“Fuck! I hope that never happens again!” she blurted out as she entered the house.
I had been quietly sitting on the couch, perched in my usual spot, writing, when she burst in with a flare for the dramatic.
“What happened?” I inquired, merely raising an eyebrow.
“Get in the bedroom and I’ll tell you.”
That can only mean one thing.
I saved my work, closed my laptop, and followed her to the bedroom. By the time I got there she was already naked, her legs spread wide, her right hand slapping her pussy with a small splash.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked impatiently.
“I came as fast as I could,” I said as I began removing my clothes.
“Well, don’t cum as fast as you can now if you want to hear what I have to tell you.”
I slid into her already lubricated puss and she let out a gasp of relief.
“Am I wet, Daddy?” she asked.
“A juice box,” I said. “What is going on?”
She didn’t speak immediately. She was enjoying the ride. Her hands had moved to her sides and she was pulling her ass cheeks, spreading herself as wide as she could go.
“Can you feel me?” she asked.
“Almost not at all. Like fucking a bathtub full of warm water.”
That was enough to bring her to a mild squirting orgasm as her puss gently gurgled, soaking me, the bed, and her ass.
“Harder, Daddy. Faster.”
“If you tell me what’s going on, I’ll fuck you like a jackhammer.”
I sped up my rhythm and increased my force.
“That’s it,” she said, her eyes shut. “I’m so wet. So fucking wet.”
“I can tell,” I said, “but not for me I bet.”
“I was at the gym,” she began, as the scene played out before her shut eyes, “in my grey yoga pants.” She paused.
“Yes,” I said, bringing her back to the here-and-now.
“And I was on the adductor machine, working on my inner thighs when I noticed the guy in front of me. He was doing pull ups directly in my line of sight. Unconsciously I was watching his body go up and down while I was working my legs. Then I noticed that I was watching him — his bulging biceps, the ripples of his shoulders, his broad chest. His shirt was short, so I could see his abs, and then I looked a little lower and saw just how huge his cock was. Every time he went up and down, I was spreading and then clenching my legs together. I became self-conscious of what I was doing and looked up to see if he noticed me. Our eyes met for a moment and then. . .”
She climaxed again; this time much harder than before.
When she regained her composure, I asked, “And then what happened.”
“Daddy, it’s too embarrassing!”
“As I was spreading my legs, completely involuntarily and without warning I. . .” she trailed off.
“I came. I squirted. I felt myself drenching my yoga pants until they were dripping. And he saw it all! I immediately closed my legs together and pretended to take a sip from my water bottle and somehow made it look like I had spilled it on my lap. I ran out of there as fast as I could! Oh my God! I can never go back there again!!!”
As she told me this, I had slowed and almost stopped thrusting, I was so engrossed in her story. But then she rebuked me. “Don’t stop. Come on. Fuck me. Use me. Fill me up.”
“Lo,” I said apologetically, “I can’t even feel you, you’re so wet.”
“Forget it!” she commanded, angry at me.
She pulled away so I slid out of her. She reached under the bed, grabbed her horse-cock dildo and said, “You can watch, if you want, but I need something that’s going to really fill me up.”
She stuck it to the headboard of the bed and backed into it as I was on my knees in front of her, stroking my cock.
“Are you thinking of him?” I asked as she thrusted back into the cock vigorously with her eyes closed.
“Yes,” she said honestly.
“You think he’d fill you like that?”
“Yes,” she said.
I could see that I may have been distracting her from whatever fantasy was playing out in her mind, so I continued with my masturbatory movements in silence as I watched her tits hang down and rock back and forth, thinking about what that guy must have thought of her in the gym. Suddenly I came, shooting my pent-up love all over her face. It was a surprise to her because her eyes were still shut. When she realized what I had done, it sent her into a violent hysterical paroxysm, the likes of which I had not seen in a very long time.
Her arms spread forward and her body bowed down making a “Downward Dog” movement as her cunt clenched the long, thick cock behind her.
When she regained consciousness, she said, “Maybe I’m just not made for city life. Maybe I’m meant to keep in shape by working on the farm.”
[From the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]