This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain and I wrote it down. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what’s good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. Please feel free to repost this in any non-pay site but it would be nice if you could let me know where. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. Comments are always welcome and appreciated.
This story is based on the idea Chloe Moretz isn’t a celebrity.
Chloe Moretz: Hitchhiker
Story Codes: M/f
His name was Dave Foster and he was a traveling vacuum cleaner salesman. (Oops. “Retail Associate Salesperson” the last seminar he had to attend told him) Basically he travelled around in his hatchback giving live demos of his company’s “Rainbow Lite” vacuum cleaners. He would provide quick demos at trade shows, retail outlets and in peoples’ homes by appointment. He had a pretty good base salary and a more than decent commission whenever he made a sale and at the rate he was going he figured he’d be good to retire in 5 or 10 more years. Retired at 50 sounded pretty good to him. Except for the endless hours driving.
Dave had a good chunk of the mid-west as well at parts of western Texas. And Texas was the worst. It seemed no matter how for into Texas you drove, you never stopped driving INTO Texas. He’d spent 2 days on the road and the only interaction he’d had with another human being was 3 gas station clerks and 2 waitresses. He normally liked his alone time but every so often a man just got lonely.
Striking up a conversation had never been a problem for Dave. He looked friendly enough with a receding salt and pepper hair, a bit of a soft gut and an easy smile. People genuinely just opened up to him and it made him a damn good salesman. But with his busy schedule and driving back and forth he just didn’t seem to have the time for people. His wife left him the last time he refused a desk job some 3 years before and his son was off in California about to graduate from college and Dave was feeling more than a little lonely. But today, on the end of his third day in Texas as the sun began setting over the dusty highway he saw a cure for his loneliness.
It was a flat highway and he saw the hitchhiker from a couple of miles away. He’d already decided to stop for whoever it was before he’d even gotten a good look at them. And as he drew closer he got a real good look. She was obviously a teenager and trying to dress like she was older; she had honey colored hair that shone with the sun behind her underneath a pink cowboy hat, a dirty tank top that left her tan stomach exposed with a large, beat up back-pack on the ground behind her legs. And what legs. Slender, toned, tanned and long for her age as she wore a worn pair of denim daisy dukes.
Dave pulled up beside the young girl and she looked at him with her wide, teal colored eyes. Dave’s eyes were a deep brown and drawn to her pink bee-stung, pouty lips. “Lips like those should not be on a girl that young,” he thought to himself before speaking. “Goin’ somewhere, honey?”
The teen girl smacked her gum and waved the dust from her face. “That depends. You a pervert?”
Dave was so taken by her bold question he laughed. “Ha. No, no. Not enough for my ex-wife anyway. I’m a vacuum cleaner salesman.”
“And you, what? Travel door to door selling vacuums?” The young beauty leaned forward, giving the older man a view down her shirt and her small, black bra encased tits. “I didn’t think people did that anymore.” She was kinda impressed when he didn’t look.
“Well, not really. I go to trade shows and the like, visit peoples’ homes by appointment. So it’s not really whatcha call ‘Door to door’.” It was taking all of Dave’s will-power not to glance down the young girl’s shirt. “So where ya headed, little lady?”
The teen took a moment to lick her full, pink lips before answering, “I just got done visiting my Gram’ma. She gave me some money to take the bus but I figured I could save it and just hitchhike. Y’know?” She had a whole back story ready to go if she needed it. She’d slept in her sleeping bag last night and been walking this highway all day today and hadn’t seen a single car either. She was hot, flush, sweaty, dirty, starving and thirsty. She hadn’t expected it to take this long to get a ride when she had finally ran away from home.
Dave grinned. She was clearly trying to fake a Texas accent but he guessed she was probably from around Georgia. “Well, I don’t know how much bus tickets run nowadays but ya might wanna consider saving that money for a down payment on a car.”
The young girl laughed. Relieved he apparently bought her story. “Yeah. No kiddin’. I’ve been walking all day.” She stood up straight and arched her back, stretching out the kinks. She couldn’t see into the car as Dave licked his lips and watched the sweat roll down her soft belly. The teen hitchhiker bent back down and poked her head in the car. “So where ya headed, mister?”
“That’s it,” Dave thought. “A little runaway.” She didn’t tell him where she needed to go, just wanted to know where he was heading. And judging by her accent he was figgerin’ she’d be happy anywhere west of Georgia. “Oh, up to Oklahoma and then up towards Kansas. There’s a small town a couple of miles up the road and I figured I’d grab a burger and somethin’ to drink there.”
