Lo gets it from behind by her sister Robie
Just to let you know, all the stories about Lo and Robie can be accessed for free on Substack.
https://345283.substack.com/p/libertine-lesbian-sisters
Lo and Robie in the shower.
Lo and Robie – an intimate moment
[Continued from Summertime: Dogs, Wieners, and Buns]
Knotty
“You left her there, like that, on the couch, mounted by her pup?”
“Yes,” said Lo, followed by, “Now have me, Daddy.”
“But wait,” I replied. She walked away down the hallway to the bedroom. By the time I got there, she was naked on the bed, lying on her tum, her bare feet dangling in the air above her, her legs spread wide.
“Daddy, come, play with my pussy,” she said.
I pulled off my clothes hastily and got on top of her. To my surprise, she was engrossed in some photos on her phone.
“What are you looking at?” I inquired as I slowly inserted my cock between her dripping wet pussy lips and slid it in right down to the shaft.
She moaned and said, “Is that your idea of foreplay? I said play with my pussy, not impale it.”
I pulled out.
“I didn’t say stop,” she grunted.
I slid in again.
“I thought your idea of foreplay,” said I, “was mounting my hard cock as I slept.”
“That’s only one idea. There are a lot of others.”
“What are you looking at?” I asked again, more demanding now since her hands were deliberately covering the screen of her phone.
“Nothing,” she said.
She was lying. I knew that. I thought, “OK, let her have her little secrets. I’ll find out later.”
“Why did you leave Scarlett?” I asked, trying to pump her for information.
“No talk. Fuck,” she instructed.
I gave up on my curiosity and simply explored her deepest recesses with my prick rather than with my pointed words.
“My ass!” she said, reaching both hands behind her and grabbing her ass cheeks to spread them and give me a clear target. “I want you to fuck my ass and then my puss and then my ass again – like a dog whose heat-seeking sensor keeps getting confused.”
It was an odd juxtaposition of simile and metaphor, but I was not going to nitpick at that moment. It was clear that her experience with Scarlett had left a lasting impression.
I gave her what she had requested, back-then-front and back again. In-out-in-out. Cunt-rump, cunt-rump, repeat. She was gushing.
The entire time she was looking down at her screen.
“Now,” she commanded, “ram it home up my ass. NOW!”
No time to think. Deep spelunking down her dark cavern.
“FUUUUUUCK!” was the response. This was the key to unlock the water works as her pussy gushed forth all at once in a deluge resembling the explosion of a water balloon.
Everything was drenched – me, the bed, her legs.
She finally rolled over on her back and, her breasts heaving with her deep breaths, she managed to smile a grin of relief and whisper between inhaling, “Thank you, Daddy.”
I crawled up next to her and, after she regained her equilibrium, she squirmed on the soaking wet bed and took my cock in her mouth. I was still hard. I had not cum. The pressure of performing outweighed the pleasure of putting it in her ass.
She began to lick and to insert my cock deep to the back of her throat as the fingers of her right hand tickled and cupped my testicles.
I took advantage of her preoccupation with insuring that I gain as much pleasure as she to grab her phone and discover what had her so enchanted while I fucked her.
The photos surprised me. She had found a cache of Irena Ionesco’s photographs of her daughter Eva. Apparently, the mother-daughter dynamic had appealed to her prurient imagination.
Eva
Eva
Eva
Eva and friend
Eva
Eva
Lola imitating Eva Ionesco’s photo
I wasn’t ready for my exquisite torture to be over just yet.
Reaching down and grabbing Lo’s thick mane – a move she usually loves because I’m usually holding her on my cock in the position that affords the most pleasure to me – I gently pulled her off of the bone she was so eager to fondle with her face.
“Lo, come here,” I whispered.
She looked up at me, disappointed. She is not satisfied until and unless her fornication friend is satisfied.
“Is everything ok?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. “I just want to talk with you. I want to hear your story.”
“I told you already.”
“No, I want to know more.”
She slid up from my crotch to lie on the pillow facing me as I was lying on my pillow.
“Like what?” she asked.
“Why did you leave Scarlett?”
“She was completely incapacitated. Reilly had mounted her and was riding her good. He had already cum – into the pillow – and he was going to take a while.”
“So? She could have licked your pussy while the dog had his way with her from behind. You could have been next in line, if Reilly was riled up enough. You’ve been aching for that again. Anything could have happened.”
“Is that what you want? Did I let you down, Daddy?”
“It’s not about me,” I said, a bit sorry that she was taking my comments that way. “I’m just surprised. You clearly like this woman. You’re attracted to her. And – to have a four-legged friend trained in the art of pleasing its mistress. . .”
I didn’t have to continue because we both knew what sorts of erotic fantasies she dreams up while masturbating; dreams and fantasies of past experiences reconfigured into imaginings of future fun.
“You don’t understand, Daddy. She looked so, well, the only word I can think of is incapacitated. She was impaled on his prick and he was like the puppet master, pulling her strings with it. She seemed so, so. . .” Lo struggled to find the right word, “pathetic.”
“Pathetic?”
“Yes. I mean, there she was, Collin’s right-hand woman, as she called herself. Older, sophisticated, sexy, all put-together, and that British accent! You have no idea what that does to me! She looks down at me with that haughty, superior look.”
“I’m sure that’s just in your mind,” I said, doubtful that Scarlett, whom I had yet to meet, was looking down at Lo. Looking at her as a piece of meat to be devoured, maybe, but not looking down at her.
“Maybe, but it doesn’t matter,” said Lo, “that’s how I felt around her. But when she was being fucked by her furry friend, when she was desperate to have me, when she was completely and utterly debased and degraded like that on the couch, her big breasts hanging down, rocking forward-and-back under the thin, transparent fabric of her blouse, and she was unable to do a thing about it – that’s when I knew I had to go.”
