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Relaxing Chloe
by edintx99
The house was dark when I drove up. I left the car in the circle drive, unlocked the front door and went inside. Shoes off, I padded down the marble foyer and turned right at the kitchen.
She was home! A small floor lamp in corner was on, silhouetting her shape. She didn’t know I was there, just kept making a sandwich on the butcher block counter. I watched, silent.
I knew it had been a long couple weeks for Chloe. She had hopped back and forth over five continents in pursuit of the fabrics she used to design her lines of clothes. My weeks had been typical, quiet, secluded. She worked so I could pursue my passion of writing, more a hobby right now and certainly not paying our bills.
She was an angel, emotionally and physically. I made love to her form in a glance.
She wore red high heels, black stockings, and a tight grey pinstriped skirt. It was just a little too short for normal business standards. Chloe was wearing one of her personally designed and tailored silk jackets: narrowed to accentuate her small waist, form fitting to her full bosom and setting off her wide shoulders. To me, her pinstriped business outfit was even sexier than when she wore nothing but sheer silk lingerie.
I’d overheard a business colleague of hers at a party one time calling her, ‘Sex on heels.’ The bulge in my pants told me I definitely agreed.
“Chloe?”
She literally jumped an inch off the floor in her spiked heels but also pivoted and landed facing me in a standard, defensive karate position. “Shit!” She was a black belt and fit.
I closed the distance while saying, “Honey, geez, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
She dropper her scimitar-posed hands to her sides as I caught her shoulders and gave her a little peck of a kiss. She gave me a small smile but her whole frame was tense in my hands.
She put her palms on my chest and pushed me away a couple inches, looking up into my face. “Hey, Jack, no problem. Been a long week.” She turned back to making her sandwich.
I was left staring at her back, puzzled. “Tough negotiations?’
“Yeah.” She finished her work, took a bite and turned to me, chewing. “Just need to rest.”
“Sure, sure.” But I had other ideas. “Hey, eat later, come here.”
I took her hand and gave it a tug. She gave me a small smile, resisted but then reluctantly followed me back to the bedroom. A long walk down a polished mahogany floor—left, right and left open doors: media room, guest bedroom, and then master bedroom.
I flipped a switch and the bedroom was magically lit with a hundred small scented candles. The bed was carefully made with our best silk sheets. Quiet classical music came over the speaker system. Two dozen roses, a chilled bottle of champagne and a variety of bedroom accessories were spread out on one of the end tables.
The big smile. “Ohhh, Jack, it’s beautiful.” The small frown and slumped shoulders. “But I’m just so tired.”
I pulled gently on her hand to draw her to me. She complied, facing me and stood on her tip toes. My hands went around her waist. I could feel the weeks’ tension in the small of her back. I gently kissed her on the mouth. “Chloe, darling, you are so tense; you will never get to sl33p. Let me help you relax.”
She raised an eyebrow at me, but lowered herself off her toes and put her head on my chest. “That would be nice.”
I led her to the side of the king size bed. When she tried to sit down, I stopped her by tugging on her hand. I turned her around to face me, unbuttoned two buttons on her jacket and then helped her out of it. I carefully folded it on a nearby chair.
She wore a long-sleeve white silk blouse, the buttons hidden behind a placard front. One by one, I undid them, spending just a moment too long on the two that were between her breasts. I ran my hands through her short brown hair, down the sides of her neck and then slid the blouse off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet, the white accenting the bl00d-red Louboutin’s she was wearing.
Her breasts, pushed up by a lacey black bra, drew my eye. I lusted for her. My cock grew thicker, longer, a noticeable tube down my left pant leg. I was sure I felt a small wetness dribbling down my leg.
Chloe noticed and smiled. She nibbled her lower lip as she reached for my bulge. I brushed her hand away.. “This is your night. Relax.”
Her breasts heaved up once, twice. Her nostril’s flared. She whispered. “Yes, my sweet Jack, yes.”
I dropped to my knees and reached around the back of her skirt. One zip, a little tugging, and it fell to the floor. Underneath, a thong, garters, and stockings.