The mention of something to eat and drink sealed it for the young girl. “Sounds great. Mind if I catch a ride?” She tried hard to keep the enthusiasm out of her voice.
Dave smiled warmly at the young runaway. “You’re not one of them ‘Car-jackers’ are ya?” he said with his easy smile. She laughed and it sounded sweet to his ears.
“Ha. No. Pretty piss-poor place to be a car-jacker,” the teen girl said as she ginned and tucked a long strand of her blonde hair behind her ear.
“Didn’t say you were a good one,” Dave said as he leaned over and pushed the passenger door open. “Name’s Dave. Dave Foster.”
“Chloe Moretz,” she said as she threw her backpack into the back seat and climbed in. “Pleased to meet ya Mr. Foster.”
Dave struggled not to drool at Chloe’s legs as she sat down. Her short-shorts rode up and he got a quick glimpse of her pink panties. “You too, Ms. Moretz. Now what ya say we go get us a couple of burgers?”
Dave drove to a small diner just past the Oklahoma boarder and bought them each a burger with the works and 2 large sodas.
As they were leaving the diner Chloe immediately tore into her burger and tried to talk, “Humph grumph orumph…”
“Ha. What?” Dave smirked. Poor little angel must have been starving and looked adorable as she tried to chew her giant mouth-full of burger.
“…I’m sorry. Didn’t realize how hungry I was,” Chloe said sheepishly. “I was just wonderin’ if we could have the air conditioning on?”
Dave thought it over for a moment. “Sure. We’ll be stopping in a few hours anyway. Shouldn’t eat too much gas.” He leaned down and turned on the car’s air. He usually traveled without it, trying to save on gas but today was turning out to be special.
“Oh thank you Mr. Foster. How much do I owe you for that burger?”
“Not a thing, darlin’. You just save up for that car,” Dave said as he watched goose bumps break out over Chloe’s tan thighs and tried not to stare.
“Thanks again, Mr. Foster,” Chloe said as she took another large bite out of her burger.
Dave let Chloe enjoy her burger and just started talking to fill the silence. After about 20 minutes into his favorite trade show story he looked over and noticed that she was dead asleep so he grabbed the young girl’s soda before she could drop it and wrapped up what was left of her burger. To make her a bit more comfortable he reached over her prone body to recline her seat and his arm accidentally brushed against her underdeveloped chest. He could feel her nipples through the material of her shirt and bra, hard with the chill of cold air. A groan of lust escaped from his mouth.
The trembling vacuum salesman reclined the seat and pulled his arm back to stare and the young girl. Her honey blonde hair framed her sleeping face and her pouty lips were parted as she breathed. Her small tits rose and fell with each breath and her nipples strained against her dirty shirt. She had her long, tan legs tucked up underneath her, her dirty shorts pulled up high and tight across her ass cheeks where Dave could see the start of her tan line.
Dave whispered, “Chloe? Chloe, sweetie?” He shook her lightly, her hair sliding down to cover her innocent, slumbering face. “Chloe, sweetie. Can you hear me?” Still nervous he shook her harder. “Oh my God, Chloe. There’s a truck.” No answer from the sleeping teen.
Dave smiled to himself and kept driving. “Poor angel is lucky she didn’t have a heat stroke.” As the minutes ticked by he couldn’t stop himself from stealing glances at the vulnerable girl. “She’s lucky I came along. Who knows what could’a happened to her otherwise.” He smiled to himself, feeling pride at his good deed. If only he could stop staring at her.
“She’s so beautiful,” Dave thought. “She should be in movies or a model or something.” A shudder passed through Chloe’s young body. “Poor dear must be freezing now.” He leaned forward to turn down the air when a flash of pink caught the corner of his eye. With her shivering and him shaking her, a bright pink nipple had poked out from the top of her too large bra. He accidentally jerked the wheel in surprise and nearly crashed the car before righting it. He couldn’t tear his eyes off the hard, pink nipple of the young girl sleeping next to him. His car swerved again and nearly sped into the other lane. “Shitshitshitshit! I’m gonna kill us both,” he gasp.
Dave turned off onto the first road he could find, a long, dark country road without a house or car in sight. He pulled over onto the side of the dirt road and began taking deep breaths to steady his nerves. He giggled nervously, “Heh. Almost did us both, Chloe.” He glanced over at Chloe still sleeping soundly beside him. “And you slept right through the whole thing. I bet you could sleep through a tornado right now. Couldn’t ya?”