“But why?”
“Because it gave me the upper hand for once. If I had stayed and let her lap up my labia, let Reilly ram his red rocket down my ravenous vagina like he was doing to her, and be made his bitch as completely and helplessly as she was, well then, I’d have even less self-respect next time I see her than I did the first time.”
“But you wanted her?”
“When she was washing my legs in the bathtub,” she said, her eyes glazed over as the scene played out before her mind’s eye, “and she hopped in, completely clothed, and got between my legs to wash my inner thighs, I was nearly certain she was going to ask me to piss all over her – her beautiful hair, her beautiful face, her red red lips, on her flimsy, sexy blouse and tits.”
“You really think she was going to ask that or. . .”
“Maybe I was hoping she’d ask for that.”
“Because, again, you’d have the upper hand. You’d be demeaning her, humiliating her by pissing on her.”
“Yeah, probably. What could be more humiliating?”
“You like it,” I reminded her, though she needed no reminding, I’m sure.
“Yeah, because I’m a masochist.”
“Well, maybe she is too.”
“No doubt,” she said, “but, if she goes about all haughty and holier than thou professionally – like she’s the sadist, at least towards me – then I’m not about to let her soon forget who is in charge in the bedroom.”
“A little sadistic streak in you too, then.”
“Yes.”
“Well, I guess you have met your match.”
“Daddy,” she said, “you’re my match.”
“You’re too young to remember, but a standard matchbox would come with twenty or fifty matches.”
“That’s a lot of fire.”
“Looks like she lit a flame between your legs.”
“Fuck me again, Daddy. Like a doggy. In my ass,” she said. “And give me my phone back, you sneak!”
XXX-mas Party with an image of Lola and friend above the mantle.
Lola’s two favorite toys
Lo was on the bed next to me, her Hitachi in one hand vibrating her clit and her horse-cock dildo in the other, filling her hungry hole. I was sitting up reading the day’s news, waiting for her third orgasm. With her, they always come in threes. That morning, the first was with me. It was one of those wonderful, Saturday morning, simultaneous climax situations where her moaning and saying, “Daddy, I’m cumming,” produced just the opposite of what she wanted. She wanted to make me harder, to penetrate her deeper, and desire her desperately. Instead, as often happens, the seductive sound of her voice coaxed my one and only orgasm right out of me and into her. Luckily, the feel of my essence spouting out of me and pouring into her was enough to cause her first peak to be somewhat satisfying, if only as an appetizer.
She then continued to orgasm number two by pulling out her phone and scrolling through the many photos she had received recently of men in panties. The ones she likes the most are the married men who surreptitiously steal their wives’ panties, put them on, and play with themselves to her photos until they ejaculate in the red, black, or white lace panties and then put them back in their wives’ drawer for them to discover later – maybe when they’re late for work and hurriedly slip into the first panties they grab, unknowingly putting on the sperm encrusted underwear.
That orgasm was even better than the first, which was not a very complimentary commentary for me.
Then it was onto the Big O. In the trifecta of orgasms, this third is the one that wins. The second (performed by her fingers alone) places. And the first (the one with me) only shows. You can see, her number system is just the opposite of a horse race. Speaking of horses, that was exactly what she went for that morning – her Exotic-Erotics Remus Horse Cock Dildo. That, in combination with her Hitachi Magic Wand, is the gold standard of her orgasms, only outdone by having something – a princess plug, her finger, my cock, someone else’s cock – in her ass. That orgasm would be platinum and, that plus simultaneously sucking on tits, pussy, clit, or cock would be the diamond award. But that is the rarest of rare.
Apologies for the digression into Lo’s ranking system.
Back to our story. Once she had successfully mounted her highest peak that morning, ejaculating all over the covers, she rested in her puddle of pure delight.
Once I could tell she had regained her cognitive functioning again, I said to her, “Did you see what Kim Kardashian’s brand of fashion came out with this week?”
“Skims?”
“Yeah, Skims.”
“No. What?”
“They released a new line of thongs called pubic hair panties.”
“What the hell is that?”
Kim Kardashian Skims Pubic Hair Panties Ultimate Bush
“I think the name aptly describes it. Basically, a reinvention of the merkin. They call it ‘Ultimate Bush.’”
“Let me see!” she said.
I showed her the images from my phone. She took my phone out of my hand and began masturbating again, pulling on her thick bush.
“I say, skip the panties, keep the pubic hair.”
“Are you really going to go for a fourth orgasm?” I asked in disbelief.
“You know what they say, ‘Go fourth and prosper.’ You want me to prosper, don’t you?”
Why not camel toe panties?
She dropped my phone and had her eyes closed as she fondled herself. After yet one more orgasm – not nearly as violent as her third – she opened her eyes and hugged me.
“What were you thinking about?”
“When?”
“The thought that brought you to climax, what was it?”
“Oh, I was just thinking if Skims expanded their Ultimate Bush panties to a bikini line. I was picturing all the women and girls wearing them on the beach. That really got my juices flowing.”
Only use real human hair or faux fur.
Mysterious Scarlett
“Yes, please show Ms. Down in,” Lola heard the voice say over the intercom to the secretary at the front desk.
Lo had her binders full of women resting in her lap atop her short black skirt. She held the binders firmly, with both hands. Her feet were bouncing rapidly and nervously in her cute, shiny, teal, round-tow, kitten-heel, pumps. She looked up anxiously at the sound of Collin’s voice over the intercom.
“You may go in now,” said the receptionist to Lo, only glancing at her briefly.
Lo entered the room, but instead of seeing Collin behind the large, wooden desk, she saw a beautiful brunette woman with bold, red lipstick, brown eyes, and stylish glasses looking down at some papers on her desk.
“Where’s Collin?” asked Lo, taken aback and with impudence, as if she had a right to her expectations.
