Elaine Joyce Nude Novels & Stories

I ran back to the library to my uncle Harry's computer. The first one I insert in the DVD drive is labeled NST01. There is also an NST02, NST03 and NST04. The computer is in auto-play mode and it mounts the DVD. There is an MS-Word file, an mpeg video file and a folder full of jpeg files. I open the jpegs first because I want to see if they are pictures of Nicole. They aren't. They are pictures of an older woman about my mom's age. The pictures show her in various stages of undress, then various nude poses; bent over, legs spread, masturbating and some close ups of her erect nipples and wet pussy lips. She's a very attractive woman and my cock is responding, especially to the one with her le

“Maybe you need new inspiration. Perhaps a day trip somewhere new?” “Maybe.” Grace didn’t sound convinced. “Maybe I need to try painting fewer landscapes. I could try more people.” Joy smiled widely. “You should hire some models. Nude models. Wonder if Jaime would be down?” “Joy!” Grace yelled, hitting her with a pillow. “I will never ask Jaime Martínez to pose naked for me!” “Too bad. I bet he’d be a great subject.” “You say one more word about him and I’m going to poison your drink.”

he says, the tiniest bit of guilt now starting to seep through. Joyce is looking at him, but not his face. She is staring at Caleb’s beast of a cock hanging there. It is beautiful, and even after the amazing fuck they just had, she cannot ignore the feelings growing inside her. The feeling of regret that she might never get this chance again is starting to beat the feeling of regret she has about doing this to her sister. She too climbs out of the water, Caleb admiring her body as it drips over the grass. Her large, round breasts are framed beautifully by her black hair which is adorned by two cute cat ears. Her toned waist is pinched in before spilling out into curvaceous hips and long slen

I noticed that only Joyce and Joanna wore bikinis and shook my head in disbelief, a playful smirk on my lips. It looked like only Clyde and I were confident, while Carlo and Zane still didn’t allow their mates to walk around half-naked among family members, their protectiveness a stark contrast to our carefree attitude. I watched Joyce approach me with a glass of liqueur, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and she snuggled her in my arms. I pulled her close and breathed in her heady scent. “Joyce, who would’ve thought you’d become my sister-in-law?” Clyde playfully remarked, his eyes twinkling. “Look at you now. Gone is that hard businesswoman. I like you better this way.”

To my confusion, all of it were image attachment. And with a flick of my thumb, I opened the images. I was immediately met with a series of nude photos—of Elisse’s, my alpha’s mate, in nothing but seductive lingerie. Each of her photo was a tantalizing display of her body, posed in ways that made my blood boil and my dick hardened instinctively. “Sweet fucking Luna,” I breathed, feeling my pulse quicken. There she was, her delicate slender body wearing lace and silk, every curve screams of perfect wild invitation. The first image showed her leaning against a wall, her back arched, the fabric barely concealing her breast and only revealing her sweet pink erected nipples. I couldn’t tear my ga

Twice near the beginning of the six-hour tape I saw Gwen dump hers out. Then it got raunchy. Joyce was in the middle of the room modeling a bra, panty and teddy set and some guy hollered at her and she stuck out her hand. He got up and went to her and handed her a bill. She tucked the bill in her waistband and then took off the teddy and the bra. That opened the floodgates and money was being handed out and clothes were coming off and soon all the women were naked - except for Gwen. Guys kept pushing money at her and she kept shaking her head no. She did take the drinks that they kept handing her.

This turned the ward into a private space. Nicole stared at the woman at the front who was wearing a hat, and muttered coldly, "So you came." Joyce took her jacket and hat off to show Nicole her face, which was heavily caked with makeup. She had deliberately done so to instill a sense of jealousy in Nicole; jealousy rooted in the idea that Joyce still possessed her good looks while Nicole was nothing but a disfigured creature.

(Author's POV) Mr. Fernando had just emerged from the swimming pool when Joyce and the secretary exited the elevator, and he hadn't noticed them at first because he was trying to dry his wet eyes with his hands. Joyce couldn't help but stare at his dick print, which was clearly visible because his boxers were very soaked, revealing layers of his body. Joyce's facial expressions changed and froze up as she stared at Mr. Fernando's sexy physique. Joyce, too, thought he was the perfect spec of a lady's dreams, but she had already made it clear that this was not a transactional job.