Ellen Greene Nude Novels & Stories

Nita said, "It is better when he cums on you." The third time was even better. Rather than join the girls in pressing, Nita decided to sit on the other side of me and get herself off with her fingers. We made a little masturbation sandwich that way, me stroking my cock, my sisters lying on the ground, and Nita on the other side. Her legs spread wide, hiding nothing. She already had her top off and for this round, Nita stripped down naked. I was surprised to see that her pussy was covered in dark, curly hair completely untrimmed. There was something arousing and naughty about that.

I stood there, clad only in a lacy bra and panty, my tanned skin nearly naked. Turning my back to Greg, I reached behind and unhooked the bra, shrugging out of it, letting it fall with the rest of my clothes. I stretched seductively, turning in profile, my nipples pointy and tight. I knew the lacy panties did not cover much, clinging to my shapely ass, barely containing it. If I turned to the balcony, Greg would be able to see my full curlies pressed against the crotch. I know he is particularly fond of my soft bush.

His greedy tongue swimming inside my mouth, taking all of Leon's cum, his soft soft lips that engulfed mine. That hooded look in his eyes as he gave all of himself for even just a bit of us all. As he glared at me when it was all over. When we all shared that feeling that it really wasn't over. He knew. It's why he stared at me like that. Like he wanted his men all to himself. His shaky fingers fucking me, stretching me for Green. Fuck. "Hello! Earth to Lacy? Hello!" I blink to see fingers snapping in front of me. Grace is dressed in her tight white blouse and black pencil skirt that hugs her knees. No one would guess what we just did.

Another part — the treacherous, curious part — was already throbbing with unwanted heat. Slowly, defiantly, she pulled her tank top over her head, revealing small, perky breasts with pierced nipples. Then the jeans came off, followed by her black thong. She stood completely naked in the center of the room, trying to look unbothered even as her cheeks burned. Elena’s green eyes darkened with approval as they roamed over Riley’s body. “Beautiful,” she murmured. “And so much potential.” She picked up a thin black leather collar from the table and stepped forward, fastening it snugly around Riley’s neck. The click of the buckle sounded loud in the quiet room.

"If I show you, will you lick me down there?" I replied, "It would be an extreme pleasure." I sat there in awe as Greta took off her jeans and her shoes, leaving her in a pair of brief panties. The panties covered more of her that her bathing suit had. I took another photo of her and she went into a couple of poses for me. Then, she pulled her panties down and revealed her nice landing-strip bush and the slit of her vagina. The panties fell to the floor and she stepped out of them.

I was about to become a permanent fixture in the tabloid drama of a man who thrived on chaos. The heavy door creaked open, and the room suddenly went still. Speaking of the devil, Riot Greene stepped inside. He was a work of menacing elegance in an all-black leather outfit, the layers of diamonds on his neck catching the light. Between his lips, a blunt glowed with a low, orange light. The smell of cannabis immediately filled the room. "Out," he rumbled, not even looking at the staffs. His eyes were fixed on me in a predatory look. "Give us a moment."

It was slightly ajar. Curiosity should’ve died right there. But no. Of course not. I had to know. I moved toward it like a sleepwalker drifting toward disaster. I reached the door and peered in, only to see everything. Ronan was naked. He was also spread out like a living sex ad. His legs were apart and his hair was damp. His muscles gleamed with sweat and his hips rolled with practiced rhythm as he drove himself into… A nurse? Blonde. Curvy. Her scrub top was still on—barely buttoned—but her lower half was completely bare. She rode him like she was possessed. No hesitation, no holding back.

He smirked. Then, Glade’s and Deborah’s outside clothes just disappeared into thin air, revealing their skin and bare bodies. Only their underwear were left. Glade is just wearing a fitted brief right now, showing off his well-toned muscles in his arms, legs and abdomen and not to mention the big bulk in between his thighs. Stop looking at it, Cerina. I reprimanded myself again in my head.

Loren changed her pink dress into a mini, comfortable casual gown while Caleb's shirts were off, he put on only his jogger pants. Caleb laid on his back, on the bed, cupping Loren with the crook of his elbow while she showed him the most recent nude photos she took before leaving America. The photos were mind blowing, as usual. When they were countries apart, Loren never failed to send Caleb her nudes at least, thrice weekly. But now they were together and Caleb's heart raced with the anticipation of seeing the nudes in real life. "You're hot as always, Loren." Caleb turned his face to Loren. They laid side-by-side, facing each other. Loren put her phone away, her gaze intent in his eyes.

Lowering himself back onto the plush sofa, a glint of a certain emotion —soft and unfamiliar, played in his eyes. He dug his hand into his trousers pocket, fishing out his phone and scrolling slowly up the web. The headlines were vicious. There were videos, photos, clips and an article about the confrontation between Cassandra Greene and her ex-boyfriend, Fred Bruno. Now the articles were painting Cassandra as some double-faced bitch and Jezebel the seductress. There were also pictures of her taking the subway and going into the home of the kids she was tutoring with headlines referring to her as a try-too-hard pretentious clown.