The Hero: My Relationship with a Homeless Chantelle

As I stood there, looking at Chantelle’s distraught face, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. Her mascara-stained cheeks and runny nose only added to her tragic appearance. I offered to call her a cab to get her home, but she was too far gone to even consider it.

“Are you stupid?” she managed through her sobs. “I have no bag, which means I got no money, no keys, and no phone! How is a fuckin’ cab going to help?” she cried out in desperation.

I chuckled and said, “Calm down, let’s think of a solution to your problem. What’s your name?”

“Chantelle,” she replied, her voice shaking. “What am I going to do?”

I smiled and said, “I’m Mike, and let’s get you inside where it’s warm and dry. We’ll figure something out.” I turned and motioned her towards the door, and as she spun around, I caught a glimpse of her beautiful little round bubble-butt.

“Jesus,” I muttered to myself, feeling a sudden surge of attraction. I grabbed my bag and unlocked the door, guiding her inside the foyer. Before I locked the door behind me, I told her to go up and turn to the left, and head through the cubicles into the only office that was lighted.

As I stood there, watching her walk up the stairs, I couldn’t help but notice how her little crop top was basically transparent, highlighting her lovely little b-cup breasts with their little pencil eraser nipples and tiny aureoles. I felt a rush of excitement, but quickly pushed it aside, reminding myself that she was a minor.

Once upstairs, I navigated my way to the office I was using to find her just standing there with a lost look. I asked her if she wanted to use the phone and call somebody, but she replied, “No, I got nobody I can call right now.”

“Listen, maybe you should call your parents,” I suggested, trying to reason with her.

“I can’t!” she exclaimed, her voice rising in panic. “Because.”

I tried a different approach. “Why don’t you at least get out of those wet clothes, you can use the towel in my gym bag and dry off, and borrow my t-shirt and shorts, at least ’til your clothes are dry.” I offered.

She returned a few minutes later, wearing my t-shirt, which looked like a tent on her small frame. She handed me back my towel and shorts, and I couldn’t help but feel a little amused by her predicament.

“You’re not exactly the next supermodel, are you?” I said with a chuckle.

“Hey, shut up!” she replied, her eyes flashing with anger.

“Alright, alright,” I said, holding up my hands in mock surrender. “Let’s try this again. Call your parents, please.”

“I already told you, I can’t!” she exclaimed, her voice rising in frustration.

“Okay, well then we’ve got a problem,” I replied. “I have no cash on me, and as far as I’m aware, no taxi accepts credit cards. You won’t let me drive you home, so you need to call your parents and arrange for them to come and get you.”

“I’m not calling my dad,” she said, her voice firm. “He’s a stupid drunk, and he wouldn’t even remember my name if I called him now.”

“Okay, well then, what about your friends?” I asked, trying to think of another solution.

“No, that can’t happen,” she replied, her voice shaking. “My mom will find out, and she’ll freak and probably like kill me or something.”

“Alright, then,” I said, trying to reason with her. “What did you do to your boyfriend to make him leave you at some skanky bar downtown?”

“He thought I’m almost 19, and I also got fake ID,” she explained. “But the guy at the door figured out my ID was bogus, and wouldn’t let me in the club. So when the door guy wouldn’t let me in, my boyfriend freaked out at me and told me I was a stupid little cunt, and that he didn’t want to hang with me if I couldn’t go into clubs and bars with him.”

“How old is this guy, what’s his name?” I asked, my anger rising.

“He’s 21, and his name is Josh,” she replied. “He’s like a super-stud and all my friends were all jealous when I started dating him.”

“He’s a jerk in my books for leaving you alone downtown,” I said, my voice firm. “How old are you anyway?”

“17,” she answered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Liar!” I said, my voice rising in anger. “You can’t be more than 13 or 14! And you’re hanging out with a 21-year-old loser who dumps you at the first sign of trouble? Where’s your bag and your cellphone?”

“It’s in his car,” she replied, her voice shaking. “He wouldn’t even go get it for me; he just went into the club and left me standing there. That’s when I started walking home.”

