Ellen Greene Nude Novels & Stories

There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”

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.

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.

Even if it was just to make her pregnant. They finally agreed not to screw her if they could have her for arousal to help them cum. "You want to fantasize about my wife as you masturbate?" I asked. "Not only that," Gordon replied. "We want to see some pictures of her nude." Greg added, "No! We want to see her nude. Let us at least see her dressed very sexy and with very little clothes on like a short see through gown or something. Make her show us her little titties and pull her panties down at least."

She then slowly hooked her thumbs through the threadlike material of her thong and pulled it down. Nic watched in awe as she became completely uninhibited. She then shocked the hell out of him, and straddled his lap, completely naked. He was at instant attention. She started to grind her body on top of his. There was something intensely erotic about the fact that he was fully clothed and she was completely nude. And her body...Goddamn, it was beautiful. It was soft and one hundred percent feminine looking...like a young Pam Grier. He had to have her!

Lifting his hands to her shoulders, he tried to push her down to the sofa. He had no luck as Lila planted her feet and pushed him down instead. Pure lust swam in her eyes, making them dim. She started unbuttoning her shirt and once that was out of the way, she moved to her skirt. Wiggling her ass, she pushed the skirt all the way down and stepped out of it. All she had on beneath her clothes was a green, balconette bra. With a few frantic movements of her hands, she got rid of that, leaving her completely naked and horny to a point of no return.

Noel Greer… it brought back memories. 10 years ago, she had woken up beside him in the hotel. He was asleep and with his eyes closed, dark lashes fell over beautiful olive skin stretched over defined cheekbones. His full lips were relaxed and full and Penny yearned to reach over and kiss him. His strong, lean muscled body was stretched out on the bed, reminding her of a powerful panther leisurely sunbathing under the dim lights of the room, the red bedsheets heightened the lure of his tanned skin. She bit her lip shyly allowing her gaze trail down his hard shoulders to the solid wall of the chest that had crushed her breasts while he thrust inside her several times that night. She blushed an