How Chloe Finally Got Some: Part 1
What does a hot girl have to do, to get some loving?
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“Jesus Cats!”
Chloe thought to herself as she slowly walked home on Saturday night, it shouldn't be this hard to get laid. At twenty four you would think she would have enough experience to be able to pick up a guy. It certainly wasn't from lack of trying.
She was a reasonably good looking gal. An old boyfriend had once said she was 'girl next door cute'. Her blue eyes and highlighted natural black hair looked good on her thin face. She always thought her legs and firm little butt, were her best features. One of her work perks was a gym membership, she took full advantage and kept in good shape.
In her teen years, she was a nerd and went to college on a full 'Stem Girls' scholarship. But her late-bloomer body opened even new opportunities and she was snatched up by a top sorority. Her social skills quickly developed and soon she was an assertive career girl with a very healthy sexual appetite. Too healthy, perhaps. It seems her assertive nature and latent Asperger's impatience was keeping her from bonding into a committed relationship.
She had a good job as an I T troubleshooter. Which meant she was called in when the regular I T techs couldn't figure something out, mostly on servers. She made enough money to have her own small apartment in a brownstone, in the nice part of town.
She had good fashion sense, thanks to her sorority immersion, and could dress up or down for any occasion. For example, last night she had gone a little slutty as she was going pub trawling, as she called it, for a cock. It was Friday night and she was ready for some action. It had been over a month since she had gotten laid.
That's all she was looking for really. She liked being single, coming and going as she pleased, spending her money how she wanted, not having some guy demanding to know where she was and what she was doing every second.
She was happy with her body and herself. She was as she thought of it, in her twenties horny. She masturbated almost every night and had a nice collection of toys to help her out. She enjoyed watching porn. Not entire movies, but compilations of people having sex. But every month or so she needed a real cock in her, to feel a guy fill a condom while he was inside her.
First Attempt.
Chloe had gone home Friday after work and had a bite to eat. A crashed server at 4:45 interrupted her first plans for that night. When she texted Ken to advise him of her delay, needing to stay late at work for perhaps an hour or two; He said he couldn't wait and went to the concert without her. Shit!
So she put on a short black skirt paired with black lace top thigh highs and no panties. A black top that she tied up to show a little of her flat stomach with a red bra peeking out the top. A pair of come fuck me black pumps completed the outfit. After a last look in the mirror she nodded in approval at what she saw. She was a little short at 5 foot 2, but had some nice C cup tits, or large B, it depended on who made the bra. She grabbed her black leather jacket and set out to find a cock to satisfy her itch.
Second Attempt.
She walked four blocks to an area that had many bars, restaurants, shops and boutiques. She picked an Irish pub and went in. It was fairly busy but she found a two person high top table and sat down. She ordered a black and tan and scanned the room. There were a few possibles in the crowd and she settled down to wait. After half an hour she noticed one guy in a group of four was giving her the eye. About eleven they all got up to leave. As they made their way out the guy who had been checking her out was last in line. Chloe made eye contact with him as he reached her table, then she glanced at the empty chair across from her then looked back at him and raised an eyebrow.
He took the hint and told the other guys he would catch them later. They sized up the situation and gave them both a smile and continued out the door. He took his overcoat off and draped it over the back of his chair and held out his hand saying, "John, and the pleasure is all mine."
"Chloe, John, have a seat." the waitress came by and John signaled her for a round of drinks.
He turned to Chloe and stated "So you're looking for a hookup tonight."
Chloe smiled and asked, "Why do you say that?"
"Because you came in here alone and have been checking out all the guys. You don't seem annoyed, that means that no one stood you up. You don't look, or act like a working girl. You haven't been checking out the ladies so I don't think you run that way. What else does that leave?"
The waitress set their drinks down and John handed her cash telling her to keep the change.
Chloe said, "You're pretty good. You forgot that I looked horny sitting here."
"And you certainly do, the question is, what are we going to do about it?"
"Not my place, no offense, but I don't like people I've just met knowing where I live. It sometimes complicates things."