“Listen, I’m not stupid, you know,” I said, my voice firm. “I figure you can’t be any older than 14 or 15, and you gotta know by now that you’re way too deep into this situation to keep lying to me.”

“Okay, okay!” she retorted. “I’m gonna be 15 in two months. It’s not like I’m some immature kid or something. I know what I’m doing.”

“Oh sure you do,” I said, mockingly. “You’re shacked up with a 21-year-old guy while your mother’s out of town, doing god knows what with him, and get dumped in a skeevy area of the city, left to fend for yourself. Yup, I guess you got it all together.”

“I know,” she quietly agreed. “Thank you Mike, you’re a good guy. I’m sorry I fucked up your night.”

“Life lesson number one,” I said. “Your so-called boyfriend was only after one thing, because it’s obvious the loser doesn’t appreciate what he had. You’ve gotta realize you’re nothing more than a sex toy for him. I bet he’s already forgotten you and is hooking up with the next one.”

Chantelle looked up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye, her dark hair mussed from her recent exertions, and a flush spreading across her cheeks. “I’ve had it all before,” she said, her voice husky from her recent activities. “Oral sex, fucking, the whole works. I’m not a virgin anymore, and I never was, not really.”

I watched her, fascinated by her boldness and confidence. She was a complicated girl, to say the least, and I found myself drawn to her in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Her eyes sparkled as she continued, “I want to eat your cock, right now. I’m starving for it, and I need it to satisfy me.” She stood up, her breasts jiggling with the movement, and walked over to me, her eyes locked on mine.

I felt a surge of desire at her words, and my cock began to stir once more. I knew I should be cautious, that I shouldn’t be getting involved with a 14-year-old girl, but there was something about Chantelle that drew me in, something that made me want to give in to my desires.

“Is it okay if I do it in the hot tub?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to feel the water and the bubbles, and I want to taste your cock while we’re surrounded by the peacefulness of your property.”

I hesitated for a moment, weighing my options, and then nodded my head. “Okay, let’s do it,” I said, trying to sound casual despite the excitement building inside me.

Chantelle grinned, a triumphant smile spreading across her face, and reached out to take my hand, leading me towards the hot tub.

I couldn’t help but feel a sense of trepidation as we approached the hot tub, the bubbles and water glistening invitingly in the fading light. What would happen next? Would I be able to control myself, or would I give in to my desires and let Chantelle take me to places I never thought I’d go?

As we reached the hot tub, Chantelle began to undress, her clothes falling to the ground in a heap. I watched, mesmerized, as she stepped into the hot tub, the water rippling around her body.

“Come on in,” she said, her voice husky and inviting. “Let’s get comfortable.”

I hesitated for a moment, and then stepped into the hot tub, the warm water enveloping me like a cocoon. Chantelle reached out and grabbed my cock, her hand wrapping around it like a vice.

“I’m going to eat you now,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. “And I’m going to make you feel like you’ve never felt before.”

I closed my eyes, letting out a sigh of anticipation, as Chantelle began to work her magic on me, her mouth and hands combining in a way that made my head spin.

Chantelle crawled out of the tub, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. “A virgin?” she snorted derisively. “Like who’s still a virgin in grade nine?!” She leaned in, her voice taking on a sultry tone. “We can fuck if you want to. I don’t mind, but I want your jizz in my mouth either way.”

My cock twitched at the thought of pounding her tight little pussy, and even flirted with the idea of her even tighter little asshole. I kept those thoughts to myself, but my eyes couldn’t help but roam over her wet, glistening body.

“Okay, that’s alright with me,” I replied. “Are you on birth control? Because if you’re not, we’ve got a problem. I’ve got no condoms, for Christ’s sake. There’s no way I’m taking that kind of chance.”

“Shit!” she exclaimed. She pouted and said, “I had a condom in my bag, but it’s in Josh’s car.”

She brightened up and said, “I guess you’re stuck with a blow-job, then. It’s okay, ’cause I wanna suck your cock all night.”

Chantelle looked over at me with a sly grin and said in a little girl voice, “Or you can fuck my ass if you want to.”

I just about came in my shorts right there and then. I’d been imagining her tight little asshole all night, and I couldn’t think of anything I’d rather do.

