Lolita Wolf's Predictions & Predilections

It was quite late on Saturday night at the Dark Odyssey Sexorama. The Garden of Carnal Delights had been even better this year, but it was over and most folks had drifted away to their cabins or the bonfire or somewhere. The Objectification Room was closed. I entered the Brothel. The whores had finished for the night. I watched as Daddy D fucked a woman in lingerie. He has a great ass. I have watched him fuck before. Actually I had seen him fuck this particular woman last year. A guy sidled up to me, “That’s my slave. Daddy D fucks her here every year.” I looked at him. He was really proud of this. I smiled and said, “That’s really cool!” and walked out.

Nothing going on in the Makeout room. I headed back to the Orgy Room. Selina had hooked up with a guy. He had shaved his goatee and mustache and he was transformed into a she with a tasteful black cocktail dress, classic black pumps with rather slender spikes (for being at camp), a blond wig and makeup. Selina stood over the scene while her date sucked Marcus’ cock. Jefferson was at the girl’s other end. This “girl” was not very good at sucking dick and it did not look like Jefferson was going to get into that tiny little tensed-up asshole. I walked back out onto the porch.

Sir B had shown up and stood below the porch. Our paths have been crossing for the last ten years or so. There’s always some flirting with us, but we have never hooked up. We talk for a while. Sir B wants to know if I am getting my needs met. At that point Daddy D exits the Brothel and laughs, “Oh, don’t you worry about Lolita. She is just where she wants to be and has things under control.”

Daddy D joins Sir B below the porch and they start talking sex. Blah blah blah. This is not going anywhere. There’s desire but they seem to have put up a lot of barriers – two dominants – yadda yadda yadda. I interrupt and suggest action right now, right here.

So, Sir B goes down on Daddy D.OK, so we got some hot boy on boy action here. I kneel down and suck on Daddy D’s nipples. He has no hair on his chest, baby smooth skin and shiny jewelry pierced through his nipples. The best boy on boy action is when I am right there up close or, better yet, a part of it. At some point Jefferson appeared and watched. I toyed with the idea of getting him involved but then thought that these boys could really figure that on their own or at least they need to learn how to do that. But anyway, I had come up with a different brilliant idea and scurried back to the Orgy Room to grab a glove and some lube. I know what Daddy D likes.

I shoved the glove in B’s hand, not saying anything. With two dominants, you kinda have to gently facilitate. B took the glove. I ripped open the packet of Astroglide and waited patiently until B held his gloved hand out. I lubed him up and the hand went to Daddy D’s ass. Jefferson then expressed concern about Marcus. Marcus was injured and on crutches. I jumped up, “I’ll go blow him!”

I bounded into the Orgy Room but Marcus was already occupado. A nice leatherman man was sucking Marcus’ cock. Good! I went back outside.

Sir B and Daddy D were going at it. Jefferson was standing and watching. “Marcus is already getting his cock sucked. So, I’ll just suck yours.” I dropped to my knees and Jefferson dropped his shorts. I took him in deep. He started pounded into me and banging the back of my throat. I almost threw up at one point. But I kept it up. His cum shot on my shirt and in my hair and on my badge. And then he kissed me. I like how he kisses.

We left Sir B and Daddy D by the porch and went back to the Orgy Room. Jefferson and I reclined together and watched Marcus and the leatherman. It was comfortable.

NG walked in when the sex was over but not the sighing and caressing. He was one of the medical staff at DO and wanted to check on Marcus and his knee. Conscientious and attentive. He was carrying his ritual sword. The leatherman’s wife asked about it and asked to hold it. NG started explaining about it and then lifted his shirt to show the sword depicted in the tattoo on his abdomen.

After NG left, I jumped up and lifted my petticoat. “What the fuck?” exclaimed Marcus when he saw I had the same tattoo on my thigh. “That was my ex,” I said with a wry smile. “And, yes, I do love my tattoo very much.”