Lady luck – part 2

“Like this, you mean?”

“That’s exactly the right position, Ms Doofer. Now all I do is to put my hand down here and find out what your exact market potential is.”

Chloe gasped and wriggled around on top of my stiff cock like a landed fish.

“Oh! I’ve never been surveyed before. Not like this, anyway. It’s a pretty fun thing, isn’t it?”

“It sure is — and guess what, Ms, I’ve determined that you’re about as ready for a numero uno fucking as you’re ever likely to be in your life.”

“You know, Mr Donkeydick, I was sure myself I would be — isn’t that a coincidence? But how much is it going to cost me though?”

“Uh — a hundred francs.”

“But I don’t have any francs.”

“No, but you will have when I take you to Paris. Now get your clothes off.”

“Oh, you salesmen are all so masterful! I love it!”

It was no surprise at all that when I took her sweater off to find nothing at all underneath it. Chloe doesn’t need any support but she’s got everything she needs to let you know you’ve got her attention. And the kick I got from having her in my arms — well, if NASA could put it into a rocket we’d have gotten to Mars long ago.

“Rand, it’s so much fun being with you. You’re my kind of fool.”

“The feeling’s mutual, honey. But about this deal … I guess I went over the top, hey?”

“Aww, hell, you mean I’m not going to Paris after all? Why, Mr Donkeydick, I just bet you’re not going to screw me either — some salesman!”

“Come on, Chloe, you know what I’m talking about. I’m talking about Piet Schmued.”

“What about him? Can’t I start off with the good looking one before I have to work my way down the list to the Bill Gates lookalikes?”

“Jees, Chloe, I only just found you — OK, you only just found me, I guess I mean to say. But it’s not been 48 hour yet and already I’m talking about losing you.”

She settled down on top of my legs, put her arms around my neck and kissed me lightly on the lips.

“Rand, you fool, you’re not losing me. We’re headed for the big time, together. We just need to get things started, that’s all. Hey, and don’t think I didn’t notice how fast you got back here as soon as I started talking about hitting on one of those guys. I don’t think it was because you wanted to give any lectures on morality. So how about getting started and doing something with me, Mr Donkeydick?”

I growled like a menacing bear and slid my hands around her tight little buns. Smooth, smooth skin, all the way. “Say, Ms Doofer, aren’t you kind of undercovered back there?”

She giggled: “Oh yeah, it’s that boss of mine, that randy Rand. He’s such an pain the ass that I only get to keep my job by showing him mine all the time.”

“Yeah? The guy must be some kind of seriously sick pervert … Say, can I take a look as well?”

“You mean like me taking my clothes off?”

“I guess that’s one way of doing it.”

“OK, let’s try it and see what happens.”

What happened was that I found myself next to the near naked body of the sexiest girl I’d ever seen anywhere, anytime.

Maybe Chloe wouldn’t have got past the door at Hugh Hefner’s mansion but then again maybe she would. Ask me why she always made me feel such a horny son of a bitch and I’ll give you a straight answer — I’d never known a girl before who just plain damn enjoyed being a girl so much. Maybe that makes sense to you, maybe not, but it always has done for me.

“So is this what your boss makes you do?”

“Sure. And you wouldn’t believe what he makes me do next. Why I’d be too embarrassed to even tell you.”

“Aw, shucks, ma’m, why a decent southern gal like you shouldn’t have to tell me about all these dirty goings on. Why, you just hush your mouth and show me what you have to do.”

“But I have to use my mouth to show you.”

“That’s fine, Ms Doofer, you go right ahead. I’ll kind of think of something else while you’re busy. Honestly, I don’t give a damn.”

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 twelve 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.”