A perverted thought struck Dave like a lightning bolt. She was so beautiful. An angel really. And he was so, so lonely. No wife. An indifferent son. No real friends. No real home. No real… release. With trembling hands he reached over and pinched the straps of her tank-top and bra and slowly pulled them down, revealing her budding breasts.
There she was, little Chloe Moretz, topless. Her tan tits completely exposed, covered in goose bumps from the cold air and topped with hard, bright pink nipples. Even with the air conditioner going full blast Dave was sweating. His shaking hands reached over and caressed her bare shoulders, her skin was so soft and warm. He slid his hands down her arms and across to her soft tummy. His greedy fingers slid up to stroke her soft, small, tits. He ran his callused thumbs across her hard nipples as he licked his suddenly dry lips.
Dave used one of his hands to adjust himself, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hard, his cock felt like it was about to rip through his slacks. With a second thought he quickly undid his pants and released his aching dick. “Fuck,” he whispered in relief. His free hand slid down Chloe’s vulnerable body to her legs. So soft, so smooth. He tried to get his fingers into her shorts but they were stretched too tight across her ass so he returned his hand to her naked chest.
Dave began jacking his cock as he molested Chloe’s tiny tits. “Oh baby. Oh you sweet girl. You feel so good baby. Your tits feel so good.” Inspiration struck again. Dave grabbed one of Chloe’s delicate wrists and brought her hand towards his throbbing cock. He used his hand to wrap her fingers around his dick and began using her hand to jack himself off. “Oh God yesss,” he hissed in pleasure as he continued to use his other hand to stroke her soft chest.
It only took a few minutes of molesting the young girl before Dave felt himself about to explode. “Oh shit, oh Jesus, oh shit, oh Jesus…,” he chanted. He quickly looked around for a napkin, a towel, anything to catch his load. Sudden inspiration struck again. He released his hold on Chloe’s hand and chest and brought her head forward. He sat up a little more and placed the head of his dick against her full lips. He pressed forward and the still sleeping teen’s mouth opened automatically. As the head of his throbbing dick slid past her full lips and into her warm mouth the girl’s wet tongue caressed the underside of his cock head. “Oh Fuck!” he grunted as he came.
Chloe actually managed to swallow the first few shots of thick cum before she started to hack and cough. “Oh Goddamn,” Dave muttered. Quicker than he would have thought possible he tucked himself back into his pants and pulled up her shirt and bra. Thinking quickly he grabbed her soda and brought it to her lips. “Here sweetie. Drink this.”
Chloe grabbed the soda and took a long drink before coughing again. She held a hand to her chest until her coughing fit stopped. “Wha… what happened?”
Guilt flooded through Dave. “I don… I don’t know. I was driving along and… and all the sudden you started… started coughin’ and chokin’. I… I pulled over and gave you a drink. You… were sleeping.”
“Yeah…,” Chloe agreed. “I was having this weird dream about my daddy.”
“Well… um… ya must have fell asleep with food in your mouth. You were pretty out of it,” Dave quickly muttered. It seemed believable to him.
“Yeah,” Chloe agreed. She didn’t want to tell him exactly what she’d been dreaming about or what her daddy had been doing to her. “Must of.” She took another sip of soda, her mouth tasting slightly salty. “Thanks.”
“No problem,” Dave said, relieved she bought her story. “I wrapped your burger up. You still hungry?”
Chloe licked her lips and they were slightly salty too. “Oh yeah. Thanks Mr. Foster.” She grabbed the last of her burger and wolfed it down. She looked back at Mr. Foster sheepishly, embarrassed by her poor table manners. “Sorry. Didn’t mean ta just shovel it in.”
Dave rubbed the top of the blushing girl’s head. “Heh. No problem, sweetie. What say we get back on the road?”
“Sure thing, Mr. Foster,” Chloe grinned with bits of burger between her teeth.
Dave turned the car around and drove off into the night and it took less than 10 minutes for Chloe to nod off again. And then the pangs of guilt sat in. “Oh God. What did I do? I… I never… She’s so young. What… what came over me? I’ve never even thought about a girl that young.” He looked over at the slumbering girl. “She’s so beautiful. I’ve never seen such a beautiful girl. She’s just… she doesn’t even know. She’s back asleep. No harm done. It’s over and done with.” “No harm done,” he whispered to himself.
