Fight, Flight, Fuck
It was a fight of epic proportions and now it was time to fuck with the fire of all that passion.
She was naked on her knees, facing me on the bed like a game cat facing the hunter, hungry, ready to pounce, aware of the power of the gun in the hunter’s hands , but confident of her own powers.
I pulled out my cock. “Suck it,” I commanded. She needed no instructions. She was already making for it when I said it. She went at it, full throttle. I grabbed her hair with both hands and controlled her movements by pushing her at times — face pressed firmly up against me — and pulling back at other times. She was hungry and eager to please. She wanted me to fill the back of her throat, pumping her with all I had. But I didn’t. I pulled back from her lustful lips. She looked up at me, submissive, yet confused.
I turned her around. She was now on all fours on the bed facing out the open windows into the bright, sun filled space outside. I could see in the next apartment over, their windows were open too and the couple that lives over there was walking around their living room on this gorgeous Sunday afternoon. I figured Lo could see them too.
When I put the tip of my cock up against her perineum, I could feel how wet she was. I slowly glided it down her slit and she made a sudden jerking move, sliding backward, lunging with her puss for my dick. I slapped her ass hard and said, “Not so fast.”
That gave me an idea. I pulled back completely and removed my leather belt. I gave her repeated whacks — alternating between the left and right — on her ass. I began gently, but soon the cracks of the belt were loud and I could hear her make guttural noises with each snap.
I dropped the belt when I felt she was good and ready to be penetrated. In I slid and immediately she gushed all over me — dripping down her inner thighs — as I held the tip of my cock deep inside her. She whispered, “Daddy, I missed you.”
I started thrusting at her, slowly at first, reminding me of the way the electronic bull rides begin with a graceful, gliding motion. She eased her way back, pressing her ass up against me — devouring my dick for every last centimeter she could get.
I could see the shadowy figures in the building across from us. Could they see us?
“Were you bad?” I asked Lo.
“Yes, Daddy. Very.”
“What did you do?”
“I masturbated all weekend.”
“To anything. To everything.”
“I called some people.”
“Guys who follow us on the blog.”
“And what did you do?”
My gentle movements were accelerating to rough-and-tumble thrusts.
“I jilled it as they told me dirty stories.”
“What did they do?”
“They told me they were jacking off to me, to my pictures, to the sound of my voice.”
“I told you, you’re not allowed to do that without me here.”
“I know, Daddy. But I missed you. I wanted you. I needed you.”
“So you turned to other guys?”
“I wanted to be wanted. I felt like you didn’t want me anymore. I tried calling you. I tried so many times, but you didn’t answer.”
I could see now that the couple across from us was watching us. They probably could hear us too.
I was thrusting and pounding and sweating. I peeled off my t-shirt. Holding the sleeves of it with both hands, I pulled it taut, and threw it over Lo’s head till it was between her clenched teeth like a horse’s bit. I pulled back on it to pull her whole body down onto my protruding cock. I slammed her with my hips and she had nowhere to move because I held her in place by pulling back hard on the “reins.” She could no longer speak, but she groaned and moaned as she came.
After she finished, I let up on her bridle so she could breath. She collapsed to the bed and I remained on top of her. I kissed the back of her neck and tops of her shoulders. But after she regained her composure, I pulled the ends of the t-shirt tightly again — this time as it was draped around her throat. Using the shirt, I pulled Lo up to her knees again. She complied. I pulled back on the shirt and her head lifted up for maximum exposure of her vulnerable windpipe. I pulled back and then slackened, stifling her and then allowing her to catch her breath. It was a dangerous game of trust and she played along.
She couldn’t speak, but her cunt clutched my cock and bathed it as if anointing it with oil. With my right hand I grabbed both ends of the t-shirt and held them at the nape of her neck. With my left, I grabbed her hip and pulled her back into me. Now she was moaning and calling out, “Fuck! FUCK!” I pulled the ends of the t-shirt tighter with my right hand.
She came and came hard in that frozen moment of fear and forgiveness.
I let go of the t-shirt and pulled out of her. She fell to the bed, as if lifeless, but breathing rapidly.
After a while of recovery, she rolled over, spread her legs wide, and said, “Hold me, Daddy.” I slid into her and held her tightly. She cried and equal to her tears, her pussy continued to leak down the hard shaft of my cock.
Our reconciliation was interrupted by the doorbell.
“Who the hell could that be?” I asked as I jumped into my pants and threw on the stretched and distended t-shirt.
I opened the door and there was Kevin and Jen, the upstairs neighbors of our apartment building.
“H-h-hello,” I stammered.
Kevin, a twenty-something black man with an excellent physique, stood next to his petite, blonde girlfriend. Kevin tried to phrase his question first, “We heard, we were. . . ,” but he couldn’t find the right words.
Jen cut in, “We thought there might have been a fight. Did you hear all that noise? We were worried.”
“Noise?” I asked, playing dumb.
I took a step back and, in a silly effort to reassure them that all was well, I invited them in. Just as I looked toward the bedroom, there was Lo, down the hall, wearing only her panties and a transparent white sweater.
“Is everything ok?” she called from down the hall, looking, sounding, and smelling like sex incarnate.
“It’s Kevin and Jen from upstairs. They thought they heard a fight.”
“A fight?” Lo asked with a little laugh as she approached. “There’s been no fight. We were just watching TV. It must have been the movie we were watching.”
Lo walked down the hallway to me and put her arm around me, her nipples were still hard and very visible under her sheer top. “Hi, Jen,” she said first, then turning to Kevin, she said, “Hi Kevin,” seductively. She couldn’t turn it off.
“Hello,” he said awkwardly.
“Want to come in?” asked Lo. She was being naughty.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Kevin began, realizing just what they were interrupting now. “We’ll just go upstairs. Enjoy the movie.”
“Sure you don’t want anything?” asked Lo.
“We’re going to get going,” said Jen, leading her interested boyfriend out the door.
Once they were gone, Lola and I burst out laughing.
“Let’s go fuck again, Daddy,” said Lo, pulling me towards the bedroom.
“No, Lo,” I said.
She looked at me sadly.
“Not in the bedroom,” I continued. “In the living room this time.”
We got to the living room where the windows look out on the street and I pulled down my jeans and sat on the couch. Lo sat on my lap, letting herself down on my hard cock, her back to me, her front facing the open windows. Strangers passing by might see us, but at least we were out of eye shot and ear shot of the neighbors across from our bedroom window.
Using the remote, I turned on the TV as Lo bounced up and down on me. I pressed play on the movie Lo had queued up. It was porn, of course. She watched it while she fucked me, her right hand rubbing her clit.
“Daddy,” she said, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, little girl.”
[Excerpt from the story, “Sex Incarnate,” from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]