By contrast, I’m more of a Bridget Bardot lookalike. I have long blonde hair, and delicate features with a ski slope nose, plush pout, and narrow, if determined, chin. My big blue eyes are as wide and clear as the sea, and I have to think that I got my looks from my dad just because they’re so different from my mother. It’s sad, but I believe I’m a walking, talking reminder of him, and that it pains Sally sometimes to see me. When I turn a certain angle, laugh a certain way, or make a certain gesture with my hands, I think I’m unconsciously reminding her of him. I wish it wasn’t so because that guy was a douche. But I can’t control what I look like, or even who I am to some extent, although my mere presence causes Sally pain.
This isn’t to say that my mom has ever been mean to me, or disliked me. Quite the contrary. My mom has been a devoted single mother her whole life, and sacrificed a lot so that I wouldnever want for anything. For example, when I was young, we were dead broke and Sally decided to become a stripper. Again, my mom was gorgeous back in the day, and she had no problem taking off her clothes for men if it meant that I had food to eat. In fact, the schedule of a dancer worked well for us because Sally only had to work a few nights per week. She’d get a babysitter to watch me during those evenings, and the cash was enough so that we had plenty.
But I know my mom didn’t want to strip forever. Who does? I think the job gets old, to be honest. It’s not exactly fun to shimmy and shake while gross men leer at you, your curves literally up for sale because you don’t have a choice. So when the opportunity to work at Tatti presented itself, my mom jumped. She started as a lowly secretary, but it made a huge difference in our lives. No longer did she go out at nights, her sparkly bikini tucked into her bag. Instead, Sally had a nine to five, just like any other parent, and things settled into a predictable pattern. I went to school while she worked, and then when she got home at night, we ate dinner together before I turned to homework. It was idyllic, and my mom enjoyed her job at Tatti. Mr. Purdy was generous too, and he never mistreated my mom or thought that she was less than just because she was a secretary. He was kind and fair, if a somewhat remote figure to me. I hardly ever thought about him.
But now, the ultimate curve ball has struck, and my mom got sick. I’m not going to go over the sad story again, but yes, I turned to Only Fans because it was an escape. It pays me good money, but the site is more than that. The work that I do genuinely is a way for me to release my frustration. I feel trapped and helpless right now in my role as a caretaker for my ailing mother, and even worse, she keeps getting worse no matter what I do. So I’ve thrown myself into my OF site because I feel like Ihave control over it. I can work hard and make things happen, whereas with my mom’s illness, my actions don’t seem to make a difference. It doesn’t matter how many times I take her to the doctor or help her with her therapy. My mom is nearing the end, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
But it only strengthens my determination to be the best Only Fans creator out there, and these photos need to be uber-sexy and alluring. I’m going to knock the ball out of the park with this set, and the Hawaiian backdrop is going to add the extra oomph. After all, Mr. Purdy doesn’t realize it, but when I heard the company retreat was going to be on the Big Island, I begged and pleaded with my mom to take me along.
“Jenna, you have school,” my mom said, shaking her head. “You can’t take ten days off just because. You’re so close to graduation, anyways. How can you just up and leave?”
“That’s it exactly, Mom!” I wheedled. “I’m so close to graduation that it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m going to pass my classes, and I’m going to get my degree no matter what. We’re so close to the finish line that at this point, ten days isn’t even a blip. Besides, when am I ever going to get the chance to go to Hawaii again? When are we? You’re really sick, Mom, and I know you’re thinking the same thing that I am. I want to spend time with you before it’s too late. This trip is going to be for us.”
My words were true too. My mom is clearly in the final stretch of her life, and her features crumpled a bit. Sally gave in, and I was allowed to accompany her as a plus one on this tropical idyll. It’s been wonderful too because my mom has been sleeping a lot, which is a good thing. In general, her pain keeps her up constantly, and she’s only able to toss and turn most nights. But here in Hawaii, she’s actually been able to truly fall into REM sleep, and I think it’s been restorative to her aching bones.
But yes, now Mr. Purdy is going to help me take these pictures, and my heart’s aflutter as I stare directly into the camera with a coy look.
Does he think the sexy stare is for him?the voice in my head muses.Because it kind of is.
But that’s the great thing about these photos. I get to act naughty and sassy, and yet Rick can’t say that I’m coming on to him per se. Instead, it’s the job, supposedly. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself.
“You look gorgeous,” he says in a deep, throaty tone as I assume another position. This time, I’m looking straight at the camera with a sly smile while cupping my big breasts. My bikini is still in place, so my sweet spots are covered, but let’s be honest. My swimsuit isn’t much more than three tiny triangles barely held together with string, and teasingly, I slide one shoulder of my bikini top off, letting the strap hang tantalizingly down one shoulder.
“Fuck,” Rick grunts, his finger still snapping away at the camera.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I ask in a sweet mewl. “I didn’t hear you.”
“Nothing,” he rasps, still snapping like a fiend. “You’re gorgeous, sweetheart. Better than any pin-up. Damn.”
I giggle again, this time leaning forward a little so that the triangle covering my left breast literally drops off, revealing the huge, ivory orb. My nipple is pink and peaked, and I feign surprise, my eyes going wide.
“Oh my god!” I mewl. “How did that happen?” But without missing a beat, I wink at the camera. “Be sure to get myexpression of shock, Daddy,” I coo to Rick. “Make sure the viewer sees my surprise that my swimsuit just came off, in addition to catching the good parts.”
After all, I want my subscribers to see my Double D’s. I want them to see how large and ripe my tits are, and how they’d be perfect for sucking and licking. I want them to lust after me while fantasizing about running their thick dicks into my wet cunt. Then, I want them to click their mouses, tipping me through the screen while rubbing one out with their other hand.
Meanwhile, my effect on Rick is becoming obvious because his cock is thick, hard, and utterly visible. What was only a pink glans peeking out from beneath his swim shorts has thickened and extended, and now, the anaconda reaches a full three inches beyond the hem of his trunks, the deep purple helmet coated with wetness.
“Goddamn,” he moans throatily as I cup my exposed breast with both hands, my mouth in a perfect “O” of surprise. “These photos are going to make you millions, sweetheart.”
I giggle.
“But we haven’t even gotten to the good part, Daddy. You know that my viewers love tits, but I’m more than a pair of great tits. My biggest fans love pussy, and I know just how to deliver.”
With that, I drop my big breast, leaving it uncovered. It bobbles in the morning sun, the pink and orange rays causing my skin to glow from within. Then, I lean back again, supporting my weight with two hands while still balancing on my knees. My pussy is front and center, albeit still covered by my thong, although of course, you can clearly see the outline of my nether lips.
“Does this turn you on?” I mewl coyly, smiling at Rick through the camera. “Do you like this, Daddy?”
“You know I do,” he growls harshly, clicking furiously as I pose. His dick literally jerks a bit then, spurting against his thigh, but he ignores the wetness. Rick merely groans, intent on capturing my sassy form.
I giggle again.
“Daddy, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Rick doesn’t even pause, continuing to click away as pre-come smears wetly against his knee.
“You know I am, sweetheart. Goddamn, this is the best part of my vacation. The best part of my entire year, even.”
“Your entire year?” I giggle. “Surely, you’re exaggerating, Daddy! But you know what I think would get me the big bucks?”