"I understand completely. My place is out tonight. I have two roommates that use our place for band practice sometimes. That's why I'm out tonight. I can't believe they are almost thirty and still believe in death metal."
"Wow, you must have understanding, or deaf, neighbors," she said laughing.
"It's a row house over in Crack-town," he explained, "I inherited it from an aunt. No one will buy it, but until some druggie slits my throat, it's a cheap place to live."
"Yeah well, even with no band practice I'm not going to that neighborhood at night, hell, not even during the day. So what do you suggest?"
"I drive a Town Car during the day. I was going to turn it in now and head home. It's in the alley behind here and it has a huge backseat."
"I got fucked in a lot of cars in high school, I always thought it was fun. Drink up and let's go," she ordered him.
They went out the door and he led the way to the alley. Chloe noticed that it had rained while she was in the bar. The streets were wet and the air smelled a little fresher. As soon as they turned into the alley John stopped her and pulled her into an embrace. There was nothing gentle about their first kiss. Their tongues fought for dominance, each trying to outdo the other. As they continued kissing their hands roamed around, both were satisfied with what they found in their groping. John was especially pleased to find Chloe had no panties. He finally broke loose and pointed down the dark alley toward the car. He was walking backward and holding her hand. Suddenly he tripped over something and over he went. He landed hard and cried out in pain. Chloe was laughing as she got to him and bent over to help him up. She stopped laughing when she saw him holding an obviously broken wrist.
She helped him to his feet and called 911. They moved out of the alley and back to the bar. The waitress saw him holding his wrist and called to the bartender for some ice and a towel. They got the ice and towel on him and got him settled in a booth by the door. The ambulance arrived and they loaded him up. Chloe asked if he wanted her to go to the hospital and he said no, but thanks. She stood on the sidewalk as the ambulance pulled away. She realized she had not gotten his number. Then she shrugged, these meetings were meant to be one offs anyway. The waitress stuck her head out the door and told her to come in for a shot, on the house. She had a couple of shots and walked home.
Third Attempt.
Well that had been her Friday night. Now here it was Saturday night and she was walking home alone again. Amazingly she had tried three times to get laid that day.
Work had called at 9:00am that morning with an emergency server problem at a client out in the suburbs. She was a little hungover but a cold shower woke her up. The place was not anywhere near a subway line so she had used a ride share service to get out there.
The problem was unusual but she had figured it out fairly quickly and the client was ecstatic to get up and running so fast. She walked outside to call for a ride and realized there was a Walmart right next door. She didn't get to shop at the huge retailer very often and decided to take advantage of the situation. She had a cart about half full of things when she rounded a corner and smacked into another cart. It was a good looking, but very nervous, young man. He kept apologizing like it had been all his fault. After reassuring him ten times that she was OK he finally relaxed a little.
He really was cute and while they talked Chloe got to thinking a little afternoon delight would be fun. After last nights fiasco she was hornier than ever. She led him over to the fitting rooms. She checked to make sure no one was looking and pulled him into an empty one. She asked him if he wanted to fool around with her and pulled him in for a hot kiss. He was enthusiastic and started getting into it when a passing clerk asked if he needed any assistance. The young man was so nervous he couldn't even answer. He pulled open the curtain and almost ran to his cart and started down an aisle. She retrieved her cart, and practically running, caught up with him. She got him calmed down and told him what a good kisser he was. She told him she was horny and just wanted to get fucked. She asked the guy if he had driven there and he told her he had.
"Great," she said, "we can go to your place."
He replied nervously, "W-we can't do that, I live with my folks. They are at home now."
"Jesus Christ," she muttered under her breath. "Well how about we go out to your car. We can find a quiet place and do it in the car."
"Um, well OK, I've never done it in a car in broad daylight but, um, yeah sure, I guess."
"Fine," she said abandoning her cart. "pay for your stuff and let's go."
She followed him out to an SUV. He started to put his bags in the back. Chloe stopped him saying "Put your stuff on the front seat. We can fold the seats down and have more room in the back. I'll ride in the back until we find a place." She looked around then and noticed that the parking lot was huge. Out close to the road, over in the corner, there were no cars at all.
"Get in and drive down there," she said, pointing.
