Late one night, Lo got a text from Robert. “Can I come over?” it read.
We were in bed. I was reading. She was looking at who-knows-what on her phone. She showed me the text.
“It’s rather late, is it not? What’s he want?”
“Do you want me to find out?”
“Cum over whom?” she texted back.
“Ha ha,” he wrote. “You read my mind.”
“You’re hard up and you just want to come here and use me?” she texted back.
There was no response for a while, just ellipses displayed on the phone screen as if he was texting and then deleting his text, not sure what to say. Lo texted him, “Is that it?”
Finally he responded with, “Well. . .”
“Then say it,” she demanded.”
“I’m hard up and I want to come over and use your sweet body,” he texted.
She was fingering herself now. Lo loves to be longed for. “Good boy,” she wrote. “HH is here.”
“Is it ok with him?” he asked.
“Is it ok with you?” Lo asked me.
“If you want to,” I said, “then I’m fine with it.”
“Drive fast,” she wrote to Robert.
She reached under the bed and pulled out her double-ended dildo. She began plunging away.
“Lo, you wouldn’t rather I do that?” I asked.
“OK, here,” she said, getting on all fours and turning her ass toward me so I could grab the dildo and use it on her.
“I meant, wouldn’t you rather that I fuck you?” I asked, taking the end of the dildo in hand and pushing in, pulling out.
“Oh,” she said. “I hadn’t thought of that. Actually, I’d prefer this because I’m saving myself for Robert.”
I had to laugh. “Saving yourself?”
“Yeah. And saving you. You are not to cum until I give you explicit permission.”
“Ah, Lo, my slut and savior.”
She squirted all over the bedsheets.
“Fuck!” she exclaimed, half in anger and half in ecstasy. “Now I have to strip.”
“You’re already naked.”
“Strip the bed.”
She got up, and hurriedly pulled everything off the bed and then made it again with fresh linens.
The doorbell rang.
“Don’t worry, Lo,” I said, “I’ll get it.”
She wasn’t worried. She was lying in the newly made bed and using her phone camera as a mirror, looking at herself. “You’ll show him in, won’t you?” she said in a faux high-class 1940’s era movie accent.
“Yes, madam,” I replied, like her butler, as I left the room.
At the door I said, “Robert, so good to see you,” as I extended my hand to shake his. “You must be here to see Lo. Please, follow me.” I led him down the hallway to the master bedroom. “Right this way. She is expecting you.”
Robert, embarrassed, didn’t even say anything. He just had a sheepish smile on his face. He knew what he was there for. I knew what he was there for. And he knew that I knew what he was there for.
As I opened the door to the bedroom, I saw Lo in the bed under the covers, but with her breasts exposed. Though the covers were over her, I could see that her legs were spread and her hands between them. “Thank you HH,” she said, dismissively.
Robert walked into the bedroom like a boss. I walked away. When I got to the living room, I saw that Lo had snapped a photo of herself and sent it to me. It was a sexy tease.
From the living room I could hear the rhythmic sound of the bed moving, Lo moaning and then calling out, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck, yes, harder, yes!”
A few moments later I heard her saying her familiar refrain, “I’m cumming. Fuck, I’m cumming.”
Minutes after that, I heard the bedroom door open and saw Robert walk down the hallway. I stood up. I met him at the front door. He didn’t know what to say.
“Care for a drink?” I asked.
“No thank you, HH,” he said politely.
“Well, come again,” I said as I opened the door.
He walked out. I walked to the bedroom. Lo was now lying on the bed, completely naked, the blankets strewn about, her legs spread and her hands cupped over her cunt.
“Come, Daddy,” she said. “Hurry.”
I got naked and was between her legs looking down at her. She pulled her hand away and I saw her oozing with Robert’s cum. “Get in me,” she commanded.
“That was fast,” I remarked.
“Fast, hard, and soooo good,” she said.
“You liked it?”
“I loved it.”
“What about his, you know, his problem?”
“He had no problem tonight.”
“Yeah, he told me that knowing you were in the next room and that you could hear it all excited him. He really liked that.”
“Glad I could be of help,” I said.
“Do you like putting your cock into the puddle he made in me?”
“Do you like that I’m such a dirty little whore?”
“Do you like when my cunt is filled with cum from your friends, Daddy?”
“Mmmmm,” was all I could say as dipped my stick deep into her wet, warm, and worn puss.
“Do you. . .”
I came, adding to her collection, before she could properly get through her cuck catechism.
“I love you, Lo,” was all I managed to say.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t cum yet,” she said, upset.
“You came with Robert and you came before Robert with your dildo.”
“But I didn’t cum with you.”
“I’m touched that you’re still such a romantic.”
[From the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]