Ella-rae Smith Nude Novels & Stories

But the thought of police, fingerprints, a record… She couldn’t afford that. Slowly, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing a simple white bra. Then her jeans, stepping out of them until she stood in just her underwear. Mr. Kane’s gaze moved over her , slow, deliberate. “Everything.” Riley’s hands shook as she unhooked her bra, letting her full, perky breasts spill free. Then she slid her panties down, stepping out of them. She was completely naked in the small changing room, arms instinctively crossing over her chest.

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.

I suppose I really had no problem being nude for almost anyone at home, only unwilling to be nude in public since it could be a legal problem, but Master had us both dress provocatively outside the home and I became liquid at the stares of others. Lisa and I got them started on some very basic positions, mostly addressing some of the balance activities they'd have to do and could even do on their own. Reneé being nude was arousing to her as well as to Lisa and I. We could smell her arousal, so attuned were we to it anymore. She was a cute girl and we both found her sexy which made us aroused. The only thing which would have made it worse would have been Master and Jerry outside watching. For

I pulled out my phone with my other hand, pulling up the video I’d taken earlier without her knowing. I’d angled the phone in the bag while she was swimming, catching her climbing out of the water, with her tank top clinging to her breasts,her beautiful nipples were hard and visible through the wet fabric. It wasn’t much. Just a few seconds. But it was enough. I hit play as I freed my cock, already leaking. On screen, Elara pulled herself onto the dock, water streaming off her body. The tank top was practically see-through, showing me everything. Her small waist. The curve of her hips. Those perfect fucking tits.

The next day Blake awoke alone and exited the room looking at a beautiful sight. Three women were nude in the lotus positions. As they were cultivating, a strange hew emanated from the three, making them seem glowing. Not to disturb them, he went to the bathroom and commenced his shower soon after he heard the women chattering in the living room excitedly. Sara then ran to Blake when he entered the living room and hugged him tightly, not realizing that she was still nude due to her excitement.

It was deliberate. “Lydia,” Damian said, breathless as he pulled back from Ariella’s bare, quivering body. “Come here.” She stood slowly, letting the silk robe slip from her shoulders, pooling around her bare feet. The camera caught everything—her hardened nipples, the flush between her thighs, the heat simmering in her eyes. She stepped over Ariella’s thigh and straddled Damian, facing the blinking lens. And then she smiled. If they were going to watch, she would give them a show they’d never forget.

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.