Who would you fuck? Chloe ( left ) or Daisy ( right )

Smoking hot sisters. Chanel on the left Chloe on the right. Which one do you want to Fuck?

Who'd fuck Chloe cherry? Been jerking off to her for a few days now. Wanna join?

Romantic date or cheap whore fuck?

It hadn’t taken long to organise... A little chatting, fingers busy on the keyboard, flirtations exchanged, confidences built on the chat screen before moving to the telephone. Then it happened, she hesitantly said “I’ve always wanted to be a whore.” Quite out of the blue when we were considering a meeting.

“Really,” I said. “You just want to be used, paid for raw and base sexual services.”

A moment’s silence then hesitantly “Yes I’ve always wanted that. I want it to be real. I want to be used like a cheap tart. Simply someone who is fucked, fucked hard, used without caring just to satisfy animalistic urges” all came tumbling into my ear.

“Then simples...” I said mimicking the TV meerkat “We have been working up to meeting. You want that and so do I. You want to be a whore and I fantasise about picking up a cheap, no limits prostitute, to use for extremes without caring how she feels. To take what I want. To get myself off and more than once. We have this chance now, this very weekend, before we get to know each other better, to live that fantasy, make it a reality, in comparatively safely and..” I hesitated before saying slowly and deliberately “... and so wantonly depraved and raw.”

“Don’t say anything.” I rattled out before she could reply. “I’m going to ask you some questions about your favourite drinks, work, mundane things to distract you whilst your mind races through the possibilities. When I’m done you can agree or disagree. We can still proceed with a normal date... Do you understand?”

The silence was perhaps four or five seconds but it seemed like an eternity. “Okay then... Yes.” Was her surprisingly soft and hesitant reply

I rambled on for a few minutes. Found that she liked very dry martinis, chilled Chardonnay, was fed up with work, needed more challenges, was tired of petty disputes over car parking spaces under her building and a few other trivial inconsequential minutiae of her daily life.

We knew that our thoughts were elsewhere. Our voices were somewhat monotone, low-key, clearly enunciated. We knew that we were both weighing up the risks, rewards and sheer perversity of what I suggested. Would Friday bring a simple light-hearted, flirtatious date? Slowly building up to tenderness, slow kisses, tentative touching and then, if the gods of happenstance and chemistry shone down upon us, fumbling, exploring and sex. Like millions of other first daters all over the world.

We hadn’t even exchanged photographs. We knew each other’s ages, approximate heights, general look, obviously shared a sense of humour, were skittish, openly flirtatious and both felt very comfortable with all the exchanges we had revelled in up to that moment. We knew we both craved extremes and had vibrant, active and indulgent pasts.

I drew breath and finished my anecdote about a friend and his neighbour who acted like a parking warden, living his life chastising people who parked incorrectly, not in the assigned spaces or didn’t display the residents parking permit correctly on the windscreen. Mindless words that served only to give us both time to consider what we are about to do.

I hesitated for a moment, drew an audible breath and said slowly and deliberately. “It’s decision time... Friday night will be ours regardless. It will be Henry’s bar. You know it and so do I. You have the choice. Either come as you are, the Dottie I have felt so comfortable with over these past two weeks, or embrace our fantasy and become Chloe who will sell herself, without restrictions or limitations, for half a bottle of shared champagne and a £50 note.” I paused wondering how this had all snapped into place in my mind so quickly, so precisely, so fully formed. “Just listen to what I say... Think hard; this is a step into reality not fantasy and when I finish tell me who you will be at 8:30 on Friday in Henry’s."

"It won’t be set in stone, although we both know it is unlikely either will change our minds, back down or shy away." I drew another breath, amazed at the fluency with which the idea was forming unrehearsed. “I want you to know that at any time over the next 70 odd hours you can change your mind. I’ll never refer to this conversation again and we will have a laughter filled, outrageous, warm and intimate evening. All you have to say it’s who you will be, Dottie or Chloe.”