She straddled her legs just a bit, pulled my head forward and started running her fingers through my thick blond hair. I unsnapped each clip, slid down the garter, and then the thong. I gently disengage her hands, stood up, and looked her up and down. Four inch bl00d-red high heels, black silk stockings to the top of her thigh, and a push up filigree black bra.
Yes, definitely sex on heels.
She had a momentary look of disappointment. I reached for the front snap on the bra. Her firm breasts broke free, full, and glorious. As she shrugged out of her bra, I guided her to sit down on the bed, and knelt between her spread knees. First one shoe and then the next came off. Last, I rolled down her silk stockings and slipped them over her feet.
She was sitting, spread legged, pussy fully exposed. It was completely shaved and smooth like her legs. The only hair was a small triangle of brown curls directly above her clit. She leaned forward, elbows on thighs. Her breasts swayed by the action, full, elastic, perfectly shaped.
My cock got thick and longer. I pointed at the silk sheeted bed. “Lie on your back, please, dear.”
She gave me a puzzled look but complied. As she did, I quickly stripped off my clothes, all of them. I had worked on the weight machines excessively all week and sunned by the pool. I knew in the candle light, I would be quite a welcoming sight.
Chloe smiled and gave me a couple hoots as I disrobed and then focused her eyes on my chest, abs and cock bobbing in the air. Her breathing increased as she ran one hand between her legs and another over her breasts. “Chloe, roll on your stomach. This is your time.”
A brief look of disappointment crossed her face but she rolled over.
In the dim light of the room, her skin was a perfect, creamy golden brown. No tan line. Her legs and back nicely muscled from hours on the trend mill and weight machine. Her buttocks like twin cannon balls, hard as a rock, a particular focus area of my love. My cock bobbed on its own just thinking of what lay between that firm, firm ass. But this was her time.
I started at her feet. Oil drops in hands, rubbed to make it warm. I lifted one foot, bending her leg at the knee and flexed the ankle joint—full extension and back—gently a few times. Then the other foot.
More oil. I used both my hands, one foot at a time. My thumbs and fingers gently massaged each one of her toes and then dug hard into the ball of her foot. She flinched but quickly relaxed as I continued, the tension beginning to drain. I worked up to the insoles and the heel. I switched to the other foot.
I heard her make a ‘purring’ sound as I worked my oil-slick hands up first one calf and then the other. I used a steady hard pressure to massage and separate the tense muscles of each leg up to her knees.
More oil. Her legs were tight together, and I straddled her knees. She must have felt my balls pressed between them when I sat down.
Her eyes opened momentarily, and she said in a low voice, “They feel soft and full. You waited!” An impish smile crossed her lips, and she closed her eyes again.
I didn’t think my cock could get longer or thicker, but I’m sure it twitched to ten inches and a full seven inch girth when she said those words. I reflexively stroked one oily hand up and down my shaft and then stopped as a little dribble of precum leaked out. This was her time.
More oil. I slid each hand up from the back of her knee, up her muscled thighs, and over her tight, rounded ass. As I slid them back, I let my thumbs part her buttocks and run inside them. I did this, again and again, and again for several minutes
As my hands ran over her thighs, I squeezed each of my large hands to massage each section of her muscles from knee, to mid-thigh, to upper-thigh and over her buttocks. Each return stroke, I pushed my thumbs between her ass cheeks, touching her anus, trailing down each side of her now engorged pussy lips.
She was breathing hard now. Her body was visibly rising up and down on the bed. I slid up to straddle her ass. I pushed my throbbing cock down between the globes of her ass, and to my intense pleasure, she clamped down on it with her cheeks and tensed.
“Cum for me baby?”
I thought I was going to spurt but…this was her time. “Not now my darling, Chloe. Not yet.” She unclenched her cheeks.
Quickly I got more oil on my hands and rubbed it into her back. She relaxed again. Both hands, one on each side of her back. Kneading, gripping, rubbing in circular motions. Several minutes passed, and every muscle in her back melted to my touch. I worked up to her shoulders using the same motion.
Next I moved down each arm, separately. I left them limp at her sides. I finished by massaging her scalp and temples.
