This is part six of a serial narrative. For maximum enjoyment, please begin with part one.
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I don't understand how I got this lucky. It's 11 a.m. on a Wednesday and I'm sitting at home drinking coffee and reading emails while Chloe sucks my cock.
It's mid-July. Jen and Lena are gone on a trip to Jen's aunt for eight days.
They had been planning the trip for a while. I expected I would be able to spend at least some of the time they'd be gone with Chloe, but hadn't had an opportunity to talk to her about it. Then a couple weeks ago, Chloe came over for a prearranged hangout with Lena and purposefully arrived a little early when she figured I'd be the only one around.
Lena had told her about the trip. She pitched the idea of spending
every
day they were away with me. I balked at the suggestion at first.
"I do have work and other responsibilities that I can't drop for a whole week," I told her. "Plus, I do value my alone-time."
"I know," she replied. "You'll be free to do any of that stuff. I'll just hang around, doing my own thing. But at any-
any
- time you want to take a break, I'll be there to be used in any way you want."
"Any way?"
"That's right."
"At any time?"
"You heard me."
We took a few minutes to hammer out the details, including that she'd park two streets away, so people wouldn't make a connection between her car and my house. We had just finished figuring things out when Lena came inside.
"Oh?" she said, looking at Chloe. "You're unusually punctual."
"She just got here a minute before you did," I told her. "Still it was long enough for me to bore her to tears."
"He was telling me facts about Teddy Roosevelt," Chloe told Lena.
"Sorry," says Lena, rolling her eyes. "He does that. Let's go upstairs."
Jen and Lena left on Saturday. Then Chloe moved in. Well, not really. She has been hanging here during the day and well into the evening, but last night was the first she stayed over. And it will be the only one, too. We had agreed: she could explain away one night away from home to her mom, but a whole week would be too risky.
Chloe has been as good as her word. She spends most of her time hanging around, staying comfortable, watching tv or doing god-knows-what on her phone. A couple of evenings she made dinner. Her mom, Danae, taught her to cook Greek food. Not something I eat often, but I can appreciate most kinds of food if they're done well and Danae taught Chloe well.
And as she promised, anytime I've wanted something, I've taken it. Like on Monday, I had just finished a long virtual meeting with an old friend who lives across the country. The college he works for is hosting a national conference of classical musicians that I'm helping him organize. I stepped out of my office to go to the kitchen and grab something to drink, when I spotted Chloe in the living room. She was on the couch, lying on her belly, facing away from me, watching something on her phone. She was only wearing socks, purple panties, and a thin white tank top. Her ass looked so plump as it gutted up toward the ceiling, I needed to fuck her from behind.
I walked over to her, she took no notice of me. I grabbed her ass in both hands. Beyond a sudden inhale, she didn't react. I spent a minute or two rubbing and squeezing those dense, buoyant cheeks. I pulled her panties off. Still, she kept watching tiktok. I pulled my rock hard cock out and stroked it with one hand, while the other explored between her cheeks and legs. She may have acted like this wasn't getting to her, but she was thoroughly wet. I climbed onto the coach and planked above her. I lowered my cock down and penetrated her soaking pussy. Still she stayed focused on her phone. I went slow and steady, basically doing pushups above her with my hips dropped down.
I looked at her phone. She was watching videos of some blonde slut in a tube top interviewing idiot dudes on a beach somewhere. The girl was asking them questions like, "what's your best pick up line?" and "how many times do you come in day?" The videos were stupid with no entertainment value, but damn the chick was
hot
, her big tits barely staying within her tube top each time she pretended to laugh at one of the guy's predictable answers.
I knew Chloe was only pretending to pay attention to her phone as a game, but it wasn't a game I was going to let her win. I pulled out of her suddenly, sending a shock through her system.
"Ass up," I told her.
Without a word, she pulled her knees in, pushing her ass in the air for mounting. I got behind her, one knee on the coach, one foot on the floor. I reentered her, pushing in deep right away. And then I went to fucking town. I began pounding her. Within a minute, she had dropped her phone to the floor and was gripping the coach for dear life. Her asshole was looking straight up at me. I put my thumb in my mouth, got it good and wet, then pushed it deep within her ass. She screamed as she came. I grabbed her by the hips, my fingers digging deep into her flesh, as I pounded mercilessly. My orgasm was long, every muscle in my torso pulled as tight as possible. I poured my cum deep within her.
When I was done, I headed straight to the kitchen to get that drink. I looked back. She had picked her phone back up and was browsing social media again, seemingly oblivious to the semen that was trickling out of her. She didn't say a word to me until a half hour later when she declared she was going to leave to hang out with Jazlyn for a while.
We'd had a handful of quickies like that each day with a more extended session in the evening, which she still referred to as her 'lessons.'
Last night's lesson was in bondage. It had never really been my kink, though I had always enjoyed fair enough it when I tried it. That was before Chloe. The sight of her on my bed -her hands tied to the headboard, her ankles each lashed to a corner of the bed- was a sight I will never forget. I've always enjoyed teasing and tormenting, but last night I didn't even bring my own cock into play for at least an hour. But when I finally did, it was savage and glorious.
But after all of last night's taunting, playing, and, in the end, outright
brutal
fucking, it ended sweetly. I laid down in bed and she snuggled her naked body close to me, her head and a hand on my chest. I gently stroked her raven hair. And in that position, we fell into a tranquil sleep.
This morning, I was dreaming of an old friend from years ago, Stacey McClellend. She was tiny, only 4'10", but with a mane of brilliant red hair and thousands of freckles across her pale face. We made out once at a party. In my dream, I was back at that party, but things finally went further. She knelt down before me, looked up at me with her jewel-green eyes, pulled my cock out, and started sucking it down.
I gradually awoke and came to realize that Chloe was sucking me in the real world.
"Haven't you had enough?" I mumbled at her.
"Not at all," she replied. "I'm pretty sure I'm addicted. Honestly, it's a problem."
Her tone was vague, I wasn't sure if she was joking or making a serious confession.
"I woke up a few minutes ago," she continued as she stroked me, "and looked over to see this gorgeous dick. It dawned on me that you've never come in my mouth. So I thought I'd blow you 'til you did."
"Good luck," I told her. "I don't really know why, but I can almost never come from a blowjob alone."
"That can't be true."
"Well I'd tell you to ask Jen..."
"
Funny
."
"But it's not just a
her
thing. It's true of me no matter what partner. But, you know, get down there, keep trying."
She did as she was told.
"Oh fuck, yeah, that's- that's good. It frustrated a couple partners. I was once at a party and a gay friend of mine told me it was because I only ever got blowjobs from girls. That only men know how to satisfy a man that way."
She pulled my saliva-soaked cock out of her mouth.
"You should have told him to prove it."
"I didn't. Jen did."
"You're kidding?!"
"I think she took offense and wanted to embarrass the guy. I also think she just found it funny."
"So wait, you let him?"
