Lo’s Blue Dress

I was asleep when she walked in the dark bedroom.  Nights like this, when she spends the night out with friends or lovers, it isn’t quite sleep.  It’s more of a restful repose, just barely below the surface of consciousness.  When I heard the bedroom door open, I was instantly awake, but I didn’t dare open my eyes or stir.  I like to spy on her from the darkness.  With one eye open, I saw her remove her blue dress.  She wasn’t wearing a bra.  She had been wearing a bra when she left the house.  She wasn’t wearing panties when she left, so it was no surprise that she wasn’t wearing panties now.  She slipped out of her heels and walked barefoot and bare assed into the bathroom.  She turned the light on.  She sat, peed, got up, brushed her teeth, and then slid under the covers next to me.

“I know you’re awake,” she whispered.

“Now I am,” I said.

“And I know you’ve been a bad boy,” she said, reaching down to my crotch and grabbing my hard cock.

“Look at you – kitten calling the cock back.”

She chuckled and said, “The expression is the kettle calling the pot black.”

“You know what I mean.”

“You left your vagina in the bathroom,” she said, disapprovingly, speaking of my Stoya Fleshlight.

“It needs to air dry.  That’s what it says in the instructions.”

“So you used it?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Unlike Stoya, I don’t air dry.  I’m always wet.  Very wet.”

Stoya, Stoya’s Fleshlight, Art of Lola Down

“And full of Robert’s cum?”

“Get in me and find out.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” I said.

I climbed on top of her and spread her legs.  I slid in and sloshed about.  She moaned.

“Tell me,” I whispered in her ear.

“Am I wet?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Loose?”

“Very.”

She likes to hear how slippery and slutty she feels to me.

“Good,” she cooed in my ear.

“Tell me, what happened.”  I was eager.

“You first,” she said.

“What?  Why?”

“Because, if I tell you, you’ll cum and I want to hear about your night before you cum.”

She had a point.  Well, she had two points if you include what I was giving her below the sheets.

“Well, I began by looking at the blog of TJ like you suggested.”

“Yes.”

“She’s so like you, it’s uncanny.”

“I know.”

“But that just made me want you.”

“Good.”

“And as I was thinking about you with Robert, I took out the Stoya Fleshlight and went through your photos.  I looked at all the cumtributes you get from guys.  I looked at the pics you sent to Robert and others.  And then I came.  I came hard.”

“You came already tonight?!”

I thought she was mad.  Meekly, I said, “Yes.”

She came instantly.

When she recovered I asked her, “Are you mad?”

“No.  I’m just shocked that you’re hard again.”

“For you, Lo.”

“Are you sure you didn’t cum to TJ?”

TJ cumming to Lo

“Yes.  Very.”

“Good,” she said.

“Your turn,” I reminded her.

“Well, Daddy,” she began, knowing how to butter me up, “we met for drinks.  He thought I looked great.  I know I looked great because Robert wasn’t the only one staring at me.”

Just the thought of her walking into the bar was enough to put me over the edge.  I had to slow down while she continued talking.

“We had a couple of drinks,” she said in her soft voice directly into my ear, “and then went to the theater.  It had the big, leather, recliner chairs.  But those aren’t great for romance.  There’s the big, bulky armrest in separating you.  We were sitting in the very last row and I put my seat way back.  When the movie came on, I let the hem of my dress slide up and up and up.”

“Was he touching your knee?”

“He couldn’t reach.  But he could see.  It was an odd movie, but there were a few sexy scenes in it.  And Emma Stone. . .”  She trailed off as she came again.

Catching her breath she said, “Get behind me,” as she pulled out her phone to look at sexy pics of Emma Stone.

I got behind her and glanced over her shoulder at her phone.  “Get back there and fuck me like you fucked Stoya!” she commanded.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back as I thrust forward, deep into her.  I could feel the tip of my cock dipping into her deep well where someone else had already cum and gone.

Emma Stone The Favourite

“I just touched myself during the sex scenes,” she said in between gasps.  “He watched me.  He wanted me.  His right hand held my left and I squeezed hard every time my right hand brought me to an orgasm.”

She came as she recalled her climaxes in the theater.

“At a more boring point in the movie I got on my knees in front of him and pulled out his cock.  I put it in my mouth and went to town on it.”

Luckily for her and for me, I had cum earlier in the night and so was able to weather this blow-by-blow account.

“He didn’t cum, which disappointed me.  You know how I like to feel successful at everything I do.  I think he was nervous we’d get caught.  He lifted me up and tried to place me back in my seat, but I simply lifted up my tight blue dress and eased my ass down on his hard rod.  Sitting on his lap, like a stripper in the club, I slowly slid back-and-forth.  He came deep inside me.  That was just before the movie ended and as we walked out, I could feel his cum oozing down the inside of my legs.”

That was all I could take.  I exploded deep inside her, adding to her collection for the evening.

“That’s it, Daddio,” she said as I reached under her and slid my arms up to her breasts and held her tightly.  “Use me.  Make me yours again.  Fill me up.  Make me your cum-bucket.”  I collapsed on top of her and held her in my arms while imaginings of her night flickered through my rapidly darkening mind.