Morning after

"Are you dating anyone right now?"

Aaron peered over his shoulder. A voluptuous redhead was naked and laying flat on her stomach, head facing him on top of a pillow while smirking mischievously. Vicki Vale, as expected, was quite the inquisitive personality.

"I wouldn't be here if I was with someone," Aaron responded, looking back at the wooden floor. "Why?"

"Well, you know how people can be. Plus, you're a stud. You're ridiculously well-hung. I doubt one woman is enough to keep you down."

He could feel her gaze eat up his toned back. Aaron sighed, got up from the bed, and spun on his heel. Her gaze immediately switched to his cock and balls which were dangling between his legs lazily.

"Sorry, but I'm not some politician."

"Polygamous then?"

"Never considered it."

"A manwhore?"

Aaron deliberated. "Maybe."

"I can tell," Vicki said, smirking cheek-to-cheek. "I can't move my legs, much less walk, and I have an interview to conduct today. I'll need crutches to get to the anchor."

Aaron snorted. After she woke up, he proceeded to fuck her into the night. He even tried anal, although he was only able to lodge in half his length. Despite the small setback, he managed to stretch her holes beyond her imagination. With the sun rising, Vicki couldn't feel anything. Her asshole, her throat, her pussy, she was somewhere between being sore and numb.

He put a foot on the bed, reached over, and groped her rump. The pale globes were a tinge red from all the balls-slapping and spanking. Even so, the firm sensation did wonders for his fingers and as she spoke he continued kneading her ass cheek like a professional baker.

"Do you have anyone you like?" Vicki asked.