The woman didn’t even look up at Lo. “Busy.”
“But I heard his voice. He told the receptionist to. . .”
“He’s working remotely,” said the woman, again, without looking up from her work.
“But, he’s supposed to. . .”
“I’ll be reviewing the layouts.”
“Who are you?”
Now the woman looked up at Lola. Despite the woman’s attractiveness and thick mane of hair that Lo wanted to grab and hold onto as she pushed the woman’s voluptuous lips – her most striking feature – down between her legs, the stranger’s tone was cold, monotone, almost robotic.
“I’m the project manager. The editor. Collin’s right-hand man.” She spoke and looked like Elizabeth Hurley playing Vanessa Kensington from the Austin Powers movie, which was just fine by Lola, because Lo had a long-standing crush on Elizabeth Hurley and the British accent made her twitterpated.
“You don’t look like a man,” said Lo, trying to get on the woman’s good side – if she had one, that is.
“I could fuck you five ways to Sunday,” said the editor. Then those luscious lips broke into a smile and Lo could see the woman’s beautiful, bright white teeth behind them. “And I would enjoy it too, I bet.”
The woman stood up, walked around the large desk, and extended her hand. “I’m Scarlet.”
Lo couldn’t help but think how perfectly her name matched her looks.
“And I’m blushing,” said Lo.
“You’re everything Collin said you’d be.”
“Oh yeah? What did he say I’d be?”
“Irresistible.”
“Did he? That naughty rogue.”
“So, what’s that you have there?” asked Scarlet.
“My binders full of women.”
“I’d like to have a binder full of Lola,” she replied.
“That can be arranged,” replied Lo, and adding after a pause, “but I’m sure he’s shown you all of my angles already.”
“No, actually,” said the woman, politely, but slowly fingering Lo’s blouse seductively. “He wanted me to use my imagination. But he did tell me all about you.”
“Such tales require little imagination.”
“Well, now that I see you, I can tell you that the imaginings will be more vivid and erotic.”
Lo blushed again. She felt at a disadvantage since she knew nothing about this bombshell before her. “Collin can be obsequious.”
“Obsequious?! He didn’t do you justice.”
“No?”
“Well, to be fair, now that I have met you in person, it seems to me all words fall short of conveying your beauty.”
“You are kind.”
“No. I am objectively correct. I have multiple degrees in the subject.”
“They offer upper-level classes on Lola Down?”
“If only,” said Scarlet, “my degrees are in art, aesthetics, design, and marketing.”
“That’s a lot of degrees for so young a woman.” Now Lola was being obsequious. Scarlet was clearly in her thirties, if not early forties.
“Keep up the flattery like that and I will have to put you over my knee to teach you not to fib.”
“You could put me over your knee anytime for any reason.”
“I may take you up on that, but only if you displease me.”
“I don’t have a degree in it, but the giving and receiving pleasure was my field of study in college.”
“I could be your master’s thesis advisor then.”
“I’m willing to learn from anyone who can teach me a new trick.”
“Let’s see your homework and then we’ll get to the extracurriculars.”
Lo placed the multiple thick binders on the desk before the brunette.
“They are divided into sections, as I imagine the masturbatorium museum will be.”
Scarlet looked at the index:
Porn Stars
MILFs
Preggo
Lactating
Breastfeeding
BBW
SSBBW
Golden Girls
Girls Next Door
Moms and Daughters
Nudists
BDSM
Boy-toys
Trans
Tiny Tits
Tiny Cocks
Creatures of Enormous Size
Bestiality
Misc.
“I see you’ve been photo farming.”
“What?”
“You know, photo farming – collecting photos of women and men you find alluring.”
“Oh, I just call it ‘putting it in the fap hat.’ You know, like the ‘spank bank’ ‘snack pack,’ or ‘bean machine,’ ‘perv reserve,’ and ‘jill thrills’ if you wish to be particular about it.”
“It’s a photo farm,” said Scarlet definitively. “And that’s ok. We all have them.”
Scarlet turned the pages slowly, viewing each page with an expert eye.
She then flipped through the hundreds of other pages.
“There’s a lot here,” he said, pensively, as she was cursorily reviewing Lo’s work. “I think I’ll need to bring this work home with me. In the meantime, why don’t you utilize your platform to see what your readers would like?”
“Like, post all of these photos?”
Scarlet managed to tear her attention away from the binders in order to look up at Lo.
“Not all,” she said, “That would be ridiculous! We’re trying to whittle this enormous collection down to a manageable size. Post a sample of each category and see what people say they’d like to see more of. After I’ve had a chance to look through this myself, I’ll call you.”
Lo reluctantly left her binders full of women on Scarlett’s desk and stood up, a bit perplexed.
“Will that be all?” she asked as if she were some sort of subordinate to this superior.
“One more thing,” said Scarlett.
“Yes?”
“What’s your favorite?”
Lola didn’t need to give the question any thought. She simply said, “That would be cheating. But maybe, if you ever do fuck me five ways to Sunday, you just might find out.”
Scarlett smiled mischievously and then pressed on her intercom button. “I’ll need a few minutes before my next appointment,” she said as she opened her desk drawer and pulled out a huge dildo and placed it on the desk for Lo to see. “That will be all, Ms. Down,” she pronounced clearly and coldly.
Lo’s heart had skipped a beat because, for a moment, she thought Scarlett would be using the foreboding phallus on her, but then she realized what was happening and turned to exit. She did an about-face so fast on her feet that her short little skirt flew up for just a second, revealing her ass to Scarlett’s probing eyes. Then she was gone.
[Dear Reader, please use the comments to vote for your favorites or to suggest others.]
