“Lo,
what ya doin’?” I asked as I came in the house and found her on the couch,
naked, scrolling through her phone. This
wouldn’t be unusual, of course, except for the fact that she was not
masturbating at the time. Just getting
ready? Just finished? I wasn’t sure.
Lo on her Phone
“I
tallied it up and I have over 20,000 followers on our various platforms,” she
said without bothering to look up at me.
“Really? 20,000?
That’s a lot of horny men,” I said.
“And
women,” she added. “And don’t forget your
fans.”
Jen X
Madelaine
Piper
She was kind to include my fans, even if she said it with a bit of scorn. Lately, I’ve had quite a resurgence of interest. A number of women have been writing to me telling me how much they enjoy my stories. There has been Madelaine, Jen, Piper, Dawn, TJ, Tracy, and Liz. Of course these are not exclusive categories. Most of the fans of my writing are also fans of Lo. But in Lo’s mind, she refers to them as “your fans.” Flattering me? Or jealousy?
In
any case, I digress.
“I
think that makes you a micro-influencer,” I said.
“What
do you mean ‘micro’?”
“I’m
just using the terminology that. . .”
“Let
me see your cock,” she said, interrupting.
H.H.
I
walked in front of her on the couch and undid my pants and grabbed my member
from my underwear, pulling it out. “Nothing
micro there,” she said.
“I
just meant that you have reached that echelon.”
“But
we don’t sell anything,” she objected.
“I’ve
received a lot of offers from companies to write posts just for them, or
include their products embedded in our stories.”
“Really?” She was curious. “What sort of companies.”
“Sex
toy companies, mostly.”
“Would
they pay us for it?”
“Well,
they said that they would send us free dildos and vibes and stuff.”
“You
can’t pay the rent with sex toys.”
Rent?
“If
we only could,” I mused.
“It’s
fine,” she said, “I like our independence.
I prefer to be a social media sinfluencer.”
Reality often is
not the way you imagined it to be.
Lo and I had
planned a winter getaway vacation for months.
When the snow, wind, and cold was going to be bearing down on our little
hamlet, we would be miles away shoveling sand on the beach into sand castles
rather than snow from the driveway.
Part of this
planning included a jaunt to a well-known nude beach close to our vacation
bungalow. It also included many nights
of whispered fantasies that concluded with climatic, powerful orgasms (both of
the imaginary, young, well-hung men watching Lo and of Lo in the bed, her eyes
closed, calling out swears to the Lord).
When the blessed
day finally came and the sun was gloriously rising in the blue and pink sky, we
set our course for the illusive oasis.
We got there at
prime tanning time and Lo was eager to get her toes in the sand.
However, as we
walked along the strand something strange occurred to us. Rather than the hunky hung men and the
lovely, voluptuous ladies of our conjoined conjurings, what we found was mostly
old people proudly baring all of their wrinkled, sagging, shrunken, small, grey
body parts to the world. Maybe it was
because it was a Wednesday and, other than vacationers like ourselves, the young
folk were all at their day jobs.
Now, I’m no spring
chicken myself, but I saw Lo’s eyes desperately scanning the vicinity for the
tanned, trim, toned meat that she craved and growing more and more despondent
as we progressed.
At the same time,
I noticed among our septuagenarian and octogenarian observers a hunger for
fresh meat, as one would see in the eyes of vultures in the desert at the sight
of stray carrion.
“Lo,” I said.
“I know,” she
said, totally aware of what I was thinking.
“How you feeling
about this?” I asked.
“Whatever,” she
said, disappointed.
Lo found a sunny
spot close to the water, but still in sight of about three or four old men and
their heavy-set wives.
Without a smidge
of self-consciousness, Lo removed her sundress, then her bikini top, and
finally she wriggled out of her bikini bottoms, giving the lurking voyeurs the
glorious visage that they were waiting for.
Soon, about three
or four other old men found their way to our vicinity, like sharks detecting
the faintest drop of blood in the water from miles away. Lo lay on her tum and had me rub in the
sunblock as I whispered to her my report of the surroundings. She seemed to soak it up just as she did the
rays of sun.
