[An excerpt from “Cumuppance” as found in mysexlifewithlola.com in which Lo and HH are in a hotel room for the night.]

In the Hotel Room

She began touching herself and sliding her tongue down my torso.

“Lo,” I said, “I’m spent. I really just want to relax.”

She looked up at me with the sad face hungry for something, anything more.

She continued licking till she came to my popsicle stick.

“No, really Lo. I’m done for the night.”

“Oh Daddy, no you’re not.”

“Yes, yes I am.”

I began to pull her back up to my shoulders where I like her to lay her head before falling asleep.

“Daddy!” she said, irritation in her voice, “You’re such a fucking musket! One good shot and you’re done for. Grrrrrr,” she growled, “Youth is wasted on the old.”

She grabbed her laptop computer and opened it up.

Within seconds she was chatting with a guy who’s a big fan of hers. He lives close to us and he’s been flirting with Lo via chat for months now. I think he found Lo through the ad she took out in Craigslist so long ago. The one that said:

Help me! I’m a nymphomaniac. I am insatiable and I want to be satisfied. My constant craving for large, hard cock is more than my boyfriend can fill alone. He and I have discussed this and we’ve decided that for Christmas I’ll get more of what I want — cock. In order to get just the right one, I’m hosting a cock competition — Last Cock Standing. This will involve a number of steps: 1) submission of bio, photos, and stats, along with a brief entry essay describing why you want to do this; 2) Correspondence over the internet (through e-mail or chat); 3) Phone conversations; 4) Meeting in a safe, neutral space like a restaurant or bar; 5) In person training by me; 6) The Christmas Present goes to the lucky winner! If you’re interested, begin with step one and respond to this post.

It was through that ad that we found Bill. But, as I’ve mentioned, there were many men in contention. One of them was this fella, Alex. He is in his 30’s, he’s black and, from his many pics, he is built like a bull and hung like a horse. Lo has lusted after him for months now. Frequently, when she is frustrated with my stamina, she opens his pics and jills it to them. For some reason he fell out of the Last Cock Standing competition — I think he failed to follow up with step #3. But Lo doesn’t ever let a hot cock get away!

So, she was busy typing away as I sat in bed next to her. I was watching TV as she was furiously clicking the keys. But then her w.p.m. speed slowed because she was now typing only with one hand — the other was busy between her legs. And then she was cumming and cumming hard next to me in bed.

When she was done, she got up to take a shower. I could hear her begin to moan in the shower and knew what she was up to and that it would take a while for her in there. So I slid the computer around to me so I could eavesdrop on the chat that had put Lo into such convulsions.

Without going into all the ins and outs of it, the chat basically consisted of Lo’s complaining about her “old man” and how he couldn’t get it up for her. He told her all about how he would satisfy her and then some. He mentioned his “hot wife” (a “term of art” meaning a girlfriend or wife who likes to be shared, so I discovered) and how much the two of them were eager to get Lo into their bed to take care of her. This went on for some time with Lo asking for details about how they would sate her aching pussy.

I knew that Lo really was aching because the sheets were wet — a chat history, if you will. I felt simultaneously upset with her and with myself. With her for her lack of understanding and with myself for my inability to give her everything she wanted (and deserved). But these conflicting feelings — unresolved, as they were — led me to take Lo over my knee when she finally emerged from the shower. She was eager to call her gentleman suitor (as she had promised him in her chat), but I interrupted her lunging for her phone and gave her a good spanking.

“That’ll teach you to be such a whore!” I said only half in jest.

She was startled and she struggled on my lap as I gave her her comeuppance.

“Oh, Daddy,” she said, as she squirmed, her ass radiating red from my palm.

My punishment had the opposite of its desired effect and now Lo was stark raving mad with desire. I put on my trousers and shirt and left the room, slamming the door.

I went down to the bar and ordered a drink and took in the sultry evening air to cool down. There were a few attractive women at the bar and one of them was without a male companion. She actually began talking to me though the last thing I wanted at that moment was another female to be pestering me. I tried to be polite and she could see and sense my agitation. She asked me what was wrong and I tried to cut the conversation short by simply saying, “A fight with my gal.” She feigned concern and asked what was going on. I gave another attempt at a curt reply in order to end the discussion and I simply said, “Sex.”

“She’s not up for it?” she asked — clearly indicating that she was.

This just made me laugh out loud. I said, “If only! If only there was a night, a day, a moment of a day that she wasn’t up for it!” and then I gave her more than she bargained for by telling her of my nymphomaniacal Lo. Her eyes widened with awe and she twisted and swivled on her barstool. I went on about Lo’s exhibitionist tendencies and her newest fetish for watersports. The woman looked skeptical of my claims. The more I told her, the more she appeared to doubt me until she eventually tried to call me out on it.

“You lie!” she said bluntly after I had mentioned off hand that Lo could cum ten or more times in an evening and that that night with Bill she came about 15 times in various ways, through various orifices.

To counter her disbelief I told her, “Use that phone of yours and look up: mysexlifewithlola.com and then tell me that Lo’s not a nympho.”

She went to the page and saw the posts and pics and, after some initial jaw-dropping, she looked up at me and said, “How do I know that you’re not just making this up and that you really are H.H.?”

Well, she asked for it. “Come with me,” I said.

She followed me to the elevator and we went up to the suite. I knew that Lo would be in there jillin’ it again, probably on the phone with Alex. From down the hall we could hear her cumming already. I shot a knowing glance at the stranger from the bar.

We got to the hotel room door and I swiped the electronic pass-key, unlocking it. I opened the door just a crack and sure enough, there was Lo on the king-size bed, naked, legs spread, her hand between her legs rubbing her pussy, on the phone, porn flashing on the flat-screen. Do I know my Lo or what?

I closed the door and said, “Believe me now?”

The woman just stared at me, slack-jawed and said, “Honey, if I were you, I’d be counting my blessings.”

You know what? That’s what everyone says to me, not least of all, Lo herself. And I do, I do count my blessings. But it seems to me that no one really understands the burden of being so blessed.

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