“Do you want to come over for a nightcap?” she asked Hunter.
Needless to say, he accepted and Lo road with him back to our place. I’m not sure what happened in his truck, but when they finally arrived, she fixed all of us some drinks and then said, “Oh, I could really use that massage you promised me,” to Hunter as she rolled her shoulders.
“Sure,” he said, happy to have the chance to touch her more.
She got down on her knees in front of him, facing me with her back to him, as he sat on the couch. They were both across from me and I sipped my whiskey as I took in the sight. She pulled the spaghetti straps of her dress down over her shoulders and Hunter’s hands got to work on her neck.
“Ahhhh, yessss,” she said, rolling her head as if it had become dislodged from her spine. “Why don’t you ever do this for me?” she asked accusatorily of me.
“That’s it,” she said to Hunter. “Yeah, right there.” His hands felt around her shoulders and then slowly moved down to her breasts. “Oh, God, I’m so tight,” she said. He pulled her shoulders back and stretched out her chest. Then his hands again found their way back to her breasts.
After some time, she turned her head around and looked up at Hunter from down between his crotch. “Do you want me to massage you now?” she asked.
He thought it was a good idea and so they switched places. Lo pulled her dress up to her thighs so she could spread her legs wide enough for Hunter to fit between them, allowing me a clear view of her pussy.
She began massaging his shoulders and neck and he, in his turn, moaned and groaned. After some time he then turned around and found his face directly even with her pantiless puss. “Just like in my dream,” he said.
“You bad boy. You know that’s not allowed,” she said as she dropped her hands into her lap and pulled down her dress. “Are you going to fuck me tonight?” she asked, purposefully ambiguous as to who was the recipient of that request.
Both Hunter and I said, “What?”
“You, HH,” she clarified, “are you going to fuck me, or what?”
“If you want,” I said.
“You fucking better fuck me tonight!” she said, adding, “I need a good fuck. You better have a good long fuck in you tonight.”
“I’m sorry, Hunter” I said, “Somehow, when she was a child, she acquired a fishwife’s vernacular.”
Hunter laughed a little. It was clear to me that after so many months of teasing me about her sexploits with Hunter, she was now teasing Hunter about what was in store for me.
“God, I love the word fuck!” she said as her right hand threw all caution to the wind and she began fondling herself on the couch.
“Darling, have some decorum!” I scolded.
“My boyfriend, the pompous-ass writer,” she mocked.
“My girlfriend, the porn star slut,” I shot back.
“Well,” said Hunter, awkwardly, “I guess I should be going.”
“Just as soon as you’re on the up-and-up, you can have some too,” she said, flashing him a quick looksee of what he was missing out on.
“Yeah, that’ll happen soon,” he said sarcastically.
We said our goodnights and as soon as Hunter was out the door Lo jumped on me.
“Darling, you were very cruel tonight,” I said, rebuffing her.
“Whatever are you talking about?”
“The way you teased that poor guy. He’s going to have blue-balls for a week.”
“You think so?” she asked, wide-eyed.
“I’m sure of it. When you were sitting between his legs facing me, it was clear that he was hard as a rock.”
“Oh, I knew that. I could feel it with the back of my head. Why do you think I kept rolling my neck like this?” She demonstrated.
“You’re a wicked, wicked woman!” I scolded.
“Well, it serves him right.”
“For, for, for seeing those other floozies! That’s what for!”
“Darling, you won’t do him; he’s gonna go prowling for an alley cat who will.”
She stomped off toward the bedroom.
I was picking up the tumblers and putting them in the sink when I heard, “ARE YOU GOING TO GET IN HERE AND FUCK ME OR WHAT? JESUS! WHAT’S A GIRL GOTTA DO TO GET LAID AROUND HERE?!”
There was no denying her. Not that I wanted to deny her — I completely admit, she had me standing at attention with her little performance and I was just lucky enough to be the object of her desire that night.
I went into the bedroom and found her on the bed playing with her puss, just like she had described in her little fantasy, only I was her captive audience this time.
“Take off your clothes, take out the camera and get pics of this. I want to show him exactly what he’s missing.”
I stripped quickly and then fumbled with the Cannon EOS and got off some good shots before, standing over her as she masturbated for me, I got off. . . one good shot.
“I’m sorry, darling.”
“For what?” she said, dripping from chin to chest.
“For cumming before you.”
“It was exactly what I wanted.”
That was sweet of her to say, but she was not satisfied. She rolled over, stuck her bum up, and said, “Now finger my puss and ass till I cum.” It took her a long time. Longer than usual. By that I mean, like five minutes. While I did it I asked, “What did you do in the bathroom at the restaurant?”
“What do you think I did?”
“I think you jilled it.”
“And you would be right,” she said, grasping for her clutch that was on the bed, opening it, and pulling out her little battery operated silver bullet. She turned it on, placed it on her clit while I had three fingers in her puss and one in her ass, and she let the vibrations take her over the edge.
After she had squirted all over the covers and she was catching her breath, she said, “Daddy?”
“What do you think of me?”
“What do I think of you?”
“Yeah, I mean, am I really so bad?”
“Darling, you’re the baddest little girl I’ve ever met.”
She looked confused.
“And I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Good, cause I don’t plan on changing.”
[Excerpt from the story, “Kiss, Kiss, Gang-Bang,” from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]