When I had
caressed her from toe to trapezius, she turned over and applied the sunblock to
herself, slowly rubbing it into her feet, shins, thighs, tum, breasts, and a
dab on her nose. She smiled as she did
so.
As I scanned the
surreptitious watchers in the cheap seats, I noticed that some of them had
gotten their ancient organs up and hard.
Lo noticed as well. She turned to
me and asked, “You think they want me, Daddy?”
“Of course they
do,” I said flatly.
Her tongue ran
over her sparkly white teeth.
“Really?” I
asked. “You really are turned on?” I couldn’t disguise my disbelief.
“Well, you know
that I like older men.”
“I know you like
them older, but I didn’t know you liked them one heartbeat away from room
temperature!”
“Oh,
fiddle-dee-dee,” she said, squeezing her breasts with both hands and looking at
the men as they watched her.
Fresh Meat
Two or three of
them sat in the sand not far off from Lo and me.
“It’s hot,” I
said, “care to go in?”
“Oh no, Daddio,”
she replied, “I just got myself all covered.”
“Covered? Ha!
You’re the furthest from covered.”
“You go,” she
encouraged. “I’ll watch you.”
“You mean I should
go and watch you.”
She smiled.
I went into the
water. It was warm but still
refreshing. I swam a bit. Then I floated for a while and watched as the
men kept a close eye on Lo. Soon enough
I was out of their sight and mind. I
could see them move in to make small talk with Lo and Lo was all smiles and
sweetness to them. I couldn’t hear what
they were saying to each other, but they were keeping up a long conversation. At one point I think Lo pointed in my
direction. The men looked, but only for
a second. Then, one-by-one, they started
playing with their junk. Three of them
pulling and tugging on their little puds next to Lo. The other old men, the ones with their wives,
watched the scene unfold just as I did, from afar. Lo watched from point-blank range. I couldn’t hear her, but I saw her lips
moving. I’m certain she was encouraging
them. “Come on. You can do it. Cum.
Don’t you want to cum?” Her words
apparently weren’t enough. She began to
push up her tits, suck on her nips, and play with her pussy. The guys moved so they could have a better
look.
Treading water, I
began to wonder how long this was going to take. I didn’t want to get out and disturb
everyone’s fun. Luckily for me, it was
only about four or five more minutes before the first guy came, dripping his
cum into the sand. Then the second
guy. The third was not able to cum, but
I saw Lo move her hand to rub his arms and his side with her hand. He reached down to caress the instep of her
foot. She didn’t move away. He rubbed her foot more and then she lifted
her foot to his cock and put his little nub between her toes and stroked him. Within mere moments he ejaculated, dripping
his jizz over her toes.
The three men said
some pleasantries to Lo. She buried her
foot in the sand for a moment and then Lo got up and came into the water and
swam to me.
“Did you enjoy
that?” she asked.
“Funny,” I said,
“I was going to ask you the same thing.”
“No, I didn’t
enjoy it!” she protested.
“Then why’d you do
it?”
“For you.”
“I call bullshit.”
“Well, for them
too.”
“Altruism
abounds!”
“Oh, shut up and
fuck me.”
“What?”
“You heard me, ole
man.”
I swam to her and
entered her from behind, under water.
She moaned. We swam as one. She came within seconds as the waves crested
and fell, lifting us and gently descending.
When she was done,
she disengaged and swam back to shore.
“Hey,” I called out
to her, “What about me?!”
“Come on!” she
called back.
I swam and then
walked out of the water, my manhood hard as a rock pointing right at her.
“Mmmmm, Daddy!”
she said as she licked her lips.
She got on her
knees in the churning surf and she didn’t even have to take my cock in her
mouth. Just seeing her in that position,
thinking about what she just did, I came all over her face and tits.
Almost
an hour had passed and Lo was still in the shower. I had heard her climax twice already and she
was on her third ascent as I sat in bed trying to read, but really in a state
of anxious expectation. Lo is meticulous
about maintaining perfectly smooth, perfectly pure skin, but beyond that, the
shower is her spa substitute. She goes
in there, exfoliates; shaves her legs, her underarms, her pussy; applies
ointments that make her soft as silk; and then uses the showerheads to finish
herself off once, sometimes twice, on occasion three times.
