Although I have tagged it as such, this chapter contains descriptions of incest and cuckolding, If you find this subject matter offensive, please move along.
Chloe wasted no time when she got back, clearly excited by her visit to see Ken. Maybe she might might tell me. As soon as she got to the living room, she stripped herself from her jeans and panties, then told me to start licking. She was indeed, very excited.
"So how did it go with Maggie then baby?"
I looked up at her face, my chin slathered in her juices. "Pretty well I think," then buried my tongue back inside her hole.
"Good," came the reply. "So I won't have to worry about her on Tuesday then," and moaned softly as I gently nibbled her large clitoris.
I found her throwaway comment highly arousing. Another reminder that she was determined to make something happen. My dick twitched.
After letting me work my mouth for a minute or so more. "I'm guessing she told you everything did she?"
I nodded, not wanting to break from the task I loved so much and felt another rivulet of her cream wash across my tongue.
"Figures," she said casually. "I love her, but she's always had loud mouth," another small sigh breaking her stride. "I knew she would."
She knew? Was that the real reason she'd suggested Maggie talk to me? Was she using Maggie as some sort of mouthpiece? If that was the case, it made no sense. I'd always hoped she could tell me anything, but then I hadn't told her everything either.....the ass smothering....or how I'd fantasised so deeply about Andrew. Some of those thoughts had become pretty dark too, fuelled by a mishmash of her submissive fantasies and my own need to want to see her fulfill them.
Still, I had to admit that these drip fed snippets of information kept me on edge. I hated it as much as I loved it.
Momentarily stopping "She told me Asaf was feeling you up," then returned to her pussy.
"Hmmm, well he was," she said softly. "I told you he had his hands all over my arse."
My dick, so hard, spilled precum into my jeans. "She said he was showing you off to his mates," and carried on nibbling her.
She sighed, then moaned. "Uh huh," and ran her fingers through my hair. "I guess he was, but you like that don't you. Some guy you've never seen snogging me and showing my big arse off to his mates."
I did? Yes I fucking did! I liked it even more to hear her say it. I stopped again and looked at her, the raging sex organ that was my brain in full flow. But even I surprised myself. "Yes baby, like you're his girlfriend."
She seemed to like that, the telltale sign gushed into my greedy mouth. I knew how much she fancied him. It was so much more intense for me when I knew that. Her words, "HE makes me so wet" had been burning at me since she'd told me.
"Oh wow David," she said seductively, her filthy mind twisted, just as she twisted mine. "His girlfriend," she repeated, the words trailing off as she contemplated the idea.
The churning in my stomach grew as I imagined them together. "Do you think he's as big as he claims he is?" I asked as I licked her anus and felt her legs quiver. They always did whenever I licked her there.
"He'd be stupid to say that if he wasn't," and moaned loudly. "Anyway, I'll find out on Tuesday when I suck him off."
Oh fuck. There it was. Her intention laid bare. I pushed my tongue inside her beautiful arsehole and felt her shudder, before she let out a long moan.
"I mean," she said. "He can't say something like that and expect me to back down," she moaned again. "I've told you before. I've never sucked a cock that I haven't been able to take all the way."
She pushed my head away and told me to strip, lying back against the sofa before holding her legs back. "Chloe needs your cock baby."
Naked, I knelt back down and watched my eager dick slide effortlessly inside, then began to slowly fuck her. I gripped her thighs and held them firmly and wide.
My confidence grew. "Maggie says you've always been a slut. I thought you told me you weren't."
She looked at me through glazed eyes. "No baby," she corrected me. "I told you I wasn't a slag."
Still leisurely taking her, trying not to squirt the cum that was desperately seeking to erupt. "Is there a difference?"
She clasped her hands around my neck and pulled herself forward to watch my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. "A slag has no respect for herself and neither do men. They know a slag will give it to anyone," she said softly between thrusts. "A slut chooses who she wants to be with. Men respect a slut. Men lust after a slut. They WANT a slut. They understand it's a gift they're given baby."
She amazed me. For someone so young, she was incredibly mature at times. I didn't know if she was right, but if that's how she differentiated the 2, then I accepted it.
My balls tightened. "So you're a slut then?" I asked, my breathing becoming ragged, trying to hold on.
Such a small word. 4 simple letters, but so much meaning.
Her grip on my cock increased. "I think you know I am baby," and kissed me.
I reminded myself she'd kissed Asaf. Fuck. I loved and hated the thought so much, but with equal measure. I'd barely stopped thinking about it. I'd barely stopped thinking about HIM. Just the same way I'd never stopped thinking Andrew. Both men held the ability to trigger her. My imagination had already been working overtime and the earlier conversation with Maggie had only made it worse. Asaf probably had no idea about Chloe's obsession for sucking, or her even deeper obsession for absurdly large cocks. As far I knew, I was the only person who knew about the latter. He wouldn't have known what boasting about his size would do to her.........would he?
Now she telling me she was a slut. Maybe I'd always known. Perhaps I should have been upset or angry, but all I felt was love. Fuck!
"And when I'm with Asaf," she was starting to cum, the walls of her pussy convulsing. "I'm HIS...I won't be.....thinking about you baby.....oh fuck.....I'll be HIS slut....oh fuck...l'm cumming baby.....fuck it baby.........fuck that cunt."
I pounded into her hard, "his slut" the only thought I had as we climaxed in unison and, after a brief moment to recover, she led me to the bedroom.
There's no rest for the wicked.