Christine Shack Nude Novels & Stories

she shrugged inwardly. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before… Ugh. There goes my dirty mind again… “I haven’t seen that movie,” he said gruffly. “So I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She grinned wider. “It would be an honor if you could paint me like Jack Dawson painted Rose DeWitt Bukater. I suggest you watch the movie and let me know what you think. I’m willing to pay, whatever the price.”

I sat there, naked, humiliated, and burning with enough shame to carry me through the rest of the year. I sat there a moment too long, and suddenly, something in me went reckless. I picked up my phone, angled it, and took some pictures... Legs spread, spine curved, fingers trailing where his mouth should have been. I took a second picture with my back arched, thighs parted, and one hand grazing my inner thigh. I took one with my lip caught between my teeth, my eyes half-closed, and my fingers twisted in my own hair like I was already coming undone.

She didn't forget to lock up. "Hello?" She called again. Christine dropped her bag and laptop and checked the content of the strange back on her L-shaped chair. It was a black bikini. It was a victoria secrets. She didn't even have to guess how much it was worth. She would get nihtmares. "Finally she is home!" Christine spun to face the speaker and a smile broke on her face. "Ruth!" She exclaimed and Ruth closed the distance between them with a hug. "Hey girl, I have missed you so much!" Ruth said and Christine hugged her even tighter.

"Nick doesn't mind." Dad says. "He'll talk to you while you're working out. You don't mind, do you, Nick." Dad asks, without a hint of sarcasm or irony. "Uh... no. I don't mind." I stutter, as I watch Christina pull back on the oar-type handles, pushing her long, shapely legs straight out towards me. Her tits, rippling on her chest as she leans back, are not what I expected either. They are firm, round and obviously enhanced, but they are not the large, oversized ones, like you see in magazines. They seem to be the perfect size for her body and her thick nipples jut straight out from her medium-sized areolas. I continue to stare, as she leans up, pushing the handles forward and bringing her

She never heard Christine cry out like that, all kinds of possibilities of how Christine looks like right now either she’s bleeding or in pain was terrifying to think about. Like a proud sadist that he was, El’s phone beep and she gasped at what was sent to her. El received a multiple picture of Christine naked and bloodied all over. Cuts and bruises marked her face and her body that she looks almost unrecognizable except for her heart shape tattoo that was drew neat her collar bone. It was the only way she can recognize her step sister.

he muttered as he zoomed in. What he saw there made him gasp and his eyes widen. Christine's lower body was covered by a thin sheet, which was unusual in and of itself. Normally, even in the heat of summer, she used a thick blanket. Very plainly, he could see her right hand in between her legs while her left hand was at her breast. It made him a bastard, but he got up from his chair and quickly shut the door to his cave. When the door was shut, no one came in, and he knew that he wanted this to be an absolutely private performance.

There stood Christine, a vision of beauty, her naked form glistening with water from the shower, each drop catching the light, amplifying her allure. The sight of her stirred something primal within him, and rational thoughts evaporated from his mind. Breathing became a challenge as desire and longing consumed him. His manhood surged to life, harder than it had been in years. It took every ounce of his self-control to keep from making a move, even though he sensed she might welcome it. He had promised himself that any initiation would come from her. Hunter had seen many naked women before, countless more than he could remember, and he was fully aware of Christine's stunning allure. Yet, no o

Hissing and writhing in anguish. He waved his hands around her helplessly. “What’s wrong? What can I do.” She lurched up and snatched the collar of his tunic to yank him down to her. “Take me.” Did she really- “What?” He blinked wide eyes. Remembering how violent she’d become last time. “Now!” She cried out in a husky voice that seemed nearly demonic with it’s low notes. She’s crazy. “Yes ma’am.” He peeled his tunic off and moved his cloak off her. Revealing her pale flesh from beneath it. Naked as she was. Her sparkling gold nipples gleaming as if dewy wet. Her pale stomach flattening then inflating as she breathed raggedly.

Sweet Christ. There was a reason my girl was a model. A nude model. She possessed a body that had the power to render me speechless. I wasn't done revealing my master- piece yet, though. I reached for her top. It was a one-stop shop too. Nothing underneath. I wanted to shout out a triumphant YES. Her breasts spilled out to the side as soon as I got that shirt off over her head.

Forrest stood in shock at what he was seeing. In this small, dimly lit room were Christen and the human male… lying on a bed. Rather, it was Christen who was on the bed. Bound with her hands tied above her head against the headrest, legs tied to either end of the bed by the ankles, a gag in her mouth, blindfold covering her eyes, and worst of all, completely naked and exposed before him, revealing an abundance of scars and bruises all over her trembling body.