“Why don’t you just jack it like a real man?” she complained.
“Because I prefer fucking your flapper to fucking my fist,” I responded.
“But Daddy,” she said, in a nicer tone now, “don’t you know that I find it hot to see a man masturbating?”
“Any man, masturbating to anything, or certain men, masturbating to you?”
“I prefer men to masturbate to me, but seeing any man masturbating to anything still turns me on,” she said as she was rubbing her puss under the covers. “Please, Daddy, just stoke it for me, over me, to me.”
“Maybe I’ll just get my Stoya Fleshlight,” I said, trying to arouse her jealousy so she’d give herself over to me completely.
“No! If you do, I’ll get out my horse cock dildo and my Hitachi!”
“That sounds fair. . . and fun!”
“No,” she said, “I want you to use your hand and I’ll finger-fuck my holes.”
“Fine,” I said, more willing to concede due to the prospect of watching her. I pulled down the covers, got between her legs, grabbed my hard member, and pulled at it for her to see.
“That’s it Daddio,” she said as she spread her legs wide, began inserting the fingers of her right hand into her puss and slid her left hand around from underneath her ass to penetrate her posterior place.
“Did you make every man you were with masturbate for you?”
“I didn’t have to make them,” she said. “They volunteered.”
“Tell me about it.”
“There are so many. Which one?”
“Tell me about Teddy.”
Teddy was her fuck-buddy in college. A tall, lean, basketball player with an enormous cock.
“I’d lie in his dorm room bed and he’d stand over me with his huge black cock right over my face. It was as long as my entire head. He’d drop his balls in into my mouth and grab his rod with both hands. Both hands!” she said with emphasis. “He’d stoke it over me as I lay naked on the bed and then, when he came, he shot all the way down to my knees and covered me with his hot jizz up to my chin.”
I could tell that as she told me this story, she was on the verge of climaxing herself. But she held back.
“Tell me about Gerald.”
Gerald was also a college fuck friend. The opposite of Teddy in every way, except Gerald was also an athlete — a bodybuilder whose bulging biceps attracted Lo until she found that he had a micropenis.
“He was so self-conscious about his size that, no matter how much I wanted to take him in my mouth, he was resistant. My natural attraction for women made the prospect of licking that little clit so appealing, especially since he shaved it and his balls clean. He wore a teensy-tiny speedo when he worked out. It was like he was wearing panties. I wanted to pleasure him with my lips and tongue all the time, since I obviously didn’t feel him in either of my holes,” she said as she fingered both of her holes more deeply.
“Did he jack it for you?”
“It was the only way he could cum. He’d pull that little pimple with his thumb and index finger as he stood over me, just like Teddy did, and then he’d ejaculate all over my face. It was the only way he could feel dominant.”
“How often did he do that?”
“Countless times. It always left me unsatisfied, but I liked it nonetheless.”
“You never met a cock you didn’t like.”
“Don’t stop,” she said, looking at my cock as my stroking slowed. I pulled harder, longer, faster. “That’s it,” she said. Her whole hand was almost fully submerged in her pussy and two fingers were going at her perineum.
“Tell me about Tim,” I said. Tim was her beau before college and, since he was older and Lo significantly younger, sex with Lo was off-limits for him. That didn’t mean that Lo didn’t try. Lo always finds a way.
“He’s probably the one responsible for my male masturbation mania. The only way he got off was by masturbating. I would be fully clothed and saying sexy, naughty, dirty things to him like I’m doing for you right now, and he would jack it until he came.”
“Where’d he cum? On your face?”
“No. He’d cum into my hands. I’d hold them out like I was receiving an offering and then I’d lick them clean like a kitten licking a bowl of milk. He loved that.”
That was too much for her. She came and came hard. Her pussy and sphincter clutching and contracting on her deeply driven digits before eventually dilating again. When she recovered, she looked at me and said, “You didn’t cum.”
“That’s not fair, Daddy.”
“I don’t think so either,” I said. “Why don’t you give me a hand-job?”
“Because I’m going to fall asleep now,” she said.
“That’s fine, just position your left hand like you’re giving the ‘OK’ sign, and I’ll do the rest.”
She complied. I lay next to her and inserted my cock. She said, “You’re just using me as a sex object.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, but luckily she followed up the comment with, “And I like it. It’s so soothing.”
Reviewing in my mind’s eye the stories she told, looking at her naked body next to me, I came and came hard all over her. She had drifted off to sleep. I grabbed a washcloth, wet it with warm water, and gently cleaned her off. I kissed her mouth good night and lay next to her thinking about what a good bad girl she is.
The next morning I awoke to find her face bobbing up and down on my erect shaft.
“Lo?” I asked.
She popped off of my knob and said, “I’m sorry you didn’t cum last night, Daddy. Let me make it up to you.”
I didn’t disabuse her of that belief until after she accomplished her mission. When I did, she just said, “You dirty dog!”
“What?” I asked, innocently. “You told me last night you wanted me to cum. Was that just lip service?”
“No it wasn’t. But what I just did for you was.”
[From the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]