Lola’s Warm Welcome

Posted on March 31, 2022 by Lola Down

Pachu M. Torres illustration

Hind Hunting

Posted on March 29, 2022 by Lola Down

“Daddy, have me.”

“Get naked.”

“I’m naked, Daddy. Have me.”

“Come here.”

She nuzzles up to me, putting her head and soft hair on my shoulder. Her right hand reaches down for my hard cock. She moves her head down toward it. She opens her mouth and takes it in – wet, warm, soft, and loving.

She maneuvers to climb on top of me, straddle me, ride me.

“Hey, what’s the hurry?”

“I want it.”

“We got all night.”

“I want it in me, now.”

“Can’t we enjoy each other first? A little stroll through the Garden of Good and Evil before going in for the kill?”

“Daddy,” she says as she lowers herself on my rod, “it needs it. My pussy needs it. My cunt needs to be filled. I’m sorry. Play with my titties,” she says as she bounces up and down.

I reach up and grab her breasts with both hands.

“Pull my nipples.”

I pull on them.

“Pinch them. Pull them harder. Make it hurt.”

I do as I am told.

“Pull them. Really pull them. Pull them down. Make them sag. Pull my nipples to my navel.”

I do as she says. She moans a moan of pain and delight.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” she says after mere seconds.

“Lo, what were you looking at on your computer before coming to bed?”

She bites her bottom lip. She’s not able to reply. Her pussy squeezes me out and squirts like an overripe peach on the first bite.

Her fingers clutch my shoulders. She lifts up her ass in the air. She slides down my torso with her tongue out, licking up all she spilled on me in her exuberance.

She gets to my navel. She pauses. She falls asleep.

I push her gently onto the bed, sliding her off my still rock-hard cock.

“Lo,” I say, quietly, “Lo, I want you.”

From her dreamlike state she says, “Do whatever you want.” She’s off to Never-Never Land.

I pull out a German porno mag from my nightstand drawer. I open it up on her ass. I compare her to Gili Sky, the porn star of the magazine’s centerfold. I prefer Lola. But the juxtaposition is nice. I know Lola would prefer Gili and the three men Gili is with as well.

I try to jack it to the photos and Lo’s ass. Lo’s ass looks too good to pass up. I rub some lube on the tip and her target, take aim, and swoosh! Direct hit.

Driving home the happy hunter, I lie down on her back and open the magazine and begin leafing through the pages, reading what I can in German. It’s been a while. Lo is motionless, soundless. The lack of her longing for my donging diminishes my fervor. I pull out. As I do so, she says, almost from the depths of her depraved dream, “Al wanted some new photos. Take some of me, Daddy.”

I’ve never seen a woman so eager for the camera and yet, so very very relaxed in front of it.

Lola and Gili Sky

I replace the book on her rear and snap a few for her long-distance lover. Now I know what she was doing before coming to bed in a feeding frenzy.

Gili Sky Front, Lola Rear

The next day she wakes up chipper as can be.

“Sleep well, Darling?” I ask.

“Great! You?”

“I wish I could say I slept hard. But it’s more like I hardly slept because I was hard.”

“Awww, poor baby. Didn’t you have me?”

“It’s not worth going into,” I say. “You’ll read all about it anyway.”

“I hope so!”

“What’s for breakfast?” she asks, pulling at her nipples over the thin t-shirt she’s wearing. “Wow! My nips really hurt! Kiss them better, Daddy.”

Lo in Lace

She lifts up her shirt and forces her breasts in my face. I give them gentle kisses.

“Mmmmm,” she moans. “Can I have you for breakfast?”

She drops to her knees in the middle of the kitchen, pulls down my pajama bottoms, and goes to town on my torpedo.

After she slurps down her morning smoothy, she gets up, wipes her mouth, and says, “Looks like a no pants, no panties, pussy party day at work for me!”

Deferred Desire

Posted on March 24, 2022 by Lola Down

Jane and Andrew

Jane and Andrew had just taken their wedding vows. They celebrated with their friends and family. They were both in their forties when they finally tied the knot. After many failed relationships in the past for each of them, they were pleased to finally find each other. They prided themselves on the fact that the cornerstone of their relationship was honesty. They loved each other, they admired each other, and they desired each other.

But in the hotel on the night of their wedding, they discovered something about each other neither of them expected.

