“No, nein, nada, zilch, nothing for you!!!”
“The more you deny me — in any language — the more I want you,” she said, pawing at me.
The morning sun was streaming in through the living room windows, and, with the blinds wide open, she suddenly contorted into a stripper move, on her back, her legs twined around each other up in the air, her ass exposed to me, her little string popping out and her fingers teasing up and down the crease of her pussy lips and ass.
“You know you want it, Daddio,” she said, peeking at me from behind her sexy hips.
“Lo,” I said, not only at a loss for words, but for languages. How many more ways could I say no?
“Come on, please, fuck me now.”
“No, I’ll fuck you later, but not now.”
“Well, then fuck you now!” she said, putting her legs down and storming off to the bedroom.
After a few minutes, I followed her in there. As I suspected, she was on the bed, ass in the air, right hand underneath her mons pubis between her legs, left hand holding her phone, watching a video of a man furiously fucking a woman.
“Go away,” she said to me, not removing her eyes from her phone.
“OK,” I said.
“No,” she said immediately, now looking at me, “don’t! Don’t you want to see what I’m watching?”
“I know what you’re watching.”
“You can watch too.”
I knew exactly where this was headed, and I decided to just give in and play along. I got next to her in bed and watched the porno as she masturbated next to me. The whole time she interrogated me: Do you like that? Do you like her tits? Doesn’t he have an incredibly long dick? Look at that!
She shut off the movie and turned to me, rubbing my crotch.
“There’s so much other stuff we could do besides fucking,” she said. “You could oil me up and fuck my tits. I could turn on some porn and masturbate to it while you masturbate over me and cum on my face. We could kiss for hours and hours and I could play with my clit and cum again and again. Use your imagination. Sex might be my mission, but that doesn’t mean it has to always be missionary position.”
“Fine,” I said.
“What?! Really?! What do you want to do?” she asked like a puppy with a Frisbee in its mouth.
Before I even had a chance to answer, she was all over me, kissing me, jumping on me, grabbing me.
We were on top of the covers and I said, “Lo, get in bed.”
“I am in bed. Get in me!”
“Lo, take it easy!”
“Take it easy? I am easy. I’m the easiest girl you know!” She got on her back and spread her legs and said, “I’m ready for you, Daddy!” So much for the alternatives to missionary position.
I pulled off my t-shirt and pulled down my pajama bottoms and pointed my hard, throbbing tip between her legs. She reached down with both hands and with one she grabbed the little string dangling there and held it between her thumb and index finger. With the other she spread herself wide. I could feel how wet she was already from masturbating and I slid right in, despite the “pon” (as Lo calls it) that was in her.
My torso lay upon hers and after some kissing, she whispered to me. “You like that feeling, don’t you, Daddy? You like it when I’m filled — as if you were sharing me.”
“I think, Lo, that you’re the one who likes it and wants to be shared.”
“I do, I do. Share me, Daddy. I want to be filled in every hole. I want to be stuffed. I want to have two dicks in my puss and one in my ass, one in my mouth and one in each hand. I want to be your slut. I want to be your whore. I want every guy to cum in me, on me — to fill me and cover me.”
The more she spoke, the more rapidly and violently I thrust. At some point, she lost her grip on the little string and it didn’t matter to her. She put her legs in the air and called out, “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Daddy, fuck me harder! Fill me up. Cum in me. Fill me. Make me your cream pie!”
I gave her exactly what she wanted — perfectly timing my orgasm with hers.
When we were done and I pulled out of her, she caught her breath and she got up.
“Where are you going?” I asked, surprised because she never gets out of bed after sex.
“Never-you-mind,” she said, slamming the door to the bathroom.
About ten minutes later I heard her cumming again and five minutes after that she returned to the bed.
“Next time,” she said, “remind me to tie a yard of string to that pon so that I don’t have go fishing for it.”
“Is that what you were doing?”
“Oh, I thought you jilled it again.”
“Well, I might have. . . accidentally.”
“Only to you, Lo, only to you.”
[Excerpt from the story, “Sometimes Accidents Happen,” from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]