Damn Homie 11 Nude Novels & Stories

Chapter 40 The moment Leon hit “send,” his stomach plummeted. He stared at the screen as the video uploaded — the raw, humiliating footage of himself on all fours, legs spread wide, slamming the dildo deep into his ass while moaning Aaron’s name like a broken slut. His face was fully visible. His voice was wrecked and desperate. Thick ropes of cum streaked his stomach. There was no way to deny what he had become. “Delivered.” Then, “Opened.”

Father Dominic ordered, letting go of Leo's neck. Leo didn't hesitate. He grabbed the hem of his white t-shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the floor. He kicked off his sneakers and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants. He pushed them down his thighs and stepped out of them. He stood there completely naked, his cock jutting out from his body, thick and leaking. Father Dominic leaned against the closed bedroom door, crossing his arms over his massive chest. He raked his dark eyes up and down Leo's body, taking in every inch of the young man's smooth, toned skin. "You followed my instructions. Good boy."

Fresh cream leaked down my inner thighs. This is wrong. So sinful. I’m a wife. A mother. My faith forbids this. But the need was stronger than any prayer I’d ever whispered. Sinclair’s voice was low and rough. “Look at you, Jessica. Walking around naked like a good little slut. Those curves are fucking perfect.” Cane groaned, palming his huge bulge. “That fat pussy is dripping for family cock, isn’t it?” Damon — just as handsome and built as the others — leaned forward, eyes dark with lust. “Brother really doesn’t deserve a woman like this. We’re going to worship every inch of you, baby.”

I shuddered, my pussy dripping with juices as I licked up the spunk that dripped down my face. I turned around to face the camera. Mom held it up, her face flushed. She trembled as Carter grunted. I smiled broadly, flashing my braces, for the video, jizz dripping down my face. That was the money shot for the video. "My mom is going to love releasing this amateur p**n," said Carter as he ripped his dick out of Mom's asshole. "Give me the phone then lick your daughter's face clean Mrs. Meyers. Share the cum with her. That's what sluts do!"

It’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.

Raphael hasn't stopped scratching his ears and they are already bleeding. “That is the problem, Nate. It's not a she but a he. My mate is a guy. I am gay Nate and I know you hate gay people."

The gap at the hem of the shirt and her slightly parted thighs reveal her glistening pussy. Like being in my arms all night made her wet in her sleep. The knowledge tempts me to take a bite and make a meal out of her. I unbutton the shirt and shove it aside until there’s no hindrance to the view of her nude body. I want nothing more than to rub my cock all over her like a caveman and paint her in my cum. So if any male dares to come close to her they’ll smell me and walk away knowing she’s taken.

With his broad hands he unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor. Lisa bit her lips which was luscious to eyes. A small moan escaped from her brown lips when Damien bit hard on her nipples. "Ahhh...!!!" Celestine screamed and stood up covering her eyes. It was same as watching porn movie. "Fuck!!!" Damien cursed and left Lisa who was breathing heavily. "We can continue. Den is there to help her." Lisa said unhappily. "I am not in mood." Damien left fuming Lisa naked on bed. "Fuck you Celestine" she cursed her.

I could see Dominic turning to look at her too as she handed me her phone and the image on the screen made my blood go cold. It was me: a photoshopped, nude image of me, my face carefully inserted into a grotesque, altered body. The caption beneath it in bold red letters: whore.

My hands were already moving to the hem of my tank top. He nodded approvingly. “That’s my little athlete. Now hurry up. I want to see every inch of that tight nineteen-year-old body glistening before I pin you open.” I walked over and locked the gym door with trembling fingers, pulse pounding in my ears. This was crossing every line. But as I turned back and saw Dom grabbing a bottle of oil, his muscles flexing, that massive bulge obvious in his sweatpants, I knew I couldn’t stop now. I pulled my tank top over my head, small tits bouncing free, nipples stiff. Then I hooked my thumbs into my soaked shorts and pushed them down, stepping out completely naked.