“But what about you, Daddy? Oh my god, we didn’t do you!”
“No, it’s fine,” Rick growls, lowering the camera for a moment before grinning lasciviously. “You had a wonderful effect on me, Jenna, because look at the ground beneath us.”
That’s when I see it, and I gasp. Rick’s dick is out, freed from the constraints of his swim trunks, and it’s huge. He’s got at least ten inches of pure fuck power, thick and bulging with veins. But he’s only semi-hard at the moment because there’s a tell-tale pool of fluid beneath the lounger now, and I gasp again.
“Daddy, you came!” I exclaim, eyes wide. “Just from taking photos?”
“I did,” he acknowledges, blue eyes flaring. “You’re too beautiful, Jenna, and absolutely irresistible. The sight of your tits bouncing as your pussy got fingered was incredible, and I love having my digits buried in you. It drove me over the edge, and I fucking came like a hurricane.”
I stare at him with astonished eyes.
“But do you want me to touch you?” I ask. “You could put it in me, or I could put it in my mouth, or …?”
Rick grins wolfishly, white teeth flashing as he considers my offer
“I’d love that, sweetheart. But all in good time, because I want to record this too.”
Then, with a slow squelch, he removes his fingers from my pussy, snapping away with the camera as it captures the image of my swollen, just fucked cunt. A shiver runs down my spine because maybe I was only pleasured by Rick’s fingers just now … but I know the billionaire has more in store, and I can’t wait.
5
Rick
We’re at my mansion, except that the mood is somber and quiet because it’s Sally May’s wake. Yes, my former secretary passed away, and I offered my home for her remembrance. It’s fine because she worked for me for over a decade, and I want something dignified and respectful for a woman who was dignified and respectful while she was alive.
But a lot has happened since I took the naughty photos of Jenna. I genuinely believed that we’d progress onto the next step. I was certain that soon, I’d have my dick buried deep in the beautiful teen as she cried out with pleasure, the curvy girl coming apart on my hardness. But everything got turned around because although Jenna believed her mother was getting better during our Hawaiian getaway, the opposite actually happened. Sally passed away quietly in her sleep, and Jenna was distraught. The young woman was in shock, honestly, and I took over all the arrangements. Sally’s body was transported back to the States;Jenna was escorted home by another member of my team; and I scheduled the funeral and ensuing wake.
Now, we stand in the living room. There aren’t too many people here, probably only around thirty or so, but it’s not the number of people that matter. It’s how we choose to commemorate Sally’s life, and how much they meant to her. From across the room, I watch as Jenna, looking pale in a black dress, thanks Peter Anton and his wife as they shake her hand. Peter worked closely with her mother at Tatti, and I know he’ll miss Sally’s presence almost as much as I.
But despite the sad occasion, Jenna looks gorgeous. The young woman is a bit pale and wan, but her curves are as luscious as ever, even clad in a loose black gown. Her golden hair is tied back in a simple braid, tendrils already curving lovingly around her cheeks and I feel an overwhelming urge to press a kiss to her plush pout just to feel the softness of her skin as I stroke a big breast.
Get your head out of the gutter, Purdy, the voice in my head warns.You’re such a sick fuck for even thinking these thoughts at Sally’s wake.
I am, but Sally also left me as guardian to her daughter, and I make my way over to where Jenna stands. She turns to me, her eyes oddly hot and bright.
“Hi Mr. Purdy,” she says in a low voice. “Thank you for coming.”
“Sweetheart, I live here, remember?” I answer in a deep voice. “But it’s fine. You’re tired and exhausted from the events of the day. Do you want to go upstairs to lie down? Almost everyone’s gone.”
“No, of course not,” Jenna says quickly. “I’m okay. The apple cider your staff served is delicious, by the way. And the mini-cheese croquettes too. Yum.”
I place a massive hand on her narrow shoulder, and at first, Jenna stiffens a bit. But then she relaxes into my touch, and a powerful rush of emotion surges in my chest. The young woman is vulnerable and she needs me. I want to protect her at any cost, and lower my voice into a rumble.
“If you don’t feel comfortable taking a nap, at least take a short break. I’ll stay here and handle the guests, so no one will notice. Just relax a little, and take some time to breathe. You deserve it, sweetheart.”
The young blonde stares at the ground, but I can sense weariness permeating her form. Her shoulders slump a bit as she nods, her chin pointed and delicate.
“Sure, maybe I’ll sit for a moment. Should I use your parlor?”
“No, sweetheart, because the guests will find you. Here, we have a second kitchen off of the first. Let me take you there, and no one will even suspect where you are.”
With one hand on Jenna’s shoulder, I gently guide her past the remaining guests, through the massive dining room, and then through the large kitchen on the first floor. Behind the main kitchen is a second one, complete with a six-burner stove, two ovens, a massive fridge, as well as cabinets stocked with plates, utensils, serving platters, and the like. Jenna pauses as she takes in the space.
“Wow,” she remarks in a low tone. “I didn’t know that people kept two fully functional kitchens in their homes.”
I grin, the corner of my mouth twitching as I pull out a stool for her to sit on.
“Yeah, it happens with big houses sometimes. It’s one of the necessities when you entertain a lot because cooking can be a steamy, smelly, not to mention loud affair. It’s disruptive when I have guests over. Plus, you can can imagine the frenetic hustle and bustle of my staff when I throw a dinner party. As a result, a lot of homes this size are built with a second kitchen just off the first where they do the actual work. That way, the main one that guests see stays pristine, and people can socialize and enjoy themselves without being presented with the sight of massive cauldrons bubbling, and raw meat being chopped.”
