“Wow! You’re so sexy,” I said as I caressed her bare leg above her leather boots and below the hem of the short black skirt just before dropping her off in front of her office building.
“I asked you at home if you thought I was dressed too sexy for work!”
“Oh, I thought you were asking if you were dressed sexy enough for work.”
“Well, am I dressed too sexy for work?”
“Not if your work is being a street walker.”
“Grrrrr,” she said, clenching her teeth together in frustration. “So, you’re saying I look like a porn star? Thanks.” She couldn’t be more sarcastic.
“What? That’s high praise coming from me.”
“I have a reputation to keep up, you know,” she said, still not opening the door to get out.
“And you’re doing a good job of keeping it up.”
“I have to make presentations in front of scores of people today.”
“Well, you’ll be keeping them up too. Hard up.”
“Are you hard up?” she asked, reaching over to feel my crotch over my suit pants.
“You know it.”
“Well, I guess being called a whore is high praise coming from you.”
“The highest form of praise is coming in you.”
“Save it for later, ole man.”
“What if I go to the office, shut my door, and jack it to your pics?”
“I’d like that,” she said as she leaned over to kiss me goodbye, her palm still on my hard cock. She gave it a little squeeze as our lips parted and then she hopped out of the car. My eyes followed her sexy, shapely curves as she walked away into her building.
I went to the office, shut my door, turned on the computer, and did a Google search for all of her images on the net. Instead of cumming, I edged to her. I thought she’d appreciate it more when she got home from work.
Later that day, when she returned home, I said, “You look pretty today.”
“Yeah, pretty slutty.”
“Oh Daddy! You say the sweetest things!”
I bent her over the couch, lifted up the short skirt, pulled down her thong around her boots and slid right in.
“Did you jack it to my pics today, like you said you would?” she asked over her shoulder. The windows were open and we had a great view of the street. Anyone on the street had a great view of us too.
“Did you cum?”
“I was saving it for you.”
“Good,” she said. “I wanted you all day.”
“Me too,” I said.
I pulled out and guided her to the floor where she lay with her legs spread. I unbuttoned her blouse and removed it from her. I slid off her skirt and panties. She was still wearing her black leather boots. I slid into her, slowly at first. My hands were all over her body. I pulled her legs up and rested them on my shoulders while I held her ass and pounded her pussy.
She started yelling, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” but I came before she did. She watched as I ejaculated on her tummy and she said, “That’s pretty.” She then asked, “Can I lie on you?” She held me and said, “Why’d you cum, Daddy?”
I told her that the sound of her voice and the contractions of her puss and the thought of her cumming made it happen. She began to fall asleep. I got up. “You always do this! I hate you. You take what you want and you leave!”
“I didn’t take what I wanted, I gave you what you asked for.”
“I didn’t even cum,” she complained.
“I thought you were going to.”
“But I didn’t.”
“It’s the thought that counts.”
She threw a pillow at me and then got up from the floor and walked naked down the hall to the bedroom, still in her boots. From down the hall, I heard the quiet hum of her Hitachi before I heard the loud hum of her cumming.
[From the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]