[Continued from A Case of the Mondays]
Lola had told me that she would be going out to dinner with friends that Monday night. Knowing no one was waiting for me at home, I stayed late at work.
“Good night Mr. H.,” said my secretary.
“Good night Ms. Gale,” I responded without looking up from my desk.
I could feel her standing in the doorway to my office looking at me.
“Yes, Ms. Gale?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. H., but do we have so much to do? I thought we were on top of our cases. Would you like me to do something for you?” she asked, playing with her blond curls and leaning slightly over as if to see what tasks I was working on so late, but really just giving me a good view of her breasts. I often wonder what it is she’s really offering.
Lo’s “Do Not Disturb” sign
“No Ms. Gale. That won’t be necessary. I’m just reviewing the quarterly numbers. Have a good night.”
Not Ms. Gale, but looks much like her.
“OK, Mr. H.,” she said, turning around and affording me a good look at her long legs in her short skirt and heels as she sauntered down the hall. If Lo only knew what possibilities I pass up while she dangles her dalliances for my delight.
About two hours later, I went home thinking that Lo would still be out. But when I got in, I heard her ecstatic screeches emanating from the bedroom. I followed the sweet sound down the hall and, rather than find Lo engaged in some self-pleasure stress relief, I found the bedroom door closed and her pink panties hanging on the doorknob, indicating that she was engaged in a session with someone and did not wish to be disturbed.
I turned around and began making some leftovers for my dinner. As I was stirring the soup on the stovetop, suddenly Lo walked in, butt naked, holding her black dildo. My presence startled her.
“Oh, hi Daddio,” she said, after briefly wielding her sex toy like a weapon.
“Going to bludgeon me with your masturbatory mace?”
“Ha,” she chuckled, “sorry. I just came.”
“I know.”
“I just came to get a glass of water.”
“Who’s here?”
“Oh, just Robert.”
“Just?”
“Well, only Robert. One at a time tonight.”
Lo’s Leaky Quim
“Am I on the list?”
“Did you make a reservation?”
“Do you have an app for that?”
“I’ll see if I can fit you in,” she said, grabbing the glass of water and a paper towel. “Hold this,” she said, passing me the dildo.
I held the giant black cock in my hand gingerly as she put the paper towel between her legs, wiping a trail from her knee up to her crotch.
“Sorry, I don’t want to track up.”
“How considerate.”
She took back her dildo and waddled with the paper towel between her legs back to the bedroom.
I heard her say, “HH is home,” before she shut the door.
About fifteen minutes later, I heard the door open and Dr. Robert Smith appeared in the little dining area by my table as I ate my soup.
“See you at the faculty meeting?” he asked.
“Yep,” I said.
“Don’t forget that proposal that I put forward for us to vote on.”
“It’s in the forefront of my mind,” I assured him.
“Well, goodnight.”
“Say,” I said, not letting him go just yet.
“Yes?”
“How are things with that woman in Italy?” I inquired.
“Linda?”
“Yeah. Still romantically involved?”
“Actually,” he said, “funny you mention it. Try to keep this to yourself,” he said in a hushed tone, “but I think we’re going to get married.”
“Married?!” I said.
“Shhhhh,” he cautioned.
“Right. Well, this is news. How’d this come about?”
“It hasn’t yet. I’m going to go visit her to propose.”
“When?” I was eager for him to go.
“In a couple of weeks,” he said with a broad smile on his face.
“So I suppose you won’t be needing Lo as your goto girl to get your rocks off anymore?”
“I certainly hope not,” he said.
“Well, isn’t that rude?”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he apologized almost immediately. “I mean, hopefully she’ll agree and come here to live.”
“I wish you the best of luck, my friend. Does Lo know?”
“Not yet. It’s a bit of a secret until I pop the question. OK?”
“Sure, sure,” I said reassuringly.
“See you at the meeting.”
“Yup.”
With that he was gone.
I wasn’t even done with my soup when I heard Lo call out from the bedroom, “DADIOOOOooooo!”
That’s my queue.
I appeared in the doorway. She was spread-eagle naked on the bed.
“I guess that’s why they call it a bedspread. When you get on it, you really spread.”
“Shut up and get in me. You know you want to.”
“What do you see in him?”
“His accent. When he speaks, my pussy glistens.”
“Does he fuck you with his words?”
“Well, he uses his tongue in more ways than one.”
“How was it?” I asked her.
“Amazing,” she said, sounding very content.
“Why?”
“His cock is so long. It’s like twice as long as yours.”