“Jesus, really?” I asked, my voice laced with amusement. “You take it up the ass too? You’re just a little sex machine, aren’t you?”

She looked proud of herself as she replied, “Yeah, well it’s not like I’m on birth control, you know. My mom would never let me get the pill. And girls don’t always have condoms just lying around, you know.”

Chantelle continued, “What if a cute guy wants to fuck instead of getting head? You gotta do something, or he’s just going to find another chick that will do anal. It’s okay, really. I love it in the ass. I like it better up my ass than in my pussy, anyway. It makes me cum lots getting fucked in the ass.”

I was taken aback by her words, but somehow, I believed her. She had a way of making me think she was telling the truth, even when it sounded outrageous.

“Chantelle, what are you going to do next?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

She looked up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye and said, “Skullfuck me. Use my mouth like a pussy, okay? Fuck my mouth like I’m a slut, I want it.”

“You want to be treated like a slut?” I asked, my voice low and husky. “No problem, your wish is my command.”

Chantelle nodded eagerly, and I stood up, grabbing her head none too gently. I shoved my cock between her lips, and started fucking her sweet little mouth with force and authority.

She quickly started gagging, and tears started leaking out of the corners of her eyes, but I didn’t stop. I just kept going, pounding my cock down her throat like a jackhammer.

Just as I was getting into the rhythm, I realized that Chantelle was furiously rubbing her clit again. I knew that I was going to last a while longer, so I yanked my cock out of her mouth just in time to watch her bring herself to orgasm again.

“This is going to be a while, you know, before I cum again,” I said, my voice husky with desire.

Chantelle looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and said, “I don’t care, just fuck my mouth ’til you cum again!”

Just then, I heard the sound of the pizza delivery kid’s rice-rocket tuner car. It was Evan, the usual delivery guy, with our food.

“I’ll get it,” I said, pulling Chantelle up and telling her to put on a t-shirt before I went to answer the door.

“Oh no you don’t!” she said excitedly. “I told you I would take care of it for you!”

Chantelle put on the t-shirt, and I couldn’t help but notice how it clung to her wet body. She looked like she had just been fucked, and I felt my cock getting harder just looking at her.

Half suspecting what she had in mind, I hung back, hidden in the shadows in the living room with a clear view of the foyer.

Chantelle answered the door, and Evan’s eyes just about popped out of his head. He was expecting me to answer the door, with the usual payment and tip in hand, but instead, he was treated to the sight of a little nymphet wearing nothing but an oversize clingy t-shirt.

“Where’s Mike?” Evan asked Chantelle, trying hard not to be obvious about staring at her chest.

“Oh, he’s sleeping, he’s feeling kind of sick,” she said in a low voice, while she looked at his crotch.

“Oh, okay, here’s your pizza,” Evan said, handing her the food. “It’s $42.50, including delivery.”

Chantelle took her time, bending over to set the food down on the floor, and I could see the erection in his pants from where I was standing.

“I don’t got any cash on me,” she said, running her hands over her body. “What are we gonna do?”

Evan looked nervous, but Chantelle just grinned and said, “If I show you what I got under my shirt, is that going to be enough? No? That’s not enough, is it?”

Chantelle twirled around, raising the t-shirt almost to her naked pussy, and Evan’s boner threatened to burst free from his pants.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” she said, her voice low and sexy.

“What do you mean?” Evan squeaked.

“I’ll give you a blow-job,” Chantelle replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Evan gulped, and sealed his fate by responding, “What about Mike?”

“What about Mike?” Chantelle said, her voice haughty. “He’s sleeping, I told you. It’s not like he’s standing right here, is it? He won’t know, and anyway, it’s my business not his.”

Chantelle leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper. “You can’t cum in my mouth, though. And there’s no way you’re blowing all over my face.”

Evan looked crestfallen, but Chantelle just smiled and said, “Okay, jeez, don’t be a baby about it. Okay, I’ll let you shoot off in my mouth, but I don’t let guys do this, never.”

Evan brightened up at the prospect and said, “We can call it my tip, okay?”

