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Back The Mansion Save as PDF
Chapters (51)
  1. WANT MORE FROM CHLOE?
  2. CONTENT WARNING
  3. CHLOE’S MANSION PLAYLIST
  4. PART ONE
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  8. 4
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  10. 6
  11. 7
  12. 8
  13. 9
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  17. 13
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  20. 16
  21. PART TWO
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  31. 26
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  34. PART THREE
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  36. BONUS SHORT STORIES!
  37. Introduction
  38. ADVANCE COPY
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  42. 4
  43. 5
  44. DRENCHED
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  48. 4
  49. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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"Thanks…" I said, not knowing the appropriate response to your best friend sliding her finger inside of you. She pushed in deep, her mouth on mine as we kissed. Her finger felt so good, moving inside of me just slow enough that I didn't feel the urge to orgasm. My heart was pounding, and I had goosebumps across my skin as she finger-fucked me. I loved the feeling of it, the pads of her fingers applying pressure, her short nails grazing my walls to provide a little contrast.

"Yara, oh fuck…oh my god…ohhhh…yes…" I was whispering into her ear as she brought me to the brink, her mouth pressed to my ear. "It feels so good…"

Suddenly, Yara pulled her hand back and kissed me on the cheek. "And…if we go for ten more seconds, you're going to come, so I'll stop right there."

I wanted to tell her to not stop, to put her hand back where it was, to get me off and make this moment as perfect as it could be, but I knew I'd regret if my first orgasm with Yara was in a cramped car with my panties pulled to the side. I wanted it to be nice, memorable, and uncomplicated.

I closed my eyes and took a breath, gathering myself before pulling my dress down and adjusting my panties back into their proper position. When I looked over and saw Yara licking her fingertips, the sight of it almost made me come right then and there.

"Oh…they are going to love you." Yara said, gleefully cleaning her fingers.

4

Wendy and Brenda's house was incredible. It was one of the bigger houses on the street, in one of the nicest parts of the city. It was only two stories tall, but had a modernist look with stunning floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor, showing the pink sky in the distance framing tasteful furniture scattered through the rooms. For two women who liked to share themselves with other women, they also didn’t seem to care much if people saw whatever was going on in their house. I imagined at night, anyone driving by would have a clear view of anyone doing anything on the second floor…but maybe that was by design. Yara told me that Brenda was a lawyer and Wendy was a top-tier chef, and it was clear that even in those lucrative fields, the two of them were in the top echelons.