Stoya
Stoya
Pornstar Sasha Grey
Sasha and Stoya
Sasha
Sasha
Pornstar Daizha Morgann
Daizha Morgann
Pornstar Lola Vargas Martin
Porn Star Gili Sky
MILF Samantha Massie
MILF Samantha Massie
MILF Samantha Massie enjoying Match, Cinder & Spark
Sam and Son
Sam and Daughter
Quintessential MILF Sam
Preggo
Three Pregnant Muses
Crossover – Preggo Porn Star Grey Desire
Lactating
Breastfeeding
Breastfeeding
Breastfeeding Lisa Shapira
Breastfeeding
BBW – Chunky Vixen
Chunky Vixen
BBW – Lisalou and Aurora Fits
Lisalou and Aurora
SSBBW Rosiee
SSBBW – Lady Brads
SSBBW – Lady Brads
BBW Party
Golden Girl – Beautifully Broken
Beautifully Broken
Beautifully Broken selling her panties. Send her an email and tell her Lola sent you.
Golden Girl – Queen Bev getting off to Lola
Golden Girl – Queen Bev from behind
Golden Girl – Queen Bev showing off the large pussy
Golden Girl – Queen Bev gets off on her FUPA
Golden Girl – Queen Bev loves to read naked
Golden Girl – Queen Bev an boyfriend
Vote for your favorite category/slut in the comments. Feel free to suggest a category or slut we missed. Also, don’t forget Lola Down:
Lola in the tub
More to (make you) cum.
Cute Candi Annie
We’re starting a new category for this blog – “The Golden Girls” – that will feature sexy mature women (and their men). This week we’re going to begin with a woman who has been in the lifestyle before it was called that. Candi Annie was introduced to poly relationships real early and she hasn’t let up. She’s in her sixties now and still going strong. If you like what you read and see, leave her a sweet comment.
Here’s the interview:
LOLA – Tell us about yourself. Where’d you grow up? Where’d you go to school? What did you do for most of your life? And how did you get into taking sexy photos and making sexy films?
Candi Annie in red
C.A. – I grew up in a small town in upstate New York and went to college in Boston- to a long gone, all girls college- Bay State Junior College. Getting away from all the limitations of a small town was an eye opener for me especially when it came to sex. I wanted to do it all and let all inhibitions go away. I tried everything I could think of sexually. A married couple that I actually “dated” at the time opened me up to not only the lifestyle having sex with other women which was great and sex on-camera. They actually arranged my first venture into hardcore porn for my eighteenth birthday where they bought me a ticket to LA to be in a “professional” porn shoot. It was so exciting and fun! My life took a turn after college and I had one bad relationship after another and my sexuality was put on the back burner for a number of reasons.
Unfortunately, the “professional porn shoot” pics are lost, but Candi Annie has tried to make up for it in later life.
Candi Annie with AARP volunteers.
Candi Annie getting off
LOLA – Where did you meet your husband and how did you two grow into the lifestyle you lead now?
C.A. – I met Al on the island of St. Croix where he was living and I was getting away from a cold New York winter and another bad relationship. We hit it off immediately! We talked for hours just walking around under the warm tropical night it was so amazing to find someone that I could tell everything to and he did not judge me. That openness is what solidified our relationship from the beginning. He never thought of me as a slut or anything like that, neither of us were virgins, what BS! He was excited to know of my previous experiences and was always wanting to know what made me feel good. The first time he went down on me it was electric, my most amazing orgasm in years! The sex just kept getting better and we were like 20 yr olds having sex 4-5 times a day. We never really thought of the lifestyle since our sex lives were already great, we just didn’t need it. But early on erotic photos did add some excitement and kept that “spark” alive.
Candi Annie with a friend at home.
Candi Annie likes to dress up to go out.
Candi Annie hitting on the staff.
LOLA – I can’t believe you’re sixty! You look great! Any special hints for preserving that beauty – both in terms of your face and also your great body?
C.A. – I am getting older and I certainly see the wrinkles more and more but I have always believed in good fast paced walks 3-4 times a week, nothing crazy and frankly speaking we still have sex every day- usually wake up sex that is usually all oral. I wake up to Al licking my pussy and after I reach my orgasm, Al brings his cock to my mouth and I “milk” him. Maybe that has something to do with all over health too, a big mouthful of cum everyday! I have to admit I crave the taste!
Candi Annie says, “A load of cum in the morning keeps me looking young!”
Candi Annie, “Next!”
Candi Annie is an inspiration to Lola Down
LOLA – I’ve noticed that most of your posts are with men and mostly older men. What are you into – men, women? Would you enjoy being with a younger man or woman?
C.A. – Older men just seem to be more caring and sensual. Ever since I visited those adult theaters in College where older men surrounded me and fondled me in such an erotic and respectful manner that I never felt uncomfortable. I would enjoy one after another but they were never forceful or disrespectful. They wanted to see me enjoying myself as much as they wanted to get off! That theater is where I met the male half of that couple I mentioned earlier. They took me under their wings and introduced me to so many exciting sexual things. Age did become an issue as we went along since I was actually only 16 when I met them but we had a great couple years and all involved had a great time. I have absolutely zero regrets!
Candi Annie camping
Candi Annie greeting the neighbors at the campground
Candi Annie has been around since before women shaved the bush
LOLA – What are your kinks, fetishes, and taboo interests?
C.A. – I think I have done them all! At this point meeting fun, interesting couples to explore with is all that is left on the bucket list. To have other couples that are well traveled open, loving but are sensual, compassionate, respectful and more on the professional and quiet side is our primary interest now. We are beyond the wild loud parties and really tired of rude, crude and pushy guys.
Candi Annie working from home
Candi Annie ready for her next Zoom meeting
Candi Annie prepping for that big presentation.
Candi Annie waiting for your call
LOLA – How long have you done this – the sex posting – and how long do you hope to keep it up?
