Staying at the penthouse on the first day. (+18)

I pull into the city around 6:30 a.m. and pull into a drive-thru to get food for the three of us, as they are still sleeping. The mother wakes up as I get the food. She asked us where we were, and I told her we were almost at the hotel. She nodes as she runs her fingers through her daughter's hair; the young one still sleeps as we finally get to the hotel. I can tell she is tired as I carry her, and the mom grabs two bags. I give my car keys to the valet. We get to the penthouse elevator, and I use my key card to open it. As we get in, we make our way up.

When I opened the front door, Sarah and Willow still waited for me. I told them they should have slept, and they shook their heads in protest as they were worried. I carried her sister to her room and put her to bed. As I told them, I was going to get some sleep, as I was tired. I got naked and got into bed; as I lay there, Sarah crawled into bed and placed her head on my chest as I fell asleep. 

I slept till noon. As I got up, no one was there, so I went to the shower. As I was showering, I looked at the door, and the young girl was there looking at me.

"What does that tattoo mean on your back, mister?"

"It's the King of Hearts; it means that no one can love or have sex like a white man can."

"So if I have sex with you, will it make me forget what that monster did to me?"

"Forget? No, but it will show you the true pleasure of sex and love. But only if you wish to be embraced by me, as that's what sex is about choosing the man or woman to make love to. Force is not how sex is supposed to be; it's a melding of two people's feelings for one another. Be it lust or love, they must feel the same way for the act to be one they both like."

She takes her clothes off. Is it right for me to do this? Nope, but she wants it and needs it to move forward. Sometimes, there are no right or wrong answers; it's just do or don't. She gets in the shower and stands in front of me before looking at my cock. And moving her tiny hands to it, starting to jerk it and lick it.

"Before we start, what is your name? I don't want to make love to a girl without knowing her name."

"Freya, and I want you to be my boyfriend. You gave me light when I thought my life wouldn't be anything but pain and sadness. I don't think I can ever feel love for anyone but you, Mr. Rockefeller; my sister told me and mom about you. That you have a harem, so you love many women. Mom doesn't know how to feel about that, but for me, it means nothing. I need you in my life."

I pick her up and begin to kiss her as she wraps her legs around me, and the water falls onto us. I don't have sex with her in the shower; she needs loving on a bed—something slow and filled with tender care to overwrite her pain, even if a little. This will be healing sex, not sex filled with lust. I may be lustful, but I know what my girls need, and she needs affection over pleasure for now, at least.

His kiss feels warm, and I don't shiver at his nice touch. I like him a lot. Willow said he can be a little rough, but he treats me very nicely. I can kiss him all day, as mom went with them to the cosplay con. They won't be back for the next 6 hours; I want to be with him as much as possible. I feel happy now and don't want to let go of it. When he walked into the house last night, how he looked at me warmed my heart, and his eyes looked at me with so much care. Willow said love makes a girl feel warm and happy, well, to her, at least. It's the same for me; I want him to have sex with me.

I lean her back against the wall as I kiss her. She runs her finger on my chest and abs, exploring my body as I move to kiss her neck. I was making her moan as she was shocked by the feeling she was experiencing right now.

"Mr. Rockefeller, I feel strange. What am I feeling? My pussy is throbbing, and I feel like I am going to leak something."

"Your body is telling you it's enjoying the love I am giving it. It's what happens when a woman feels good with a man. Just embrace it and don't fight it. Let the feelings guide you."

She nods as she starts to kiss and suck my neck, and my cock starts to rub on her pussy. As she begins to grind her hips on it as I move to suck her nipples as she runs her fingers through my hair, enjoying the feeling of us, she runs her hands up my back as she hugs me. After ten minutes, I take both of us out of the shower and carry her to my bed as I lay her down.

She looks up at me, flushed; I kiss her and tell her.

"Let me take care of everything; you just enjoy the feeling and don't focus on anything but us right now."

She nods, and I begin to kiss down her neck, moving to her chest and then her stomach, finally to her pussy as I start to lick it, making her moan and arch her back.

What is this? It's incredible; I can feel his tongue so much as my pussy is tingling like crazy. I have never felt this before, more Mr. Rockefeller. Let me experience this more; I need it more. I love it. God, something feels like it's going to burst out of me. I want to release something, but I don't know what it is; maybe that's what Mr. Rockefeller is trying to do.

I run my tongue along her pussy as I lick her clit, too, making her moan and hold my head as she asks for more from me. I stick my tongue back into her pussy as I slide a finger inside it, spreading it open so I can get my tongue deeper at the squirts as I drink up the releasing liquid. She is breathing heavily as I pull my head away and lick my lips as she looks at me with a desire for more pleasure and love.

