“After work,” said Lo, “I went to my apartment. Sylvia was there, as usual, on the couch in her sweats and a cutoff football jersey exposing her midriff.”
“Did you know she’d be there?” I interrupted the next morning when she was retelling this part to me.
“Yeah. I knew that Tuesday was her day off.”
“So you were hoping she’d be home. . . alone?” I asked, insinuatingly.
“You could say that. Anyhow, do you want to hear my story or not?” she said, dismissive of my green-eyed monster rearing its ugly head.
“Yeah, I want to hear it,” I said, rolling over on my back and staring into the blackness.
“Sylvia was really excited when I opened the door. She looked up at me like a loyal puppy awaiting her master.”
“I bet you liked that,” I said.
“Shhhh,” she said with a smile. “So I sat next to her and she started telling me all about how she had been trying to ‘explore’ more.”
“So, just what has your little protégé been up to?”
“Well, it appears she was appalled at first by the porn we watched. But she couldn’t stop thinking about it. So she surfed the net and tried out a number of sites to see what suited her tastes. She said she found a number of videos that she liked watching and she even played with herself while viewing, but she couldn’t cum. That’s why she was so excited to have me there. She immediately asked me, ‘Do you want to see what I’ve been watching?’”
“And you did, of course,” I interjected.
“Hmmmmm,” she said, as I saw her right hand slip under the covers in the faint light filtering in through the apartment windows. “She plugged her computer into the wide screen TV and went to a few ‘favorites’ of hers. They were pretty standard: homemade hetero stuff, not good lighting, but intense fucking. But then she put on another channel and I was really surprised by it. It was of guy-on-guy porn and she seemed all flustered. I couldn’t tell if it was that she was so turned on by the images or nervous to show them to me and reveal her freak-flag, finally, but I just let her know that the guys in the videos were really hot and that it’s ok to watch that sort of thing.”
“But I thought. . .”
“Shhhhh,” she said, anticipating my question. “I told her that I’m not really turned on by dudes doing each other, but that I can appreciate the large size of their cocks. But if she likes it, she should just go with it.”
“And no sooner had I said that than she had removed her pants and was rubbing her clit under her panties.”
“Yeah, just like that. I’m beginning to think that she thinks this is going to be a regular thing.”
“What did you do?”
“Well, I was very uncomfortable for a bit and I just sat there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.”
“And then she asked me, ‘Aren’t you going to join me?’ like I was showing bad manners or something. So, in the spirit of making her feel more comfortable, I pulled down my panties and lifted up my skirt and sat next to her diddling myself.”
“Right, for her sake.”
“It’s true! I started to touch myself and, like magic, in a few seconds she was cumming and cumming hard! She started convulsing and her legs got all screwed up tight. She was screaming at the top of her lungs and then she just lay there for about half a minute. I went over to her and stroked her arm a bit. She looked up at me and smiled, sheepishly. ‘That’s the first time that ever happened!’ she said. ‘You mean the first time you were ever able to make yourself cum?’ I asked. ‘Yeah,’ she said.”
“What do you think of that?”
“I think. . . I mean, I’m afraid it was just because I was there with her and I told her as much. She agreed with me and said she was dying for me to come home to watch porn with her.”
“Another satisfied customer.”
“Stop making fun! This is serious. I’m certain she needs me to cum and since she’s not getting any from Clyde, I’m like her new fix.”
“Ah, the burdens of a sex goddess.”
Swoop! She threw a pillow at my face!
“Ok. Ok. So what happened next?”
“Well, we were sitting on the couch and she said, ‘Lo, aren’t you going to cum?’ I said, ‘Not to this.’ She said, ‘Well, put on whatever you like. What do you like?’ So I told her what I’m into: girl-on-girl, gang bang, anal, and old/young. She was curious about the last one and so I told her a little more — that I like to watch videos of older guys, sometimes much older, doing chicks in their twenties. I even admitted to her that I like it when they pretend to be daddy and daughter.”
“You did not.”
“Yes, I did.”
“What did she say?”
“Well, you know that she’s dating a guy, like yourself, much older — I mean, not as old as you.” She likes to make fun of my seniority. “A guy who’s also a dad.”
“Oh yeah, that’s true. Don’t tell me she has daddy issues too!”
“Judge for yourself. I flicked through some websites and found one that I like of really old men — gray hair and in their sixties or so — fucking young-little-things. She and I sat next to each other fingering ourselves and. . .”
“And she came again.”
“Don’t interrupt. No, first I came. (And squirted all over the couch and floor! Yikes!) And then she came too! But I don’t know if she was cumming to my cumming or to the porn or both. I guess it doesn’t matter. But then she asked me to eat her out again.”
“Again?! When did you eat her out?”
“Not that night, silly.”
“What did you do? You ate her out, didn’t you?”
“Maybe,” she said coyly.
“No, actually I didn’t. I had a talk with her and told her that she needs to do all these things with Clyde. I told her that I was just trying to help, but that if she keeps this up she’ll be a full-fledged lesbian and that she could kiss her relationship with Clyde good-bye.”
“Really? You told her that?”
“Yep. But she just laughed like I was making a joke. I did say it in a light-hearted way, but I was serious, you know.”
“Did you tell her so?”
“No, she asked me to watch some TV with her.”
“Well, we sort of cuddled together on the couch and watched some TV.”
“OK,” I said loudly, “That’s IT! I don’t think I can approve of this any longer.”
“What?” she said, innocently.
“No, I’m serious. Sex is one thing, but cuddling to watch TV is something else.”
“Good,” she said, taking me by surprise.”
“What did you say?”
“Good. Now punish me.”
“No, I’m going to sleep,” I said, as I turned over on my side and hugged my pillow.
“Oh, Daddy,” she said, caressing my arm.
I gave her the silent treatment.
“Please Daddy, punish me. I am so bad.”
In the silence I could hear her touching herself and I felt the slight rocking of the bed as she did so.
“I’m so wet Daddy. Couldn’t you teach me a lesson? Please.”
“Fine,” I said, and I took out the little black sash to spank her. She was lying on her stomach and I gently whipped her ass cheeks — first the left and then the right. She raised her ass in the air for me to punish her more severely. I did so. I then gave her a lashing from underneath, being sure to get her pussy. She rolled over on her back and spread her legs. I whipped her inner thigh — first the left and then the right. Then I lashed her right down the middle. She convulsed involuntarily as the leather smacked her tender and sensitive pussy lips.
“Again,” she said.
I punished her until she begged for mercy, saying the safe word to get me to stop. But then I really punished her — not physically, well, yes, physically and psychologically.
“Fuck me!” she said as she fingered her now bright red pussy.
I arched over her and she could feel my hard cock bulging under my pajama bottoms. I let it briefly rub up against her. I felt her hips lift, crying out to be penetrated by my rod. I kept my cock away from her hungry pussy. I kissed her, open mouthed. Her fingers were now working furiously on her clit, stroking her pussy up and down and occasionally protruding into her wet cunt. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” she kept repeating as I arched over her naked body until she actually came.
I relented and I gave her what she wanted — a good penile punishment that left her sore and aching for more.
[Excerpt from the story, “Rubbing Off,” from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]