Her breathing was slow, shallow, as if in a trance. I bent over to look more closely. My breath on her face must have aroused her. “Jack, darling, I love you.” A small smile. More shallow breathing.
I thought to myself, ‘I did well. She was asleep.’
I began to dismount when she mumbled something.
I leaned over her again and put my ear to her mouth. A warm puff of words whispered into my ear, “Fuck me.”
I caressed her hair, ran a finger lightly around the top edge of her exposed ear and then down the edge of her chin. I whispered back, “sl33p dear.”
One eye opened and she repeated, just a little louder. “Fuck me slow, gentle. Fill me. Then I will sl33p, my love.”
I lightly stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. “As you wish.”
I slid down her torso and straddled her just behind the firm rump of her but. I oiled up one finger and slowly inserted it into her anus. She was so relaxed, it slipped right in up to my knuckle. I withdrew it. Clean, shiny. She had been prepared.
I took two fingers and pressed them inside her engorged pussy. A low moaning, “Mmmmmm,”escaped her perfect lips. She was hot, slippery-wet and fully aroused.
I lubed my thick cock with oil and picked up a toy from the end table. I coated it with oil and rubbed the small silvery butt plug in my hands to warm it. Then I inserted it with a slow, steady push up her ass.
“My darling, yessss,” hissed from her.
One inch, two, three, four inches and the bulbous portion took hold inside her sphincter. Then I pressed the button. With a low buzzing sound, it began vibrating in her anus.
“Ahhhh…. Mmmmm…..”
I massaged around her ass and gently pushed and pulled on the plug’s end to ensure it was fully engaged.
“Mmmm…” It was.
Next I maneuvered the tip of my plum-sized, circumcised cock into her shaved pussy. There was a slight amount of resistance. I massaged the insides of her ass cheeks and ran my fingers along the edges of her pussy. Then I gripped her buttocks and gently pulled them apart. My two inch head slid fully in.
She didn’t make a sound, but I could tell her breathing had gotten deeper.
I pressed a little harder, stopped, pulled out, and liberally coated my cock again with oil. I pushed back again, and four inches slid in.
“Ahhh… god…more….”
I slid out and pressed a little harder. Seven inches slipped in this time. Instead of pulling out, I pushed some more, and all ten inches embedded itself in her cunt. I clenched my own ass cheeks and gave one short in and out pelvic tilt.
A gentle whisper from Chloe, eyes closed, “Fuck me, my darling. Fuck me.”
I was so horny from weeks away from her but reminded myself. This is her time.
I pressed and twisted the butt plug one more time to ensure it was lubed well enough but tightly seated and the vibrator still buzzing. It all was.
I started a slow rocking, fucking motion. Only a few inches of my cock slid out with each stroke and pelvic tilt.
My pubic bone kissed the end of the butt plug with each gentle thrust. My cock deeply embedded—I knew was pressing from the inside against her clit and completely filling her womb. My full, swollen ball sack pushed tight against her pussy lips. I could keep up this rocking, fucking motion all night.
Thirty minutes passed. The candles burned low. I poured more oil on my hands, leaned over and massaged her back and shoulders.
Twenty more minutes passed. The rocking, the gentle massaging, she was like a liquid human she was so relaxed.
The next five minutes, her tone changed. Her breathing started to become short and chuffing. Her butt cheeks tensed, her thighs began to quiver. Her whole body stiffened, and I felt her womb clench around my cock.
She hissed out, “Ahhh…god…Jesus….”
A series of twisting, bucking spasms rocked her entire body. Then she went completely limp. Small, hurried breaths of air. I placed a hand on her back, felt her heart fluttering and then slowly quiet. After a couple minutes, her breathing slowed. She mumbled something.
I leaned down to her lips and heard her say, “Love you.” And then she fell asl33p.
I was still hard and inside her and incredibly aroused. I considered taking a few more strokes and cumming inside her, but I slipped the butt plug out and then my hard cock. I rolled off her, pulled up the silk sheet and blankets and gently slid a silk-covered feather pillow under her head. Her breathing never changed, her eyes never opened. Sound asl33p.
