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”Denise, you have to calm down…,” I begin but she shakes her head and her long braids dance around her head.
”Don’t,” she clips. ”I don’t want to hear any excuses. Mom told me the two of you have gone behind my back to try to get me to go to college.”
My heart sinks. ”Sweetheart, I can explain.”
”There’s nothing to explain,” she snaps. ”You and mom put your heads together and conspired against me. Tried to pressure me into going to college.”
”We only want what’s best for you.”
”But you don’t know what’s best for me!” Denise shrieks and bursts into hot tears. ”If you knew you’d support my decision!” Rage fills her eyes and she starts tearing down my photos, she kicks my equipment and breaks photos of other models on the wall. Her tantrum is a strange thing to watch but I don’t stop her. I let her tire herself out and once my studio looks like it has endured an earthquake, she finally stops. Breathing raggedly, she hangs with her arms and head, looking like a rag doll. I feel so damn bad for her that I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make her smile again.
”Are you done?” I ask patiently and she looks up at me, her eyes still flickering with deep hurt and anger.
”I’m never going into stem cell,” she croaks. ”Ever! Do you hear me?”
”I hear you, but you’re going to listen to me now,” I warn. ”If you want to go into modeling then you should at least have an idea about what goes in that industry. And then maybe you’ll consider.”
”I’ve made up my mind,” she says, jerking her chin but she trembles when I stalk toward her. Her butt hits against the edge of a desk and she gasps when I loom over her.
”Then you should know that most photographers aren’t as decent as I am. A lot of them will try to have their way with you. Is that what you want?”
She frantically shakes her head.
”N,,,no,” she stutters and whimpers when I rip off her underwear and toss it aside.
”They won’t just stop at taking photos of your face,” I say with clenched teeth. ”They’ll want photos of this.” I shove my camera underneath her tiny skirt, pressing the lens against her and she lets out a sharp, surprised moan. Her eyes flicker with shock as she looks at me, reminding me of just how inexperienced she is. But then a slow smile crosses her face and relief floods me. There…I did it. I managed to make her smile by focusing on the part of her that needs my attention the most. I grind the lens into her sopping wet flesh and she starts panting, her throat rolling when she swallows.
”What are you d…doing to me?”
”I’m doing what they would do.” I roll the camera in circles and she starts panting hysterically. ”Do you still want to go into modelling?”
”Yes…,” she breathes.
”You’re impossible,” I growl, but she doesn’t care. She lets out a moan, greedily stroking her pussy in slow-motion against the lens and I lose it. I start snapping photos, documenting her orgasm as her hips jerk and wriggle, her teeth digging into her lower lip as she struggles to breathe. I take the camera back, licking clean the lens before dropping it and I rip both our clothes off and stare at her little body. She’s not stopping me and I’m going to have her here, right on top of this desk. Her breaths are still wild after her tantrum and her orgasm but they increase when I cup a hand around my erection.
”You want this?” I growl and she nods, flushing when she watches me swell even more. ”You want to take daddy’s virginity?”
She flinches, staring at me in shock before her eyes roll back in her head. ”Oh Phil…,” she moans before catching herself, ”yes daddy, give it to me.”
I don’t wait for her to ask me twice. I’ve waited forty-seven years for this moment. And when it finally happens the girl I’m rewarded with is indecently fresh and pure. It’s really true what they say. Good things come to those who wait. We’re both just as innocent and as soon as I enter Denise, I explode all over her. Tossing my head back, I scream her name. The pressure is just too good. She squeezes around me like a snare around a hanged man’s throat. I can barely get any oxygen down my lungs as I piston my hips. We’re both frantic, screaming and moaning as our lust slaughters us both. But as soon as I spend, I go again. I have a ton of pent up energy despite my age and Denise is in for the ride.
”Good girl, Denise. You’re so sweet for letting me fuck your pussy however I want.”
”Anything you want,” she smiles between moans and I suckle her juicy nipples and grope her breasts.
”Will you let me fuck these beauties later too?”
Her eyes roll back in her head. ”Oh daddy…yes…yes…”
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I’m on my back on the floor while Denise lazily rides me. The frenzy has finally calm down but we both can’t get our fill. People have been knocking on my door, but I’ve been too busy satisfying Denise to call off my appointments. They left when they heard us moaning. I lift my head, looking at Denise being tightly wrapped around my cock as if she’s trying to squeeze my life out of me. The expression in her eyes is almost dominant as if her pussy owns me and the thing is…that it does. It absolutely does.
”You trying to bring me to an early grave?” I pant, and her belly heaves.
”No daddy,” she breathes, looking like a glowing candle melting on top of me. She seems so innocent but then her eyes flicker with anger and she wraps her braids around my throat and tugs. ”But I will if you ever photograph a model other than me! No girls in front of your camera. Just me!”
I struggle for air, but nod and she rewards me by dropping her braids. Her lips meet mine and she jerks her glistening body up and down, snaps back and forth. We erupt, burning for each other and I tell her how happy she has made me. I’m so happy that tears collect in the corners of my eyes. I could kill for this girl. Forty-seven years of waiting and it was so fucking worth it. If I die tomorrow, I’ll still consider myself a lucky bastard.
