Anita Mist Nude Novels & Stories

“And don’t get me started on these shoes.” Taliana tried to glance down at the pumps, but she was slapped not-so-gently before she could do it. “Look up,” Marissa snapped. “Don’t make me mess this up or you're going to look like a raccoon.” That was enough to get Taliana to comply. Another twenty minutes and a bit of squirming later, Taliana was looking a lot like that girl in the Colton Couture ad, though she still refused to admit it was her.

Right now I wished we had missed everything. I sat in the middle chair, fingers hovering over the keyboard like they had a mind of their own. My eyes were glued to the screen, but my stomach was somewhere on the floor. There she was—Nina—completely naked except for those stupid diamond waist beads and the heels that made her legs look endless. She was kneeling in front of the open drawer, holding that thick black dildo like it was a live grenade. Her face… God, her face. Wide eyes, jaw slack, trying so hard to stay calm while her cheeks burned red.

I laugh at my reflection, high and giddy, then strip everything off. Cold water shocks me clean. I scrub fast between my legs, watching today’s loads swirl down the drain in cloudy rivers. My pussy is puffy, tender, still twitching from the gangbang. I finger myself once, just to feel how loose and used I am, and moan softly at how easily three fingers slide in. My locker has my emergency kit: fresh white thong, pleated grey mini-skirt, tight baby-pink crop top that says ANGEL in glitter. No bra again. I blow-dry my hair, reapply lip gloss, and look almost innocent when I’m done. Almost.

“What do you mean by that?” “Are you really this naive?” Ursula clicked her tongue as if she were disappointed. Creeping on, her disordered black gown billowed beneath her, looking as threatening as a black current. Her face was inches from Aurora's, and her breath was chilling. “He masked his scent, child. The feeling of warmth and the prickle at your chest, you just ignored it, right? Told yourself it was nothing.” Her eyes narrowed into sharp slits. “That’s because he made you think it was nothing.”

“You mean George my cousin?” Angela is done bathing and Nathan didn’t hear her come downstairs. She’s beautifully dressed in grey sweatpants and a white string top with pink house shoes. Her hair is still in a bunny and her face is glowing with no makeup but a little lip gloss on her lips and her body smells Fresh with mildly expensive scent. “Hey Angy..” Nathan is lost in Angela’s beauty and soft skin. He can see her beautiful pointed virgin breasts and her tiny waist giving her the shape of an African goddess.

the host announced. Ana turned her attention to Mateo and Chloe, and her tears intensified upon catching sight of her ex-husband. She clenched her teeth tightly, struggling to contain her anger. Martin glanced at Ana’s trembling hands and approached her. He gently took hold of her waist and softly murmured, “Ana.” Ana blinked, turning to face Martin, who was fixated on her. Inhaling deeply, she shook her head, realizing she was becoming overwhelmed tonight. “Ms. Mystica?”

She lost her mood and I sigh, still pressing against my compression shorts, unable to soften. I walk off to her bathroom and start a cold shower. I strip my clothes and step in the Arctic stream. I gasp at the unwanted cold water, but it's the only way for me to lose this strong of an arousal. Before the water could begin it's affect, it's turned off. I groan, opening my eyes to see Anita. Tears are streaming down her cheeks and I wipe them away. "Will you distract me from that phone call, please," she pleads in a choked whisper and it was then I realized she was naked.

Anita rubbed her eyes sleepily and looked around the room. That was when she noticed that she had been too tired to take off her outing clothes last night. Anita stood up from the bed and walked over to the mirror on the other side of her room. She laughed at her own reflection in the mirror. She looked like someone who had just been scooped out of a pool of water. On the table beside her mirror, where she had her make-up kits and skin products, was a framed picture of herself and her son with Angie.

She looked about 40-45 years old and was 5'5" and 250 lbs. with thick, curly, and frizzy blonde hair that went almost down to her waist, and the top of her feet were awesome, getting me even more excited about seeing the bottom. She was wearing a plain white sleeveless shirt, a gray elastic pair of gym shorts, and a pair of white flip flops. She was wearing no make up of any kind. In short, she was dressed as if she had little money and was doing this out of desperation. She also had a very large tattoo that covered much of her upper right arm. "I'm Steven!" I said smiling. "I'm Anita," she responded, in the same tone as on the phone. I stepped out of the way and, as soon as she walked in, l

Gave her the water to calm her which she drank. After which, I brought the kits which I had already hidden at my back and her eyes widened as she saw it. I poured the equipment on the ground and she looked at it. I started picking up the ones I would use on her. On her cunt. After gathering them together, I carried them up and poured them on a tray in a roller then shifted it to the bed where Anita laid. After telling her to lie up on her back, she went into the restroom and wasted a lot of time there. I started pondering on the fact why she hasn't come out of the room, as she was wasting a lot of time there.