He parked the car and hopped in the back with her.
She said, "This isn't exactly private so we probably shouldn't take off any more clothes that we need to, just in case." This brought his nerves back into play again. She started kissing him aggressively and put her hand down his pants to get him in the proper state of mind. He had pushed her bra up and was nibbling her tits and rubbing her pussy through her pants when it happened.
The store sat on a small hill and the parking lot sloped down to where they were parked. A careless customer had emptied their cart, left it beside their car and took off. The cart obeyed the law of gravity and started to very slowly roll down the slope of the blacktop. It slowly picked up speed and made a beeline for the back of the SUV.
Chloe and the guy, she never did get his name, were so engrossed in what they were doing they didn't see or hear the cart. It crashed into the car with a sound like a bomb going off. The guy started screaming and reaching over Chloe, opened the door and pushed her out of the car. She landed on her ass with a thud. She looked up as the guy was climbing into the driver's seat. He fired it up and burned rubber taking off. The force of the takeoff slammed the rear door closed and Chloe was left on her butt, with her shirt and bra up to her neck and her bare tits on display.
Son of a bitch, she thought. She slowly got up and brushed her hands over her butt, to get the dirt off. She got her bra back over her boobs and everything situated then pulled her shirt down. She looked around and started swearing, her purse was still in the guy's SUV, probably half way to Canada by now. Then she heard a car coming at high speed. She heard the squeal of brakes and turned. It was the SUV slowing down next to her, the window was open and as it passed close her purse was thrown at her. It accelerated and was soon out of sight.
Fourth Attempt.
She saw a Convenience store on the corner and figured that would be a good place to wait for a driver to pick her up. She went in the store and asked the clerk where the rest room was. He pointed in the back corner and returned to his conversation with a man standing at the end of the counter. She turned and headed to the back. She heard the man say to the clerk he wouldn't mind helping her get the dirt off that cute ass.
She stopped and looked over her shoulder and wiggled her ass saying, "I wouldn't mind a bit of help myself." They just stared at her until she entered the rest room.
She took off her pants and used a wad of wet paper towels to clean as much of the dirt off as she could. The door rattled two different times from people trying to get in. She hurried, finally deciding they were as good as she was going to get them. When she exited there were three people waiting. One of them was the man that had been talking to the clerk when she came in. As she walked by him he reached out and grabbed her ass.
"Need any more help cleaning up honey," he smirked.
"You are a pig," she told him, "but are you a fuck pig?"
"Why, what are you talking about?" he asked confused.
"I asked if you were a fuck pig. In other words, if I asked you to walk out that back door, bend me over and fuck me, what would you do?" she challenged him.
He stared at her for a second and said, "If you want to get a cock up your cunt why are we standing here talking about it? Move your slut ass," he told her pointing to the back door.
Oh damn, she thought to herself, this crude SOB was just what she needed right now. She smiled and walked down the short hallway and banged the back door open. She found herself in a space bounded by the building and tall cement block walls. One end was open to the side street. There were two dumpsters and two smaller recycle bins in the space. The smaller bins were just the right height to lean over and take a cock from behind.
She pulled the man over by his jacket collar and said, "I don't want romance, I don't want a kiss, I don't even want to know your name, I just want your cock. With that she reached in her purse, pulled out a condom and handed it to him.
She turned and pulled down her pants and panties and leaned her elbows on the bin. She felt one hand on her hip and the other guiding his hard on toward her pussy then-
"Back away from the woman and get on your knees, now!" barked an amplified voice.
They both looked toward the side street and saw a squad car with the doors open and two officers with their guns out.
Oh shit! What do I do now? The guy had backed away from her and was trying to get his pants up. That seemed like a good idea so she pulled hers up also.
The cops repeated the order to get on their knees. She was about to sink down when she realized the officers were both pointing their guns at the guy and not her. They told him for the third time to get on his knees.
This time he yelled at them, "Fuck you, assholes, I ain't getting on my knees, it's all muddy here."
One of the cops kept his weapon on him and the other circled around and used his nightstick on his leg. Instead of being on his knees he was face down with an officer putting cuffs on him. When the officer finished with the cuffs he approached Chloe, and very concerned, asked if she were all right.