C.A. – We started posting erotic photos about twenty years ago and without doubt it has kept the spark in our relationship! Truthfully I think this may be my last year unless perhaps the financial side improves, our sex life is great and I think the couples – swingers resorts and cruises etc will be our focus moving beyond this year. Not everything has to be on camera.
Candi Annie camping again.
Keep going Candi Annie!
LOLA – Top bucket-list sex fantasy?
C.A. – Tops is to find those elusive perfect couples to explore with! They should both be Bi, as well as the previously mentioned prerequisites. Age is irrelevant as long as everything else comes together, but it will take a “mature” couple to hit it off with us- that is an attitude not an age.
Candi Annie looking great!
LOLA – Books, movies, TV shows, and other porn stars you like?
C.A. – As far as pornstars- Nina Hartley is my long time crush and with her age she just gets more impressive. I am somewhat of a John Grisham fan and read most his books . Love erotic tales as well and of course Match, Cinder & Spark books! For TV shows I love comedy!!
Nina Hartley back in the day
Nina Hartley looking hot!
Nina Hartley timeless!
LOLA – What’s your relationship with your fans?
C.A. – I have some amazing on-line lovers! It is such a turn on for me to know the men masturbate as they watch me and cum as they think of me. If that is not some kind of LOVE I don’t know what is! My biggest thrill is to receive video tributes that show them masturbating as they watch my video and end with a huge flow of cum going all over the screen! As far as meeting in person, I am very careful and let Al deal with that. I like the fantasy that I share with my lovers on-line and living up to that in person does not always work out. They have thoughts of what I am like and I love to share and let their fantasy continue but meeting the real me can let them down and that frankly terrifies me. It happened once many years ago where we met a couple in Newport, RI where we were living at the time they wanted to get together with the point to see about moving forward with an intimate relationship. The female in that couple backed out saying I was too old and not what she expected. I was devastated and that put our swinging hopes on hold for years. I now hope to just be at a resort or on a cruise where we just happen to met the right couple that we hit it off with! As for single men – it is even more difficult – rude and crude scare me! – in person anyway… on-line it is fine!
Show us some love! Send your cumtributes for Candi Annie and Lola Down to me: downloladown@gmail.com
LOLA – What’s next for you?
C.A. – More of those cruises and hope that destiny will show us the swinger way!
LOLA – Where can we see more of you?
C.A. – My main content site is: https://candiannie.com
it is forwarded to sheer currently: https://www.sheer.com/Candi-Annie
most free content: https://www.xvideos.com/candi_annie_official
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social sites:
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Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/candi_annie69/
If you want Candi Annie to keep doing what she’s doing into her 70’s, support her content!
Thanks so much Candi!!!!
Bye for now Candi Annie
Lola Dreams of Gang Bangs
“Lola, by any chance did you watch Lily Phillip’s fucking a hundred cocks?” I asked over breakfast.
“Who do what?” she replied.
“Don’t be coy.”
We were sitting on the roof deck of a fancy five-star hotel in South Beach. To my right was the famous Ocean Blvd. and then the Atlantic. To my left was the roof deck pool, cabanas lining the side of it, and a bar at the far end. In the pool and lying out in the early sun were topless women and their husbands sunning themselves and drinking cocktails. It was only ten in the morning, and at that hour a Bloody Mary is basically breakfast. Or, at least it is when you’re on vacation.
“Of course I watched it,” she finally blurted out. “Why?”
“I was reading an article this morning that was quite enlightening about it.”
“I bet you were,” she said with jealous derision in her tone.
“Do you care to read it?”
“What’s it called and what do you find so fascinating about it?”
“It’s called ‘Lily Phillips: One Woman’s Dream of Don Juan’ or something like that. In a nutshell, it says that there is an archetypal sexual fantasy for men and another for women.”
“I’m curious. What would those be?”
“For men, it’s the – well, it’s a little difficult to explain,” I stumbled over my words. “But basically, every man fantasizes about being an Alpha Male on steroids.”
“What does that mean?”
“Just imagine Rocky, The Terminator, John McClane from Die Hard, all rolled into one.”
“I get it, like Tyler Durden is to what’s his name in Fight Club.”
“Exactly. And, he doesn’t have a name.”
“The fantasy figure?”
“No, the narrator for Fight Club, played by Edward Norton. He’s so castrated that he doesn’t even get a name.”
“Castrated?”
“Never mind.”
“And what is a woman’s fantasy? Please, do tell,” she said sarcastically, underscoring that it is not a man’s place to tell a woman her fantasy.
“According to this article, Don Juan.”
“Don Juan?” she repeated, stunned. “He’s a male fantasy, if anything. I mean, he is the prototype for those movies you just mentioned.”
“That’s what’s interesting about this essay,” I said. “It’s a little too convoluted for me to explain. Why don’t you read it yourself.”
I texted it to her. She finished her breakfast, stood up, removed her bikini top, and sat in one of the lounge chairs facing the pool, phone in hand, reading the article.
I ordered a mimosa and sat across the pool from her. I watched her from behind my dark sunglasses as her left hand held the phone in its palm and her right hand moved lower and lower down her abdomen, to her bikini bottom, and then between her legs, where she pulled the thong to the side and revealed her long, meaty labia. She slowly stroked them in full view of all to see – especially me.
The boys get a real thrill when Lo’s around
When she was done with the article, she looked up from her phone. There, in the pool, were at least two men and a few boys who had been spying on her just as I had been. Let me be clear, everything she did was unconscious. When she’s engrossed in something – a movie, a book, an article – she is oblivious to the onanistic meanderings of her free hand. But her audience was engrossed in her. Each of them – including me – tried to pass it off as if they hadn’t noticed a thing, but it was abundantly evident – to me and everyone else, especially the wives and moms around the pool – what captivated their attention.