I looked down at my straining cock and shrugged. This was her time, not mine, and quietly left the room.
by edintx99
The house was dark when I drove up. I left the car in the circle drive, unlocked the front door and went inside. Shoes off, I padded down the marble foyer and turned right at the kitchen.
She was home! A small floor lamp in corner was on, silhouetting her shape. She didn’t know I was there, just kept making a sandwich on the butcher block counter. I watched, silent.
I knew it had been a long couple weeks for Chloe. She had hopped back and forth over five continents in pursuit of the fabrics she used to design her lines of clothes. My weeks had been typical, quiet, secluded. She worked so I could pursue my passion of writing, more a hobby right now and certainly not paying our bills.
She was an angel, emotionally and physically. I made love to her form in a glance.
She wore red high heels, black stockings, and a tight grey pinstriped skirt. It was just a little too short for normal business standards. Chloe was wearing one of her personally designed and tailored silk jackets: narrowed to accentuate her small waist, form fitting to her full bosom and setting off her wide shoulders. To me, her pinstriped business outfit was even sexier than when she wore nothing but sheer silk lingerie.
I’d overheard a business colleague of hers at a party one time calling her, ‘Sex on heels.’ The bulge in my pants told me I definitely agreed.
“Chloe?”
She literally jumped an inch off the floor in her spiked heels but also pivoted and landed facing me in a standard, defensive karate position. “Shit!” She was a black belt and fit.
I closed the distance while saying, “Honey, geez, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
She dropper her scimitar-posed hands to her sides as I caught her shoulders and gave her a little peck of a kiss. She gave me a small smile but her whole frame was tense in my hands.
She put her palms on my chest and pushed me away a couple inches, looking up into my face. “Hey, Jack, no problem. Been a long week.” She turned back to making her sandwich.
I was left staring at her back, puzzled. “Tough negotiations?’
“Yeah.” She finished her work, took a bite and turned to me, chewing. “Just need to rest.”
“Sure, sure.” But I had other ideas. “Hey, eat later, come here.”
I took her hand and gave it a tug. She gave me a small smile, resisted but then reluctantly followed me back to the bedroom. A long walk down a polished mahogany floor—left, right and left open doors: media room, guest bedroom, and then master bedroom.
I flipped a switch and the bedroom was magically lit with a hundred small scented candles. The bed was carefully made with our best silk sheets. Quiet classical music came over the speaker system. Two dozen roses, a chilled bottle of champagne and a variety of bedroom accessories were spread out on one of the end tables.
The big smile. “Ohhh, Jack, it’s beautiful.” The small frown and slumped shoulders. “But I’m just so tired.”
I pulled gently on her hand to draw her to me. She complied, facing me and stood on her tip toes. My hands went around her waist. I could feel the weeks’ tension in the small of her back. I gently kissed her on the mouth. “Chloe, darling, you are so tense; you will never get to sl33p. Let me help you relax.”
She raised an eyebrow at me, but lowered herself off her toes and put her head on my chest. “That would be nice.”
I led her to the side of the king size bed. When she tried to sit down, I stopped her by tugging on her hand. I turned her around to face me, unbuttoned two buttons on her jacket and then helped her out of it. I carefully folded it on a nearby chair.
She wore a long-sleeve white silk blouse, the buttons hidden behind a placard front. One by one, I undid them, spending just a moment too long on the two that were between her breasts. I ran my hands through her short brown hair, down the sides of her neck and then slid the blouse off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet, the white accenting the bl00d-red Louboutin’s she was wearing.
Her breasts, pushed up by a lacey black bra, drew my eye. I lusted for her. My cock grew thicker, longer, a noticeable tube down my left pant leg. I was sure I felt a small wetness dribbling down my leg.
Chloe noticed and smiled. She nibbled her lower lip as she reached for my bulge. I brushed her hand away.. “This is your night. Relax.”
Her breasts heaved up once, twice. Her nostril’s flared. She whispered. “Yes, my sweet Jack, yes.”
I dropped to my knees and reached around the back of her skirt. One zip, a little tugging, and it fell to the floor. Underneath, a thong, garters, and stockings.