She
likes the adjustable pressure showerheads that she can set anywhere from strong
pulse to gentle rain. Because she
utilizes these for more than utilitarian purposes, I rigged the shower so that
she has two of these self-pleasure devices – both on six foot flexible hoses so
that she can manipulate their angles to suit any position she pleases. I know when she’s been up to her tricks in
the shower because she never replaces the showerheads to their upright position
when she’s done with her “spa treatment.”
I suspect she wishes to let me know each and every time she’s been a bad
girl in the shower.
With
each successive peak of Lo’s orgasmic screams from behind the cloud of steam in
the bathroom, I grew more and more eager for her to be done with her
self-indulgences and indulge me for a while.
After the last loud outburst of expletives and groans, I finally heard
the squeak of the shower faucets being turned off. Lo emerged from the plume like a wicked angel
from on high, and her lovely naked body slowly sauntered her way to the bedside
where she bent over and announced softly, “I want a wet kiss, Daddy.”
“Where,
sweetheart?”
“Right
here,” she said as she reached behind her back and placed her index finger
right on her special button behind her pink pussy. I got on my knees and began lightly licking
her ass as instructed. Gentle at first,
deeper by degrees, till I was inserting my tongue in and out of her and
flicking the tip of it back and forth from the apex of her slit to the hole of
her sweet ass. She moaned and she
climbed up on the bed so that she was on her knees, bent over, allowing me to
delve deeper into her ass until she came.
She fell flat on her stomach and collected herself for a few moments and
then she stood up in front of me and told me to give her another hot kiss.
“Where,
sweetheart?”
“Right
here,” she said as she placed her index finger on her pussy. I was on my knees on the floor and my face
was perfectly positioned to lick, kiss, and nibble on her elongated pussy
lips. I put my mouth to her and she
said, “Careful, Daddy. They’re super
sensitive. I’ve been rubbing them and
massaging them with water for an hour now.”
“Oh, I know,” I mumbled as my lips were busy with hers. I licked, kissed, sucked, and stretched her pussy with my mouth. Her hands worked their way through my hair and then pulled my face in close and tight to her clit. It was large and erect and I took it in my mouth and began sucking it as she pushed my head back and forth. As she stood there with me kneeling and my face between her legs, it occurred to me that we had switched gender roles. She was subverting the stereotypical gender roles. She was a man taking his woman’s head in his hand and using gentle force to get her to do to his dick what he wanted. I was that woman and her enlarged clit was the dick I took into my mouth and which I face-fucked till she came all over me with her female ejaculate.
[This is a preview from the forthcoming book, the latest in the Match, Cinder & Spark series, called Sexy Shorts. Should be available in March.]
In the past we have periodically featured some letters and guest posts from some of our readers. Because we’ve received so much mail in the past year, we are now including a regular feature of kinky letters and write-in questions. To start us off, we begin with a lovely couple that go by the names of Cake & Bar (you’ll find out why below.) They have a Tumblr and they post short films of their sexy passion for each other:
Q: Let’s begin with the name. What’s Cake and Bar all about?
A: Well, Bar loves cheesecake (the actual food) and also loves Cake’s ass, so her name came easy. Bar has a very veiny dick and looks like a big Snickers when it’s fully erect, so that was the inspiration. The name is are also a play on us being an interracial couple.
Q: It looks like you started your Tumblr in July 2017. Is this exhibitionism something new for you two? How’d you get into it?
A: We started our Tumblr after being suspended from Twitter permanently for some odd reason. Tumblr was another way for us to share our sexuality and advertise for our porn movies on Manyvids. We’ve been on Manyvids for a year now, so yes we guess you could say we’re new to exhibitionism and porn making in general. Bar has always loved taking pictures of Cake, so one day he asked if we could start posting pictures anonymously to see the feedback we would get it from other people and the rest is history. For the most part it has been nothing but positive experiences.
Q: How long have you been a couple?
