Lo picked up her phone and texted me as Erin did the same for Zach. He and I happened to be in a pizza joint when their messages of permission to return arrived. We brought the pizza we got back with us.
Entering the small apartment we found the girls sitting on the couch in just about exactly the same position they were in when we left. He and I were in the dark as to what had transpired and each of us gave a kiss hello to our respective partners. They, for their parts, were very coquettish and gave away nothing when we inquired as to how they spent their time. We all ate some pizza and then Lo and I made our good-byes.
On the drive home Lo went down on me immediately in the car. “Cum on my face, Daddy,” she said each time she came up for air.
“Not till I hear what you and Erin did. . . in detail.”
“Later Daddy. First, come on my face.”
“You’re a horny little whore, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m horrible. I’m everything Zach was talking about and more. I just want you to cum. Please.”
Call me shallow, but I wasn’t about to get my dress pants stained with my mess.
When we finally got home, she jumped into the bed and spread her legs, demanding, “Fuck me! Fuck me so hard!” I got nothing about the night out of her on that first round, but throughout the three or four that followed later that night, Lo whispered in my ear all the small details of her time with Erin.
After I came and made a proper mess of her face and we were finally lying down, drifting off to sleep, she whispered one more thing to me. “Daddy, are you awake?”
“I can’t do it again, Lo. Sleep.”
“No Daddy. That’s not it. I wanted to tell you something Erin said to me.”
Her hand reached down and grabbed my cock beneath the covers.
“She said that when she’s in Paris, she wants me to be Zach’s fuck-buddy.”
“That’s what she said. She said she’d prefer that he be fucking me than anyone at their school.”
“Mmm hmmm,” she moaned. “How’s that make you feel?” she asked as she squeezed me a bit tighter. I was growing in her hand.
“Do you like him?” I asked.
“Now that we met them, I think he’s really attractive. Much better looking in person than in his pic.”
“And do you want to fuck him?”
“I want to see how big his cock is. Do you think he’s big?”
“I don’t know.”
“You know what I really want?”
“What’s that, Lo?”
“I want him to cum on my face. Erin told me that she doesn’t have anal sex with him. Do you think I should give him my ass, Daddy?”
“If you want to.”
“Do you think he’ll want it?”
“I’m sure of it.”
“I want to be the whore that Erin isn’t for him. I want to give him my ass. I want him to fuck me hard and then I want to suck on his cock until he cums all over my face. Is that bad, Daddy?”
“I think you should be asking Erin and Zach that question.”
“Do you think I’m bad?”
“I think you’re the best bad girl I’ve ever met,” I said as I pushed her onto her back, spread her legs, and went at her one last time.
[Excerpt from the story, “Sexplorations,” from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]