Elaine Tan Nude Novels & Stories

“He even made me swear.” That finally earns her a small laugh. “He did the same to me,” she says quietly. “Three times.” “You see.” I lift my shoulders. Now Elodie unwraps herself, exposing her peach skimpy bikini clinging to her adoring breasts and ass, wet hair sticking to her face. She unties the tiny rope holding her clothes, letting it fall off her body. Her skin glistens moist, and somehow I can’t forget the image of her some minutes ago in the pool.

Then she saw the girl. Liana stood beneath the largest print in the show, a ten-foot-tall image of herself sprawled across white silk, thighs open, fingers buried between them, head thrown back in a silent scream of release. In the photograph her eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, skin flushed rose and gold. In the flesh she wore a slip of silver fabric that barely qualified as a dress, nipples dark against the thin material, legs endless. She was staring at the image of herself the way someone might stare at a lover caught in the act: possessive, angry, aroused. Elena’s pulse kicked hard. She crossed the room, heels silent on the polished concrete.

Anyone with a good view or a pair of binoculars could potentially see the expansive deck and the gleaming pool. Elena stood at the edge of the water, completely naked, her body still bearing faint marks from the night before — light bruises on her hips from Damian’s gripping hands, reddened patches on her ass from his possessive spanks, and a constellation of hickeys across her breasts and inner thighs. Her skin glowed with a fresh tan and the sheen of sunscreen mixed with sweat. She felt exposed, vulnerable… and incredibly alive.

I kept my eyes closed, “Put your clothes back on right this instant.” “Trust me, please.” She pleaded. Fucking hell. What had I gotten myself into? I clenched my jaw tightly, showing my irritation towards her, before opening my eyes to look at her. I froze. Elaine was half naked, standing before me in only her bra and panties. But that wasn’t what made me freeze. It was the scars. Raised, uneven lines that criss-crossed her skin. They looked so raw, like they had been carved into her with cruel intent.

Nina advised, "Ma'am, you should go out and meet your family and friends. This will ease you down." Elaina nodded and went to the bathroom to freshen up. After a few minutes, she returned, dressing in a purple and white saree with a floral-printed blouse. The blouse was sleeveless and exposed more of her backside. Nina accompanied her, and Elaina straightened her way to her mother's room. As she knocked on the door, Janki opened it for her within a second. Elaina hugged her impatiently. Janki consoled her and asked, "What had happened, my princess?"

Clad in resplendent attire, they emanated an aura of a perfectly crafted couple. Elena's dress was a masterpiece of elegance and allure. The fabric cascaded down her figure, accentuating her curves with a graceful flow. Its vibrant hue, a mesmerizing blend of deep sapphire and shimmering silver, caught the light and enhanced her radiance. Complementing her bold ensemble were nude stiletto heels, adding a touch of sophistication to her captivating look. The subtle reveal of her décolletage held a magnetic allure, captivating the attention of many, including Liam, who found himself fighting the urge to openly devour her beauty.

Yudha’s voice sounded urgent on the other end. With her heart pounding, Evalina turned on the screen. And there it was—her face. Not from an old interview, but from an exclusive report by a major television network. > “Who is Evalina Tan? The mysterious woman engaged to Hunter Jackson appears to be hiding a dark past.” Her breath caught as old images flashed across the screen. Photos of her working in a nightclub. A short clip of her in a revealing bar waitress uniform. Twisted captions followed: > “Evalina Tan was once a nighttime entertainer at an exclusive Southeast Asian club.”

A quiet feminine moan. My hand froze on the handle. I cracked the door open just enough to look inside and the sight hit me like a punch to the gut. Elena was still on the table, legs spread wide in the stirrups. The gown had fallen completely open, exposing her naked body. One hand cupped her full breast, pinching the nipple, while the other worked frantically between her thighs. Two fingers plunged in and out of her glistening pussy, making obscene wet noises. Her clit was swollen and red from attention. Her head was tilted back, lips parted, and those erotic moans spilled freely from her mouth.

Fortunately Ellen hand clapped her palms to create a shockwave at the last moment to escape their combined strike. "Alright! That was pretty good… both of you." Ellen spoke as both Alice and Aria were hanging upside down on the tight ropes around the ring, "You almost had me. Good Job." The shockwave Ellen created tore the tight leather garb exposing their fat buttocks and breast on the display to the entire audience. They both had lewd tattoos and piercings in almost every private part of their bodies. Nothing was left for imagination and since both voluptuous ladies were buck naked. Fortunately, since there were no men in the audience, it could be much less embarrassing for them.

Then I turned around, bent over, and lifted the back of my skirt, fully exposing my round ass and glistening wet pussy to all of them. My smooth pink lips were visibly wet and shiny. A thin string of my juices slowly dripped down my inner thigh. I stayed bent like that, ass up and pussy on full display while they stared. One of the men held up his phone. "Can we take some pictures, Marcus?" Marcus looked at me. "Elena, would you like to pose for some nice semi-nude photos for us?" I hesitated for half a second, but his calm gaze melted me. "Yes, Sir..." I whispered.