“God, I hate sleeping with you,” she complained.
“Why’s that? I was hugging you all night.”
“Yes, cuddling you tightly.”
“With your arm doing this — the windshield wiper?” She demonstrated on herself, rubbing her arm back and forth from under her chin down to her puss.
“I didn’t do that.”
“That’s all you did.”
“Well, not every man gets to have a sexy little vixen in his bed naked next to him.”
“Damn straight, and don’t you forget it neither! Now do me.”
“That’s right. You were fondling me and squeezing me, caressing me and fingering me all night, so is it any wonder that I’m all wet and waiting? Get in between my legs and fuck me. You owe me for yesterday.”
“For yesterday? I didn’t do anything yesterday.”
“Precisely. You owe me for not doing anything. Now do something and do it good and make me cum like a bitch in heat.”
I got between her legs and held her succulent, sweet flesh close to mine as I slid my hands down her back to her buttocks. I grabbed her and pushed her hips up into mine and she came within seconds.
“Now roll me over.”
“Roll me over and do me like a dog.”
She was demanding this morning. I obeyed her command.
She got on all fours and I mounted her.
“Pound me, Daddy! Fill me up! Fill me with that fat cock!” She was screaming dirty things again and again. I gave her everything I had, violently thrusting forward. Her head began hitting the headboard. It didn’t matter to her. I tossed her a pillow. All she cared about was her puss. Collateral damage didn’t faze her. Before too long she yelled out, “I’m cumming. It feels like I’m peeing! I’m dripping down my legs. Oh God, yes.”
She collapsed into the bed. I disengaged and rolled her over.
“Are you ok?” I asked.
“Oh yeah,” she said with a deep sigh. “Why?”
“Your head. It was pounding into the headboard.”
“Meh,” she said dismissively.
Lo and I were just lying in bed for a bit, daydreaming. Out of the blue she said, “I almost forgot to tell you, I got a text from Zach.”
“Yeah, and also an e-mail from Erin.”
“Zach said he’s very sorry about last Saturday, but that he’s not sure he could go through with fucking me — or anyone — without Erin here.”
“And Erin said that she’s sorry it didn’t happen too cause she really wanted him to have me.”
“Such complicated feelings. How do you feel about it?”
“I was really looking forward to it. The thought of being a substitute really gets me off.”
“I know, dear.”
“I also was looking forward to going out there to visit him at his school.”
“Well, it might be just a naughty fantasy of mine. . .”
“But you know that I love the idea of classic bukkake.”
“And, it would be so hot to have his buddies all lined up in one little dorm room while I performed for them. Have them sit there, subordinate to me, until I gave them permission to jack it on my naked body.”
Her fingers were caressing her well-used puss.
“Lo, you have this fantasy with every guy you get involved with; first with Bill and his cousin and their friends, then with Hunter and his buddies, now with Zach.”
“So? It gets me off.”
She reached down between my legs and found what she was looking for.
“It gets you off too, you hypocrite.”
“I’d love to see it,” I said as I rolled her over and slid up and in her one more time.
She was gushing and she came a third time.
“Lo,” I said when we were done, “don’t you have therapy at ten?”
“Oh shit!” she yelled. It was five of. She jumped out of bed and slid on her jeans — commando style — and threw on a top and ran out the door with a “Love you!” tossed behind her.
[Excerpt from the story, “Classic Lo,” from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]