I awoke and in the darkness I could see the blurry blue light of the alarm clock. 5:50. I usually get up at six, but I figured, close enough. Then I noticed that something was not right. Lo was not quietly snoozing beside me. There was a pale blue light cast from the bathroom. The door was open. I peered in and I saw her sitting naked on the pot, her phone held in one hand, her other hand hidden from my sight between her legs. I realized also that my cock was at attention under the covers.
I swung my legs out and over the side of the bed, sat up, and got up, naked. I walked into the bathroom silently and Lo practically jumped to the ceiling with fright. She clutched her phone tight.
“What the hell?!”
“I think I have a right to ask you that,” I responded.
I walked to the sink, next to her, and pulled out my toothbrush and put toothpaste on it.
“Mmmmm, what is this?” she asked, looking fawningly at my protruding member. I had to be careful not to bang it on the porcelain sink.
“Why don’t you tell me?” I said, looking down at her accusingly.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said, looking up at me subserviently. “I had very sexy dreams. They woke me and I was wet. I tried to get you up, but then came here so as not to bother you.”
“Looks like you succeeded at getting me up,” I said. “Did you squirt?”
“I was about to when you startled me.”
“What are you looking at?” I asked.
“Just a story I was reading on Medium.”
She changed the subject by grabbing my cock with her left hand and stroking it.
“I never jacked someone off while he was brushing his teeth,” she said.
“That’s probably the only sexual act you haven’t done yet,” I wanted to say, but couldn’t because my mouth was full.
“I’ve never sucked someone off while he brushed his teeth either,” she added as she turned me and leaned in to take me in her mouth.
I spat and rinsed. She squirted. I could hear the stream of high-pressure fluid spray the pot. She took me in her mouth deeper. Soon I was ejaculating in her mouth as she leaned further forward to get it all.
After we both cleaned up, she pulled me back to the bed. She lay me down and grabbed my flaccid cock. “Get hard. Please get hard,” she said as if praying to a god. “Please.”
She used every trick in her tool box to reinvigorate my member, to no avail. Finally she said, “If you won’t get hard for me, I will have to take matters into my own hands,” and she pulled out her arsenal of toys. Looking through them, she found two or three that she thought would be best suited for her mood.
“Can I go now?” I asked.
“You don’t want to watch?”
“Lo, you’re like ‘Gilligan’s Island,’” I said
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” she asked, angry.
“Nothing, just that I’ve seen you jill it so many times before.”
“You’re saying my sexy body is a rerun; a tired old show that’s been put into syndication; a dated, aged joke?”
“No no no,” I said, realizing I was now in hot water.
“Then what do you mean?”
“I mean, it’s time that you put all hands on dick and I’ll show you how the professor takes care of Maryanne.”
[From the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]