She told them she was fine, that nothing had happened. The guy by this time was on his feet screaming at the officers. About the nicest thing he called them was cock sucker. They got him in the back of the squad car and ran his I D.
They asked her if she wanted to file a complaint. She said no, she had just met the guy and they had come outside to talk and maybe fool around a little. "
"So, this was all consensual?" one of them asked.
"Yes, of course," she said, "why are you asking that?"
Apparently there had been three rapes in the last two weeks in the neighborhood and the police were on alert.
They took her name and told her she was free to go but please, be more discreet in the future. She asked if they were going to let the guy go and they said no. They had run his license and he had two outstanding warrants and was going to jail. As the police car pulled away she gave him a little wave.
She called for a ride, they told her 20 minutes so she went inside to get a soda and wait. Her ride showed up and they were halfway to her place when she realized she had not finished her shopping.
It was nearly 5:00 pm when she got home. She took off her clothes and threw them in the washer then grabbed the hamper from the bathroom and tossed those clothes in too. She pulled on her fluffy robe, poured herself a glass of wine and picked up her book, intending to read while she washed and dried her clothes. When she woke up it was dark in the room. She fumbled around and found her phone. It was almost ten. She had decided on Italian food for supper and had to get going if she was going to get to the restaurant before they quit serving.
That had been a disaster too. She had sat do;
"Excuse me ma'am," the man said, rising from the stoop where he had been hidden.
She nearly jumped out of her skin and let out a small, "Eek." The man took a step toward her and she held out her purse, "Take it, just don't hurt me."
The man stepped back and held up his hands exclaiming, "Jesus lady, it's OK. I didn't mean to startle you, I'm not a mugger."
"You scared the wits out of me. What's the matter with you. What do you want?"
Still keeping his hands at shoulder height he chuckled and said, "I was going to ask you if I could borrow your phone for one call."
"Why," she asked suspiciously, "where's your phone?"
He pointed with a finger of one of his still upraised arms at the stoop where he had been sitting. Just then there was a flash of lightning and soon after the boom of thunder. The brief flash revealed a guy about her age with a kind face.
"Oh put your arms down or someone will think I'm the one mugging you."
"Thank you," he said gratefully, "my girlfriend, or I suppose I should say ex girlfriend, lives in that building. We were sitting on her couch when my phone went off. She picked it up and saw the caller ID said 'Rebecca'. She started screaming things like; who is this slut, are you fucking her too, how long have you been cheating on me. Then she threw my phone against the wall and started hitting me with a beer bottle until I made it out the door. So I would like to borrow your phone and call for an Uber. Please."
"Well, I can see why she was upset but that seems a little harsh." Chloe said.
"You mean bat shit crazy don't you?" he laughed.
Chloe giggled and said, "Yeah that sounds a little closer to the truth. So who is Rebecca?"
"Would you believe my sister?"
She burst out laughing then tried to apologize.
"I know," he laughed, "it's funny, but it's not funny. So how about it, can I use your phone? I'm David, by the way."
"Sure," she said just as it started raining, "shit, come on, my place it just a block down around the corner."
They made it into the foyer of her building before getting completely drenched and she handed him her phone saying, "Chloe, nice to meet you."
While he was calling she returned to her musing about what had happened earlier at the restaurant.
Fifth Attempt.
She had sat down at a table by herself. She ordered the linguine with clam sauce and a bottle of wine. The uncle of the owner made it himself and you could buy a bottle cheaper than getting two glasses. It was 10:30 and not many people remained. There was a man at the next table that appeared to be alone. A server came from the kitchen and tried to put a plate of antipasto on her table.
Just as she said, "I didn't order that," the man at the next table said, "I believe that's mine."
They both laughed and the waiter went to place it on the man's table when the man boldly asked, "Unless you would like to share it with me?"
She smiled and said, "That would be lovely, please join me."
He moved to her table and the waiter brought his things over.
"Thank you, this is much nicer than eating alone, especially with someone as lovely as you."
"No, thank you," she replied, "both for joining me and for the compliment."
