Getting Up
All through the night I felt Lo caressing, licking, kissing, and otherwise worshiping the object of her affection. I heard her masturbating, felt the bed vibrating, saw the dim blue glow of her phone. All night I, in and out of sleep, was wondering and dreaming of her just bringing me to completion — take my tense and tortured manhood out of its misery. But that never happened. When I awoke, groggy and hard, Lo was sound asleep.
I showered, still rock hard, and got ready for work. When I was dressed and ready to go, Lo, almost instinctually, opened her eyes. She always knows when I’m about to leave.
“Daddy,” she said plaintively.
I didn’t respond. I was so upset about my lost night of sleep.
“Daddy, don’t go.”
“I have to, Lo.”
“But Daddy, I need you.”
“I’m sure you do.”
“I’m so wet.”
“I’m sure you are.”
“I want your cock.”
“And it wants you. You had eight hours during which to have it. Now it and I must go.” I was walking out the door.
“You didn’t kiss me good-bye.”
I blew her a kiss.
“You’re mad at me.”
“If I was awake enough to be mad, I’m sure I would be. As it is, I’m just going through the motions of a man awake.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” Those were the last words I heard before I went to work.
All day at work I was getting texts from Lo expressing her apologies and wishing that I’d forgive her. For the most part, I did. But I wasn’t about to let her know that. She promised to make it up to me that night. It was Friday and when I got home, I found her all dressed up for a night on the town. She was wearing a very cute blue dress that came down to just above her knees and wedge heels with lovely leather straps.
“All ready!” she said before I even got in the door.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Out.”
“Out where?”
“Just out.”
I put my briefcase down and followed her. We hopped in the car and she was stroking my arm and talking a mile a minute. At her instruction we went to a place not too far away and ordered drinks and some appetizers at the bar. When the bartender brought them over and I made small talk with her, Lo didn’t seem to mind. She had that lustful look in her eyes as she looked the bartender up and down.
When we were done with our first drink and the apps, Lo suggested we go.
“But we just got here,” I said, confused. “We only had appetizers. I’m hungry.”
“We’ll eat each other at home,” she said seductively.
I took her lead and we hopped back in the car.
She hooked her phone up to the radio and put on a song I never heard before. It sounded as if it was sung by a cute woman and it went like this:
Like the big guys do
I wanna do it
Like the big guys do
I wanna do it
Ahhhh, huh
Down on the floor there, every night
That’s where you’ll find me under the light
Why don’t the pretty girls come my way
Hoping that one will be mine someday
[CHORUS]
I wanna hold someone
Love someone
Kiss someone
Every night
Tell someone my love is true
I wanna do the things that the big guys do
Why do they always pass me by
Why don’t they stop when I give them the eye
Why don’t those city girls ever see
There’s a lot of lovin’ in a little package like me
[Repeat CHORUS]
I wanna tell them lies, like the big guys do
I wanna treat them bad, like the big guys do
I wanna break their hearts, like the big guys do
I wanna make them sad
(I found out later that the song was, “Like the Big Guys Do” by the Rocky Fellers and it’s a little boy singing, which makes more sense for the time it was recorded.)
“Don’t you want to touch,” she asked, pulling my hand to her knee. It was very soft. “You can go further,” she said, encouraging my hand to go up under her dress. I followed the softness of her thighs up to her panties where I found. . .
“My God, woman, what is that?!”
“That’s my cock, Daddy.”
“What?”
She lifted up her bum from the seat of the car and slid her dress up. I looked at her crotch. She was wearing satin panties and protruding beneath was the large outline of a rock-hard penis.
“When did you grow that?” I asked.
She lifted up the top elastic of the underwear and showed me, it was her dildo — present #5.
“You’ve had that in all night?”
She nodded, yes.
“How didn’t I see it?!”
“I don’t know, Daddio. I thought for sure it was obvious!”
“You’re a bad, bad girl, Lo.”
We got home and she held her cock in her hands for a while before getting on her hands and knees and instructing me to push and pull it in and out of her very wet pussy. She came two or three times before saying, “Now, Daddy. Now I want you.”
I gave her what she wanted and just before I was about to cum — she sensed it — she lunged forward, turned around on all fours and put her face in front of me, opening her mouth. “Cum on my face.” I did as told.
When I was done and she was covered, she grabbed my cock with her right hand, gave it a kiss and said, “I worship your cock, Daddio.”
“Lo, you worship cock because you want a cock. I fear that the day you find a woman to fuck with your strap-on — a woman as nymphomanical as yourself — you’ll leave me.”
“Daddy, I’ll never leave you. Unfortunately, I’m tragically fated to love you.”
[Excerpt from the story, “Penis Envy,” from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]
