Chloe Stark Nude Novels & Stories

She opens her wardrobe and pulls out a stunning black nude classic dress. Chloe had fallen asleep in the tub. The water had reached the top of her neck, and it was running out of the bathtub. She felt herself slipping down a little, and a little water entered her nose before she could wake up. 'Wouldn't it be more fun to drown than go on a date with him? Ah, what am I even thinking about today? Whatever happens in my life is not worth killing myself over.' Chloe thought and got out of the tub. She recklessly pulls the towel from the hook and ties it around her before leaving her bathroom.

Chloe knew the buttons to press to get what she needed from me and I for one couldn't resist anything from her not when there was someone else staring like she wanted to eat her up. “Chloe, don't test me,” I said as I pulled her back and she giggled. “Then fuck me, try these things on me. I want you to do it,” she slid the remainder of the clothing down to her feet, and stood fully naked without any iota of shyness. “Oh god,” I groaned as I grabbed her and kissed her. “These naughty little lips of yours need some marking.” I said as I crashed my lips on hers. “Yes, mark me, do anything and everything to me,” she moaned into the kiss as Rhoda continued to stare.

And perhaps it was a good thing none of that happened or I wouldn't have come home to see a flushed Chloe touching herself. It had to be the hottest sight I had seen in a long time. Sweet Chloe sprawled on the couch, her sexy black nightie that barely covered her butt is pushed aside while her expanse of creamy skin is exposed. The material, like all the flimsy dresses she seemed to own in abundance, covered her breasts with flowers and had a single spaghetti strap for each shoulder. There had been a flush on her cheeks, her pert mouth parted as her fingers worked the sweet flesh between her thighs.

“Touch yourself. Make me want you. If you can get me hard, then you can have whatever you want.” Chloe hesitated, her perfectly painted lips parting in surprise. Bet she wasn’t expecting that, for a moment, I saw the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. She wasn’t used to being told to perform like this and maybe she wasn’t interested anymore. I started to stand up. “If you can’t, then we’re done.” “Wait,” she said quickly, her hand catching my arm. “I’ll do it. Just… give me a second.” She stood up and slowly unzipped her dress, letting it slide down her body until it pooled at her feet. She was left in a black lace bra and matching panties. Her body was toned and beautiful, the kind most me

Foolishly, she removed all of her clothes except her undies. “Miss Chloe, I do not like to repeat myself.” I placed my head on my chin waiting for the show. All for a man. “Ok.” She pulled off everything and I didn’t fail to take my chance. I touched her everywher,e making sure my face did not sho; itt was obvious she was doing somethin; thee perso,n howeve,r was unknown. “Now that I have you right where I want you. You will be my slave, you will do everything I ask you to.” My hands were under her boobs kneading it and smiling as the red light beeped on the camera. What a perfect view.

The cleft of her pussy looked so tender and pretty, I reached forward and stroked the hairy skin of her mound with my fingertips. Then I looked at her face. I took her into my arms and kissed her neck, holding this beautiful naked woman as close as I could, I stroked her fat bare buttocks, grabbing and squeezing her meaty ass, and sliding my fingers up and down the crack. I stroked her bare back, and slid my hands around to cup her tits. I lifted and stroked her breasts, then held them both together to make a foot-and-a-half of cleavage. Chloe nuzzled my cock, then stepped gracefully into the tub, one small hand resting on her belly in that same gesture she used on the road.

Chloe watched from her window as the minivan disappeared down the street, a flash of angry red. The crunch of tires on gravel was the only soundThe house next door was quiet. Empty. A cage with the door left wide open. A slow smile spread across her face. She slipped into a long, black trench coat, the belt tied loosely at her waist. Underneath, she was completely naked. The cool silk of the lining brushed against her nipples, making them hard. She stepped into a pair of high heels.

Her voice filled with amusement as she added, “Besides, I’ve already done it. Tristan is her lover boy. In fact, once we turn her over to Antoh, I was thinking of looking this fella up myself. I want to see if he’s really that adept in bed or if she’s just that inexperienced.” Chloe glowered at the female standing before her. Unlike her companions, she looked fully human. To make matters worse, she was absolutely gorgeous with the long black hair cascading down to the small of her back. Thick black lashes framed huge doe-like eyes that reflected the light off their rich golden irises in a way that made Chloe fear she might get lost in them. Her pert little nose was set evenly between

Then I see her. "Chloe!" I scream, tucking back the gun. My feet automatically move and I run towards her. I come to a stop below her. Chloe is hanging on the roof , her head dangling above the bathtub. She is naked, her whole body covered in cuts and bruises. There are burn marks all over her skin. She looks pale, almost lifeless. Her hands are tied together with a rope, her legs are tied too but there is something else, a chain wrapped around her neck. My hand instinctively goes up to cover my mouth. Tears threaten to fall down my eyes.

Her cheeks coiled into a smile and I draped my hands on her waist, "may we dance together?" She nodded in reply. ..... Chloe's POV Feeling bored, I have been staring at the clock observing as the hand keeps moving. I have been laying on the bed expecting Xavier walking through the doors stepping into the room. It just hit 10:56. Isn't that really late in the hour of the night? Where is he? I pondered. I shut my eyes and I tried to sleep but I couldn't wondering when Xavier's gonna get home. Xavier's POV