Andrew was eager to get Jane out of her white gown and get into her wet pussy. Jane, you see, had been deferring the consummation of their love saying that, though not religious, she wished to wait until they were married before engaging in coitus. Now that the fateful night had come, Andrew’s desire for his bride had reached its pinnacle.

He slowly unzipped the back of the dress and helped Jane out of it with care. She wore a white satin bra, white panties, and lacey white thigh-high nylon stockings. Nearly naked, she sat on the couch and pulled Andrew towards her. He had already removed his tuxedo jacket, tie, and shirt. As he stood in front of Jane, he removed his t-shirt. She had already seen him topless before, but the smoothness of his chest, which lacked any hair, struck her as unusually feminine. But then she unbuttoned the button on his tuxedo slacks and unzipped the fly, pulling the pants down past his pelvis. She was shocked at what she saw!

Instead of boxers or tighty-whities, he was wearing a transparent, satin black thong! His cock was pressed up against the see-through material, barely contained by the tiny triangular fabric, stretching it to almost the breaking point.

“Oh wow!” she said as her face was inches away from the contained cock. She had never seen him nude before. “Are these yours?”

“Whose else would they be?”

“Mine,” she said.

He laughed and said, “No, I didn’t sneak into your panty drawer.”

“So you went to the store to buy these special?”

“These and a lot more like them.”

“I see.”

She slid the pants all the way down to his ankles, revealing a second surprise. He wasn’t wearing black socks, as she assumed. He was wearing sheer lacey black thigh-high nylon stockings, almost identical to hers. In their nylons, they were like yin and yang.

“Well, well, well,” she said, “what is this all about?”

“Do you like?” he asked her nervously.

“I do. Just about anything kinky gets me wet,” she said seductively.

He was thrilled. He had taken a real chance by dressing up like this under his wedding tux, but he had to know how she’d feel about his kinks. All was going to plan. He had suspected it would, but out of fear of rejection, ridicule, or even worse, indifference, he had not revealed this side of himself to her ever before.

“Shall you be Mistress’s little Sub-Boy?”

This question from her took him aback. He had not thought this far along in the chess game.

“I am Mistress’s little Sub,” he said, furtively, fearful of the wrong answer.

“Go fetch Mistress’s bag,” she said to him. He brought to her the large weekender bag she had in addition to her suitcase.

She reached in. He had no idea what was next. Out of the bag she pulled a paperback book – Match, Cinder & Spark, Volume IV: Sexy Shorts. It had a drawing of a woman in tight blue shorts, bent over on the cover.

“Mistress likes to read,” she said. “Make Mistress an ottoman so Mistress can put her feet up.”

He complied by getting on his knees on the floor and turning himself into a stool for her feet. She sat in the comfortable chair and read while he dutifully demeaned himself to her will. However, time went by and he began to wonder if any relief to the raging erection he had at the mere touch of her silken-clad feet was to come.

“Mistress,” he whimpered.

“Yes little Sub?”

“May I please smell your pussy?”

“Yes little Sub.”

She spread her legs and allowed him a good whiff of her cunt through her white satin panties.

“Mistress,” he asked again.

“Yes little Sub?”

“May I please kiss your ass?”

“Yes little Sub,” she said, turning over in her chair.

He kissed her ass.

“That is all,” she insisted, putting an end to his probing tongue. “Mistress wishes to recline on the couch,” she added. “Stand by me, little Sub, and allow me to amuse myself with your member while I continue reading my book.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Andrew, standing at attention, allowing himself to be used and fondled as plaything of her whim.

“Little Sub,” she said eventually.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Lick my clit.”

“Mistress?” he asked, taken aback by the request.

“You heard me. Get on your knees and lick my clit as I read. I have come to a particularly puissant passage and I wish to be stimulated orally.”

She spread her legs and allowed him to pull her panties to the side far enough for his mouth to make contact. All the while she kept reading her book.

He got down between his mistress’s legs and began to lick politely, respectfully.

“Fuck my cunt with your tongue, damn it! Make me cum. Now!” she demanded.

He licked, sucked, flicked, and fucked her orally as best he could.

“Yes, that’s it – make your mistress moan!”

She came, and her cunt drizzled its joyful juices on the white leather couch causing a puddle under her ass.

“Mistress?” he asked once he had emerged from her love-spot.

“Yes little Sub?” she asked breathily.

“Will we ever consummate our love?”

“Little Sub, you have that long protrusion in your panties and I think that as punishment for that, you shall never be able to use it.”

