Elise Christie Nude Novels & Stories

A tiny little fabric covered her nipples but they didn’t stop me from knowing that they had hardened under my gaze. Lowering my gaze down, I saw her clean flat belly which was bare to my eyes but the ropes were tightly stuck to it on both sides then went down holding a little rope around her lower part and again a very little V-shaped cloth was dangling over her clean pussy, I could even make the line of her shaved pussy. It clenched from my lustful gaze and the fabric slowly went inside, showing a clean line of her pussy lips. FUCK “I need you, please.” Eloise’s words snapped me back to the real world. I cautiously looked around, no one was around us, and the sky had started to turn dark.

The public would only see her as a mistress, her potential ruined in an instant. She pushed the door open, the sound of it creaking announcing her presence. The couple immediately froze. Athena scrambled off Lucas, clutching a sheet to cover her exposed body. Lucas, equally stunned, hurried to cover himself, his eyes locking onto hers as he stood. “What are you doing here, Eli?” he demanded, his voice filled with anger. Elise tilted her head, her voice steady and cold. “You’ll show up and meet me on Friday if you don’t want this video all over the internet, Lucas.”

Ria stopped and faced her. "Yes. A sexy top just like that one you made for Nancy.” Ma’am Elise replied. Ria eyes widened. “The off shouldered one?” “Exactly!” Ma’am Elise snapped her fingers in the air. "What?! No..no way I am wearing that to see Ian Bryant. That top is too revealing.” Ria shook her head in disagreement. “Too revealing? You liked it when it looked good on Nancy and that’s why you made one for yourself. And it looks good on you. Trust me, it is not too revealing at all.” Ma’am Elise argued.

“Please Daddy Prof… I am aching so much. My pussy needs to come. Do not tease me anymore.” Elias stood up slowly wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his lips and chin glistening with my slick. His eyes were dark and possessive as he looked down at me. “You are learning fast. Now take the rest of your clothes off. I want you completely naked for me.” My hands shook as I pulled my sweater over my head and unhooked my bra letting my tits spill free. He watched every move, his cock straining hard against his trousers. I pushed my skirt down and stepped out of my soaked panties until I stood completely bare in front of him, my nipples hard and my pussy visibly dripping down my inner thigh

The private room's door had flown open. I looked toward the doorway to see a face so gorgeous that it seemed to suck the air out of the room. The woman wore a black coat over straight-cut dress slacks that showed off her long legs. They were paired with a fitted white V-neck shirt that elongated her slender neck. Her high ponytail and those exquisite features carried a cool edge, making her look spirited and dashing. Everyone froze for a few seconds as the woman, Elise, strode straight up to me, looking me in the eyes the whole time. Then, her gaze flicked to the lyrics on the screen. "Who did you finally learn to love?"

His rough hands skimmed across the flimsy material of her one piece bikini causing tingles on her skin and nipples. Elise groaned and allowed her hands to roam around his bare chest and shoulders. She was not prepared for what he did as Carl tore through the material and blew a hot breath on one nipple before lowering his mouth to suck it and tingles of electricity shot from there to her spine to her clit. She gasped at him, and tried to remove his head because of the intense sensation she was feeling.

Her grip tightens on her coat. “She’s quite young for a Personal Assistant to you, John, isn’t she?” Elise steps forward, the cape shifting, exposing bare skin underneath. She revealed her naked skin purposely. Just that act alone is like saying a silent, yet unspoken ‘this is what I am to him. What are you?’ Ingrid swallows. I watch her throat move. She’s measuring her response. “Eighteen,” she says finally. Elise hums, dragging the silence between them like a blade across glass. “Eighteen.” She glances at me. “Your Personal Assistant?”

Adrian reached out, took the damp cotton between two fingers, brought them to his nose, inhaled once—deliberately—then set them on the desk like evidence. “Sit on the edge. Legs apart.” Elise perched on the desk, palms flat behind her for balance. She spread her thighs. Her pussy was flushed dark pink, lips swollen, clit peeking from its hood, glistening. A thin string of arousal stretched and broke as she opened wider. Adrian studied her for a long moment—clinical, appreciative. “You were reckless,” he said quietly. “Anyone in the row behind could have seen. Heard.” “I know.” “You didn’t care.”

“We have everything to ourselves.” Elise set her satchel down in the library, the fireplace already casting warm light across the familiar space. She turned to Daphne, letting her gaze travel slowly over the girl’s body. The robe gaped just enough to reveal the soft inner curves of her breasts and the shadow between her thighs. “Take it off,” Elise said. Her tone left no room for hesitation. Daphne’s fingers trembled slightly as she untied the belt. The silk whispered down her body and pooled at her feet. She stood completely bare, skin flushed from the shower’s heat and the intensity of Elise’s stare.

She walked for five blocks before realizing she hadn’t called anyone, hadn’t processed what had just happened. Later that evening, while lying on her bed in a ratty tank top and pajama shorts, her phone buzzed. Private Number 9:45 PM Wear your prettiest panties tomorrow. Elise wants to see if you blush when asked to take them off. Her body arched off the bed involuntarily. She had never been touched like that. Never been spoken to like that. Not by a man. Certainly not by a woman. And definitely not by both at once.