Some reflection

Frank held onto the girl's legs, gasping as his cock pumped dry, his legs quivering from the strain. He felt like his cock was about to fall off, and as he pulled out of Brittany's cunt he looked down to make sure it was all there. She moaned, still squeezing her tits as she twitched, shuddering with the aftershocks of orgasm.

"Fuck..." Frank gasped, looking down at the well fucked blonde. "You gotta go home. We keep this up and you'll fuckin' kill me."

"Mmmmm....so good...so very good..." she murmured, fondling herself and squirming, her eyes still shut.

Frank slumped into a chair, waiting for his heart to stop hammering in his chest as he watched the girl. He had to admit, she was doing something for him, something that most of the other women on the street had not. He found himself feeling genuine affection for her, and he frowned at the thought. She was just meat, he told himself. Meat with holes. Not even the prettiest of the bitches on the street, and not in the top five fucks.

Although she was very good, he admitted to himself.

And she learned fast, he added with a sardonic smile.

"Wow...just wow..." Brittany murmured, propping herself up on her elbows and looking at him. "That...that was...incredible...the best yet..."

"Yeah, you were fucking great," he grinned watching her blush and then look at him more directly.

"Did you...do you think you...umm...really....bred me?" she asked with a slight quaver in her voice.

"The way you were carrying on, I thought that's what you wanted," he laughed. "Having second thoughts?"

"No!...I mean...ummm...if you did I'd be so happy to have your baby...I just wondered..." her voice trailed off uncertainly.

"You wondered if an old man like me could still have juice that worked? Don't worry sugar, everything works fine. You might get your wish."

"Would you...would you still...umm...would you love me if I got fat?

"Whoa! I didn't say I love you now. But if you're asking if I'd still fuck you with a big pregnant belly, you're damn right I would. In any hole that felt tight enough." She gave a little shiver and fondled her breast again, looking at him with adoring eyes.

"I'd love that...you fucking me...all the time...using me...owning me....God I'm getting horny again...."

"Ok, knock that off," Frank growled. "Give a guy a chance to rest. You should go home and get some rest yourself."

"And then we can...we can do it again?"

"Sure babe, I'll call you when I want you. I promise," he added at the sudden worry in her eyes. Why he felt the need to reassure this one, out of all the sluts on the street he didn't know, but he couldn't seem to stop himself.

"Why don't you take a quick shower before you get dressed," he added. "While you're in there, I'll take a little nap. Wake me before you go." He gestured her off the bed and collapsed on it, barely aware of her getting up as he drifted into darkness.