Ellie Empress Nude Novels & Stories

He answered gently. Ember gave him an annoyed look. Did he really think she was about to shift back and stand naked in front of them? There was no chance of that; she was a lady and no one had seen her naked since before she’d reached puberty. She shook her wolfish head and sniffed in disdain before she raised her nose to show that she was not about to let them see her naked. The elder man snorted his amusement. “I think that’s human for she refuses to be naked in front of us.” He stated with amusement.

Fortunately Ellen hand clapped her palms to create a shockwave at the last moment to escape their combined strike. "Alright! That was pretty good… both of you." Ellen spoke as both Alice and Aria were hanging upside down on the tight ropes around the ring, "You almost had me. Good Job." The shockwave Ellen created tore the tight leather garb exposing their fat buttocks and breast on the display to the entire audience. They both had lewd tattoos and piercings in almost every private part of their bodies. Nothing was left for imagination and since both voluptuous ladies were buck naked. Fortunately, since there were no men in the audience, it could be much less embarrassing for them.

That weekend, Emily showed up at Landon’s studio and posed for the nude photos. They were all tasteful, as Landon had promised, but Emily couldn’t help feeling like she’d sold herself out. She posed behind a sheet that just barely covered her breasts. She couldn’t help but think of the modeling jobs she used to get.

Mark's inner thighs were soaked with her juices. Here she was, bent over naked in front of a strange girl, not much older than her own daughter, with clamps killing her nipples, and her ass a blistered mass of welts, and yet, she was getting turned on by the abuse and humiliation. "Iris?" Elias asked, causing her to pause in her strokes, "Hold up for a second please."

The designer said. "Great. So we won't waste any time." She sat down and massaged her head. Ellen was fitting dresses and told her to fit something. When the designer brings out a dozen dresses and she exhales. Ellen makes her fit it and everything. The mermaid cut, the one that's almost a net and shows her whole fatless body. Ellen was squirming as she took photos of her. She didn't pose. She poses lousily and makes that fierce look without any make up. Her hair is messy--beautifully messy.

After checking my bruised body, I donned the gown I had found outside my bedroom. I knew it was what Vercel had prepared for me. It was an elegant white gown made of silk, hugging my neck and arms conservatively. Yet it accentuated every curve of my body, with a subtle peek of my legs revealed whenever I walked, thanks to the gown’s slit. The dress flowed all the way to the ground. After applying some powder and lipstick and brushing my hair—thank goodness it was healthy, so I didn’t have to stress about styling—I let it fall freely down my back. Then I slipped on a pair of earrings.

It’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.

The robe starts to fall open, further and further until, much to Ellie's shock she sees her stepmother is completely naked under her robe. Ellie stares in disbelief as Missy's huge tits are exposed in all their naked glory to her hungry eyes. She has lost the power of speech as Missy sits there on her knees, holding her robe open so very invitingly to her young daughter. "Well now that you see Mommy has nothing under her robe..." Missy pauses reaches out and strokes the side of Ellie's face before adding in a soft whisper, "Do you still want to snuggle up next to her huh?" "Yes Mommy more than ever I do." Ellie says licking her lips involuntarily as her eyes become fixated on Missy's big, be

Surely, it couldn’t be… But all the evidence pointed to that. The little prince has masturbated desperately, trying to relieve her own anguish for the better part of the night. “Yes,” Emeriel nodded vigorously. “I’m in pain. I want something inside,” she punctuated by thrusting her body towards Livia, “Please, please…!” “Unfortunately, I am not in the position to help you,” Livia told her, and the girl began to sob. Uncurling from her position, Emeriel laid down on the bed, and humped the sheets furiously. Hips moving, she whimpered, her teary eyes closed.

Roman’s breath hitched. Elodie leaned back against the leather seat, eyes locked on his as she slid two slender fingers down her flat stomach and over her swollen mound. “Watch me, Mr. Ashford,” she whispered seductively. She parted her slick folds with her fingers, showing him everything—her pink, dripping inner lips, her tight little hole already clenching with need, and her swollen clit peeking out. A thick strand of her creamy arousal stretched and broke as she dipped her middle finger inside herself, moaning softly at the wet sound.