Painting of Lola by Erics Figure Art
[Continued from Feedie for a Night]
It was the Saturday before Halloween. The night of the party. Lo had tried on, adjusted, removed, retried, readjusted the Princess Leia costume at least ten times. She tried manipulating a sash to go across her tum, but that didn’t work. Not only would it not stay up, it also disguised the costume to the extent that she just looked like a woman from 1001 Nights. She tried a cape that, if she felt she needed it, she could drape it around her. She thought that would be a good compromise and she tucked the cape into the collar of the costume. But it kept falling out. She tried using a binder clip to affix it, but that was uncomfortable. In the end she said, “Fine. Fuck it!”
“That’s what everyone will be saying to you at the party,” I reassured her, “Very fine. I’ll fuck it.”
“I’m not an it,” she reminded me.
“I know, but I get poetic license for the sake of a pun.”
“Whatever.”
She was in a grouchy mood because, no matter what she did, her round rolls of her tum were prominent. “It’s like I have three sets of tits,” she complained.
“What?” I asked.
“Here, here, and here,” she said, running her hands over her breasts and then her first roll round the middle of her tum and then her second roll just above her black triangle.
“Lo, but that’s what Mr. Biggs (and I, if I say so myself) find so fucking attractive about you!”
“Fat fetishizing.”
“Darling, if you weren’t fat, I’d fetishize on something else about you.”
“So you’re saying I’m fat!”
“You said it!”
“Grrrrrr.”
BBMPDG Lola
Lo’s phone rang. It was Mr. Biggs.
“I gotta run!” Lo said to me, darting towards the door.
“No kiss?”
She scuttled back in her brown, strappy heels to give me a peck on the cheek.
“I wish I could go with you,” I said.
“I’ll tell you all about it,” she said with a wink.
“You’ll have fun at your party,” she said.
As it turned out, I had been invited to a party down the street. Lo said that if the party she was going to with Mr. Biggs was a bust, then she’d join me. In order to keep with her costume theme, I had bought a Boba Fett outfit, just in case.
Lo was off. I heard the car pull away from the curb. For an account of the Hutt’s mistreatment of the Princess, I had to wait until later that night when Lo returned home. She never did make it to join me at my humdrum Halloween party.
A.I. of Lola and Leia with Darth Vader
It was past three in the morning when I heard the clickity-clop of my princess’s heels on the wooden floor in the hallway. She took her shoes off there and then silently slipped into the bedroom and into the master bath. She turned on the light and left the door slightly ajar. I saw her from the darkness of the bed as she brushed her teeth, still dressed in her costume. She then sat on the toilet, peed, and came to bed.
“Daddy, are you awake?”
I feigned sleep. I didn’t want her to think I was so eager.
“Daddy,” she whispered again, closer to my ear.
I grunted.
She reached for my cock under the covers.
“You’re hard,” she whispered with joy in her voice. She wanted to get laid, I could tell.
I grunted again.
“Stay asleep,” she coaxed, “roll on your back. Let me use your cock. I’ll be quick, I promise.”
I rolled on my back. She pulled my pj bottoms down. She lowered herself down on my erect shaft slowly. She was soaking wet. I slid in easy as could be.
She began bopping up and down, using her index and middle fingers of her right hand to rub circles around her clit. She was cumming within seconds. Her moans, groans, and prayers to God were not quiet. I opened my eyes. I saw she was still in her princess getup.
“Lola?” I said, as if startled from a dream.
“Shhh, Daddy, I’m almost done.”
“How was your night?” I asked. I didn’t want her to be done.
“It was good.”
“Good?” I asked. I was looking for something a bit more descriptive than “good.”
She was posting up-and-down on my cock, revving up for her second orgasm. Her front teeth were biting down on her lower lip.
“Tell me more,” I implored.
“Grab my tum,” she said.
I did. It was bouncing up and down and jiggling, just how I like it.
“Am I fat, Daddy?”
Trick question. Was she in the mood to be fat? Would saying yes ruin the mood? I rolled the dice.
“Yes.”
“Fuckable fat?”
“Yes.”
“Freaky fat?”
“Yes.”
She brought herself to an orgasm. She lifted her pussy up off of my rod to rain her cum down on me and then turn around, reverse cowgirl, and slip right back into the saddle. I noticed as she did so that she was clean shaven. When she left the house a few hours ago, she had a hairy bush.
She rode me as I watched her ass rise and fall with stronger and stronger strides down on my cock. It was as if she needed more, deeper, longer, harder, thicker, fatter.
I could hear her sloppy, wet pussy slapping down and splashing on my hips. She groaned and growled in rhythm with her own beat. The sound grew more insistent. She was reaching, striving for that second (or third?) orgasm, but not quite reaching it. She pulled forward and turned around on all fours.
“Get behind me!” she insisted, as if there was no time to lose. “Get in me and fuck me. Fuck me hard!”
I was on my knees pounding my pelvis into her, slamming her with every ounce of energy I had. Her head was bouncing forward into the headboard of the bed. She didn’t care. The new position wasn’t doing it for her. She pulled off of me. She got on her back and slid to the side of the bed with her legs in the air. The sheets and blankets were soaked by now.
I stood on the side of the bed and held her ankles as I entered her pussy.
“Grab my tits,” she said. “Pull.” I pulled her nipples.
“Grab my tum,” she said. “Slap it.” I did. I held it with my fingers like it was dough for kneading. I slapped it. I slapped her tits. She grabbed my right hand and moved it to her cheek. I knew what she wanted. I don’t like to do it. She slowly moved my hand in the motion of what she wanted me to do. I followed through. I slapped her, gently at first, across the face.
“Again!” she said.
I slapped her again.
“Harder!”
I slapped her harder.
I did this around ten times.
“Now my pussy,” she said.
I pulled out and slapped her pussy with my palm.
“Harder, faster.”
I gave her pussy about ten hard slaps.
She was frustrated. She pushed me away. With her legs in the air, she slapped her own pussy as if punishing it severely. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Until she was squirting all over the floor. She fell backwards and collapsed in the sopping wet bed. She passed out, leaving me standing over her, hard-up.
I walked away, went to the bathroom, washed up, dried off, and then walked to the living room couch where I went to sleep.
In the next installment – Leia and the Hutt
