Lady Luck 2

God, but it was good having her lips around my cock and her tongue giving the best massage you can get this side of paradise. I really, really wanted to watch her doing that to me but it was too early to give up on the challenge. So I began playing out a little film sequence on the back of my eyelids. A scene with Piet and Chloe.

He was sitting in my office chair and Chloe was dressed as she had been when I walked in today. But now she was kneeling in front of the chair and doing to Piet exactly what she was doing to me now. Every time she bobbed her head down onto my cock I could imagine her doing the same for him: every lick I was getting I could imagine Piet getting -- in my chair, in my office, from my girl. And I didn't kid myself at all that Chloe wouldn't give him just as good a head job as I was getting right now. The big son of a bitch was loving it, loving it! Leaning back and grinning as Chloe worked away on her knees at his cock as though he was some kind of a king ...

My hand reached out to touch Chloe's hair, to rest on her neck then pressing her face down to meet my upward thrusts. One of her hands matched my move, sliding up my chest to grip my shoulder, as though I might drift away otherwise.

I wondered if she had guessed what I was thinking about. She was sure smart enough: whatever, she was giving me a head pumping that would have kept the Titanic afloat. 

And I was directing another vivid film clip in my mind, a tiny fragment which kept looping around and around, with Chloe bent over the chair and Piet and I standing front and back as she sucked and wriggled between us. The only thing which changed was whether I was fucking her from behind as she sucked on Piet's cock, or whether I was filling her mouth as Piet chopped her wood pile for her. And as I got closer and closer to coming the positions changed ever more frequently.

I knew I had to open my eyes again and quickly too, or it would all be over before it had even begun: the images of sharing Chloe with Piet were building up pressure inside my groin like a volcano getting ready to blow. I caught hold of her, lifted her up, turned round and pulled her down onto my lap.

Somehow I found myself fingering Chloe as though what I'd visualised had actually happened and she was a little slut who needed some rough handling. I suppose I was waiting for her to pull away from me.

It didn't turn out that way though. Chloe pressed back against me and one of her arms clamped tightly around my neck as I forced her cunt open.

"Go on, Rand, go on!" She was blowing gusts of air out through her nose. I went deeper, faster, harder. She rode up and down on my fingers, her muscles sqeezing back against them as though I was waking a sleeping animal.

"Rand -- now! I want it now!"

I was as far inside her as I could reach and trying to keep Chloe on my lap was like trying to keep a gaffed tune from wriggling off the hook and back into the sea.

"How?"

"Lie down and I'll ride you, lover."

"So that's why you keep calling me Donkeydick."

She had an outburst of giggles: "No, you fool, that was because of your face. Now get down there."

"Aye, aye, skipper. Going down now."

I stretched out on the carpet: "Conning tower's ready for boarding and standing by to blow all tanks."

Chloe laughed out loud and settled herself on me: "OK, chief, let's make some waves here!"

What I really felt like was a racehorse which had just moved up from riding school to being ridden by an ace jockey. Every other girl who'd decided to throw her saddle over me had felt as heavy and awkward as a sack of potatoes. Chloe was light, she was little, she was lithe and lightning fast. 

I grabbed her hips and slam dunked her all the way up and down: my fantasies about young female gymnists were finally coming true. She moaned, her hair floating in swirling strands as she flicked her head backwards at the top of each ascent.

"Rand? I'll get Piet for you -- I will ... "

I didn't want to hear this -- I couldn't stop myself from wanting to hear it.