I Want to Hear a Story
I kept up my self-imposed abstinence — denying Lo her favorite toy — and I couldn’t tell if I was succeeding in wooing Lo back to me or accomplishing a self-fulfilling prophesy that Lo would fall for Hunter. Was my refusing to fuck Lo only fanning her fire for Hunter? She was sending me mixed messages. Yes, it’s true that one night, lying on our pillows — she naked, I in my pajamas for protection — she said to me, “It’s beddy time.”
“It’s sleepy time,” I responded, knowing full well what she wanted from “beddy time.”
“Just a little. Make out with me. That’s all.”
“Making out always leads to bad things.”
“No, it will lead to many, many good. . . things.”
“Sweety, you came like four times. . . just this afternoon!”
“Yeah? So what? I do that every day.”
“I came twice, half as much as you. . . in the past fortnight.”
“So?! We can improve those stats,” she said as she grabbed my cock under the sheets. “Oh, Daddy, it’s growing,” she whispered with astonishment.
“Of course it’s growing, you’re rubbing it.”
“Is it like a magic lantern?”
“Yeah, just like a magic lantern.”
“So, if I rub it, I’ll get my wish?”
“I thought rubbing it was your wish. So, there you go.”
“No, Daddy,” she pouted. “I want it.”
I looked over at her and it was as if I could see right through to her limbic system and watch as she conceived a scheme.
“I’ll tell you what,” she began, “I’m going to call Hunter and have a little chat with him. While I do. . . well, you’ll see.”
She called him and began talking to him, telling him what she was doing to herself and that she wanted to hear a story. As she did so, she turned on her tum and began fingering her ass. She looked over at me as she was saying, “Mmmmm, hmmmm” to Hunter, encouraging him to go on and telling him that she was getting wet. She mouthed to me, “Do you want it?” How could I say no? I put the tip of my cock between her legs and got it all wet on her pussy lips before gently, slowly, sliding it into her ass. Her right hand reached behind her, pressing on my torso to slow my entry down as she let out a little squeal on the phone. I think Hunter asked what was going on and she said she just came a little bit. She turned her head back towards me and mouthed, “Slow!” I went slowly. Gradually she eased back onto my cock, eventually taking the whole thing.
I was careful not to accelerate too quickly with my thrusts, but before long she was the one ramming her ass into my hips, thrusting backwards hard and rough, calling out into the phone in muddled cries and eventually, out of sheer embarrassment and habit, drowning her face in a pillow as she let out a primal scream.
Believe it or not, through all of this I managed to remain in control and not spill a drop — staying at least partly true to my self-imposed celibacy.
When I pulled out and Lo said her good-nights to Hunter, she turned to me and said angrily, “What are you doing?!”
“I’m done, sweetheart. That was purely for you.”
“What?! Oh no. You’re gonna cum.”
“Nope, not tonight I’m not.”
I lay on my back and Lo curled up in her spot under my arm and said, “Ok, Daddy-O, I’ll let you off this one time.” Clearly the anal orgasm had released a lot of pent-up sexual energy in her and she was surprisingly compliant with my wishes.
She fell asleep with her head on my chest. . . .
[Excerpt from the story, “Silver Fox, Mynx, and the Hunter — Part IV,” from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]