been alive. She doesn’t know tip from tail, and especially not now that she’s enjoying her first dick.”
Hank goes silent with respect then.
“First dick?” he echoes. “Fuuuuck, that must be unreal.”
“Yeah,” I say in a glum tone. “I popped Jenna’s cherry, so she’s floating on Cloud Nine. I mean, can any woman think straight when she’s dick-whipped like this? She practically starts creaming when I come within twenty feet of her.”
Hank shrugs.
“So she’s got a horny cunt, which is a good thing, my man. Count your lucky stars. But yeah, I don’t know about the ‘thinking clearly’ thing. I stuck with my first girlfriend for way too long because of the sex. What can I say? I love getting my knob wet. But that’s neither here nor there,” Hank says. “You’ve got to talk to your Snowflower, my man. Let her know about your guilt, and then see what she says.”
“What if she says she hates me?” I ask sardonically. “What do I do? Kick her out? Re-locate myself to a hotel?”
“I guess so,” Hank shrugs. “But in the meantime, hang in there, my friend. I realize I’ve been an unhelpful prick throughout this conversation, but de-virginizing a young woman comes with a lot of responsibility. You owe her this talk.”
“Don’t I know it,” I say in a gloomy tone while paying the tab. “Thanks, bud, for your thoughts. Appreciate the company.”
Then, I stalk out of the bar and into the chilly night. I was somewhat rude to my friend just now but Hank doesn’t care because we’ve known each other too long to quibble over stupid stuff. The problem is that my current quandary isn’t stupid, at least not to me. Sally May entrusted me with her daughter, and I’ve betrayed that trust. Not only have I violated Jenna, but I have the young woman on her knees, with her mouth open while begging for my dick. I have the young girl climaxing hard as sherides my cock, with no opportunity to catch her breath when I pull it out and push it into her ass in the next stroke. In short, Jenna’s young, innocent, and naïve, and I’ve taken advantage of her. Even if I were to ask her about her thoughts, would she answer me straight? Is she able to eventhinkstraight between all the orgasms?
You have to at least try, the voice in my head says grimly as my driver pulls up to the curb.She might be addled right now, but it’s the least you can do.
My conscience is right, and I have to have this talk with Snowflower. After all, although I couldn’t admit it to Hank, I’m falling in love with the young woman … and it’s actuallymyheart on the line.
10
Jenna
“Oh!” I murmur breathily as Rick gives it to me hard in my ass. “Oh my god!”
At that, my man ejaculates heavily, spraying the interior of my bottom with gallons of milky jism. I love it, and sigh with contentment as he groans, his big body shaking as it unloads.
“Fuuuuck,” he moans when it’s finally over. Our skin is sweaty and stuck together, but Rick doesn’t care and pulls me tight to that broad chest. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”
“I am,” I mewl. Then, my huge lover pulls out, a massive gush of semen running out of my bottom. But Rick’s a filthy man with filthy desires, and he immediately gets down on his knees to give me one of my special “taboo kisses.” The man doesn’t hesitate and leans forward to lick the cream pie from my asshole, savoring the taste of his jizz spilling from my dirtiest spot.
“Mmm,” I moan, my curves shuddering as I enjoy the feel of his tongue on my anus. “Ooooooh.”
“Yeah, baby,” Rick rasps between laps at my clenching pleats. “You know Daddy’s taboo kisses are all for you, sweetheart. I’ll clean both of your orifices after they’ve been used. And I’ll kiss that snowball out of your mouth too because that’s how Daddy likes his little girl – filled with his jizz at all hours of the day.”
It's true too because Rick and I are always horny for each other. Hell, I haven’t even slept in my bedroom since that first night that we filmed together! I moved straight into the master suite afterwards, and although we haven’t filmed together again, I’ve been doing lots of solo work on-line, and my customers can see that I’ve been with a man. I show them my ravaged pussy and loosened asshole, and I even take photos with my legs spread, the cream overflowing from my orifices. I’m clearly getting it from an alpha male who’s huge size, and to my surprise, my earnings have skyrocketed. Who would have guessed? I thought I’d lose followers when I released this new set of photos, and I did get some rude messages at first. But I think the overall heat level of my content has gone up, and my customers are responding to that.
But nothing compares to being with Rick. I’m head over heels in love with this man and smile at him coquettishly as he stands up, still licking his lips. He’s still rock hard, that monster club jutting out like a powerful tree bough. Plus, Rick is gorgeous, even at forty-five, because he works out like a fiend. Those massive shoulders are like boulders, and his chest is bronzed and wide, with a delineated six pack and that special v-cut at his hips that leads to his massive cock. I’m lucky to be with such a desirable man, and go weak and hot while staring at him.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Rick growls.
I giggle coyly.
“Like how, Daddy?”
“Like you want me to fuck you again,” he rasps, pulling me into his arms. “Because I will, Snowflower. Daddy will fuck you senseless if you get my balls churning too much.”
“Oh, poor Daddy,” I say in a syrupy voice. “Do you want me to help you empty your balls for you?”
“I do,” he rasps. “But that’s not it, Snowflower. We have to talk.”
Then, he disengages, and I’m surprised because usually “talk” with Rick is just pillow talk where he holds me close and breathes in the scent of my hair, interspersed with sweet, sleepy kisses. But this time, it seems he means business because he pulls on a pair of loose grey sweatpants, which only makes him look more gorgeous and tanned, and not less.
“What is it, Daddy?” I ask with a mock pout. “What did you want to talk about?”
