Ellen Greene Nude Novels & Stories

I raised my fist to knock. Lowered it. Raised it again. Then I heard the music. Low. Sultry. Bass thrumming through the wood like a second heartbeat. I shouldn’t have looked. I pushed the door open an inch. Just enough. Greer stood in the center of the room, back to me, wireless headphones on, eyes closed. Tiny sleep shorts that barely covered the curve of her ass. Thin tank top clinging to the dip of her waist and the gentle swell of her breasts. Her hips rolled slowly, deliberately, following the rhythm of whatever filthy track was playing.

They were standing, holding drinks in their hands, looking like they were at a party. The next photo showed the blonde woman sitting on a couch. This time she was naked, her legs spread, and her pussy was shaved like it said in the ad. The third photo showed Greg. He was sitting on a deck chair by a swimming pool, naked as well, his erect cock flat against his belly.

She definitely had no bra on and the robe was clinging to her in such a way that her pebbled nipples were quite visible from beneath it. Theo tried to avert his eyes from her cleavage, but before he could, her slender waist caught his attention, on which the knot was tight and was accentuating her figure. His eyes travelled up north and settled on her plump lips which were covered in a bubblegum pink lip gloss. He gulped hard as she bit her lips and smiled. Theo looked into her eyes and they were full of mischief. “Do… you…. Do you intend to kill me, Miss Greene?” Theo asked, shifting his butt because his pants were getting tighter.

“That ass is begging to be spread.” Cole’s hand brushed her thigh when she passed him a fresh beer—fingers sliding under the hem, grazing the wet heat between her legs. “Still dripping from last time, baby?” She shivered, nipples tightening harder. Ryan watched everything, cock visibly straining in his jeans. “Topless now, sweetheart. Show them what they’re playing for.” Lena’s breath hitched. She reached back, unzipped the dress, and let it pool at her feet. Standing in nothing but the shelf bra, crotchless thong, and heels, she felt four pairs of eyes devour her.

She was following Alex's movement as she came to the bags to take one of the bags. Now, she was in Gabe's view and he could see that she was naked except for the underwear she was wearing. She was wearing a bright green set of lacy underwear, the panties pulled up against her hip bones. Alex bent over, and her perfect round ass came into view, making his groin area tighten.

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.

Greene stepped forward, still eyeing Ziyana maliciously. “On your knees,” Ziyana teased to my surprise. Greene looked back, only to be met with Stefano and my stony eye. Then she did the unexpected. She closed her eyes tight and fisted a bunch of her silky dress tightly, her palm white and shaky from the impact. Her chest heaved up and down heavily from piled emotions.

She gave Arthur a lingering smile and returned to her table. On the appointed day, I arrived at Greta’s discreet shop on a quiet side street. No visible sign, just large windows displaying photos of club members in their tailored uniforms and a solid wood door marked “Members Only – By Appointment Only.” I rang the bell and she opened it instantly. I was instantly aroused by the change in her appearance. In the shop, Greta dressed like pure temptation. Her tight top featured a deep, plunging scoop neckline that barely contained her massive breasts, the soft inner curves and edges of her large, puffy areolas teasingly visible. Her nipples stood prominently against the thin fabric. A clinging

Some were being fingered, while their moans were swallowed by the loud music. Luther must have felt my tension because he glanced at me, then quickly looked away, like he didn't want to see my reaction. Then, something even weirder happened .A woman approached Luther, almost completely nude, just wearing a fishnet top that clung to her chest, exposing her bare nipples while hardly covering her backside. "Luther!" she called out, her voice dripping with something I couldn't quite place.. Luke immediately stopped rolling Luther and casually walked away.. "Athina," Luther replied, his voice surprisingly even.

But instead, I was greeted with the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in my whole life. Renee was sitting straight up on her knees in the middle of the bed. Her one arm was draped down the front of her body while the other hand held it causing her breasts to look like they were about to squeeze out of the sexy blue lingerie she was wearing. My eyes racked down her body trying to commit it to memory. Her beautiful thighs where on full display. I know I had already seen her naked earlier, but this felt even hotter. She did this for me, and I was very thankful.