October is the New Orange

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I sat on one end of the couch with my book open, reading glasses on, and even a highlighter in hand. Lo sauntered into the room wearing her usual after-work-attire: a tank top with nothing else under it. She sat down next to me. “You want to watch Orange is the New Black?”

After I finished reading the sentence I had begun, I replied, “No, I don’t want to watch Orange is the New Black. I told you, I gave it a chance and I’m good. Thanks.” A few weeks ago, with all the hype, Lo and I tried watching the first few episodes. I found it irksome and unpleasant and they lost me at the micturition on the floor scene. Lo, on the other hand, continued going and has raved about how each episode gets better and better.

I put my nose back in my book. She pulled out her laptop and put on her headphones to watch an episode. I tried to sit next to her, but as she watched, she was repeatedly stroking herself between her legs.

“I’m going to bed.”

“Daddio?” she said, looking up at me, speaking unnecessarily loudly, and pulling her headphones off.

“I’m going to bed, I said.”

“Why?”

“You’re too distracting.”

“You like it?”

“I’m going to finish reading this chapter and I’m going to sleep cause I’m tired. Please don’t disturb me when you come to bed. I have to be up early.”

I finished my chapter and I fell asleep. Pleasantly asleep.

The next thing I know, I feel Lo slithering her soft naked body up against mine, her hand reaching around my fetal-positioned body, grabbing my slumbering cock and whispering in my ear, “Daddy, are you awake?”
I ignore her hoping that I will fall back to sleep.

She persists. “Daddy, don’t you want to hear about how bad of a girl I am?”

I don’t answer.

She whispers, “I was watching Orange and there was a scene where one of the women snuck in a phone. She was taking pictures of her pussy and sending them to her boyfriend who was tacking pics of his cock. They were masturbating to each other. Isn’t that hot?”

I still have hopes for sleep, but my disobedient dick has other hopes and Lo notices right away. “Daddio, you’re getting hard.”

I remain as still as the rest of my body could manage.

“I was jillin’ it as I watched them both masturbating. I got myself off and squirted on the leather couch. Don’t worry, I cleaned up.”

I try to feign sleep as best I can.

“When the episode was over,” she whispers, “I checked my e-mail. I got a nice note from a certain someone. Don’t you want to know who?”

I roll over, “Who?” I mutter.

“Oh, Daddy. I knew that would get you.”

I feel defeated. She always wins. “Who?” I ask again with irritation.

“Zach wrote to me. He said he’ll be in town this weekend.”

“What did you say?”

“Oh, I didn’t write to him yet, but I’m open on Saturday — wide open,” she says seductively.

“You want to meet with him?”

“Mmmm Hmmm,” she moans. I could tell her other hand is between her legs.

“I’m busy all day Saturday.”

“I know. You’ll be so jealous. I’m going to be such a bad girl with him, especially now since you’re rejecting me. I’m going to give him everything he wants. Do you like that?”

She holds my rock-hard torpedo and squeezes with her hand.

“You just want to get fucked.”

“So badly, Daddy.”

“OK, Lo, roll over and spread your legs.”

I get in between her wetness and give her what she wants. The entire time she is playing out in her head what this Saturday will look like. She cums four times (at least) squirting all over me and the bed.

“Aren’t you going to cum, Daddy,” she pouts.

“I’m on the wagon.”

Another challenge for her. She sticks her bum up and thrusts backwards into me and tells me naughty things that she wants Zack to do to her. She uses her secret weapon — her most sexy voice. I swear, I could be on the other side of the globe, but if I heard that voice, I would ejaculate without the slightest touch of the flesh.

Before I know it, she is cleaning up. I looked at the clock. 11:00 pm exactly.

“Well,” I say to her, “my refraining from climaxing technically begins at midnight tonight, the beginning of October. I guess this was the last hurrah.”

“You never cease to amaze me.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“You really think you’ll last even 24 hours?”

“No, but I’m going to give it a shot.”

“Well, we have another hour. I’m going down on you for one more shot.”

[From the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]

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