A: We’ve been together 15 years and been married 5 years and we have 2 children.
Q: Are you currently monogamous? If not, what’s the relationship like?
A: Yes, we’re monogamous.
Q: How has been the response to your posting pics and films of yourselves? A lot of Tumblr folks complain of people being rude or having derogatory things to say. That hasn’t been our experience. What about you?
A: For the most part we’ve had positive responses to the things we’ve shared. There’s always going to be some negative, but we take it in stride because it’s expected with the internet.
Q: You don’t show your faces in the pics/vids. Do you worry that you’ll be found out?
A: We don’t worry per se about being found out, but we like anonymity and the masks give us something else to set the scene with.
Q: Do any of your friends/family know about your kinky side?
A: Only 2 of our friends know we make porn and they’re totally supportive of us.
Q: What do you each like (in terms of sex/porn)?
A, Bar: Straight amatuer porn, mostly Interracial and Black. Some professional porn like the Greg Lanskys stuff.
A, Cake: Doesn’t enjoy watching porn as much as she likes shooting it.
HH & Lo: Thanks so much!!!!
Cake & Bar: You’re welcome and thanks for your patience with our response.
Some photos from Cake & Bar getting off to Lola (more can be found at their Tumblr and at loladown.tumblr.com):
Lying in bed at night, I’m sitting up reading a book. She’s on her back, playing with her tits – pushing them up, pulling on the nipples, looking down at them. She says, “Do you think my breasts are pretty?”
I look over at her. “Yes. Very much.” I go back to reading.
She continues contorting her boobs. “No, I mean, do you think they’re attractive?”
“Of course I do, Lo,” I say, without losing my spot on the page.
“Do you think people find them attractive?”
“What people?”
“People?”
“Like who? The people who fuck you? The people who look at you on the internet? People you meet in the street? What people are we talking about?”
“Yeah, all those people.”
“Well, Lo, judging from the number of men and women who write to you every day and send in dick picks and photos of themselves jackin’ and jillin’ to your lovely images, I think the answer has to be ‘Yes.’ Anymore questions?”
I looked back down at her – she was jillin’ it to the thought of all those people cumming to her. Not satisfied with the thought, she rolled over on her tum, pulled out her phone, and began flipping through the scores of photos sent to her by her fans until she hit on one that did the trick. She came.
“Daddy?”
“Yes Lo?”
“Don’t you want to get behind me while I do this?”
“Didn’t you already do it?”
“Don’t you want to get behind me while I do this again?”
I put down my book, got up and out of my pj bottoms, and mounted her round ass as she, on her hands and knees, looked through the fan photos again. I thought to myself, “This could go on all night.”
Her tits were hanging down, rocking forward and back with each thrust. She held herself up with her left hand as she held her right hand, palm open just below her nipples so that they’d graze against her palm as they went back and forth. She liked feeling the fullness of her breasts as they hung there. “Do you think they are saggy?” she asked me over her shoulder as she scrolled through some more pics.
“What?” I asked.
“My tits – do you think they’re sagging?”
“No, Lo. You’re on all fours, like a bitch in heat, and gravity will do its thing, you know.”
She flipped through the photos on her phone and she said, “Look, this couple here – she has very big, very saggy tits.”
Glancing over her shoulder, I could just make out what it was I saw. Luckily, I still had my reading glasses on. “They’re in their forties or fifties Lo. You’re in your twenties.”
I kept going at her as her fingers kept working their magic between her legs. “Do you think they’re attractive?” she asked.
“Who? The couple?”
“No, her tits?”
“Yes, Lo, they’re attractive,” I said.
“Saggy tits can be attractive, right?”
I gave up on answering and focused on hitting hard at the target. Apparently that took Lo’s mind off of her tits for a while because she found a photo that she stared at intently and she began convulsing on my cock, cumming hard.
When she was done, she pulled off of me and rolled on her back, phone still in hand, looking at the photos submitted by fans to her. I asked her, “Lo, what do they all do for you?”
“It’s not what they do for me that turns me on, it’s what I do for them.”
[All photos were submitted to loladown.tumblr.com]