They enjoyed the appetizer and their meals and were finishing the wine when Chloe asked, "So where is your wife tonight?"
He looked startled for a moment then shyly raised his hand with the wedding ring on it.
"My wife is at home. I have a hall pass tonight." He saw the look she gave him and continued, "No it's true, she is eight months pregnant. It has not been easy for her. We have not had sex in six months and she feels bad about it. She wanted me to go out and have some no strings sex because she says she loves me. So this is how I am spending my hall pass."
"I can't believe you couldn't find a nice escort over on Broadway."
"Well the truth is, I never looked. Paying for sex just seems so sordid. I thought I would have a nice meal, go home, and thank my wife for the experience."
"Well what if I told you about some free, no strings attached, sex you could have tonight? That sound like something you would be interested in?"
"I don't know, it sounds too good to be true. You mean with you, don't you?"
"Yes I do, the rest rooms are small here and have a lock on the door. Pay the bill and meet me in the ladies room." She got up before he could reply and headed toward the back.
A minute later there was a discreet knock. She cracked the door and saw it was him. She stepped back and let him in. She quickly locked the door and turned to him pulling him in for a kiss. He seemed surprised and kept his lips pursed.
When she backed off and looked at him he said, "You are the only woman, besides my wife, I have ever kissed. You took me by surprise, kiss me again and I'll do better. She leaned in and this time the kiss was much better.
"We're going to do it right here. I'm going to bend over the sink and you are going to screw me. I want to look at you in the mirror as you fuck me and come in my pussy. Is that OK with you?" He was speechless but nodded yes. "Do you have a condom or do I need to give you one?"
He reached in his trouser pocket and came out with a condom. Chloe helped him get his pants and boxers down around his ankles. She took the condom from him and after giving him a few hand strokes to get him hard she rolled the condom down the shaft. It was a nice average sized cock that would certainly feel good in her.
She turned and pulled her pants and thong down and bent over the sink. She looked at him in the mirror and said, "You ready to fuck some strange pussy?"
He stared back at her in the mirror nervously and said, "I don't know. This feels like cheating, even though my wife wanted me to do this."
"Trust me," Chloe said, "by the time you get that cock all the way up me you'll know it was the right decision. Now fuck me."
He hesitated and looked like he was losing his nerve. Chloe backed up until she felt his erection on her ass then reached back and started rubbing him up and down her wet crack. She was just about to guide him to the promised land when his phone went off.
"Oh Jesus," he said jumping away from her. He looked at the caller ID and said, "It's my wife, what do I tell her?"
"Oh for fuck sake's," Chloe almost screamed, "tell her you'll call her back after you fill this bitch's hot cunt with cum."
"I can't, I'm sorry, I just can't do it," he mumbled pulling up his pants, "I have to go, I'm sorry."
Then he was gone and Chloe was left once again with no cock to play with. Frustrated she pulled up her pants. She hoped she had enough batteries to last through the workout she was going to give her toys when she got home.
Suddenly she was back from her musing with the timid hall pass guy. She was in her foyer. Davy had touched her arm to get her attention.
"I'm sorry, what?"
He said, "I need your address for the driver.' Looking at him in the dim light she saw he was actually pretty good looking.
Sixth Attempt.
She held out her hand for her phone and said, "Sorry, change of plans, he won't need a ride tonight." She hung up and taking his hand, led him to her apartment.
They didn't say a word until they were in her place and the door locks all flipped. She would remember that the first thing she said to him was, "Are you gay?"
He looked startled and said, "No, I'm not," then chuckled and said, "by the look in your eye I don't think it would matter to you right now if I was."
She snorted and said, "You're probably right about that, I am super horny. I'll explain later but before anything dumb happens, you need to get your dick in me."
"Well, if you are going to beat around the bush and tease me all night, I think I'm leaving."
"I'll give you a bush to beat," Chloe laughed, "actually I won't, no bush to beat down there."
She led him to the bedroom and started unbuttoning his shirt. She got it off and he pulled her in for a nice, 'holy shit,' very passionate, long kiss. Then it was her turn to lose her shirt and bra. When they were off he pulled her in for an 'I need to jump you now kiss.' Then the kisses moved to her ear, then her neck and finally both tits were smothered in kisses.
