Donna Rice Nude Novels & Stories

Donald sat on the edge of the bed, eyes wide, probably wondering what the hell he’d gotten himself into, but not trying to leave either. Dana didn’t wait. She peeled off her tight black dress like it was burning her skin, revealing nothing but a lacy red thong and a matching bra barely containing her huge tits. They bounced and jiggled as she walked toward him with pure confidence. Brittany followed right behind her, that long black hair flowing over her bare shoulders. Her corset hugged her body like a second skin, barely keeping her 34F tits from spilling out. Her dark eyes sparkled as she leaned into Donald.

Dick laughed. In the edited version, the next scene would open with a shot of Ron, fully dressed in his suit and tie, coming through the office door. He would stare in open-mouthed disbelief at the scene in front of him. What he would be looking at--and what was now being filmed--was Darlene sitting on the edge of the desk, naked except for the half-bra holding up her puffy-topped tits, with her legs spread wide as Paula, bent over at the waist, was eating her pussy.

Krista exclaimed in well-acted shock. "Just some pictures I had laying around. I thought maybe it was time they saw the light of day." I reached down to the pile of pictures at Donna's feet, pulling out a truly damning picture. In it Donna was leaning back in a hot-tub, her arms stretched across the back, eyes closed. Her breasts were well up out of the water, and her nipples were clearly hard. Krista was standing between her legs, and leaning towards her, naked as the day she was born, her delicious ass just hovering at the top of the water.

“Hurry up. She has to be ready before the Don.” The cook, Martha, peeked in at one point. “Mrs. Mancini,” she said softly, “you look beautiful.” The stylist chimed in, “The Don made a splendid choice in his Donna.” The women chuckled together. I only rolled my eyes. Choice wasn’t the word. By the time everything was done, I could barely recognize the reflection staring back at me. I looked elegant, polished, untouchable. But inside, my chest was tight. “Nora, it’s time to go. The ride is here,” Luca called.

one of them sneered. I struggled and screamed, "Let go of me. I'm Liliana Medici. I'm Fabrizio's mother!" Giovanna burst into laughter, as if she had just heard the biggest joke in the world. "Give me a break! Liliana died ten years ago in a fire. With that plastic face of yours, how dare you pretend to be the Donna!" She abruptly released my chin and pulled a dagger from her waist. She crouched down sharply and ripped open the left shoulder of my shirt, exposing the smooth skin after grafting.

and she pushed Lisa onto the toilet seat and knelt on the floor. Sliding Lisa's thong out of the way, Donna couldn't believe she was being so bold, but she placed her hands on Lisa's ass anyway. She parted her long shapely legs and stared at her naked cunt. It was beautiful, covered with soft blonde hair, barely hiding the moist, pink line of her young cunt slit

She didn't resist. "Now, if I do this, you also don't care?" Rhonda said as she stretched Gina's arms above her head and lifted the t-shirt all the way to her friend's head, leaving it there to cover her face. "Uh-huh." This was one of the rare occasions that Rhonda saw her friend lay bare naked. A goddess she was! Taut and curvaceous, velvety skin, round firm breasts—creamy with jutting pinkish nipples. V-shaved pubic hair and legs so long and strong it reminded her of those of a fine horse's.

“Tonight is your night and I want everything perfect for you. When you’re done in here just go down this hall to the door at the end. I’ll be waiting for you there with the others. Oh, when you enter the room be naked!” “I can’t just walk in there naked,” Donna said shocked at Michelle’s demand. “I said be naked and I mean naked!” Michelle said again more firmly. “I want them all to see what a beautiful body you have and they don’t like to wait.” “Ok if I must, I guess I have no choice.” Donna said before closing the door.

Next, your underwear," Rye closes her eyes. She has never exposed her body in front of other men. But wasn't it Luke, her husband? Therefore, Rye has nothing to be embarrassed about, she reasoned. Then, she grasps the side straps of her underwear and pulls it down till it falls to the floor, at which point she kicks it on the side. Lucas was hypnotized at the sight of Rye's bare body. As he had predicted, Rye's body is flawless. Her contours accurately characterize her. Her huge, firm breasts, her flat stomach, and her beautiful triangular precious—it was proclaimed that she was a goddess. Luke reminded himself to exercise restraint. "Now, get on the bed and stoop for me."

She kneeled beside Rick but didn’t seem to notice she was nude. “Rick!” she yelled, but it didn’t stop Aarshon from pulling her away from the man. Nix struggled to get away from him. It was at this moment that she noticed she was nude. Nix stopped moving when she felt his body against hers. Aarshon seemed to notice that she stopped struggling, but it didn’t dawn on him that she stopped because she was nude.