After a few more hours of listening to Chloe snoring lightly beside him Dave hit the small town he was aiming for. Just one of dozens of small towns just over the Oklahoma boarder. Not to big but just big enough for a few small hotels and a couple of restaurants that delivered.
Dave pulled into the closest motel and stopped outside the office. He glanced over at the sleeping angel beside him. “Nonononononono…” he chanted to himself as he got out of his car and walked into the office.
“Evenin’ sir. Or almost mornin’. Either way what can I help ya with?” chimed the clerk.
Dave barely heard the clerk as he steeled his resolve. “One room. Um… two… two beds. Me… me and my daughter. Two beds,” he stammered.
“And how old’s the little miss?” the clerk helpfully asked. “We got a discount for kids under 12.”
Dave could feel sweat trickling down the back of his neck. The thing he wanted most in the world was just one bed large enough for him and Chloe to spend the night in. “No, no. She’s… she’s definitely a teenager.”
“They can be quite a handful at that age,” the clerk said as he started the paper work. “I got a couple teenagers myself. Getting’ a little lippy the older they get.”
The instant the clerk said “handful” Dave immediately thought about the feel of Chloe’s silky breasts filling his palms. And when the clerk said “lippy” the image of Chloe’s full and pouting lips wrapped around his cock danced behind his eyes. Dave felt his erection throbbing and quickly stepped up closer to the counter before the clerk could see.
The clerk turned around and present the papers to his customer. “Here ya go, sir. Just need ya to sign here, here and here. And I’m gonna need your credit card.”
Dave quickly filled out the paper work and the credit card receipt and shuffled back to the car hoping the clerk couldn’t see his hard-on. He pulled the car to the entrance closest to his and Chloe’s room and took a deep breath. “Oh fuck me,” he muttered to himself. “I can do this. It was a mistake. It’s over with. I’ll just talk to her in the morning and find out where I can drop her off. Might even call the police,” he thought. A sudden image of the cops flashed behind his eyes. “Ok. Might not. I’ll just drop her wherever she wants to go and slide her some money. Maybe even get her that bus ticket she was lying about.”
Dave looked over at Chloe and patted her on the head. “Poor little angel,” he whispered and then kissed her quickly on her forehead. He got out of the car and unlocked the outside door to their room. He gathered the sleeping girl in his arms and carried her to the bed farthest from the door and laid her down. As he stood back up his hand accidently caressed her stomach and his fingers trailed across the tips of her breasts. “Stopitstopitstopit…”
The vacuum salesman gathered his supplies and Chloe’s backpack and carried them into their room. After unpacking his stuff Dave thought about doing the same for the still sleeping girl. “Nah. Better not,” he thought and then walked down to the front office. He rang the bell and the clerk appeared.
“Can I help you, sir?”
“Yeah,” Dave muttered. “Yeah. Uh… she a… my daughter. She went off… um, and… uh didn’t pack her bathroom stuff. Y’all sell that girly shampoo and soap and such?”
The clerk thought for a moment. “Well, I think we got some vanilla shampoo and strawberry body wash. That do it for ya?”
“Sure, sure. That’ll be fine. Just charge it to my room.”
The clerk gathered the supplies and Dave started to take them back to the room as the clerk yelled back at him from down the hall. “Oh, sir. We don’t have late night housekeepers so if y’all need any extra towels or robes or such they’re down the hall laundromat.” Dave waved his thanks as he shuffled down the hall.
Dave dropped off the bathroom supplies and then grabbed him and Chloe a robe each. Back in the room he put up his supplies and took a few moments to stare at the sleeping girl. She lay on her back, her head to the side, her arms crossed across her chest and her tan legs straight out and slightly spread. He was sure he could see the pink of her panties from just inside the leg of her shorts and began to feel his cock start to harden.
“Nononononono…,” Dave muttered to himself. He quickly gathered his supplies and locked himself in the bathroom. “Shower,” he thought to himself. “Shower. Nice, long, cold shower.”
Dave finished his shower, feeling refreshed to get the dust off of him despite the cold water and put on his robe. “Shit,” he thought. He was so used to being on his own that he forgot his night clothes. Quickly putting on one of the robes he got out of the bathroom and headed to his suitcase.
“Mmmm…” Chloe moaned as Dave closed the dresser drawer. “I fell asleep again?” she asked as she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the back of her one hand. She leaned back on her other hand and tucked her legs underneath her butt as she yawned.