She glanced over the brim of her large and dark sunglasses, smiled, fixed her bikini bottom, and walked to the bar where she sat on one of the stools. It was a small, tiki-style bar, only big enough for four patrons at a time. She waited for the bartender who, at that moment, was delivering a tray of drinks to various patrons around the pool.
I met her over at the bar and said, “Well? What did you think?”
“I like that the author doesn’t deny Lily Phillips her right to claim her own pleasure, her own fantasy. I like that he doesn’t say, “She says this, but she must be wrong.”
“And?” I was expecting a critique.
“I also agree with the observation that no man, no matter how virile, can ever get it up enough.”
“I thought you’d like that. I mean, that was the theme of our second book, More!, after all.”
“But,” she began.
“Ah-ha! I knew there was a but.”
The bartender returned to his post and asked Lo what she’d like. Lo got excited. She stood up from the stool and was now bending over, leaning on the bar, showing her thong-clad butt off to her loyal fans in the pool.
A.I. of Lola by the pool
“Hmmm,” she said, licking her lips, “you have all these specialty cocktails. I love their whimsical names!”
“I think she’ll need a minute,” I said to the bartender, with a wink.
She was wiggling her butt in anticipation of the fun drinks, like a puppy excited to play.
“So,” I said, bringing her back to the conversation. “What is the but?”
“Well, I think there are a lot of fantasies – not just two.”
“Fair, but I think he’s talking about a fundamental fantasy.”
“You know,” she said, looking at me now, “even Don Juan wasn’t so simple as people make him out to be.”
“Your point?”
“Well, when he was a young man – I mean, really just a boy – he was sold into slavery and then, when spied by the sex-starved sultana, Gulbeyaz, she had her eunuch buy him for her, dress him up as a harem girl, and sneak him into the sultan’s seraglio for him to please her on the sly.”
“You mean, in Byron’s telling of the tale,” I said.
“Of course Byron!” she responded.
“And your point?” I asked again.
She turned her head over her shoulder and looked at her admirers in the pool.
“Well, maybe Don Juan is a woman’s fantasy, just not the Don Juan who beds all the women. Maybe the Don Juan who. . .”
“Lo, I think I know where you’re going with this. You weren’t dreaming of Lily Phillips while reading that article over there,” I nodded to where she had been lying down. “You were dreaming of MILF Meri’s son.”
“Por qué no los dos?”
“Madam?” asked the bartender.
“I’ll have the Red Headed Slut shot,” said Lo, licking her lips.
“Very good. And you sir?”
“The Blue Balls shot.”
Meri and son with a bull
I mention this little interlude about the Cum Cube because, though it was ultimately only marginally successful in its original purpose and plan, it became inspirational for Lola with the new sex scheme she was concocting with Uncle Collin and his nephew David. You see, she recalled the Cum Cube, or masturbation station, and thought that it was a sort of proto-masturbatorium like that along the lines of which Collin was describing. Or, at least in Lo’s twisted mind it was. She thought back on the experience fondly.
Lactation Station Magazine
By the way, after the local news reports covered Lo’s Cum Cube and that inspired the morality police to put pressure on the politicians to have the actual police shut it down, it didn’t go to waste. The city actually repurposed the Cum Cube as a lactation station, but, in reality, it was used as a masturbation station. Whenever you see a public lactation station nowadays, you never know – there could be men or women inside there, jacking and fapping to magazines, books, posters, of Lo. Hell, they could be reading this very blog and getting off to it. But I digress.
Masturbation Station Magazine
Lola described her experience with the Cum Cube to Collin and he was very intrigued, but he pointed out the obvious differences between Lo’s lark and his grand scheme for industrial scale sperm collection sites across the country.
“We have to make the new collection centers warm, inviting, and most of all, we have to offer the men something they cannot simply get at home,” he said.
“Yes,” agreed Lola. “It cannot have anything of the seedy atmosphere of a peep show, a porn store, or. . .”
“Upscale,” interrupted Collin. “It has to be respectable. We cannot place them in the parts of town known for sex.”
“Maybe in five-star hotels?”
“That’s an idea.”
“We should model them on Good Vibrations.”
“Good Vibration?” asked Collin.
“Yes. You don’t know the store?”
“No, I’m afraid I don’t.”
“That’s surprising.”
“How so?”
“Because it has to do with sex and I thought you were the world’s resident living expert on the subject.”
“You flatter me.”
“Good Vibrations is a sex-toy store. It’s first and flagship store was in San Fransisco. What makes it unique is that it markets itself mainly to women and in order to do that they had to make it bright, welcoming, in busy, safe neighborhoods. Not like most sex shops, in the worst parts of town where only men would dare venture.”
Lactation Station Magazine
“I see. I’ll have to research this more,” he said, taking a note on his desk.
“Yes, it has to be seamlessly integrated with the mainstream culture and commerce.”
“Even better, it has to be on the level of an art gallery!”
“Yes, that would be perfect. An art gallery – the biggest in the neighborhood – that has private viewing rooms with docents that double as cum coaxers.”
“I think we’re onto something,” said Collin with a broad smile.
He stood up and touched the bookshelf behind his desk in such a way that it rotated 180 degrees, hiding the books and revealing a fully stocked bar. “Shall we drink to this joint venture of ours?” he asked, pulling out a bottle of bubbly from a mini cooler.
“It seems a bit premature, don’t you think?”
“How so?”
“We haven’t gotten down to business with the hard choices of the décor.”
“Come here, my dear,” he said, popping the cork on the bottle and taking out two glasses.
Lo walked around the desk and sat on Collin’s lap as he poured the Champagne.
“Let us drink to hard business and premature celebrations while we peruse the paintings and photos that shall adorn our masturbatorium museums.”
Magazines for Breastfeeding Moms
Some women happy to show Lola off.
