That night I returned home from work and Lo greeted me at the door — she was ravenous. “Hey, Daddio. Miss me?”
I kissed her hello and tried to inquire about her day. She was having none of it. She pulled me into the bedroom.
“Lo, can I at least change out of my suit?”
“Out of, but not into anything else — except me.”
“Lo, I haven’t had dinner yet. I’m starving.”
“Great! I’m ready to be eaten.” She slipped out of her jeans and revealed she was wearing no panties. She pulled off her shirt and jumped on the bed. “I shaved this morning, Daddio. See? Nice and smooth for you.”
She was stroking herself between her legs and pulling at her nipples. I went to undo my belt. “Here,” she said, springing into action, “let me do that.” She pulled out my belt and undid my pants, taking my liberated cock into her mouth as she pulled down my drawers.
“You like?” she asked, looking up at me.
“Get on the bed,” I commanded.
“Am I in trouble?” she asked as she followed orders.
“What did I do now?”
“Spread your legs.”
She spread them and I went to begin licking her petals with exuberance.
“Whoah! Daddio. Slow down. I’m way too sensitive.”
“What would you like?”
“Here, just stay there,” she said as she held my head in place between her legs, “and let me lead.” She lifted her hips so her puss met my tongue gently. Then she moved side to side slowly. She pressed my head down a bit lower and into her. “That’s it,” she moaned.
She again slid under me from side to side and then up and down and then she said, “Yes, now. There,” as she placed her erect clit into my mouth. “Go. Do it,” she instructed as I did with my tongue what I know she loves. Whereas she usually allows me to bring her to the peak of pleasure this way, this time, just as she began fucking my mouth with her clit — ramming it in and pulling it out — she suddenly grabbed me with both hands by the hair and prevented me from continuing.
“Daddy, take me. Fuck me. I’m gushing and I need you in me,” she said.
I slid my naked, hard body up her naked, wet and soft body till my face was above hers and my cock poised to enter her. In one fell swoop I plunged in as deeply as I could go and with that one movement she convulsed and gripped my member with full force, cumming in waves. It was almost too quick. Too easy. I flipped her over and positioned her like a dog and entered her from behind — forcing my way as far in as possible.
“Do I feel loose, Daddy?”
“You’re puss is so wet and gaping, it feels like there’s room for one more.”
“I’d like that.”
“I bet you would.”
“You want to share me, Daddy?”
As she and I went through the Q&A, she reached down between her legs with her right hand, curved her fingers up and in her slick pussy and said, “Like this? You’d like his cock in me like this, rubbing up against yours?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you whore?”
“Yes, Daddy. I want to be shared. I want to be stretched. I want to be filled. I want to be fucked by a whole host of guys. I want to be passed around and used for their pleasure.”
Now she was cumming again, uncontrollably, dripping down her hand and wrist. As her cunt poured out her pleasure, she confessed, “Daddy, before you got home I was watching a bad, bad video.”
“What was it?” I asked, still pressing the tip of my shaft up against her special spot deep inside her.
“A woman was being fucked by three men simultaneously. They each had a hole.”
“You wanted that, didn’t you.”
“Yes, Daddy, it’s true. I want that. I want it. I want it,” she kept repeating, convulsing to the rhythm of her own words.
When she was done, I pulled out — covered and dripping from her — and I lay next to her.
“Aren’t you going to cum, Daddio?”
“No, Lo, not this time.”
“Because, Lo, I want to have pleasant dreams. . . about you all night.”
“Then at least let me clean you off.”
“You can do that,” I said, eager for it. She squirmed her body around on the wet sheets and got her face over my rigid erection and began licking her juices off of it one lick at a time before she sank the whole shaft down deep into the back of her throat and slid her luscious lips up the length of it to get every last drop.
“Much, Lo. Thank you.”
“You sure you don’t want to cum?” It’s always a disappointment to her when I don’t cum.
“Yes, I’m good, Lo. Very good.”
[From the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]