“Yeah, sweetie. Pretty much fainted dead away,” Dave said as he watched Chloe stretch in the reflection from mirror above the dresser. Her dirty shirt pulled up tight on her chest and exposed her tan midsection completely. He could see the pink elastic of her panties peeking out above the waist band of her short shorts. He moaned inwardly as he licked his suddenly dry lips. “Nononononono…” he thought desperately.
Chloe finished stretching and didn’t even notice how much of her young, tan flesh she was flashing. “You take a shower?”
“A cold one that didn’t help a damn bit,” Dave thought to himself. “Yep. I was gonna order some pizza. You wanna jump in before it gets here?” The thought of Chloe naked, wet and soapy brought his deflated cock back to full hardness underneath the robe. “Thank God this robe’s so big,” he thought as his dick throbbed.
“Oh, um, well…,” Chloe thought desperately for an excuse as to why she didn’t have a change of clothes. “I wasn’t figgrin’ on being gone this long so I, um… didn’t pack any extra clothes.”
Dave didn’t even bother to point out that she should call a parent or her grandmother. “Tell ya what. There’s an extra robe in there. If ya want you can wear that and after we eat I’ll run your clothes through the wash.”
Chloe ran for the bath, excited at the idea of finally being clean after two days on the road. “Thank you, Mr. Foster,” Chloe’s voice rang out from the bathroom followed by her shirt, bra, jeans, socks and underwear before hurriedly closing the door.
Dave walked over and gathered up Chloe’s dirty clothing. He stroked the inside of her bra, imaging her ripe, young, budding breasts in his hands again. He felt the warmth from her panties and moaned as he imagined her tight, wet, pussy wrapped around his dick. In a daze he shuffled back to his bed and sat down, his robe wide open and began using her panties to masturbate with. A quick flash of shame and quilt washed over him but was quickly replaced by pure lust as he looked up. The door to the bathroom hadn’t closed completely when his young hitchhiker had thrown her clothes out and now, from his spot on the bed, he could see an angel. A young, wet and very naked angel.
Without her boots Chloe was maybe 5’3” with toned, tanned legs. Her whole body was tan except the white, succulent flesh of her ass and hairless pussy. Her ass-cheeks were plump, not quite a bubble butt, with cute little dimples. Her tight slit was nestled between her thighs without a trace of hair. She had a slight belly with the cutest bellybutton Dave had ever seen. Her still developing breasts sat up high on her chest, barely an A-cup, as she reached up with her arms to wet her hair. Fully wet the teen’s hair was a shade darker and trailed halfway down her back.
Dave licked his lips as he watched the water stream from Chloe’s hair, down her graceful back between her shifting ass-cheeks. She turned around facing him with her eyes closed, the water falling from her face to her underdeveloped chest, over her small tits and off her pink nipples. Her puffy, bright pink nipples stood out in contrast against her tan tits as the water cascaded over them. The water slid from between her breasts and over her soft belly, spilling out over her belly button before sliding to the tight junction between her legs. Her darling, little pussy. So white and pure against the rest of her tan skin.
The ripe, naked girl started to shampoo her hair and Dave stopped masturbating. Having sex with the girl was no longer a decision he could deny, it was a need. A unconscious need like food or breath. A deep burning need that filled him and washed over him. He couldn’t waste his load for anything else other than Chloe. His sweet, beautiful, perfect angel. There was no doubt in him that he was going to have her. No doubt in his mind that he was put on this Earth for the sole purpose of fucking little Chloe Moretz and that she was put on this Earth to take his cock.
Dave dropped Chloe’s clothes to the floor and watched her wash her hair, the suds cascading down her wet body. Her small tits jiggled slightly as she worked the lather into her hair and the suds flowed down her body, flowing over her skin, sliding down her breasts, partially covering her tight slit, trailing down between her dimpled ass-cheeks. He licked his lips as he watched transfixed, his heart beating out of his chest and he could feel his iron hard dick twitch with every thud. He moaned as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair, the suds sliding down and off her petite body, fully uncovering the bits and pieces of luscious flesh hidden by the bubbles.
Chloe grabbed a wash cloth and applied a large drop of soap and worked up a good lather. She had felt so dirty all day and so very tired. She could feel the dirt and grime of the road sliding off her body and it felt so good to be clean. She wasn’t just washing off the filth of the road but everything that had come before that. She felt truly happy and blessed that Mr. Foster had found her, given her a ride, fed her and now had given her a place to sleep. She smiled wide to herself, thankful for the good fortune that she had fallen in to.