“Text me on Friday morning with the details of something that will make you distinctive so I can pick you out from the throng. I will have a small silver aeroplane in my lapel. The back bar in Henry’s is a great place for an excellent dry martini. When I see you, I will ask if you would enjoy one with me. Look me straight in the eye, tell me you want it stirred, not shaken and diluted like that idiot bond, and I will agree. Tell you what good taste you have, then ask you the question that will steal your fate for the evening.”

“Up to that very instant, that fork in the roads, you’re free to choose the path you will follow. Both routes will be delightful, both will be exciting. One darker, twisting, demanding and deliciously perverted the other broader, easily followed, though still flirtatious and full of adventure. You choose by telling me your name for the night.”

“I will happily share an evening, night, or even the weekend with whoever you choose to be. Dottie will get my full, head on, attention, flirtation and charm. Chloe will be treated like the £50 whore she has always dreamt of being.”

“So... My frolicsome, flirtatious new friend, who do you hope to be on Friday?” The phone fell silent. Only our synchronous laboured breathing troubled the airwaves between us. Seconds ticked past, the silence, in itself, was charged with eroticism and tension.

I heard a slight clearing of the throat, a deeper sharp intake of breath and then the single word “Chloe.”

The exhalation, the relaxation, the sudden rush I felt appeared to come bouncing back at me through the ether, almost a climactic moment. I steadied myself, cleared my throat, and said. “There is nothing more to say... I look forward to Friday, 8:30, Henry’s back bar... I relish buying Chloe but would be delighted if Dottie turned up. I know I can’t lose. So I leave it to you?”

“Yes... Chloe will text you on Friday morning.” She replied, her voice slightly shriller and quicker than before. “She will have thought of something appropriate to wear by then. If nothing else the next 70 hours will be filled with speculation and anticipation... Wait for my text.”

“I will. I most certainly will” I replied, my mind racing through the possibilities. “My phone will never leave me on Friday.” My brain had frozen in the sudden realisation of the pact we had made, but not quite sealed. My thoughts were racing but my tongue was tied. I lamely added “Good night, sleep well.”

“Good night.” Was all I heard as the phone clicked over to that empty, vacant sound of a disconnected call.

What a way to start!

Regardless of who turned up, Dottie or Chloe, I knew that this was going to be the firing up of something incredibly different and truly exciting.

Maybe I’ll write down how it went another day. Truth is often stranger than fiction.

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I have to confess I've recently become completely infatuated with my girlfriends daughter, who I recently found out is a complete slut! She's always been super cute but I seen her as a young girl. About a year ago her mother mentioned to me that Chloe (not her real name) asked to go on the pill, which caught me off guard too as I never thought of her like that. Within two months of going in the pill she completely transformed from a skinny little girl to a complete hotty, her tits tripled in size to a large D, her ass went from a small teen ass to this amazing thick bubble butt and her attitude went from meek and mild to sassy and flirty. Her mother has commented that she's becoming a teen which is true...but I suspected a little more than that and have confirmed it!

She looks so amazing now she's all I can think about, she dresses slutty, wears lots of make up, started hanging out with these two girls that I can tell are total sluts, boys are constantly texting her, so I started snooping. At first I would just go through her purse, I found condoms and based on the brands and dates she's been going through at least one a day, which turned me on even more, I would snoop in her room and found lingerie that her mom clearly didn't buy for her. I really wanted to look on her phone but it password protected and like most teen girls it never leaves her side, so for two weeks straight every time she would get a text I would walk by her in hopes of catching her code, finally I did. I waited for a night when she left her phone on the counter to charge and went snooping, what a jackpot!

She would constantly share stories with her one slutty friend Trish, the conversations were never more than a couple days old which means she would delete them every few days, over the next couple months I would check her phone as often as I could. I've found out that she has three regular booty calls plus fucks random guys all the time, that her and Trish give this Devon kid, a friend of theirs, double blowjobs at least 3 times a week plus threesomes once in a while too, and that Chloe can deepthroat all thick 8" of him and always swallows because Trish doesn't like to (lucky fucking kid!). That they just have "girls night" where they lick each others pussy all night and play with "big blue", I didn't know what that meant until I was snooping in her room again and found a big, thick 9" blue silicone dildo!

