Ava Brooks Nude Novels & Stories

The moon was shining through the blinds and it was illuminating her nakedness. On her back, with her legs spread wide open on the bed , one arm thrown across her head, and naked. Her athletic physique was so tempting, pointy tits and black nips, flat belly and down to that shaved strip of black hair in the front of her pussy. Her pussy was parted a little, pink and smooth, looking so fuckable in the dim light. I sat down on the opposite couch to the bed, my dress hitching up. I brought my cock out again, it was still as hard as ever. I poured more baby oil, and rubbed it on my cock slowly at first, my eyes fixed on her pussy.

Who the hell abandons their fiancée to masturbate in a public restroom? Olivia Pembrooke. I should probably confess to a priest in a town that no one recognizes me. I’m a sinner. I caught my reflection in the mirror, a sinner who looked…… Before the words could finish off in my head, a stall burst open. Immediately, a wave of panic drenched over me. Someone….someone was around. “My oh my!! Don’t you look freshly fucked” the woman’s voice cut through the air with a knowing smirk plastered on her face.

Arlo said through clenched teeth. “Is that so?” I sneered again. “But you stare at their nakedness like a freaking perv, right?” I asked, steering us back to the one thing that continued to upset me. “I told you to stop calling me that, Aurora,” Arlo warned now. “Or what?” I asked, refusing to stop. “You are so full of shit, Arlo Bronson!” I yelled at the top of my voice. He flinched again. “If you are not staring at naked women, you are visit brothels and scouting for cheap whores, or you are taking advantages of young and vulnerable women!” I yelled even more.

“It’s perfectly safe. This side is private.” She eased the shorts and top out of her, leaving her in a turquoise bikini. With Luke’s hawk-like gaze watching every move of hers, Brynne felt acutely aware of herself. Although he had seen her naked many times, she blushed at his appraisal. Slowly turning around, she faced him and a delicious thrill went up her spine. It was obvious he was again aroused to the point of no return. How could his swimming trunk hide his massive arousal?

"Take it. Choke on it. Such a good little slut for us." Someone else kneels beside me. Brooks. He's the youngest looking, almost sweet with his boy next door face, but his eyes are dark with want. He guides my hand to his cock. "Touch me while you suck him. Can you do that, baby? Can you multitask for us?"

"Do you want to see?" Liv sucked in a breath before a shy smile tugged at her own lips. She nodded. Brodi stood and whipped off his mossy green henley exposing his superhero-sized chest with a large howling wolf's head covering his right pec and shoulder. When his fingers undid the button of his jeans, Liv threw a hand over her eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why are you going all Magic Mike on me?" Brodi stopped and cocked his head inquiringly at her. "Who is this Magic Mike?"

“What’s wrong, sweetie? Don’t you want to see?” I take a deep breath and look up. The picture on the screen shows Bronx and me posing, looking directly at the camera. Our bodies are intertwined with him behind me. We are both clearly naked. He has right arm wrapped around me, covering my breasts and left leg wrapped around the front, covering my crotch. I smile at how beautiful the photo is. His eyes are so intense, looking at the camera.

I leave the altar and rush to grab one brochure from a nearby guest and open it. And my soul leaves my body. There I am on page one. Naked... everything on display. With another one of my side partners on top of me. My back, my tattoos, the curve of my body, all caught in perfect, high-resolution detail. Another photo depicts me in a hot tub with a pair of individuals from training camp, intoxicated, plus a blurred girl performing inappropriate actions within a public spa. My chest turns to ice. The next page is worse.

She steps back slightly, fingers brushing the knot at her waist. “Then it’s time,” she whispers. And as the moonlight floods the room, Brooks unties her robe and lets it fall. BROOKS I untied the sash of my robe, letting the soft fabric whisper down my shoulders and pool at my feet. Cool air kissed my bare skin, as I stood completely naked before them, my breasts heavy and nipples hardening under their gazes, my pussy already slick with anticipation. Heath let out a soft, “Fuck,” his voice gravelly as his eyes roamed over me, devouring the swell of my hips, the dark thatch between my thighs, lingering on the way my skin flushed under his stare.

But her bra was gone, but to my actual disappointment, she was holding her big tits with her hands, covering her nîpples. I found myself actually wanting to see this young girl naked. Then another photo came. Brooke was on her hands and knees, facing away from the phone. Her arse completely exposed except for her thong that just about covered her. I could see her big tîts hanging beneath her but I still couldn't see her nipples. As I stared at it, drooling, my phone started to ring and I saw it was her. I panicked, being sat at my desk I realised that if anyone looked over they could've seen what I was looking at.