She straddled her legs just a bit, pulled my head forward and started running her fingers through my thick blond hair. I unsnapped each clip, slid down the garter, and then the thong. I gently disengage her hands, stood up, and looked her up and down. Four inch bl00d-red high heels, black silk stockings to the top of her thigh, and a push up filigree black bra.
Yes, definitely sex on heels.
She had a momentary look of disappointment. I reached for the front snap on the bra. Her firm breasts broke free, full, and glorious. As she shrugged out of her bra, I guided her to sit down on the bed, and knelt between her spread knees. First one shoe and then the next came off. Last, I rolled down her silk stockings and slipped them over her feet.
She was sitting, spread legged, pussy fully exposed. It was completely shaved and smooth like her legs. The only hair was a small triangle of brown curls directly above her clit. She leaned forward, elbows on thighs. Her breasts swayed by the action, full, elastic, perfectly shaped.
My cock got thick and longer. I pointed at the silk sheeted bed. “Lie on your back, please, dear.”
She gave me a puzzled look but complied. As she did, I quickly stripped off my clothes, all of them. I had worked on the weight machines excessively all week and sunned by the pool. I knew in the candle light, I would be quite a welcoming sight.
Chloe smiled and gave me a couple hoots as I disrobed and then focused her eyes on my chest, abs and cock bobbing in the air. Her breathing increased as she ran one hand between her legs and another over her breasts. “Chloe, roll on your stomach. This is your time.”
A brief look of disappointment crossed her face but she rolled over.
In the dim light of the room, her skin was a perfect, creamy golden brown. No tan line. Her legs and back nicely muscled from hours on the trend mill and weight machine. Her buttocks like twin cannon balls, hard as a rock, a particular focus area of my love. My cock bobbed on its own just thinking of what lay between that firm, firm ass. But this was her time.
I started at her feet. Oil drops in hands, rubbed to make it warm. I lifted one foot, bending her leg at the knee and flexed the ankle joint—full extension and back—gently a few times. Then the other foot.
More oil. I used both my hands, one foot at a time. My thumbs and fingers gently massaged each one of her toes and then dug hard into the ball of her foot. She flinched but quickly relaxed as I continued, the tension beginning to drain. I worked up to the insoles and the heel. I switched to the other foot.
I heard her make a ‘purring’ sound as I worked my oil-slick hands up first one calf and then the other. I used a steady hard pressure to massage and separate the tense muscles of each leg up to her knees.
More oil. Her legs were tight together, and I straddled her knees. She must have felt my balls pressed between them when I sat down.
Her eyes opened momentarily, and she said in a low voice, “They feel soft and full. You waited!” An impish smile crossed her lips, and she closed her eyes again.
I didn’t think my cock could get longer or thicker, but I’m sure it twitched to ten inches and a full seven inch girth when she said those words. I reflexively stroked one oily hand up and down my shaft and then stopped as a little dribble of precum leaked out. This was her time.
More oil. I slid each hand up from the back of her knee, up her muscled thighs, and over her tight, rounded ass. As I slid them back, I let my thumbs part her buttocks and run inside them. I did this, again and again, and again for several minutes
As my hands ran over her thighs, I squeezed each of my large hands to massage each section of her muscles from knee, to mid-thigh, to upper-thigh and over her buttocks. Each return stroke, I pushed my thumbs between her ass cheeks, touching her anus, trailing down each side of her now engorged pussy lips.
She was breathing hard now. Her body was visibly rising up and down on the bed. I slid up to straddle her ass. I pushed my throbbing cock down between the globes of her ass, and to my intense pleasure, she clamped down on it with her cheeks and tensed.
“Cum for me baby?”
I thought I was going to spurt but…this was her time. “Not now my darling, Chloe. Not yet.” She unclenched her cheeks.
Quickly I got more oil on my hands and rubbed it into her back. She relaxed again. Both hands, one on each side of her back. Kneading, gripping, rubbing in circular motions. Several minutes passed, and every muscle in her back melted to my touch. I worked up to her shoulders using the same motion.
Next I moved down each arm, separately. I left them limp at her sides. I finished by massaging her scalp and temples.
