Ingrid Rogers Nude Novels & Stories

I will survive, and one day… one day, you will know the weight of all that you have done to me. The hours pass slowly, each a torment. I straighten up to stretch, my muscles screaming in pain and fatigue. An inmate bullies me again, this time so brutally that I fall to my knees on the cold floor, my hands cut by the roughness of the concrete. I breathe heavily, my heart pounding to the brink of breaking, but I rise again. Each fall is a test, each pain a lesson. In the solitude of my cell, I take out my notebook and write:

She is standing next to a tall guy who looked like a tea lover, attractive, English and young, but a pussy of a man, and weak enough seeing as I can easily break his neck with one simple twist. Ingrid is so close to him, pressed up tight, but I know he hasn't lay a single dirty hand on her. Maybe not in any way that counted. She is staring up at him, then the crowd, gazing at the bunch of men losers seated here like they have a stupid gathering today. Hold up. Yes, that's my bambina; Ingrid La Rosa, but she looks . . . different. Especially with her holding that glass of whatever that is. She's confident. She's tipsy. Is she drunk?

She said back. “What the hell why are you so big??” I sniggered in the bridge between our minds. Next thing I knew she had shifted back and was walking toward me. So I followed suit. Then it came to my attention that we were both naked. Of course wolves saw each other naked from time to time but we didn’t go around flaunting it or walking around out in the open. But here we were, doing exactly that. I tried so hard … really fucking hard not to look down at Ingrid’s body. But fuck I lost that battle almost immediately.

Sarah approvingly watching Roger lift my skirt over the tops of my stockings, lifting it over my garter belt, exposing my naked, freshly waxed cunt lips without any knickers. Sarah watching Roger kneel in front of me, holding my gaze as his tongue tip found my clit, his hands on my bare ass. Sarah and me kissing with our tongues, removing my blouse, licking my nipples while she watched her man Roger tongue fucking me. Removing her shirt, then Roger’s, a hand on each other’s big ass’s while Roger went to work on my wet cunt lips.

Her paced quickened as she heard Harry moan loudly. In her peripheral she saw the door that was once cracked open, now standing about halfway open. Just outside it was Roger. His pants were down to his knees and he was stroking a huge, fat, ugly, black cock. He was looking right at her. Harry had told him to do just that, but not to join in this first time. Harry was getting off on the fact that his buddy was watching this intense blow job play out.

“I am rewarding you tonight and every night if you’ll let me.” I looked up at him like an innocent girl who just wanted to please her daddy. “You fucking tease,” he said. “Just this once, and then I am going to make sure you never leave the house without at least one orgasm a day.” Roger’s voice was controlled, yet I knew he wouldn’t betray his oath. I removed the babydoll T-shirt to reveal my hardened brown nipples. I wanted to tease him a little, so I pinched both of them to show how horny I was for him.

Ingrid just smiles back at me as she strips out of her undergarments and lets them fall to the ground. I graze my hands up the backs of her legs as I kiss down to her breasts. She rolls into my touch. Goddess above, if we had the time to spend.

Alpha Lance’s eyes closed shut when he felt her palm engulf his cock, he just couldn’t wait to bend her over the table and mate with her right there and then. In return, his fingers found her opening and rubbing the delicate softness, he inserted two of his fingers in, making her buck forward in response to the sensation. She rubbed his shaft and his fingers twirled inside her as they continued to kiss each other, enjoying what they were both doing with Alpha Lance being the only one in his right state of mind. The door sprung open revealing Ingrid and like a veil had just been removed from her face, she gasped when she saw Alpha Lance standing naked in front of her while she was also half n

He even has two little dimples on either side of his spine right above his perfect ass… I grit my teeth to keep from making any noise, giving him any indication of what seeing him undressed like this makes me want to do to him. Roger reaches out and twists the dial on the TV, but there’s no reaction from it. He tries the other two, but the tv stays stubbornly dark. Then, too slowly, Roger turns to me.