Chantelle fumbled with his zipper, and Evan took off his pants. She clamped her mouth on his cock a split second later, and I could see her bobbing up and down as she sucked him.

When she finally let him go, Evan looked like he was in a daze. “Fuck yeah!” he exclaimed. “Don’t stop! Finish it slut!”

Chantelle returned to sucking him, and started working his cock like a pro. She pulled off his cock and said, “When you’re ready, just jerk off in my mouth, okay?”

Back to his cock she went, bobbing at a quick pace, and stroking him hard. He started wiggling around a bit, and I knew he was close.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” he shouted.

“In my mouth, in my mouth!” Chantelle urged him on as soon as his cock came out of her mouth.

She leaned back on her heels, and faced him with her mouth open and her tongue out, anticipating his orgasm. He grabbed his cock and started stroking it, and with a grunt sent several spurts of jizz straight onto her tongue.

Chantelle suckled the tip of his penis, and then demonstrated the same technique she had shown me, swirling the cum around in her mouth, then she opened her mouth to show him her prize, letting it pool on her cupped tongue.

“Swallow it, bitch!” Evan said.

Down her throat went the orgasmal evidence. She stayed kneeling on the floor, licking her lips.

“Oh my god!” Evan said. “Fuck that was awesome!”

“Are we good?” Chantelle asked.

“Oh yeah!” Evan said. “Make sure you ask for me next time you order.”

Chantelle smiled and said, “Mmmm, you’re so tasty, I’d give you another one if you wanted, for free.”

Evan looked disappointed as he pulled up his pants and turned around to leave. “I gotta go,” he said. “Still got like six more hours on my shift.”

He left quickly, and I heard his car start and quickly leave my property.

Neither of us had moved. Chantelle was still on her knees, and I had remained in the shadows where I had watched her blow the pizza delivery guy.

Finally, I came out of my stupor, and called to her, “Chantelle? You okay?”

“Yes,” she replied. “Why don’t you get over here and finish what you started?”

“I will, but first we should eat,” I said.

“Okay,” she replied, sounding slightly disappointed.

I walked into the foyer, and grabbed the food from the floor, and turned and went back to the sun room. A naked Chantelle followed behind me, and once we reached the sun room, she sat down cross-legged on the carpeted floor.

“I’m starving,” I said.

“You must be famished,” I asked her. “Did you eat today?”

“Nope,” she replied. “Just jizz is all.”

I was taken aback by her response. “You ate the jizz from two blow-jobs? That’s it? That’s not exactly a lot of food, you know.”

“Oh no,” she replied. “More like seven or eight blow-jobs. Seven, I guess.”

“Seven?” I was astounded.

“Well, yeah,” Chantelle said, sounding proud. “Let’s see, I gave Josh one when we woke up, and then later in the shower I gave him another. So that’s two right there. And before we went out clubbing, I had to give Josh and our two buddies a blow-job before we left, to take the edge off, like Josh said.”

“What the fuck?” I said. “Josh makes you give his friends blow-jobs? What is wrong with this guy?”

Chantelle looked at me with a nonchalant expression. “Yeah, so what?” she said. “It’s not like I don’t wanna do it, you know. And it’s not like they complain about it either.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “Okay, but why would he make you blow his buddies before you guys went clubbing?”

“Like I said, to take the edge off,” Chantelle replied. “That way they’re like all relaxed and not buggin’ me, and if I did it for them, it’s like they would buy me drinks, and give me joints or get me some E.”

I decided to change the subject. “Let’s have some pizza!” I said, trying to sound cheerful.

“Okay,” Chantelle replied, sounding slightly disappointed.

We destroyed the first pizza in a matter of minutes, and even made a dent in the second one. I passed Chantelle a soft drink, and let out a satisfied belch, which made her giggle.

“I gotta go pee,” she said. “Where’s the bathroom?”

As I stepped out of the tub, the warm water dripping from my body, I couldn’t help but be drawn to the sound of Chantelle’s laughter coming from the living room. She had been in the bathroom for a few minutes, and I was curious about what she might have found.

“Hey, guess what I found,” she said, her voice filled with excitement as she walked into the room, a bottle of baby oil clutched in her hand.

