I did want a sexually satisfying partner for Lo, I worried that Hunter’s ability to have multiple orgasms with Lo, in conjunction with all his other qualities, would woo her away from me.
As a result, I found myself more eager than ever to give Lo what she wanted — and a lot of it! I made passionate love to her twice, sometimes three times a day. But all my valiant efforts actually backfired. Between my lovemaking and Lo’s own pussy stroking to Hunter’s pics, Lo actually reached saturation point — something I had never experienced with her before. It wasn’t that she didn’t want more sex; she couldn’t handle any more sex — or masturbation for that matter. Her pussy was sore from all the use and abuse and, as if that wasn’t enough, one day my poor Lo woke up with a stiffness of her wrist that was excruciating. She went to see her primary care physician that day — the pain was so bad — and she came back home with a diagnosis: excessive masturbatory induced inflammation of the transverse carpal ligament. Yes, she had carpal tunnel — a repetitive-motion-induced pain in the wrist — due to her chronic masturbatory practices over the past week or so.
I tried to make her cum with my mouth and she was even too sore for that! She squirmed and squealed claiming that she couldn’t take it. I, perhaps a little too sensitive, took this as a rejection and I became despondent. Lo assured me and reassured me that I was completely wrong, but given her long conversations with Hunter — conversations that were becoming more and more frequent — I continued to doubt her heart.
This despondency remained with me for a few days until the night of the party for Lo’s new graduate school friends — the night that she thanked her Daddy for all he had done for her. (See, “After a Night on the Town, Lo Comes Home.”) The next morning my despondency lifted! I felt reborn. I suddenly understood how things should be. It all made sense now. I realized that (at least temporarily) my role is not as Lo’s lover, but solely as Lo’s daddy; a Platonic romance, a paternalistic relationship, a self-imposed abstinence is what she needed, what I needed, and what our relationship needed.
That night when we went to bed, I took Lo in my arms and I held her tightly and I told her what I had figured out. She was adamantly opposed. She insisted that she wanted me. She swore that as soon as she was better she would have me. Just as adamantly I told her that I was resolved on this point. She then reached down to my cock and held it.
“Oh, Daddy, it’s getting hard.”
“That’s just its physical reaction, Lo.”
“I know that and that’s what I like.”
“Lo, nothing’s going to happen. Go to sleep.”
“Let me suck it, Daddy.”
“No, Lo. I’ve made up my mind.”
“I really want to.”
“I know you want to, sweetheart, but I said no.”
“Are you refusing me?”
“Yes, Lo, I’m refusing you.”
“I don’t have your permission?”
“No, Lo, you don’t have my permission.”
“But Daddy, I have to practice. You want me to be good at sucking cock, don’t you? — I mean for all the other boys. You want me to do it right, don’t you? Let me practice.”
“Ok, Lo, you can practice. But that’s all.”
She eagerly dove under the covers and took my cock in her mouth and she practiced a good long while. Then she reemerged above the covers.
“Daddy, aren’t you going to cum?”
“No, Lo, I’m not going to cum. This isn’t for me. This is for you.”
“Am I doing something wrong? Instruct me! Tell me how I can do it better. . . for the boys.”
“Lo, you are the best cock-sucker I’ve ever had. I couldn’t possibly tell you how to improve.”
“Oh, Daddy, you’re such a bore!”
With this she turned on her back and stroked her sore pussy (with her left hand) until she came. She clearly wanted me to give her some “pointers,” meaning she wanted me to tell her where to put her mouth and tongue on my cock. The sound of those words is enough to send her into throes of passion. But, alas, I was not playing her paramour, but her parent now.
Still, the sounds of her cumming almost made me cum as well, but I fought off the urge and reassured myself that I might not be everything I can be as Lo’s lover, but I certainly am the best Daddy possible to Lo.
[Excerpt from the story, “Silver Fox, Mynx, and the Hunter — Part III: Abstinence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder,” from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]