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Sunday morning and, uncharacteristically, I slept late. I usually “arise” hours before Lo — meaning, due to her lovely slumbering, naked body next to me, my cock is up before the sun and then I awake and, wishing to avoid disturbing her, I sneak out of the bedroom and perch myself on the couch in the living room writing erotica about her until she wakes and is ready to have me.
However, that morning was different. For whatever reason, I didn’t get up before dawn and when my eyes did finally open, I awoke to find Lo on her tum next to me in bed. Her phone was carefully placed at the head of the bed so she could read or look at something on its screen, her left hand was between her legs caressing her wet pussy lips and her right hand was casually giving my erect cock a hand-job.
Just as my eyes were opening in order to take all this in and attempt to make out the digital numbers on the clock, I heard her orgasm ramping up as she moaned into the pillow. Her right hand let go of my cock and assisted her left in caressing her pussy. The moans grew louder and her ass lifted in the air as if she were being penetrated by a phantom lover behind her. She looked like an inch-worm as her ass slowly descended flat again with the passing of the ecstasy.
Without words, I gently pushed her over onto her back and spread her legs, entering her very wet pussy. Her orgasm must have been blissful because she was unaware of anything at that moment, allowing me to see what was on the screen of her phone as it was still on, tilted against the headboard. It showed pictures of Brian. Apparently he works out a lot and he has a whole page of various images of himself bench pressing, curling, and doing sit-ups — all shirtless. Lucky Lo.
I whispered to her, “Lo, you’re a bad girl.”
“I know, Daddy. I’m sorry.” She didn’t even try to deny it. She was caught red-handed.
“As a punishment,” I said, feeling particularly entitled to demand whatever it was that I wanted, “you will have to do something for me.”
“What Daddy?” she said with some fear in her voice.
“First, turn over.”
She complied. I got up behind her as if I were that phantom lover. I penetrated her and began working at pleasing her pussy.
“What Daddy?” she asked, apprehensive of my wishes.
“When you cum,” and I knew she was going to cum soon, “I want you to call out his name.”
“Whose name?” she asked, poorly feigning innocence.
“You know who.”
“No, Daddy.” My demand for her to own up to her unfaithfulness during sex seemed too much for her.
I spanked her bottom. She moaned with delight. “Yes, Lo. Brian. You will call out Brian’s name when you cum. Do you hear me?”
I went at her as I’m sure she had been imagining when she came the first time and, sure enough, within thirty seconds of agreeing to my punishment, she began whispering, “Brian.” Her invocation grew louder and then she was calling out, “Brian! Yes! Brian! Yes! Fuck me! Brian, I’m cumming!”
Hearing her call out another man’s name, knowing what she was thinking about, and visualizing all those photos that turned her on so much was too much for me. I held out as long as I could and then I called to her, “Turn around and get on your knees!”
She jumped off my cock and swung around as I got to my feet on top of the bed and grabbed my throbbing cock. I came all over her face as she submissively basked in the rain of cum.
When I was done, I simply said, “That’s my good girl.”
“All I want is to be your good girl, Daddy,” she said.
“I know that’s not all you want, but you’re lucky I’m such a good Daddy and I’m willing to give you whatever it is you want.”
“I know, Daddy. And you’re lucky that you have a dirty little slut like me,” she said as she ran her tongue over her cum-covered lips.
[From the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]