“Jesus,” Dave whispered as she watched Chloe begin to wash herself. She rubbed the soapy wash cloth across her face and down her neck. Next she rubbed up her slender arms and the top of her chest. He gripped his knees as he watched the young girl wash her breasts, trailing the cloth across her tender flesh and pink nipples. She turned her back to him as she reached around her body to wash her sides. She reached further behind her to her tan back and down to her pale ass-cheeks. He could have sworn he caught a quick glimpse of her tiny ass-hole as she rubbed between her cheeks. She turned back around and raised one leg up to the side of the tub and rubbed down one leg and then the other. With her leg up she worked the cloth to her groin and washed between her tan legs, not realizing she was giving him an almost perfect view of her pussy.
“Dear God,” Dave blurted out as Chloe finished washing between her slender legs.
Chloe looked up suddenly as she heard Mr. Foster. Through the crack of the door she could see him sitting on the bed, staring at her. His robe was open and she could clearly see his erection pointing straight at her. Her eyes shot wide open in fear as she reached out and slammed the door closed. The door bounced open again even wider than before. She tried to cover herself with the wash cloth as she slammed the door shut and made sure it latched this time. “Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod…,” her mind raced a mile a second. “He was watching me,” she thought. “Oh god. He was playing with himself.” “What am I going to do?” she muttered before rinsing the soap from her body, her stomach twisted in knots.
Dave took a moment to compose himself. There was no doubt, no uncertainty. It was time. He stood up and walked calmly to the door of the bathroom and knocked twice. “Chloe, sweetie. We need to talk.” The head of his hard prick rubbed against the smooth surface of the door. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard before,” he thought. “It’s all her. My angel.” Dave tried to adjust himself but it was hopeless, the first 3 inches of his prick stuck out from between his robe. He continued talking to Chloe through the door, “I know what ya saw, sweetie. And ya know what I saw. Just put your robe on and let’s talk about this. I’m moving back over to my bed and, just… whenever you’re ready.”
The frightened girl heard Dave shuffle away from the door. “What am I gonna do? What?” Chloe desperately thought. She could yell for help, but what then? He hadn’t done anything. “Yet.” She could run but he had her clothes. How far could she get in just her oversized robe. And either way it led to the cops being called and they would just take her back home. To her daddy. She realized she had no choice. She dried herself off, slowly, and combed out her hair, slowly, and even straightened up the bathroom, slowly. “Get ahold of yourself,” she thought. “Just get it over with.” She slid on her robe, slowly, and opened the door, slowly, and shuffled out, slowly, to have her “talk” with Mr. Foster.
Dave was transfixed as Chloe shuffled closer to him in her white robe. “An angel,” he thought. Her honey colored hair was combed back from her face and trailed down her back. The robe was an adult’s size and the neckline plunged down to just above her abdomen, leaving a deep V of her tan chest exposed. The arms of the robe slipped past her hands and her feet kicked out from beneath the hem as it dragged along the floor. While sitting he had managed to at least cover his erection but it was still tenting up the front of his robe. Standing in front of him she stopped, not looking up from the floor and her toes peeking out from under the robe.
Dave smiled sweetly. “You’re a vision Chloe. A perfect vision. A little angel. I think we should…”
“I know what to do, Mr. Foster,” Chloe interrupted, steeling herself. “My daddy showed me what to do.” She began opening her robe, revealing her wet, naked body.
For a moment Dave did nothing. Chloe’s wet hair hung down and over her slender shoulders, still slightly dripping. The beads of water flowed down her sun bronzed skin between her budding tits, over her small pooch of a belly and down to the white juncture between her legs. The obviously scared girl began climbing down onto her knees and he gripped her shoulders to stop her. “Now, now, Chloe. It’s a bit soon for all that.”
Chloe straightened back up and stared at Mr. Foster, tears filling her eyes. “Do you want to spank me first? Is that what you want?”
Dave licked his lips as the thought of bending the naked girl over his lap and filling his hands with her soft ass-cheeks flashed across his mind. “No, no, sweetie. Nothing like that.”
“What then?” Chloe began crying freely. “What do you want to do to me?”
Dave leaned forward and kissed the tears from the frightened girl’s face. “I want to show you how good a man can make a woman feel.”
“Th… that’s what… what my daddy al… always said,” Chloe sobbed.