It was late in the pandemic and people were beginning to go stir-crazy. The government had shut down and locked down just about everything except “essential businesses.” They kept the liquor stores open because they were considered “essential,” but gradually the government began to realize that sex is essential too. Some countries in Europe had already had sex drive-thrus for a long time. The idea of a sex drive-in, or “sex box,” was started in the Netherlands with their popular afwerkplek. Or maybe it had its roots in the British TV show, “Sex Box,” where couples have sex in a box and then talk about it with the hosts. Whatever the origins, during the pandemic the idea caught on, especially because it could be practiced relatively safely.
bikini barista
British TV show ‘Sex Box’
Lola, who had been cooped up under extremely challenging conditions (meaning, she couldn’t engage in her regular hotwife activities) read about the sex-work reforms that they were instituting in Europe. She had already heard about American strip clubs taking the dance stage outside as well as coffee shops that featured so-called “bikini baristas.” And she had already engaged in some outdoor dogging activities with a few select couples. But, when she read about the sex-stalls, she got very excited. She looked into it and collaborated with private finance and public officials and managed to get the city’s first and only experimental “conjugal cube” built and placed downtown in what otherwise would be the heart of the financial district. However, due to the pandemic, the streets were mostly vacant but for some vagrants and other random characters.
After a couple of weeks of preparation, the cube was ready. It wasn’t anything special to see on the outside – just an industrial style metal box with a door and ventilation. But inside was a comfy and cozy little love pad where Lo could engage in relieving all the pent-up pressure to put out that she had while simultaneously providing an outlet for others with similarly pent-up passions to penetrate, pulsate, and please themselves and Lola out in public.
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“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked Lo as she was busy diddling herself to dreamland.
“So sure.”
“You’ll fuck any Tom, Dick, and Harry that comes to your cube?”
“Well, hopefully it won’t be too many hairy dicks, but I want them all to cum in my cube to me. Yes, I think that’s the perfect name for it too! – the Cum Cube.”
“Is that what you’re thinking about right now?”
I saw that she was looking at some cumtributes she recently received on her phone, which she held before her eyes with her left hand while her right hand was otherwise engaged in the self-pleasuring between her legs.
“Yes.”
“And you’re sure you won’t get arrested for this?”
“I have the assurance of the mayor!”
“Wow. The pandemic has really turned our world topsy-turvy.”
She was no longer listening to me because the full fury of her self-inflicted orgasm had overtaken her cognitive and physical functioning.
Lola’s Cum Cube
Lola came home from the sperm donation clinic in a very horny mood, as you might expect. She told me all about it as I pounded her from the top, her legs spread, both hands down between her legs spreading her pussy as wide as it would go, inserting her eight fingers on either side of my cock in order to feel as full as possible, and squirting nearly continuously the entire time, soaking the bed and me.
Lola Bed Spreading panties on
Lola Bed Spreading no panties
When we were done and she had caught her breath, she relayed a little coda to the story. When she returned inside the clinic to grab her coat, she spoke to the receptionist about the possibility of. . . well, you know what? I don’t want to spoil the surprise, so I’ll just cut to the next time Lo met Terence at the clinic. Oh yes, there was a next time. Did you think there wouldn’t be?
They met in front of the clinic just like the first time. She greeted him, taking his hand in hers, standing on tiptoe, giving him a kiss. In the cold air, their breath created a small cloud before their faces. She let him see her breasts under her coat. This time she was wearing a turquoise blouse. It wasn’t transparent, but it was thin. No bra. Hard nipples in the winter chill. He liked what he saw. They entered the clinic and were greeted by a different, yet also attractive, receptionist.
The Masturbatorium Staff, Ellie, second from right in front.
Terence gave his name, received the specimen cup, and was told to proceed to room #3 again. Lo said, “Wait here,” as she removed her coat and hung it up on the coat rack, just like last time. She rejoined her companion and they walked together into the collection room. This time Terence was immediately set on his heels by two framed posters of Lola hanging on the white walls of the small room. They were exactly where the posters by Roy Stuart hung last time they were in room #3. The poster right in front of them was of Lo, bent over, heaps of cum dribbling out of her well-used pussy. The second poster was to their left and it was nearly all a classic black-and-white. Lo was lying on her back, her legs spread, copious cum dripping out of her pussy, as her manicured fingers rubbed her clit and her other hand played with her nipples. The poster was artistically accented with the pink of her fingernails and the pearls of her bracelet popping in color against the desaturated shades of grey.
Lola Poster
Lola Poster Cream Pie
“Is, is, is that who I think it is?” asked Terence.
Lola smiled mischievously. “Who do you think it is?”
“I think it’s you.”
“You would be correct. Do you like?”
“Very much,” he said, nearly panting. “But. . . ?”
“Remember, last time, when I asked what you thought of the poster and you said. . .”
“Oh, I remember,” he interrupted. Lola didn’t need to remind him.
“Well, I just thought the place could use a little bit of a woman’s touch. You know?”
“But how did you. . . ?”
“I just flirted with the girl behind the desk a little and then asked her for a favor.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Apparently it’s pretty popular.”
“Your poster?”
“Yes.”
“How do you know?”
“You see, it has the name of the blog on it?”
“Oh yeah.”
“A number of guys who have jacked off in this very room have contacted me.”
“Why?”
“To send me cumtributes of course.”
“A cumtribute?”
Lo couldn’t believe his naïveté.
“A cumtribute is a photo that a man or woman, or sometimes a couple or more, take where they show themselves getting off to my pics.”
“Oh,” he said, surprised. “Do people do that?”
“A lot of people.”
Tribute photo from Purple’s Gem
“It’s like a kink?”
“Yes. You have your kinks, they have theirs.”
“I could probably learn to like that kink.”
“I don’t think it would take you too long to learn.”
