Lady Luck 2

(Part 4 from 7)

Chloe eased down my pant's zip: "Then I'll have to be careful not to do anything you might notice, Mr Donkeydick. Not something like this, maybe ... "

She gently put her mouth against my briefs and expelled a blast of warm breath through the thin material. Of course I was much too self controlled to respond to a girl bronx cheering my balls, apart from twitching like a guy in an electric chair cranking up a terminal power bill.

"I'm not disturbing you at all, am I, Mr Donkeydick?"

"Never felt a thing, Ms Doofer."

"Fine."

"Well, that's kind of strange, there seems to be a lot more meat packed away in here in here now than there was a minute ago. What could have caused that?"

"It's a trade secret, Ms Doofer. Like I say, we have to do a lot of training in my job to meet all kinds of situations."

"Can I take a peek, please? Please? Pretty please with sugar on?"

"OK: if you really want to."

I was expecting her to take hold of my waistband. Only with her hands, not with her teeth. Then Chloe looked up and grinned as if she was about 18 years old and caught raiding the cookie jar. God, it was happening again, feelings like I'd never had before. Sex is great, sex with a beautiful girl is great, but sex with a beautiful girl with personality plus is something else again -- especially when she seems to be as happy as you are.


She snorted with laughter through her nose, shook her head from side to side like a terrier worrying a rag, then pushed her nose down inside the briefs as though it was rathole.

 I could even her sniffing as she pressed her nose against the tip of a iron hard cock that was waiting to meet her. If you'd offered me my choice of any other three girls to take Chloe's place I wouldn't have wanted to know. And I would have bet that a hell of a lot of other guys would have felt the same way as well.

Mind you, I did wonder if I was going way over the top in my feelings about her. Until I looked down and watched her pulling off my shoes like a little slave girl with that same high octane mixture of school girl naughtiness and burning sexuality.

Right then and there I knew that Piet Schmued was as good as on the payroll. No matter what other women he had in his life, Chloe would trump them every which way. As soon as I was down to my socks she grabbed hold of my pants and started hauling them off as eagerly as she'd gone after my shoes.

"You don't mind me taking your clothes off do you, Mr Donkydick? I have to do it all the time for my boss because he's too lazy to do it for himself."

"Is that right? Why do you keep on working for him then?"

"I think it must be because he fucks me stupid every day. The thing is, he has such a lovely cock and I can't resist it. But yours seems even better. Would you mind if I played around with it for a little while? Just for some comparison shopping?"

I was having to try really hard not to laugh.

"Well, OK, as long as you don't mind unwrapping it."

"Oh, that's no problem at all." She crawled on her hands and knees between my legs and started calling out softly: "Cockie, cockie, come to mummy -- I've got a treat for you."

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