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her hand and flicking the machine onto its lowest setting.  The Gladiator whirled with a dull roar.  Then, he moved closer to Chloe.  His chest brushed against the torn folds of her blouse.  He slipped his palm behind her back, kissing her neck with whispers.  Chloe closed her eyes, trying to resist him.  She had just finished dressing again.  Her children would be home in two hours.  She still needed to go grocery shopping for dinner, run the dish washer, and make cookies for her daughter’s charity bake sale.  She didn’t have time to have sex again, even if he was trying to seduce her with naughty playful foreplay by placing the tip of the nozzle on her exposed bra.  The swoosh of cool air suctioned the tip of her tit.  He teased it with a tug and a twist, rotating the nozzle left, then right, while kissing around her earlobe—an erogenous zone of weakness that he had discovered earlier that morning.   Chloe felt herself dissolving with desire.  She pressed her fingertips against his pecks.  It was meant as a sign of restraint; instead, it encouraged him more.  He dropped the nozzle hose down to the hem of her skirt, slipping it slowly up her inner knee.  The suction nipped her flesh with pricks of pleasure and pain, the same way he ran his teeth between her legs earlier that day, pinching skin between his teeth, intentionally marking her with red love bites, hidden deep between her inner thighs.  He was luring her in again, seducing her with forbidden pleasure, slipping the tip of the vacuum wand deeper and deeper between her legs.  She knew what he wanted because she wanted it too. 
    Chloe sighed and leaned forward against his hard body for balance. She relaxed her thighs and allowed the suction to creep closer and closer to the folds of her panties.  She relaxed even more before hearing the hiss of cotton.  Then, there it was.  A deep vibrating suction on her clitoris.  Chloe rested her forehead against his shoulder and sighed.  She titled her pelvis forward, trying to force him to place the nozzle’s tip squarely over her pussy.  But he resisted.  He circled it around her, breezing the cool air off the surface of her thighs, the waffling noise of the vacuum’s suction hovering over the single point that Chloe wanted sucked the most.  She was gushing now, craving what he was keeping from her.  He registered the desperation in her moan.  He was going to make her beg for it.  Please …  she asked with silence, pressing her body against his own.  Please …  her fingernails ran through his sandy brown hair.  Please …. her head dropped backwards, her eyes falling up to the ceiling.  Please …  she whispered one final time—a surrender.
    It was enough.  He flicked the vacuum cleaner’s setting to cyclone, and thrust its nozzle over her clit.  Chloe opened her mouth with a gasp, the rushing suction of the vacuum sending her into a frenzy.  She tried to writhe away, but he grabbed her waist, holding her steady with a cruelty that she had seen before… it was a merciless determination to bring her to a climax whether she thought she could bear it or not.  He pressed the nozzle harder over her clit.  She was trapped, forced to endure the reeling tremors with heaving breaths.   Chloe wanted to escape.  She knew she didn’t know how to come, how to release the throbbing pressure inside her.  Over her eleven years of marriage to the same man, she had never climaxed once.  She had never learned how.  Now, he was going to force her to truly come.  He wasn’t going to stop until he built her up, and released her, before building her up again.  Suddenly, Chloe felt it.  For the first time in her life, her whole body quaked, a sexual seizure that started at the base of her spine, quivered through her pelvis, sparked her pussy, and sizzled up her stomach, chest, shoulders, neck.  Blood flushed her skin and rushed to her head, and the final convulsions of ecstasy escaped