Abby Champ Nude Novels & Stories

"Babe, your life is literally giving telenovela right now! Forbidden lust, accidental nudity, billionaire employer. All you need next is a dramatic slap scene." "That already happened yesterday." "Oh, shit," Chelsea laughs. "Right, I forgot." "It's not funny!" I protest. "It's hilarious!" she says between giggles. "But seriously-think about it. If you can't get him out of your head after seeing him naked, there's no way he's forgotten you either. He's a man, Auri. He saw a gorgeous, completely naked woman pleasuring herself-he's probably still replaying it on loop." I open my mouth to argue, but then pause. Her words actually... make sense.

I choked out, bending forward and raising my knees as I fought the urge to spill. “Anything?” I nodded frantically, only to realize he couldn't see me, “yes yes, fuck!” I screamed, slipping off the seat as hard grunts came from the screen. “You can” With that, the lights came on but this time, it wasn't from inside the box but from outside the box revealing over two hundred nude men of different body sizes, cock sizes, heights width watching me. I gasped but the body on the screen was thrashing from choking on a cock and some men were slamming into each other outside the box.

But curiosity got the better of me, so I unlocked my phone and tapped on the message. It was a video. I tapped to play, and within seconds, my eyes widened in shock. There, on the screen, was Chloe, dressed provocatively in an outfit that left little to the imagination. She looked like she was auditioning for a sleazy strip show, and if that wasn’t enough, the scene quickly devolved into something far worse. Chloe was in the middle of a sordid encounter with three men. One of them was aggressively fingering her, while she focused her attention on pleasuring the other two by sucking their dick, their hands tangled in her hair as she sucked them off. One of the men slapped her on the ass, caus

The vibrations of the engine shook the entire vehicle, and the chain attached to my wrists clinked with every bump like a funeral bell. The other passengers, "co-detainees," if one wants to be vulgar, were eyeing me from the corner of their eyes. One was chewing gum like a bored cow, her jaw keeping time to an invisible song. The other, as broad as a bulldog, sported tattoos that climbed her neck like brambles. She looked like she had won a scar contest. Me, I was dignified. The handcuffs on my wrists weren't chains; they were invisible Cartier bracelets.

He is manspreading on the chair and sporting an obvious hard-on. The outline of the bulging cock awakens something in me, and I put my slick stained hand under my shirt to pinch and twist my nipple, smearing my own cunt juice all over it. Thirsty for more, I take a closer look at the man with his hard-on proudly displayed and pay attention to his thick thighs spread apart as realization dawns on me, the man is none other than…. “Felix” I whisper his name like a dirty secret, a secret that no one should hear. My nude stepbrother's intense gaze at the camera causes my folds to clench around nothing and a broken moan escapes my lips.

At this point, I had concluded that taking water made me gain weight too. I pulled off my T-shirt in one quick motion and dropped it on the floor. My white lace bra looked tight, pushing my heavy breasts together and making them spill over the cups. My nipples were hard from seeing Miles, dark, and poking angrily against the thin lace. I moved closer to the mirror, studying them. They were big. Really big. Nathan had never seemed to like them. He never touched them, never stared, never told me they were sexy. My hands moved lower. I unbuttoned my tight jeans and shoved them down my wide hips, kicking them onto the bed, just where I had dumped my backpack.

It must be the vodka. Has to be the damn thing really kicking in now. Because my eyes won't stop roaming eover very mouthwatering piece of this man's body. And that's when it hits me. This man is almost nude— save the tattoo perfectly sitting on his chest, flexing his abs and pectorals. Other than that, it's just a tiny towel wrapped around his waist, looking like it might snap loose at the slightest movement. Holy hell, I'm so freaking done for! Is this Lyra girl not just a stripper but a whore?

What a coincidence! Joseph put down the document he was reading and studied the photo Xavia sent him. In it, Chloe had no makeup on. Her delicate face was wet, setting off her innocence, great charms, and wittiness. A man with eight abs was beside her, behaving intimately with her and coaching her gently. *

I stood in front of the full-length mirror in our cramped off-campus apartment, heart hammering against my ribs. My reflection stared back at me — flushed cheeks, long chestnut hair falling over my shoulders, wearing nothing but a tiny baby-pink crop top and a matching thong that left almost nothing to the imagination. My name is Penelope, but tonight, for the camera, I would be “Lila.” Caleb leaned against the doorframe watching me, arms crossed over his bare chest. He was twenty-three, tall, athletic from years on the swim team, and looked every bit the hot, forbidden temptation he was about to play on camera. For the videos, he would be “Damien.”

So later that Saturday, I went to Cynthia's house for our regular stuff, I knocked but there was no answer, so I peeped through the window to see who's in the house, I saw something that made me drop my mouth open, Cynthia had came out the toilet, cause she was obviously wet and there was a toilet on her body! As she came out of the toilet, her toilet fell off her body and Gbam!!! I saw what I needed to see,! (God) her body was flawless, crazy figure 8, boobs like melons, and the nyarsh!? Cheiiiii!!! This girl is a treasure, her body could make a guy do anything and I mean anything!