At three in the morning I got up because it was getting chilly in the living room. I walked into the bedroom to find Lo awake, masturbating frenetically. I got into bed next to her. I found her phone under my pillow. I opened it up and looked at the history. There I found page after page of glory hole videos. After she came, I said, “How long have you been awake?”
“I couldn’t sleep, Daddy.”
“You’ve been up all night?”
“Yes,” she said sheepishly.
She nodded her head, yes.
“To glory hole videos?”
“Yes, Daddy. Are you angry with me?”
“Why glory hole?”
“Whenever we get into a fight I think that you don’t love me and that you’ll never love me again. I can’t fantasize about you. It’s too painful. So I take to fantasizing about anonymous cock. Glory holes are totally anonymous.”
“How many times have you cum?”
“I don’t know. All night.”
I reached my hand over to her side of the bed. “The sheets are soaked through!”
“Are you mad, Daddy?”
I reached my hand up her thigh. “You’re sopping wet.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry.”
She was practically crying.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“I want you. I want you to love me. I want you to have me.”
“Ask for it.”
“Daddy, please, please.”
“Spread your legs.”
She spread her legs.
“Spread your pussy.”
She spread her pussy.
“Tell me what you are.”
“I’m a bad little whore. I’m a cock-crazed cum-bucket. I’m a little nympho slut. I’m a bad bad girl.”
With each sentence I slid in a little deeper till she was full up and clenching my body with her legs, the tears flowing as freely as her pussy.
After she came one, last, earth-shattering time, she broke down into uncontrollable sobs and she huddled close to me, sliding her small body under my arm. I held her. She cried and cried till she couldn’t cry any more. I don’t know if her lamentations died down first or if I drifted off to sleep first, but eventually there was silence and then, sometime after that, I felt her grab my hand and place it between her legs to tickle and tease her puss. I did so, almost unconsciously — sleep-fingering — and she reached down and began pulling and stretching her pussy lips. I again fell asleep as she jilled herself to dreamland.
[Excerpt from the story, “Lola Dreams of Glory Holes,” from the blog, mysexlifewithlola.com]