Lady

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.

"Rand! I love you!"

I was real impressed with her as well, but I was getting sick and tired of being treated like a stupid kid, what with the way she'd been teasing me ever since she'd first appeared. Maybe some rougher treatment would shake the truth out of her.

I turned her round, impaled her straight down on top of my cock again and lowered her onto the floor like a rag doll. Then I grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard.

"Come on, Chloe. Who are you, how come you know so much about me?"

"Do you really want to hurt me, Rand?"

"No, I just ... "

My voice dried up as I asked myself what the hell I thought I was doing. She was right, she was the best thing that had ever happened to me and already I was screwing things up between us because of my own stupidity.

I took my hands away from her boobs and instead used them to help support her weight.

"No, Chloe, I don't want to hurt you -- not ever."

"But you want to know about me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I need to know if there's any chance of seeing you again."

"For a fuck, Rand?"