Beth Eleanor Nudes Novels & Stories

A smile breaks through my expression when I see the image of a large, veiny dick she once sent to me and asked me to imagine the dick belonged to one of my rejected mates. “Imagine what you're missing out on, Beth.” She’d attached the words to the image. To buttress her point, she sent me a picture of a woman sandwiched between two masculine figures, her head thrown back in ecstasy and her hair swirling around them. It's a beautifully sensual image. And she wrote, “This could be you, my dearest Nun.” I jerk my attention away when I realize I'm actually envisioning myself in the image, between four particular gorgeous Nobles… Who I should not be thinking about like this ever again.

That steadied me more than his hand could have. I looked at Beth, then back to Eleanor. “Beth is not my mouse. She is my friend. Which means she has stood beside me in dressing rooms, hospital waiting areas, cheap kitchens, bad rehearsals, worse auditions, and lately, the kind of nightmare most people in this hallway would turn into charity gossip by breakfast.” Beth’s face changed. I did not stop. “She is funny when I cannot breathe. Brave when nobody asked her to be. Loyal without an audience. And if you think any of that makes her smaller than the women in this room, then your imagination is more limited than your manners.”

Then she slid her skirt and panties down her long legs, stepping out of them until she was completely naked except for her heels. Elena turned toward Mr. Voss and started touching herself shamelessly. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them and rubbing them together while pinching her nipples. “Ahh… yes…” One hand slid down her flat stomach to her shaved pussy. She spread her lips with two fingers, showing how wet she already was, then pushed two fingers deep inside herself, fingering her cunt with slow, deliberate strokes. “Oh fuck… I’m so wet, Sir… mmmhh!” She rubbed her breasts together again, moaning louder as she twisted her nipples. “Ahhh… look how hard they are for you…”

“Right here. Let them see what they almost won but failed” The room went still. I held his gaze in the reflection of the mirrored wall, then reached back and unzipped the dress. Let it pool at my feet. No bra. Just the black thong and heels. A low whistle cut the air. Someone shifted in their seat. Rowland’s fingers hooked in the sides of my thong and yanked it down in one rough motion. I stepped out of it, naked now except for the stilettos. “Bend over the table, Beth. Hands flat. Ass up.”

"Knees." Obediently, Beth drops to kneel beside her 'cousin', looks up and opens her mouth. Christ... The pair of them... Both naked, wearing no more than the flaming hair which contrasts so strongly against the pale skin... Both recovered from their pregnancies, narrow-waisted again; and heavy-breasted, the nipples, pale rose on ivory. Charlotte's emerald gaze set against Beth's sea-green... Charlotte's already gleaming and heated skin... her thighs slick and shiny below the trimmed copper triangle at her loins... her scent pungent with sex and James.

I gasped when our clit collide, giving me a beautiful, pleasure. Then Eleanor set me down on the cold tile floor, then Eleanor took off the remaining of her clothes, and now we're both bare naked, and we're intently looking at each other's body. Eleanor sank with me, parting my legs, revealing all of me to her. Eleanor is looking at my pssy with pure lust and desire. I just observed Eleanor waiting for her next action. Then her eyes went back to staring directly into my eyes, then she licked her right two fingers, not breaking her gaze, then her hands went directly into my clit.

However, we know it's only a matter of time until they strike again, but we shall be prepared to put an end to those filthy rogues finally. Today was our girls' beach day, but Ael and Joe are now a couple. They looked happy together, even though they haven't gone public yet. I was lying on the sand with my aviators on, wearing a yellow two-piece swimsuit. Manon is lying on her stomach next to me, while Beth is in the water, and Joe is taking fun pictures of her. There are a lot of discreet eyes on them, along with some angry women. Beth tends to attract attention; she has a wonderfully curvy figure, a pretty face, and naturally styled hair. I don't know how she does it, but she always stands