We left her home alone over night with strict instructions she could only have a few friends over, I knew she was gonna do something fun, the next day when we got back she had cleaned the house which was unusual, including taking the garbage out. The girlfriend assumed she had a little party, I went through the garbage and tied up in a grocery bag was 26 used condoms, i could tell many had been used for anal, two bottles of lube and some ripped thigh highs. Later that night her mother noticed she was kind of limping and asked what was wrong, she said she twisted her knee but I could tell it wasn't a sore knee limp, I can only imagine what went on here with her and her friends! My dick got instantly hard...

A couple more months have gone by and I keep finding out more, her and Trish have added this tiny little blonde named Tamara to their girls night, I've found several more dildos and toys. Chloe always sucks off this older guy who always wants to cum on her face but she "doesn't mind as long as its after school, it kinda make her hot!", that she "loves anal but prefers not to use a condom", she's having threesomes with guys but can't convince them to DP her because they're scared to touch each other, but she did convince them to cum in her pussy one right after the other because she "likes how it feels!"

Where were these girls when I was growing up! I can barely be in the same room as her without getting a hard on now, plus she's gotten super flirty with me and teases on purpose, if her moms not around she'll wear a see through white cotton shirt with no bra and tight yoga pants, I can see her tits through her shirt plain as day, and let me tell you, big teenage "D" tits that formed less than a year ago are the perkiest, firmest, greatest tits you'll ever see, better than any fake tits!

Anyone else out there relate to this....I can't stand it!

now this is just a random find, and i find this article a really good read. it is about Chloe Grace Moretz growing up too fast...?

it's obvious though, that articles are written like this because the ''grown ups'' are in fear of what is fact, young girls are attractive, and men will desire them. it's about acting on such desires when it becomes a problem. im 22 yr old and find her attractive, not just because ''i wanna fuck her sooo bad'', i find her face attractive, her persona, etc etc. it's not like she is 8, she is 15, it's my human instinct, i believe i am normal. and if people say i am a PEDO a SICKO, then hey, that's what you think, i know what i am, im a human with instincts, biological instincts. tell nature it's sick. obviously i know i will never get with a 15 yr old, because it is emotionally and morally weird/wrong in today's society, but the instincts we all have are still there, in all males. males are basically, naturally predatory, from the first days years and years ago, the male went for the young, not very young but around them ages of 13 14 15.., it's just life has evolved into what we have today, and we need to now protect the teens from men with evil intentions.

i don't want to rape a young girl, that's not my point, before you think this. ok read the article it's a good little read. the article is not about what i have just said though, that was just my little view on thing's :)

just thought i would post and if you all want to discuss, then discuss.
http://screencrush.com/reel-women-chloe-grace-moretz/

Anyone got any more of this whore? Goes by the name of Chloe Cummings, ironic name. She fucks 2-3 guys a week in Edinburgh so someone must have pics. I know she had loads on her phone as she showed me but never got her to send me them.

I went to see Kick-Ass the other day and oh...my...god. Not only was it a brilliant film, it was made infinitely better by Chloe Moretz (Hit Girl.)

She's a great actress and all that but on top of everything she's fucking GORGEOUS. My GOD I would hit that soooo hard.

Best and sexiest thing about the film in my opinion.

Meet Chloe, a wacked out druggie that is completely fucking insane. I met her on a dating app (Tinder to be exact). We matched up, and had a good conversation. She wanted to meet me for drinks, and ended up meeting and skipping the drinks only to go back to her place and fuck.

Chloe had a small messy, smelly apartment. Unwashed stained undies scattered the floor around her bed, she didn't clean at all. Messy plates with old food on them were on her dresser, old bottles of beer, wine of all kinds decorated the floor as well as the dressers.

