Barbara Hale Nude Novels & Stories

Barbara’s heart hammered against her ribs. Dylan reappeared, dragging Mellisa by her hair. Mellisa’s face was flushed, tears streaming from her eyes, but her hips still pulsed, her pussy still vibrated with the egg. She was naked from the waist down, her shirt torn, exposing her breasts and her hard and dark nipples. Red welts bloomed on her ass cheeks where she had been struck repeatedly.

Even if this old hag invited her, she is willing to suffer a few hours with her as long as she could be with Chris Duvier. *** Barbara Barry brought her trophy with her. Silence descended the whole room as she and her few friends who managed to secure an invitation strut inside the ballroom with Lea Walden. The actress is particularly enchanting tonight, wearing the light blue gown that floats around her like clouds. She looked enchanting like a princess in her gown without wearing her mask. Gleefully, Barbara approached the Bern's who looked shockingly at her. Linda Bern paled when she saw the companion of her friend Barbara, "What do you think you're doing?" she asked in panicked.

He reached down and took my wrists, pulling me to my feet. “Strip,” he ordered quietly. My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned my blouse. The fabric fell slowly to the floor, followed by my bra. Cool air kissed my bare breasts, my nipples tightening into hard peaks under his gaze. I pushed my skirt and panties down together, stepping out of them until I stood completely naked before him. Dr. Hale’s eyes moved over me slowly and possessively. “This is beautiful,” he murmured. “So soft and so vulnerable.” He circled me once, then stepped behind me. One large hand settled on my throat, he was not squeezing, he was just holding while the other slid down my stomach and between my legs. His fingers f

Hale’s eyes lingered there. “Unbutton the blouse. Slowly.” I unbuttoned each button with trembling fingers. “Take it off.” The blouse slid down my arms and pooled at my feet. I stood before him bare from the waist up, skirt still in place, nothing beneath it. “Lift the skirt.” Heat flooded my face. I bent slightly and gathered the pleated fabric in both hands, raising it inch by inch until the hem rested at my hips. Hale made a low sound in his throat, almost a growl. He moved toward,one hand rose to my breast, thumb brushing across the nipple slowly.

Richard asked. Cassian spread out his arms. “I’m not standing here naked to pose for Playgirl.” “But you could totally pull it off,” Barbara said before she realized it. Popping her hand over her mouth, she stared at them, horrified at her bold statement. Richard started laughing so hard he ended up sitting down on the edge of the bed. Cassian growled at the other man before turning his attention to her. He climbed on the mattress and tore the covers off of her.

I'm not sure why I'm so nervous, it's not as if we haven't done anything together before, but something about having the full attention of an Immortal Sin is kind of terrifying. Usually I would wrap my towel around my body and lean out the door, calling for Hale to throw me a sleep shirt. Tonight however, I have other plans. Opening the door, I peek out. Hale is looking down at his book, wearing loose pants and now shirt. Ignoring my drying mouth, I push the door open, leaning against the doorframe, utterly naked. At first Hale doesn't seem to notice, until eventually, those silvery eyes drift upward. His entire body stiffens. Perfect.

Helen hunched her shoulders, crossing her arms over her chest, visibly uncomfortable and dying of embarrassment under my analytical scrutiny. Her skin was perfectly pale, completely hairless, which highlighted the red patches of wax that were beginning to crack. Her breasts were large and full, with pink areolas and small nipples, hardened by the chill and the stress of the moment, though they weren't entirely perky due to the natural weight of her voluptuous, plus-size curves. Her hips were wide, carving out an imposing, purely carnal silhouette. "Get in the water," I ordered, pointing to the tub. She hesitated, but the heat of the warm water beckoned her aching body. Helen sank into the ba

Allen explained, but Barbara crossed her arms with a sneer on her face. “She better not step foot into this house again after sleeping with her other boyfriend,” Barbra warned. “She would sleep outside. That's where whores belong. I thought you had some sensible girl with you. I have a lot of friends here in the United States with sensible, successful daughters, not some cheap slut.” “SHE IS NOT A SLUT!” Allen shouted and stomped out of the dining room to his room. “I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU! COME BACK HERE!” Barbara yelled when she felt a sharp pain lance through her chest as though a red hot dagger was sent right into it; she screamed in agony, crashing to the dining floor alongside the glass

Her voice, a sultry whisper, commanded, ''Take off your pants too. My cock throbbed at her words, pulsing with anticipation. In one swift motion, I stripped off my pants and underwear, freeing my nine-inch monster. It stood at full attention, ready for her, as her eyes widened with a mix of lust and admiration. I gazed at Barbara, catching her eyes locked on my cock. She gulped, her cheeks flushing slightly. The hunger in her stare made my dick throb even harder, and I knew she noticed. Without a moment's hesitation, she began snapping pictures of me, circling like a predator, capturing every angle as if planning to create a 3D model of my body.

She got on the pole like Mystique had been brought for, giving them her most seductive dance piece, and it didn’t take long; the taunts soon faded as they got lost in her movements, admiring her surprising agility. You see, Barbara may be plus-sized, but no one could deny her sexiness. Not even Morcetti… or his cruel friends. Eventually, he waved his friends out of the suite, wanting her all to himself. The vile men groaned and chuckled, “Try not to get crushed, old man.” Laughter echoed behind them as they filed out into the hall, their crude jokes trailing in their wake until the heavy door clicked shut. And then they were all alone. Barbara remained by the pole, her supple breasts rising