“I’m a quick study.”
“Speaking of kinks, let’s indulge in yours. Ready?”
“Um, yeah!”
Lo put on the latex gloves and this time she had Terence undo and pull down his pants while she lubed up her right hand.
He sat down again and she grabbed his drooping cock in her palm.
“What does HH think of it?”
“Of what?” she asked, looking at him in his face as she absent-mindedly stroked his flaccid meat.
“Of, well, of your poster being up here. He knows, doesn’t he?”
“Actually, no. I didn’t tell him.”
“You didn’t tell him?!”
“It slipped my mind.”
“How does a thing like that slip your mind?”
Lola looked down, studying the project at hand. He was growing, but still not hard.
“I guess I was busy with other things.”
“Does he know about the cumtributes?”
“Oh yeah. I mean, he knows that I get them. I suppose he doesn’t know about the ones I received recently from, well, from this room.”
Ellie reading from Match, Cinder & Spark to Terence while she coaxes his cum for a donation
Lola thought of all the guys who had jacked off in this room, jacked off looking at her poster, and the handful of them who had sent her photographic evidence of it. It turned her on. It probably turned her on more than Terence was turned on at the moment.
The Donation Station
“He knows you’re here with me right now, doesn’t he?”
“Oh yes. I made sure of it.”
“What does that mean?”
“I like to tease. I told him what I was going to do, where I was going to do it and with whom.”
“But he didn’t know that I’d be staring at your naked photos.”
“They don’t seem to be doing the trick.”
“Sorry,” he said, blushing. “I guess I’m talking too much.”
“Oh, it’s ok. I like talking. . . about me.”
“Did you pick out the photos?” he asked, looking at them again.
“I did.”
“Why did you choose these?”
“Well, the director specifically instructed Courtney. . .”
“Courtney?”
“The cute brunette behind the reception desk last time.”
“Oh, I know Courtney.”
Courtney
“I’m sure you do. Anyhow, through her the director was very clear that I was only allowed to put up photos of myself if they included cum in them.”
“In them, or in you?” he asked.
“In, on, whatever. What do you think of this one?” she asked, pointing to the small framed photo of her bent over in her tight latex pants with a puddle of cum on her ass.
Lola Cum Covered
“I’m hard already!”
“Yes,” she said as she looked at his erect cock, “finally.”
She stroked him as she watched how his stomach muscles flexed. She added, “I guess the director knew that seeing a woman with cum on and in her can act as a form of encouragement. I read somewhere. . . now where was it? Oh yes, in the book Insatiable Wives – have you ever read it?”
“No, I’ve never heard of it.”
“Oh, it’s a great read. It’s about, well, about hotwives, like me.”
“I’ll pick it up.”
Insatiable Hotwife Lola
“Anyhow, I read in that book that studies show men who see other men – or was it apes? – anyhow, males, let’s just say, who see other males fornicating with a female produce more sperm. I think that’s why the director wanted sperm included in the pictures.”
“Makes sense.”
“Do you feel like you’re going to produce more sperm today?” she asked, looking down again at her hand pumping his hard, but hardly explosive cock.
“To tell you the truth. . .”
“Yes?”
“I’m really enjoying this.”
“Enjoying what?”
“You, touching me, talking to me while you fondle my cock and balls.”
Lo grabbed his left arm with her free hand and turned it to see his wristwatch. “You’ve got about fifteen minutes. You going to make it to the finish line?”
“Oh yeah. I will. You do this to HH?”
“Frequently.”
“How frequently?”
“Whenever I’m on my period.”
“You going to do it to him tonight?”
“Not if you take your full half hour to cum. I’ll be getting a wrist massage,” she said, pausing in her pursuit of his happiness and grabbing the lube to lube up her left hand.
“Oh, sorry. Maybe I should just get down to business,” he said, contritely.
“What will make you cum and cum quickly?”
“Well, if I could see your tits.”
“I guess you can’t see my tits in this poster, huh?”
“Nope.”
“But you can in this one.”
“Yes, but only in black-and-white.”
“OK then. But my hands must remain sterile, so can you unbutton my blouse?”
“My pleasure!”
Slowly he undid each button, one-by-one, as she continued to manipulate his joystick in her slippery, gloved hand until the two sides of the blouse were hanging freely, as were her breasts.
“Beautiful,” he sighed.
“You like?”
“Yes. God yes.”
She moved closer to him so the nipple of her left breast was a mere finger’s breadth from his lips.
“You may kiss, if you like.”
“And suck?”
“And suck.”
He latched on and she enjoyed it. She released a long, guttural moan and the sound of her pleasure brought him to climax. Unfortunately, Lo was lost in the sensation of his warm lips on her still chilly breast and didn’t immediately react to the ejaculation by having the collection cup ready. He came on her. On her stomach and on her black skirt. Once she felt his hot cum making a mess, she jumped and fumbled with the jar. She managed to collect just a fraction of the total discharge. It would have to do.
She sealed up the cup and removed her gloves. She used her index and middle fingers of her right hand to swipe up a good amount of the ejaculate on her torso and she slowly opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and placed the dollop in her mouth. She swallowed and smiled.
“No one needs to know,” she said with a wink.
She buttoned up, wiped off her stained skirt, and walked to the receptionist’s desk. She gave the cute receptionist the jar and grabbed her coat.
“Oh, Ms. Down,” said the receptionist, just as Lola was putting her arm through the crook in Terence’s arm to walk out together.
“Yes?”
“The director asked if you would kindly stop in to see him before you go.”
“Me?”
“Yes.”
“Gladly,” she said. “I mean, if that’s ok with you, darling,” she added to Terence, as if they were a couple.
“The director! But of course!” he said with great enthusiasm. “I will miss you at home,” he added, leaning in for a passionate kiss before parting ways.
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