Eileen Gu Nude Novels & Stories

She was soaked, she was creamy and slick from our earlier loads. Elena sat up, pulled the silk slip over her head in one smooth motion, and dropped it on the floor. Her fully naked body glowed in the low moonlight, curves on full display: those massive swinging tits, wide breeding hips, and her shaved pussy lips already puffy and glistening. She took my rock-hard cock in her soft hand, stroking it firmly a few times, smearing her juices up and down the shaft, then positioned the fat head right at her greedy entrance.

She chuckled excitedly, pulling back slightly from him. "Strip," Liam voice dropped into a command, and that seemed to excite my wife. The item of their little display was already making my cock strain against my pants. Elena's hands moved to the straps of her dress, sliding them down her shoulders. The fabric pooled at her feet, revealing her naked body beneath. I took in a sharp breath at the sight before me, my cock twitching in response. Elena indeed came prepared. She was putting on no bra or panties underneath her dress. Her nipples were already hard peaks, and her skin flushed with anticipation.

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…”

The humiliation, the degradation, the sheer audacity of it all, seemed to fuel her, transforming her from a shy, lonely woman into a brazen, demanding slut. One evening, the camera was set up in the living room, facing the worn sofa. Eleanor sat there, naked, her massive body spilling over the cushions. Her breasts, enormous and heavy, hung low, her nipples dark and engorged. Her belly, a soft mountain of flesh, jiggled with every breath. Her pussy, a dark, inviting slit, was already glistening. Mark sat in an armchair opposite them, the camera resting on a tripod, a small monitor displaying the live feed. He held a remote, his fingers hovering over the record button.

Eli wore a nice dark blue tshirt and a pair of jeans with a pair of Adidas. “Mila, baby will you calm down for a second.” Eli said chuckling a bit while he put his hand on my lap trying to calm my bouncing. “I can’t help it Eli, I’m just so excited and I didn’t know that Queen Nuala was so, so,” I moved my arms around the air trying to find the right words to describe the beautiful woman I saw the other day. No, beautiful does her no justice, she was so much more then beautiful. She was, “Sexy as fuck.” I said out loud. “Yeah that’s it,” I said pleased that I finally found the right words to describe her. “Queen Nuala is sexy as fuck.” I said again laughing this time and he laughed with me.

So many emotions ran through her. Minutes later, José stepped into the room. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears. She took quick, steady breaths, trying to calm herself. José reeked of wine and cigarettes—he only drank this much when he was pissed. His smell overpowered the sweet lavender scent of her soap. She saw him drop his gun in the drawer before he started undressing. Holding his big cigar, he stepped into the bathroom naked. Eileen kept her eyes on the wall. She didn’t want him to see the fear in her eyes or the redness in her face. José stood behind her for a while, watching the water run over her body. He lifted her hair and pressed the burning cigar against her back.

Elias and I were dancing at some pack event, his hand on my waist, my smile strained but passable. The next was worse. Us on a couch, his arm around me, his head tilted to mine like lovers sharing a secret. Slide after slide flashed by, each more damning than the last, the crowd cooing at the carefully constructed illusion. Then the video started. The collective gasp was audible. There, in stark clarity, was Elias. Naked. On his knees. With another woman. The footage was grainy but unmistakable, his hands gripping her hips, his mouth on her throat, her moans loud enough to echo across the garden.

Then she appeared in the arched doorway. Elena wore tiny silk sleep shorts the color of ripe peaches and a thin white tank top that looked two sizes too small. No bra. Her heavy DD breasts swayed gently with each step, dark nipples already stiff and pressing shamelessly against the fabric. The shorts rode high on her thick thighs, the hem barely covering the generous curve of her ass. Her long black hair was loose, slightly tousled, as if she’d just rolled out of bed. At thirty-eight she looked like sin wrapped in sun-kissed caramel skin.

When she stepped onto the low platform, completely nude, Elias’s gaze was purely professional at first. “Arms above your head. Arch your back slightly. Yes… like that. Hold.” The pose was demanding. Lila stretched, breasts lifted, nipples tightening in the cool air. Elias worked silently at first,minutes stretched into nearly an hour. Her muscles began to burn. “Relax your shoulders,” he murmured, stepping closer. His fingers brushed her shoulder blade lightly. “For the line of your spine. Hold still.” The touch was electric. Lila shivered. “Cold?” he asked, voice low.