Andrew’s erection grew powerfully in his panties as he contemplated the thought of ever desiring his wife, never satisfying her, never releasing his pent-up phallic powers.

She got up to pee and while she did, Andrew grabbed the book that was lying open to the page Jane had been reading. It was a story called “Pound” and it had some very taboo imagery in it.

“What are you doing?” Jane demanded when she returned.

“Uh, um, reading Mistress.”

“Without permission?”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

She got on the couch across from him and used her feet to tease his cock as he read.

“Is this the story that brought you to an orgasm?” he asked.

“And if it is?” she replied superciliously.

“Well, then I suppose there are more kinks about you that I have yet to discover.”

“Isn’t that what love is all about – the slow reveal of each other’s depravity?”

“I hadn’t thought of it like that.”

“You would if you read more about H.H. and Lola.”

“Am I allowed to cum to her, or them?”

“Absolutely not!”

“But you are?” he asked.

“Mistress’s needs are not for you. Mistress keeps her cunt off limits. All her erotic experience is in the mind, in words, in the denial of the dissipation of your desire. I shall keep you around as my obedient canine. You shall obey your Mistress and never give in to the aching needs between your hind quarters. You shall ever remain in a state of perpetual penile priapism.”

Andrew could not have found a better match for his masochistic longings for a sadistic matriarch to marry.

Introducing Elizabeth Wylde

Posted on March 9, 2022 by Lola Down

Elizabeth Wylde

“Lizzy, the book got returned,” Lola said as she sat on the couch, playing with her cooch.

I could hear Lizzy, that is, Elizabeth Wylde, on the other end of the phone let out a moan of disappointment.

“They won’t deliver to P.O. boxes. What should we do?”

“Try this address,” said Lizzy, telling Lo where to have the book shipped. “It’s my aunt and uncle’s house, but they won’t mind.”

Lo laughed. “You sure? What if they open it accidentally?”

Lizzy also laughed and said, “That would be a tough one to explain.”

About two weeks later the book, Match, Cinder & Spark, Volume IV: Sexy Shorts, arrived for Aunt and Uncle Wylde. They didn’t open it, but they were curious. They called Lizzy and she came over one Sunday to pick it up.

“Aren’t you going to open it?” asked Auntie Wylde.

“Nah, I know what it is.”

“What is it, Lizzy?”

“A book for work.”

“Work?” asked Uncle Wylde.

Now Lizzy got herself into it. Lizzy’s work, you see, is sexy phone chat.

“Yes,” she responded, “work.”

“I thought you were out of work since the pandemic started,” inquired her aunt.

“I’ve picked up a job I can do out of the house.”

“Really? And what is that?”

Lizzy had to think quick on her feet. “Customer service. . . for BJs. I make sure everyone gets what they want.”

“Oh, so I might get you next time a package is lost?”

“You might,” said Lizzy, laughing to herself.

“So, what is that?” asked her uncle, returning to the rectangular shaped package in Lizzy’s hands.

“Instruction manual.”

“Don’t they have that online?”

“Top secret. The internet isn’t to be trusted,” said Lizzy.

Luckily, she managed to get out of that jam without opening the book in front of them.

She quickly drove home, stripped naked, hopped into bed, and opened up her literotically Lola paperback.

Just as she was about to feast upon the non-fiction fuckery, her work phone rang. It was Henry, a regular client. At his request, Lizzy told him exactly what she was up to. He requested that she read to him. She opened the book to the middle and began reading the story, “Home Entertainment.” She had no idea what she was in for! As the story progressed, Lizzy realized the taboo topic she had waded into and waded is the right word for she was very, very wet by this point. She could hear Henry moaning on the other end of the line and soon enough both of them were climaxing together to the cadence of the chapter.

When she was done, she pulled out her laptop and added a line to her brief bio:

Hi, I’m Elizabeth Wylde – a sexy, crazy, caring, fun-loving girl who provides erotic phone conversations. I’m a sex addict who channels my issues through making explicit adult content. I love being watched and turning people on, getting them hot, making them cum. In some weird way it’s an exciting accomplishment just knowing that you blow a huge load or squirt by fantasizing about little ole me! Give me a call for some sexy talk or, if you want, I’ll read you a taboo tale from Match, Cinder & Spark – my favorite collection of literary smut.

When she was done, her phone rang again. It was Henry coming back for more.

HERE is Lizzy’s LINKTREE and a few fun photos too!