"Yeah, it's a fucking mess," she admitted, "but you're not here as my maid, you're here to fuck this body, right?" She leaned in and bit my lip hard enough to cause it to bruise and swell.
She took off her clothing and got on her knees and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, my cock was immediately in her throat. She pumped it with her hand and used her teeth to scrape the tip. I winced in pain.
She pulled my cock out of her mouth, "ya fucking pussy man up. Hey, take a pic of me kissing your cock."
"My phone is in my jacket," I told her.
She slapped me on my ass hard, and went and picked up my jacket, handed it to me and I got my phone.
"Take a fucking picture," she said as she looked up and kissed my cock.
I did, took the picture and then she started going crazy - holding my ass and pulling my body into her face, she was almost raging - it was weird. She gripped my ass and then slid a finger up my asshole, I jump.
Again she came up for air, "oh you little fuck, you don't like anal play? lay down."
I looked around her messy floor, her bed was unkempt and dirty too.
"On the floor?"
She slapped my ass hard, and had a weird look in her eyes. I laid down and she stood up and went to her dresser where she got out a bag filled with some white powder, not sure what it was - probably coke or heroine. She put a little on my stomach and snorted it off and screamed really loud.
"FUCK YEAH, N***** bitch slut," she screamed as she inhaled more of it. Yes - I'm a white dude and she called me (or whoever) the N word. She licks her index and middle fingers and inserts them up her ass and then proceeds to mount me, but falls right over onto my face and starts laughing. She then bites my neck hard. And then jumps up, and shoves my cock right into her ass, with no condom.
I was a bit freaked out, this bitch was off the walls. She started rough riding my cock, sloppily, her ass was nice and tight but she was so fucked up she couldn't keep it inside her and she'd pull to far up and it would pop out, which was creating more air suction - so she'd let out these smelly farts - and then lick my cock and try to shove it back in her ass. Eventually she put it into her pussy, and started pulling on her nipples, and beating on her chest like she was an ape. Grunting, sometimes looking up at the ceiling and zoning out, falling over and then regaining her composure. I didn't know what was wrong with her when she fell over I told her that I had to go.
"Listen mother fucker, fuck you. Fucking whore," she said drooling, spreading her legs, slapping her cunt hard. I just shook my head. No way was this crazy pussy worth it.
I reached for my pants and she screamed and jumped on me, pushing me down on to her nasty bed.
"Come on, come on come on, baby baby baby fuck. Need you, give me your cum before you leave baby, please please please."
She again jammed my cock inside her and grabbed my neck, so I grabbed her neck - fuck this cunt.
She grinned, "Squeeze," so I did, tightly. Her face started turning purple so I stopped. She leaned down and bit my chest, breaking the skin so I slapped her - this made her fuck me harder.
"YES!!! That's it, I'm a bad fucking whore, get this whore's pussy and spray your cum."
I over powered her, flipped her over and grabbed on to her neck an pulled her hair to hold her down. Then I twisted one of her arms behind her and plowed into her doggie style. She tried to fight but I pushed her face deeper into her disgusting bedding.
"Oh daddy, you're such a fucking N*****", I smacked the back of her head, hard.
"Stop being such a racist cunt," I said sternly. She started bucking with each thrust of my cock and I flipped her over missionary. Her lip was bleeding because she was biting too hard on in, and she was way too high to even know what the fuck she was even doing.
"Give me your cum daddy," she moaned, and I did. I came inside her pussy. She slumped back into the bed, seemingly satisfied so I got dressed.
"Stay the night daddy, please?" she was trying to act like an innocent little girl.
"No, I got shit to do - " she started crying.
"you better call me..." she whimpered.
I left. I don't know if I'll call her, she really did leave a lot of bruises and bite marks on me. I guess if I'm desperate and I need a hole to fuck, I might give her another go - but otherwise I'm going to keep looking for other whores to fuck on Tinder.

I confess that i just watched Dance Moms on youtube and have to say that Maddie Ziegler & Chloe are fucking hottttt