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My relationship with Chloe never extended beyond the massage parlour but I felt like we had some kind of friendship beyond our business arrangements. I of course told her about my life and that I thought less about my ex than I did originally and she'd give me some very general info about her friends and family. Each session started with some chit chat where we'd bring each other up to speed on the goings on in our lives. I'd been spilt up with my girlfriend for maybe six months when I heard from a friend of a friend that she was pregnant. I'd been making good progress in getting past her but this news really crushed me. I think that in the back of my head, I held out hope that we'd get back together. But now with the news of a kid on the way, I knew that would never happen. When I saw Chloe the next time, I must of looked like a kid that just watched his dog get run over. She was kind to me and listened to me pour my heart out. Our sessions had been getting progressively more aggressive but this time it was less fucking and more love making. Laying on the table in the afterglow, I was content but melancholy. Reading my mind, Chloe broke the silence by blurting out that my ex was a cunt. I couldn't help but laugh at the suddenness of the comment and the ridiculousness of the situation. We were both laying there thinking of my ex. "I'm off for three days," Chloe said. "Will you be my first appointment back? I work the evening shift and I'd start at 3pm." Her asking to see me was completely out of the ordinary. I told her yes but wanted to know why. She really looked at me for a moment hot teenage girl and then told me that she really felt for me. "Every time you start to get over her, something happens that sets you back. You're getting a new memory when I get back. It'll be so fucking hot that anytime you think of that bitch, you'll remember what I did to you instead." Two emotions washed over me: gratitude and lust. Gratitude because Chloe was like a life preserver and lust because I knew I'd have to wait three days to see what she had in store. When I pressed for details, she just smugly told me that it'd be worth the wait. It was a long three days but it was working. Anytime I felt sorry for myself, I thought of my appointment with Chloe. I'd get so turned on that I'd have to go jerk off. That had the pleasing side effect of clearing my mind. What I thought would be a long three days went by fairly fast. I showed up for my appointment not really knowing what to expect. Chloe met me at the entrance as usual and was her bubbly, playful self. My spidey senses were tingling, trying to deduce what it was she had in mind. She wasn’t wearing anything strange and she didn’t act any different. She led me into the large room where we’d had our initial visit.The only minor thing I noticed was that she was maybe a little more businesslike. She left me to get into the shower. Unlike other visits, she kept me waiting. When she finally came back, I was sitting on the massage table, patiently waiting. She was barefoot and wearing a towel, her hair down and a serene look on her face. Locking the door behind her and letting the towel drop, she came to me on the table, putting her hands on my knees and perching herself up on her tiptoes so she was almost eye-to-eye. In a hushed tone, she matter-of-factly told me, "I want you to use me. I’ve been saving myself for three days. An hour from now, you’ll forget she ever existed." It sounds cheesy and ridiculous writing that but in moment, it created an incredible tension in the room. I felt like amourangels every session I’d had with Chloe up to now was training for this moment. We looked at each other for a long time. I’m sure she was trying to decide whether or not she’d misread my attitude to such a request but the truth was I was trying to decide what I’d do first. I broke the silence by telling her to get a cushion off the couch. She smiled devilishly and walked to the couch without coming down off her tiptoes. She bent at the waist to pick up the cushion, her eyes on me the entire time. Picking it up, she said, "What now daddy?" I slipped down off the table and pointed to the ground in front of me, instructing her to put the pillow down in front of me. "Now what?" she said with a hint of an edge in her voice. I positioned her with her back against the table and me facing her, the cushion on the floor between us. Putting the back of her head in my hand, I told her I was going to fuck her throat. She discreetly grabbed a condom from the hiding spot on the table and sunk to her knees in front of me. She used both hands to roll the rubber on and gave me a safeword. "Unless I use that word, you do whatever you want," she said, looking up at me with my cock floating in front of her. I replied by slapping her cheek with my dick. She got to work without another word. There was a large mirror on the wall so that anyone on the massage table would be able to watch themselves in action. I alternated between looking down at Chloe and watching our reflection in the mirror. She had her feet tucked under her bottom and her legs spread wide. She looked stunning. Her long, dark hair streaming down her back, her thighs looking strong and toned, her narrow waist and pert tits. Physical perfection. For all Chloe’s skills, deepthroat wasn’t one of them. She was a talented and enthusiastic cocksucker but there was a definite limit to how much length she could swallow. But I had a green light and I was going to see how far she could take it with a little assistance. I started out by rocking my hips, just like I was fucking her but quickly advanced to grabbing the back of her head and pulling her towards me as I’d thrust. She replied by putting a hand between my legs and grabbing