I line my cock up with her pussy as I rub it, getting my cock wet from the liquid still flowing out from her pussy.

His cock is so much bigger I don't know if it will hurt or feel good. But I know that he has shown me that there is pleasure in being embraced by a man. That love does come with sex; it just needs the right person. I want him to put his cock inside me so that I can feel more of his love. The way he rubs his cock on my tiny pussy makes me feel so good; now he is pushing the head inside me. I feel my pussy spread wider than before; it feels good to have sex with a white man. I only ever felt pain by that evil black man; this sex with Mr. Rockefeller is glorious love-making. I feel every pulse of his cock as it moves inside me, his heartbeat. I can feel it. It's beating fast; I can tell he enjoys making love to me.

I get only half of my cock inside her as I begin to move, making her moan and grab the sheets on the bed as she leaks out more of her love juice.

"Mr. Rockefeller, you feel so good. I have never felt like this before. I feel like I am floating in the sky. I feel so warm and happy. More, please. Let me feel this all the time. I love you, Mr. Rockefeller. Please love me too. I don't care that you have a harem; love me however you want."

I lean down and kiss her as she warps her arms around me, kissing me in return with great zeal as I move slowly and make sure to hit the spots that bring her great pleasure as she moans at my cock. She reaches climax faster than I thought as she squirts again after only five minutes of sex; I let her enjoy the afterglow before moving again as both of us drown in the art of lovemaking. 

I move her to lay on her side as I get behind her while I am still inside her, making her moan as I kiss her neck from behind as I start to thrust into her; she places her hand on mine as I hold her leg up. She is enjoying this position as she rubs her back on my chest, feeling my warmth and my heartbeat as it brings her yet again closer to climax as I start to play with her tiny breasts and pinch her nipples. She slides one of her hands down to her clit and begins to rub it while speaking to me. 

"Mr. Rockefeller, sex feels so good; I want to do it more with you. Can I have sex with you whenever I want?"

"My dear Freya, you're my woman now. All you have to do is ask, and I shall give you the sex you desire."

She begins to cry not out of sadness but from happiness.

"Yes, I am your girlfriend. It's ok for me to ask for sex; it's okay to be loved by you. The man who saved me and my family, the man who killed that evil black man who did so many bad things to me and my mother. The perfect white man, the King of Hearts. The true lover of women and the best lover for women."

I roll her onto her back again, and I begin to fuck her a little faster she moans to the new speed as her pussy starts to tighten again to tell me she is close to cumming. As I am getting close myself, I pull out as she cums and busts my nut onto her body, caking her in my love as she watches as I cover her in my seed as she climaxes again in the middle of the first one. She runs her fingers over my cum before scooping a considerable amount up and brings it to her mouth as she eats it.

"You cum taste so sweet and good, dear. Can I eat more of it later? I wish to sleep in your bed for the next couple of days; it's ok for other girls, too. Please hold me at night. Is that okay for me to ask?"

I lean down and kiss her, saying it's okay, but we must shower again and get something to eat, as I am hungry. So, let's take our time and enjoy each other's company for a while before the girls return.

I pick her back up as she keeps eating my cum and fingering her pussy after licking her finger clean like she is trying to get some of it into her pussy but trying to make sure I don't know. I chuckle at her cute side as I kiss her, enter the shower, and turn on the water. I let her stand so she can wash, as do I, but she starts to suck my cock, taking it into her mouth as I lean on the wall and enjoy her tight mouth around my thick cock.

"Mr. Rockefeller, do you like it when I suck your adult cock? This big thick white cock is the best cock, so much more than that pathetic black one of that dead loser. I wish I could have watched you kill him; it would have made me smile and laugh. He had no right to live; he was sub-human. A failure of the human race, I hate him and his kind with every fiber of my being."

"My dear Freya, don't hate black women. For the failures that black men are, after all, he would have done those bad things to any woman."

She looks up at me, thinks momentarily, and then nods.

"You're right, Mr. Rockefeller; she would have abused black women if given the chance. They shouldn't be painted with the same brush as black men."

She returns to sucking my cock, I think to myself. I can't tell her not to hate, but I can direct it to the smallest percentage possible. Putting the hate on black men will save at least half the black population from having hate put onto them. After all, he was a black man; it's easy to focus on that. Her hate will never go away entirely, but. I can help her control it.

She has been sucking for ten minutes, and I finally unload, she tries to swallow as much as she can, but she is only eleven and can't get 3/4 of it. The rest covered her once more as she smiled up, looking at me covered in my cum again, but at least her eyes had life again. Even if society says this is wrong, she wouldn't have been able to heal to this point under normal means. I help rewash her as she giggles and enjoys my touch; I think she likes to be spoiled.