Taking charge with Chloe. | 2016

I saw Chloe a lot over the following months. The first time left a real impression on me because of where I was at in my life and just because of the sheer intensity of it. Other sessions were amazing but I don't know if I remember any one visit as clearly as the first. So instead of another specific encounter, I'll share my favorite parts from various sessions.

Chloe was an absolute doll. She rarely dressed as a full-on service provider (what girls in her trade preferred to be called). She typically wore something that was sexy (think of girls going to a nightclub) and then contrasted that with something trashy. Imagine a tight, black miniskirt with red fuck-me heels with a dog collar around her neck or barefooted with a summer dress and pigtails. Just enough that if you saw her in the real world, you'd have asked yourself if she was aware of what she was doing and if she knew what men were thinking when they'd look at her. She was and she did.

I was pretty much average in every way. Just a little bit taller than average (5'10") and about average weight and build. Nothing special but the height difference meant that even at average height, I towered over her. I had a blue collar, manly-man job and it afforded me lots of free time and disposable income when I was home. This meant I could indulge myself on a regular basis, any time I was lonely and feeling sorry for myself. Often this meant three times a week if I was home. I didn't visit Chloe every time but it was probably 50/50.

I'd always make an appointment in advance and she'd meet me at the entrance when I walked in and welcome me with a big hug. It was an ego boost to spend time with her.

From my reaction to that initial session, it was clear to both of us that I very much enjoyed it a little rough and a little kinky. Chloe was only too happy to provide that experience and almost always had something to show me whenever I visited.

Not long after that first visit, we were in a different, smaller room at the parlour. This one had a gas fireplace and during the shower and massage, it made the room warm and relaxing but it soon became sweltering when the action progressed. The heat suited Chloe, though. She glistened with a sheen of perspiration and her body looked like it had been dipped in oil.

She was bent over the end of the table and I was fucking her from behind. The view looking down was incredible. Her pussy was so small that I could see it clinging to my dick each time I slid back. I felt like I was turning her inside out.

Admiring the view must have affected my rhythm as she looked over her shoulder to see what was going on. She reached back in what I now know was a calculated move and gave me a little poke and told me to focus. I swatted her hand away. She poked back again right away.

"You won't be able to stop me from grabbing at you," she challenged me with a look in her eye. The next time she reached back, I grabbed her by her wrist and held it against the small of her back. She didn't fight to get free.

Instead, she grabbed at me with her free hand. I pinned the wrist behind her back like the other one. She didn't resist but she did look back at me over her shoulder, still with a dick melting, hungry look in her eyes and started chirping me.

"Stop fucking around back there and fuck me. Until you stop fucking me like a little bitch, you won't be able to shut me up." Then she quit talking to me and looked at me expectantly.

It took me a moment to clue in and I think she was just about to start talking again when I took action. I moved her wrists so I could hold both in one hand and used my free hand to push her head down onto the table, the left side of her face down. She let out a moan and arched her back obscenely. I moved my legs back half a step and shifted my weight forward so I could really hammer into her. The table was bolted down, apparently to facilitate this type of intensity.

"Who's the bitch now?" I growled.

"I am. I'm your little bitch, daddy. I'm your little slut. I love it when you hurt my pussy." She always had amazing, filthy dirty talk.

I could feel myself swelling up, about to come and Chloe knew I was close, too. She shifted into high gear with her mouth. "Don't cum in me daddy. I don't want a baby. Everyone will know I'm a little slut."

That put me over the edge. I moved my hand from her head to her back between her shoulder blades and held her on the table and plunged into her one last time before filling the condom I was wearing. She pushed her ass back against me, milking every drop out of me.

"Cum daddy. Cum for me daddy," she muttered.

Exhausted, I fell off her and collapsed into a nearby couch. She took a second to regain her composure before coming to me with a damp towel to wipe my brow. She was still wearing her heels.

As she wiped my face, she smoothly pulled off the condom. Then she kissed my forehead.

"I like that you finally took charge," she said before turning to straighten up the room. "Keep that intensity for next time."

I was going to fire back with something sarcastic but was still catching my breath. We both fully knew there'd be a next time.