Elise Christie Nude Novels & Stories

They are beautiful creatures! "How are you doing, mom?" Phoenix jumped in excitement. "I am fine.” Ria pinched his cheeks. "Can you really see me?!" Phoenix asked again. "Yes I can see my little man!" Ria smiled. "Miss Ria!" Ria looked up and saw ma’am Elise running down the small steps. She is a short and plump woman. Her brown hair was cut down in a fringe style, a pair of brown eyes, a pointed nose and a pouting lips. Ria had to admit that ma’am Elise looked wonderful in the knee length gown.

“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?”

She was always an expert in crying crocodile tears. “R-Richard,” Elise whimpered. “I thought that you would be happy to see me. I came here for you.” “For me? Or for yourself?” I folded my arms and gave her a discerning look. She was dressed in a black lace minidress, which hugged her figure well. While she was in fact desirable, there was no stir of sexual attraction inside of me. Not anymore. Her tears stopped almost immediately when she saw that I wasn’t playing games, and her lips turned up into a seductive smile. She took a step closer, trying to close the distance between us.

She never heard Christine cry out like that, all kinds of possibilities of how Christine looks like right now either she’s bleeding or in pain was terrifying to think about. Like a proud sadist that he was, El’s phone beep and she gasped at what was sent to her. El received a multiple picture of Christine naked and bloodied all over. Cuts and bruises marked her face and her body that she looks almost unrecognizable except for her heart shape tattoo that was drew neat her collar bone. It was the only way she can recognize her step sister.

The long-sleeved, black dress she wore dangled all the way to her ankles as she elegantly sat down the sofa. Her contemptuous ocean eyes interpolated with the color of the red sea, and her perfectly molded nose was just as pink as the cherry blossoms in spring. She might be beautifully described, but she looked like a disaster. For more than a week of pooling her eyes with raindrop tears, her eyes were nothing like the tranquil sea. She was more like a turbulent ocean with obscure and vicious tidal waves. Dark, violent, and resentful was she – Elise, the widowed witch.

“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.