my ass in an attempt to pull me deeper into her mouth. She made wet, gagging noises but never slowed her tempo. Emboldened, I became even more aggressive. I took half a step forward, forcing her to slide back a bit on her pillow until the back of her head was resting against the padded side of the massage table. I pushed my cock into her throat until she started to gag again and then I pushed a little further. She finally let go of my ass and put both her hands on each of my thighs. I backed my dick out of her mouth and asked if it was too much. Her mouth was a slobbery mess and she had tears in her eyes. She just swallowed, caught her breath, and whispered, "More." I put my dick back in her mouth and started fucked her face with an increased intensity. I was completely lost in the moment. The world didn’t exist outside of that room and any self-conscious thoughts evaporated. After a few minutes of testing Chloe’s limits, I stepped back to give her a breather. She looked up at me with intensity. "How are you doing?" I asked with genuine concern. "Good, daddy," she replied, still trying to catch her breath. I grabbed a handful of her hair and used that control to get her to her feet. Once standing, I turned her around and pushed her face against the massage table. She was bent at the waist, her ass sticking out, standing on her tiptoes. I marvelled at her self-control and couldn’t imagine what it would get her to use that safeword. I was having my penultimate sexual experience and felt like a fucking animal but still couldn’t imagine being any more aggressive with her. I was at my limit even if she wasn’t at hers. Her little ass was too inviting. I slapped it. Hard. She said, "Thank you, daddy." I smacked her again. "Please don’t leave a mark, daddy," she said with just a hint of firmness in her voice but that was as close as she came to telling me to back off. Next I told her to climb up on the table and stick her ass in the air. She did as she was told and got up on the table facing the mirror. She was ridiculously flexible. Her ass was up as high as she could put it and she was face down on her chest. She crossed her arms behind her back without being told. Totally submissive. I got up on the table behind her and the view made my heart skip a beat. She was so slim and firm that her pussy and ass were completely on display. Her outer lips were stuck together but there was just a hint of pinkness where her hole was hiding. I stared at it like I was trying to engrave the sight in my brain. I eventually used the head of my dick to tease her lips apart. The darkness of her skin made the newly exposed pinkness even more pronounced. "I’m going to fuck your pussy, baby," I said to her, still looking down. Throughout our entire arrangement/relationship, the one rule Chloe had was to be gentle with her pussy until she warmed up. Today, that was out the window. "Be rough, daddy. Stretch my pussy with your fat cock," she said. She was looking ahead into the mirror as she said it. Our eyes locked while I thought about what she’d said. "Are you sure?" I asked seriously. "Please hurt my pussy, daddy. I’m your whore. I want to think of your cock all day today," she said without taking her eyes off mine. Her mind never stopped thinking of filthy things to say. I got up on one knee and put my other foot ahead on the outside of her hip. Grabbing her hip with one hand, I aimed my dick for her little hole. Like I said before, my dick is pretty average but looking down at the contrast between it and her pussy made me feel like a superhung pornstar. I looked back at her in the mirror and asked if she was ready. She closed her eyes, bit her bottom lip, and nodded. Her hands were still behind her back and I saw her increase her grip on herself, bracing for what was about to come. I sunk into her to tightness with a steady pressure. It was unlike anything I can describe. Physically, it was pure pleasure and mentally, I felt like a champion. She was totally mine to do with as I pleased and that power turned me on more than anything ever had. I pushed until I was balls deep and then paused to savour her grip. Looking in the mirror, I could see her grimace and I suddenly felt a twinge of guilt. "Are you OK?" I asked in a bit of a panic. "That was a painful insertion," she said without using her sexy, bedroom voice. "Do you feel good?" she asked. I nodded that I did. "More, daddy" she said, pushing back onto me, her voice seductive once more. I fucked her in that position clubseventeen for a few minutes, drinking in every sensation. When I started to pick up the tempo, she moved her arms from behind her back and pushed herself up before working to match my thrusts. Chloe was a dirty talk expert but the only sounds either of us made were guttural, animal grunts. We pounded out bodies together for a few minutes before I felt myself reaching the point of no return. "I’m going to cum," I warned her. "Pull my hair," she instructed. Without losing our rhythm, I reached forward and grabbed a handful of her dark, silky hair and gave it a little tug. "I said pull it," she said between clenched teeth. I readjusted my grip and grabbed a proper fistful, right close to her scalp. And instead of just tugging, I pulled back on it until her back was arched enough that she was on her finger tips to stay in contact with the table. I came like a firehose, filling the condom that was buried in her pussy before collapsing forward on to her. "Wow," I said. I used my arms to keep the majority of my weight off of her. "If that doesn’t make you forget that bitch, nothing will," she said plainly. I couldn’t help but laugh. She was right, though. In the weeks and months to come, anytime I thought of my ex, I automatically remembered that encounter instead of feeling sorry for myself. hanodorc