Hot Lady luck

I took a quick decision that I could probably live with that kind of treatment and lay back on the sofa as Chloe deftly finished stripping me. Then she knelt down beside me.

For a slip of a girl she had strong hands. She kept a grip on my shaft like a receiver taking a free ball and worked me up into a tight end with a few quick passes. I hadn’t had my meat beaten so hard or fast since I had a one night stand with a lady orchestra conductor from Pittsburgh. Although I’ve got to admit that she showed me a sure fire way of knowing Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony whenever I heard it beginning.

“Take it easy, Chloe, please. Just looking at you is enough to make me come … ”

“No problem, Rand. You stay calm and quiet while I suck your cock and you think about the different ways you can fuck me.”

Yeah, great, that should really calm me down. Maybe I could think about something else while it was happening? Perhaps she’d only give me a few licks instead of the full treatment?

Huh! There were city sanitation trucks out there cleaning the drains which couldn’t suck as well as Chloe vacuum cleaned the top of my prick. And all I could do take my mind off sex was to play with her lovely little ass. 

I closed my eyes as well but that seemed to make it worse, then I opened them again and saw all that lovely blonde hair hanging down over my crutch and I moaned at the effort of holding myself back. Any guy this chick couldn’t raise was overdue for burying.

Just to see how human she was I slipped my fingers down and under to her cunt and ran them along where my tongue had been. Her legs instantly opened wider and I felt Chloe rubbing herself against my hand. It seemed like this was the time to start getting serious.

“Hey, Chloe, how about we fuck?”

“What a good idea.”

I put her down on the couch, grabbed her legs, lifted them up and apart, and then hesitated for a second. It’s not something I’d normally do with an opportunity like this wide open and waiting, but … curiosity is a very powerful emotion too.

“Who are you, Chloe? How did you get here?”

She smiled that kind of half secret smile again, put out her right hand, gripped my cock with her strong fingers and slid me into her: “Ask no questions, lover, just enjoy what comes your way.”

It seemed like as much information as I was going to get and anyway there were other things which needed urgent attention.

Somehow we quickly maneuvered ourselves onto the end of the couch, the woodwork groaning and Chloe softly moaning as I rammed my cock into her as deeply as I could. The muscles inside her which had been a barrier at first now held me tightly, squeezing and guiding the entire length of my shaft as it worked in and out of her lovely body.

“I’m your fuck toy, Rand, I’m your fuck toy. I love having you inside me.”

“You can’t be real, you can’t be!”

“Don’t I feel real, Rand?”

“Yes, but … ahhhh … if you were a real woman, about now you’d be complaining about the color the ceiling was painted.”

She giggled: “I don’t have a thing to complain about, lover, not as long as you keep fucking me like this. I’ll always be more of a real woman for you than that useless dyke bitch you just dumped.”

Now that was something which nearly stopped me dead in my strokes. How the hell did Chloe know about Jodie? Even if it was hearsay evidence: yes, Jodie’s sexual preferences were wide ranging, but the real truth was they hadn’t been wide ranging enough to include me for very long. She’d dumped me, not me her. But it wasn’t a point I felt like arguing about.

“It’s OK.” I gasped, “I’m starting to get over the pain now.”

Chloe’s fingers dug into my shoulders like claws: “Are you quite sure about that?”

“Yes!”

“How about letting me get over you. You sit down and have a rest break for a while.”

What the hell, the way this girl performed I didn’t care if we went forty minutes each way with a marching band in the middle. But what I did care about was a buzzing noise I heard as soon as her back was turned to me.

“What the fuck is that?”

“Only a vibrator, lover. To get me really moving for you.”

“Where the hell did that come from?”

“It was under a cushion on the couch. One of your other girls must have left it there.”

No way. I’m not a slob and I clean the apartment out properly every week. There sure hadn’t been anything hidden underneath the cushions on the couch the last time I’d been through the place: even more surely, there hadn’t been a girl in the place since.

“None of them could have!”

“Oh well, it must have been the maid then. Listen, am I boring you by being here, Rand?”

“No! No! Chloe, please stay. I don’t care if you pull an oscar out of your ass and make an acceptance speech, not as long as you stay here!”

“Oh well, that’s alright then.” She laughed like a little girl. “Now let’s see if I can both of us at once with this.”

I felt the tingling vibrations through her cent first as she squirmed around on my cock and the vibrator; then the tip of it nudged up against my balls. The shockwaves flowed up through them and into the top of my cock, driving it up and further into Chloe than I’d thought I could ever manage. But even if it was a personal best I didn’t throw her off, she stayed on top of me like a champion rodeo bull rider.