After that shoes, socks, pants, and underwear were flying in all directions. The kisses got more savage. Damn, they both thought, this person really puts their whole body into a kiss. He finally pushed her naked onto the bed.
The kisses continued but they went from her belly button down to a very wet pussy. He nipped at her outer lips then sank his tongue in her. After the frustrations of the last two days. She was ready to come before his tongue was all the way in her slit. She warned him he was about to get wet and sticky.
"What do you mean, 'about to get wet?” You have pussy juice damn near down to your knees. Come on, come for me. Give me a mouthful of cream." That was all it took and she was shaking and yelling and squeezing his head so hard he couldn't breath.
She finally quit spasming and opened her legs, releasing his head. Panting she said, "Give give me a; a second and I'll return the favor. Holy shit that was nice. I haven't been licked like that for a long time."
"Take your time, just enjoy the glow for a moment. I am getting harder just thinking about your mouth on me. Anyone who kisses like you, do has to be good at blow jobs."
She giggled and bragged, "I can suck a golf ball through a garden hose, buddy boy; as you are about to find out. Lie down so I can get between your legs. That gets the angle right so I can take you all the way down my throat."
She had played with his cock a little while they were kissing but lying on her stomach between his legs she realized how long and fat it was. About seven inches long and pretty thick, it was actually about perfect to fit in all her holes.
She played around with his cock, swirling her tongue around the head, then sucking about half of it into her mouth, then edging his entire length. She looked up and around his cock and saw him looking at her and smiling.
"Are you ready to tickle my tonsils Davy boy?"
"Take a deep breath, stick out your tongue and do your damnedest," he joked.
She looked him in the eye and slowly descended. It went steadily into her mouth until the head reached the opening of her throat. After a barely noticed slowing he could feel her swallow and then the last two inches disappeared into her gullet. She held him there trapped in her throat for about ten seconds. Then slowly pulled all the way off of him.
"My god this cock feels good. I don't get to do this very often, thank you," she said.
He laughed and said, "If you thank me for taking my cock down your throat how are you going to act when I face fuck you and shoot my cum into your stomach?"
"How do you think I'm going to act? I'm going to get even wetter and beg for more cum. Now gimme that cock."
He let her pound her head up and down on him until he warned, "Thar she blows, Captain!"
She choked a little when he shot, from trying not to laugh. "You idiot," she giggled after she had swallowed, "I could have spilled some of that delicious cum. 'Thar she blows', what kind of a moron says something like that? Oh my god, I just let you cum in my mouth, I mean with no condom. Holy cow, I must have been hornier than I thought. You taste really good by the way."
"Boy you really do enjoy giving a blow job don't you. As to the other my first blow job was in a car after a girl and I had recently seen a retro of Moby Dick, it seemed appropriate then, and now too for some reason. I thought about a condom, then the little head took over and said, nope, I don't think so. You are great by the way."
"Well when we get to the main event," she told him, "you Will use a condom. Speaking of which, how long is it going to be before showtime? Not that I'm a greedy little cock hungry slut or anything."
"Give me about an hour and I will rise to the occasion. And you are not a slut. You are a beautiful young woman in her prime with a healthy sex drive."
"Oh please," she scoffed, "are you writing an article for the New Yorker? I like everything about sex, talking about it, thinking about it, doing it; the aromas, the touching, the feeling, the taste, I even like the messes we can make."
"That's exactly what I said, a healthy sex drive. I've always been odd about that I guess. In the heat of the moment I will call you a slut, whore, cock sucker, cum bucket and then get dirty. For me though, as soon as it's over you go back to being the beautiful female that I want to call sweetheart, dear, honey and dulcet darling. Well, maybe not that last one."
"Ha," she barked, "dulcet darling, The Princess Bride, right? I love that movie. My mom and I still watch it about once a year. God I'm thirsty, you want beer or water?"
"Both, if I can; please."
To Be Continued. Based on a post by oldtruckdriver, for Literotica.