Emma's First Time Finishes...

AUTHORS NOTE: Unfortunately, I believe this is the first chapter where you folks will feel the impact of a change I've been **** to make to OFG. Thanks to this story and the others I juggle, I am now a full-time Patreon writer; but that means I'm also pretty firmly bound to Patreon ToS. They have gotten more clear on their sexual content policies, and the term of endearment 'Daddy' is considered **** Roleplay. I've had to go back and change all versions that I've posted on Patreon, but don't need to change the earlier chapters here. Moving forward, however, 'Daddy' is no more here - I can't maintain multiple versions of a story with different wording. I wanted to find a replacement that was still kinda-dirty, kinda-silly and my Patrons didn't really like 'Stud' (it also wasn't silly enough). I ended up going with 'Mister Boss,' with Mister and Boss as short forms.

Is it perfect? No. And it feels like a loss. But I can't risk my entire career and platform for a running gag. This is your fair notice to expect this change.

The first thing that you weren’t expecting after finally pulling out of Emma was for her to go content-brain.

“Can you go grab my phone from out there,” she asked, a little tired and a little glassy-eyed as she gestured toward the bedroom door.

“For what?” you asked, sitting up on the edge of the bed and swinging your feet to the floor.

“To get pictures and maybe a GIFable video of my back covered in your splooge,” she said. “If I’m gonna start monetizing with your guys’ help I can’t think of a better way to get people to sign up than ‘Check out the results of me losing my virginity to a porn star.’”

You coughed, trying not to **** on your own spit, and shook your head. “Emma,” you said once you had your breath and voice back. “You don’t think maybe you’d want to keep this as a special moment for you?”

“I mean, I’m not in love with you or whatever,” she said. Then she looked at you and her expression shifted a little. “Not that this wasn’t… I mean, that was pretty… amazing. And I definitely had a better first time than any other girl I know by like… four more stars and like 45 minutes. So five out of five deflowering, would be deflowered by you again if I could?”

You opened your mouth but ended up clicking it shut, unsure what to say. Finally, you sighed. “Please don’t submit a Yelp review for this service, I’m not opening a devirginizing parlour.”

She snorted and then chuckled, resting her head back down on the pillow. “Do you really think I’ll regret sharing the photos?”

“I think it’s something you need to decide,” you said. “We almost filmed and shared Sabrina’s first time doing anal and it went awful so that idea got scrapped.”

She chewed on her lip for a moment. “Well, I need to have the pictures to decide about them,” she finally said. “So… could you, please?”

“I can,” you said, patting her lower leg and rubbing it before standing to go. For a moment you hesitated, thinking you should at least slip on your briefs, but then you remembered that it was Sabrina out there. She’d prefer you naked.

Heading out of the bedroom, you found Sabrina curled up on the couch with her laptop, and headphones on as she was doing some content editing. When she saw you moving around she looked up and her eyebrows raised in a silent question. You slipped over to her and gave her a kiss, which she extended by sliding a hand through the hair on the back of your head.

“Everything good?” she asked, sliding the headphones off.

“Yeah, we finished,” you said. “Do you know where her phone is?”

“Table,” she nodded with her head. “Why does she want it?”

“Aftershots,” you said. “Maybe for content, maybe just for her. I cautioned her about sharing personal moments.”

Sabrina nodded, then smirked a little. “So did you rock her world?”

“I… think so?” you hedged. “She’s reacting differently than anyone else we’ve been with.”

“You mean anyone our age or older,” Sabrina smirked even more. “Feeling old all of a sudden, Mister Boss?”

“Don’t you start,” you chuckled, then kissed her again before heading towards the kitchen table.

“If you aren’t sure, go again,” Sabrina suggested. “You made love to her, maybe fucking her brains out will get the response you really want.”

“I figured I’d do the shower thing,” you said as you picked up the phone and turned back towards your girlfriend.

“That could work too,” Sabrina said. “After the brain-melting. She’s a Sodemeyer sister, I bet she’s into the same shit as me and Katherine.”

“Katherine didn’t want to explore that when she was here,” you pointed out.

“Katherine didn’t want to open that can of worms because she was afraid it would be too good and she couldn’t get it on the regular,” Sabrina grinned.

“Did she say that, or are you assuming?”

“Twin-tuition,” she chuckled.

You rolled your eyes and headed for the bedroom.

“Emma, my darling,” Sabrina called from the couch. “Once your dirty pictures have been taken, ask John for the Mister Boss treatment if you’ve got any balls. Then let him do what he wants.”

“Are you trying to get your boyfriend to fuck me again right after he just took my virginity?” Emma called back.

“She is never gonna let the one go,” Sabrina sighed.

“It’s been like… an hour,” you said.

“Never,” Sabrina said dramatically with a grin. Then she raised her voice again. “Yes, I am. Do it or you’re chicken.”

“Whatever,” Emma replied.

You got to the bedroom door and rolled your eyes at Sabrina before closing it behind you. Turning to Emma, still on the bed, you sighed. “You can ignore her,” you said. “I was planning on pampering you a little with aftercare.”

“Well, take these pictures,” Emma said. “Your cum is getting cool and it feels kinda gross. Then we can decide what we’re doing.”

She opened her phone for you and you quickly got shots, close up and higher angled to catch the ‘blast zone’ in full. Then lower again as she spread her ass cheeks and legs, showing off her flushed pussy and little butthole with the streaks of cum up her back in the background. Finally, you got her a couple as she scooped up two fingerfuls of cum and licked them, though her reaction to the slightly congealed cum once the photos were taken was kinda funny.

You went and grabbed a wet hand towel from the bathroom and came back out, gently cleaning her up. Your last wipe was through the crack of her ass, palming around her little buttcheeks before you gave them a friendly squeeze and leaned down to kiss between her shoulder blades. “All good,” you said.

She rolled up to sitting and looked at you with her long hair partially hiding her face and with her eyes hooded. Deciding to take a guess at what she wanted as she was looking at you, you leaned in and kissed her tenderly. She responded enthusiastically.

You pulled away with a sigh. “Alright,” you said, taking her hand and lifting it to suggest she stand up. “Come with me to the shower. Let’s get you cleaned up properly.”

“Is that the ‘Mister Boss’ treatment?” she asked.

“No,” you chuckled. “It’s-”

“Give me the Mister Boss treatment,” she said. “Please.”

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