Chloe Sims Nude Novels & Stories

Chloe was inside, still in her cum-soaked shorts—fingers lazily circling her clit, eyes half-lidded. She looked up and saw Lauren standing there. Neither spoke. Chloe just smiled—slow, filthy—and spread her legs wider.

Their entire dynamic is completely broken and transactional in that specific format. Come Friday night, Chloe Sullivan executes a complete wardrobe transformation before leaving the corporate fortress of Luthor International. She had spent the operational hours in standard associate attire, but when she meets the two alphas near the armored Bentley parked deep within the secured subterranean garage, she is clad in a provocative, pink sleeveless wrap dress. The plunging V-neck splits her chest entirely, the thin halves secured solely by a leather belt at her waist, while the hem terminates at the extreme upper boundary of her thighs. It is instantly glaring that she has abandoned all undergar

She moved like a predator closing in on wounded prey. "Hey guys, I’m back with Athena Cole!" Chloe announced to her livestream, her voice pitched at an aggressive, upbeat register. "So, Athena, the cheating rumors were totally dropped this morning. Care to give us an exclusive on how it feels to get cleared by the board, or are you still giving very much guilty vibes?" I stepped left to bypass her, but the camera followed my movement with predatory speed. Chloe blocked my path again, her expression hungry for a reaction, her thumb hovering over the ‘share’ button.

Chapter Three Chloe’s POV I didn’t speak much when we got back to the dorm that night. Rita didn’t ask any questions. She just walked in, pulled out a pack of ice from our mini freezer, and pressed it into my hand. “Put this on your face,” she said softly. I stared at her for a second, then nodded. My cheek still burned where Anne slapped me earlier, and honestly, I was still trying to process everything. What's up with her sudden change in behavior? Was it because I stood up for he today.

I lie back on the bed, watching her peel off a skin-tight lycra dress to reveal that's she's wearing a g-string underneath and no more, unless you want to count her earrings. Her figure is good, not spectacular, but because she's fit and toned, she still looks great and with her medium-large tits, she doesn't need a bra either. She's quite dusky-skinned, some variety of South-American I think, and her nipples are dark and brown against the coffee of her breasts. As she sways and shimmies for me, a crowd is gathering outside the viewing port, enjoying her performance, and my cock is nudging awake. She's an uncomplicated soul is Chloe, and I know she doesn't stand on ceremony, so I stand to qu

Tonight she would learn exactly how much control I could take and how sweetly she would beg when I gave it back. At precisely eight the door opened. Chloe stepped inside wearing the schoolgirl outfit I had laid out for her. Fuck. It was even better than I imagined. A tiny white blouse tied just under her full breasts, leaving her midriff bare and her hard nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. A pleated plaid skirt so short it barely covered the curve of her ass. White thigh-high socks with little bows, black Mary Jane shoes, and her auburn hair in two loose pigtails. She looked innocent and filthy at the same time, exactly the kind of temptation I loved to corrupt.

Chloe is 19 and very gorgeous, as in the Miss America peagent type. "Hey mom, have you seen my black pumps?" Chloe asked as she entered the kitchen. she was in a high waisted skirt and crop top sweatshirt that hung half way off the shoulders. She looked at me and face palmed. "Staz your not really gonna wear that are you?" She questioned.

She moaned but began to suck hard on me again as Christine pulled off Chloe's underwear and tights. Chloe's body was a stunning as I could ever have imagined. She was lithe and slender, her skin pale and freckled. Her bottom was tight and pert and her red-tipped breasts surprisingly large against her slim frame. She lay back on the desk spreading her legs to expose a small bright red thatch of hair above her pretty pink pussy. She looked up at and begged me, "Please, Sir! I need you." I pulled my cock from Brigitte's mouth with a pop and stepped forward to stand between Chloe's open legs.

I blink, afraid if I look away she’ll disappear somehow, that maybe I’m just imaging all this. She’s drenched from the rain, dark red hair hanging around her face, somehow highlighting her intense green eyes. Dressed in hiking boots, black leggings, and a white t-shirt with the words Shadowfall along the collar, my eyes go right to her breasts on their own accord and—fuck—I can see the faint outline of her nipples through the wet fabric. I’ve wondered what Chloe looks like naked multiple times over the years. I’ve caught glimpses of her here and there, most happening innocently enough. But seeing her—all of her—has been the subject of my dreams more times than once.

"Bend over, Holly -- I want your ass." Holly let out a breath that was more like a moan, and suddenly the expression of longing on her face was open and intense. She turned around, and braced herself on the sofa -- bent over, knees on the cushions, her hands and forehead against the sloping back of the couch, her ass raised. She was naked except for her black choker and her knee-high black and white socks, and as Simon looked at her hanging tits, her shapely thighs, and her round, firm, virgin ass, he felt like his cock was ready to explode all over again.