“Mine is over eight inches. You’re saying he’s sixteen inches long?”
“Well, no. Maybe like ten. But it feels twice as long.”
I removed my clothes and looked at her. I asked, “How do you want it? Quick and quiet or long and loud?”
“I always like long and loud, Daddy.”
“Looks like your quim sprung a leak,” I said.
“My what?” she asked.
“Your quim.”
“That’s a new one,” she said.
“Actually, it’s quite old.”
“What is?”
“Quim.”
“What is a quim?”
“Quim is a slang word for vulva.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“So you’re saying my quim is quite old?”
“No, the word is old. It probably comes from ‘queem,’ meaning ‘snug’ in Middle English.”
“Well, I know what I cum from,” she said, looking at me with stars in her eyes.
“Lots and lots of cock,” I said.
“I am easy to please, but that’s not what I meant.”
“What else makes your quim cum?”
She squirmed around, got on her tum, and looked up at me with her big brown eyes. “Why do I find your intelligence so incredibly sexy?” she asked, licking her lips as she stared at my cock.
“Because you’re a sapiosexual.”
“Don’t you find that flattering?” she asked.
“No, not at all.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re just interested in me until the next smarter person comes around. Frankly, it’s a lot of pressure.”
“Oh, that is not true.”
“Really? How do you know it’s not true?”
“Because you’re more than just intelligence to me. You also have a sweet bod and an amazing dick and you can fuck me senseless.”
“That may be, but I still think you might just fall in love with Deep Blue, given the chance.”
“Deep Blue?”
“Yeah, you know, the IBM computer that beat Kasparov at chess.”
“Yes, I know that, silly. I was just thinking. . .”
“Thinking what?”
“Thinking about how deep he can be.”
“Good grief!”
“I mean, if you could hook up that computer to these,” she said, holding up her Hitachi and dildo with both hands, “then, I may just fall in love.”
“You can already do that. They make vibrating dildos that can be controlled remotely through your phone.”
“They do?!”
“Oh, geez, I shouldn’t have said anything.”
She immediately grabbed her phone and began googling it.
“See,” I said, “here I am hard up and ready to do you, and you’re on your tum, nude, fingering yourself to images on your phone. I told you you’d pass me up for the next most intelligent thing.”
“Awe, do you have blue-balls?” she asked condescendingly.
“Yes!”
“Then get behind me and deep blue me!”
“Say please.”
“Now, after I complimented you, you’re full of yourself.”
“Yeah, well, soon you’ll be full of me too. But you have to ask for it.”
“Please fuck me. Please fuck my pussy. Please fuck my cunt. Please fuck my quim.”
“That’s better,” I said as I slid into her cum-filled hole. I added, “I guess it’s not really a quim.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Not snug at all.”
“That’s not what Robert said.”
“What did Robert say?”
“Fuck me harder and I’ll tell you.”
“Ask nicely.”
“Please fuck me harder,” she requested politely.
I pushed in further, and when I pulled back, I heard a slurping sound from her supple snatch.
“That’s it,” she said, moaning. “Robert said I have a sweet, cozy cunt.”
“Lo,” I said, “you are our sweet honeypot.”
“He deposited his nectar in the hive. Will you?”
The thought of her and Robert flooded my mind and soon I flooded her with a load of my own.
“What happened to long and loud, Daddio?”
“Sorry, but the idea of Robert filling you up put me over the edge.”
“You’re such a fucking philosopher, cumming to the idea.”
After I pulled out, she reached down and spooned up some spunk with her fingers and licked it.
“You’re damn lucky,” she said, “that not only am I easy to please, I’m also eager to please.”
She put the Hitachi between her legs and went to work on herself.
“I have a little bad news for you.”
“What’s that, Daddio,” she asked as if from afar, dwelling in her dreamy state of bliss.
“Robert confided in me that he intends to propose to Linda.”
“What?!” asked Lo as she sat up rapidly, dropping the Hitachi and gushed from between her legs onto the bedspread.
“Yep. He told me as he was leaving. But it’s a secret right now.”
“That bastard!”
“I guess your cunt was just a temporary salve.”
“A what?! My cunt is the cause of his convalescence. Do you think he’d have the confidence to propose to her if he wasn’t fucking me? Just a year ago or so he was suffering from crippling insecurity and erectile dysfunction.”
“Just remember, he told me in confidence that he plans on proposing to her. It’s just between us.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t blow anything.”
“That’s exactly what I’m worried about.”