“How about a million dollars?” I replied, playing along.

No, silly!” she laughed, “It’s this,” she said, holding up the bottle of baby oil. “It makes it a lot easier to…ahem…enjoy myself.”

My eyes locked onto hers, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire. She knew exactly what she was doing, and I couldn’t wait to see what she had planned.

“Let me see,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I took the bottle from her hand.

She pivoted, her back to me, and bent over, her ass cheeks spreading apart as she prepared herself for me. I felt my cock twitch in anticipation as I watched her circle her finger around her anus, the baby oil making it easier for her to slip it inside.

As she began to fuck herself, I lay back down in the tub, mesmerized by the sight before me. Her moans grew louder, and she started to shuffle her feet in excitement. I knew I had to be inside her, but for now, I was content to watch her bring herself to orgasm.

She didn’t take long, her body tensing up as she cried out in pleasure. I felt a pang of regret that I wasn’t inside her, but it was soon replaced by anticipation. I quickly got out of the tub and approached her, my cock throbbing with desire.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I asked, my voice husky with need.

“Yes, I’m positive,” she replied, her eyes locked onto mine. “I want you to fuck my ass.”

I pushed her down onto the sofa, my hands grasping her waist as I prepared to take her. I felt a thrill of excitement as I realized that I was about to experience something truly unique.

“Last chance,” I warned her, my voice barely above a whisper as I positioned myself at her anus.

“Do it,” she urged, her voice filled with excitement.

I slowly pressed the head of my cock against her anus, watching as it spread to accept the invasion. I pushed harder, and with a slight pop, I was inside her.

She moaned in pleasure, her body tensing up as I began to move in and out of her. I couldn’t believe the tightness of her ass, the way it gripped my cock like a vice.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered, her voice filled with pleasure as I continued to pound her.

I didn’t stop until she screamed out in orgasm, her body tensing up as she came. I slowed down, giving her a moment to catch her breath before I started again.

This time, she came even harder, her body jerking as she orgasmed. I slowed down, pulling my cock out of her ass as I watched her anus close up.

She whimpered in post-orgasmic bliss, her body still trembling with pleasure. I lay on the floor, my cock still throbbing with desire as I watched her.

She slowly got to her feet, a sly smile spreading across her face as she approached me. “Let me give you a little more lube,” she said, her voice husky with desire as she grabbed the bottle of baby oil.

I lay back, my cock still throbbing with desire as she squatted over me, her asshole opening up to receive me. I felt a surge of excitement as I realized that I was about to experience something truly unique.

Plop! In one swift move, she forced her asshole onto my cock, and began to fuck herself on it. I felt a thrill of excitement as I realized that I was about to experience something truly unique.

She didn’t take long to cum, her body tensing up as she cried out in pleasure. I felt a pang of regret that it was over, but it was soon replaced by anticipation.

“Are you getting tired?” I asked, my voice husky with need.

“Yeah, I’m getting kinda tired,” she replied, her voice filled with exhaustion.

“Don’t worry about me, if you want to stop, we’ll stop,” I assured her.

“My ass is getting sore,” she said, her voice filled with regret.

“Okay, little one, off to bed,” I said, my voice husky with desire.

“You know how I’m going to wake you up tomorrow, huh?” she asked, her voice filled with excitement.

“I have a pretty good idea,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper as I leaned in to kiss her.

“In my mouth, shoot it in my mouth!” she screamed, her voice filled with excitement as I came, my sperm shooting into her mouth like a geyser.

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a wanton look as she gargled my cum, then swallowed it down. I collapsed to the floor, weakened from my ejaculation, and totally spent.

Chantelle looked like the proverbial cat that swallowed a canary, and leaned over to give me a great big hug.

“Oh my god I love your jizz!” she said, her voice filled with excitement.

“Let’s get to bed, okay, we’ve got a lot of stuff to do tomorrow,” I reminded her, my voice husky with desire.

“Was I the best fuck you ever had?” she asked, her voice filled with naivety.

“The best blow-job I have ever had in my life, and the tightest fuck ever!” I exclaimed, my voice barely above a whisper as I leaned in to kiss her.