Her breathing was slow, shallow, as if in a trance. I bent over to look more closely. My breath on her face must have aroused her. “Jack, darling, I love you.” A small smile. More shallow breathing.
I thought to myself, ‘I did well. She was asleep.’
I began to dismount when she mumbled something.
I leaned over her again and put my ear to her mouth. A warm puff of words whispered into my ear, “Fuck me.”
I caressed her hair, ran a finger lightly around the top edge of her exposed ear and then down the edge of her chin. I whispered back, “sl33p dear.”
One eye opened and she repeated, just a little louder. “Fuck me slow, gentle. Fill me. Then I will sl33p, my love.”
I lightly stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. “As you wish.”
I slid down her torso and straddled her just behind the firm rump of her but. I oiled up one finger and slowly inserted it into her anus. She was so relaxed, it slipped right in up to my knuckle. I withdrew it. Clean, shiny. She had been prepared.
I took two fingers and pressed them inside her engorged pussy. A low moaning, “Mmmmmm,”escaped her perfect lips. She was hot, slippery-wet and fully aroused.
I lubed my thick cock with oil and picked up a toy from the end table. I coated it with oil and rubbed the small silvery butt plug in my hands to warm it. Then I inserted it with a slow, steady push up her ass.
“My darling, yessss,” hissed from her.
One inch, two, three, four inches and the bulbous portion took hold inside her sphincter. Then I pressed the button. With a low buzzing sound, it began vibrating in her anus.
“Ahhhh…. Mmmmm…..”
I massaged around her ass and gently pushed and pulled on the plug’s end to ensure it was fully engaged.
“Mmmm…” It was.
Next I maneuvered the tip of my plum-sized, circumcised cock into her shaved pussy. There was a slight amount of resistance. I massaged the insides of her ass cheeks and ran my fingers along the edges of her pussy. Then I gripped her buttocks and gently pulled them apart. My two inch head slid fully in.
She didn’t make a sound, but I could tell her breathing had gotten deeper.
I pressed a little harder, stopped, pulled out, and liberally coated my cock again with oil. I pushed back again, and four inches slid in.
“Ahhh… god…more….”
I slid out and pressed a little harder. Seven inches slipped in this time. Instead of pulling out, I pushed some more, and all ten inches embedded itself in her cunt. I clenched my own ass cheeks and gave one short in and out pelvic tilt.
A gentle whisper from Chloe, eyes closed, “Fuck me, my darling. Fuck me.”
I was so horny from weeks away from her but reminded myself. This is her time.
I pressed and twisted the butt plug one more time to ensure it was lubed well enough but tightly seated and the vibrator still buzzing. It all was.
I started a slow rocking, fucking motion. Only a few inches of my cock slid out with each stroke and pelvic tilt.
My pubic bone kissed the end of the butt plug with each gentle thrust. My cock deeply embedded—I knew was pressing from the inside against her clit and completely filling her womb. My full, swollen ball sack pushed tight against her pussy lips. I could keep up this rocking, fucking motion all night.
Thirty minutes passed. The candles burned low. I poured more oil on my hands, leaned over and massaged her back and shoulders.
Twenty more minutes passed. The rocking, the gentle massaging, she was like a liquid human she was so relaxed.
The next five minutes, her tone changed. Her breathing started to become short and chuffing. Her butt cheeks tensed, her thighs began to quiver. Her whole body stiffened, and I felt her womb clench around my cock.
She hissed out, “Ahhh…god…Jesus….”
A series of twisting, bucking spasms rocked her entire body. Then she went completely limp. Small, hurried breaths of air. I placed a hand on her back, felt her heart fluttering and then slowly quiet. After a couple minutes, her breathing slowed. She mumbled something.
I leaned down to her lips and heard her say, “Love you.” And then she fell asl33p.
I was still hard and inside her and incredibly aroused. I considered taking a few more strokes and cumming inside her, but I slipped the butt plug out and then my hard cock. I rolled off her, pulled up the silk sheet and blankets and gently slid a silk-covered feather pillow under her head. Her breathing never changed, her eyes never opened. Sound asl33p.
I looked down at my straining cock and shrugged. This was her time, not mine, and quietly left the room.
Mikhaela
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