Jennifer Van Damsel Nude Novels & Stories

Damien sat at his desk, a video call open on his computer screen. On the other end, Selene was completely naked. She had her legs spread wide with no shame whatsoever, her fingers pumping rapidly in and out of her dripping pussy, slick sounds filling the room. She moaned at the screen: "Alpha, you scared me so bad yelling at me on the phone… but I want you so much right now. Does that big cock of yours miss me?" Damien sat there stone-faced, but his fly was already undone, his thick, veined cock standing fully erect.

“Now tell me your kinks, Elena. Be honest and dirty. What makes that pretty pussy wet when you think about it?” She blushed deeply but the heat between her legs grew again. “I like being dominated… and spanked hard. I like choking a little. And I really like when you call me your good girl and your queen at the same time. Also… I fantasize about being tied up and used while I can’t touch myself. It drives me crazy. I'm open to blindfollds.” Damon’s smirk grew into a dark smile. “Fuck, that’s perfect. My filthy little queen has such good taste. Get on your knees in the middle of the room.”

"Promise you won't be mad?" I closed my eyes and sighed. "Just tell me what you did." "Sooo, I was trying to figure out what to get you for Christmas, and I kind of looked at your laptop." Oh shit. "I went into your browser, trying to find something and typed in 'A-M-A-Z,' when what did I find?" Her expression had changed to the one she had when she caught me sneaking one of dad's beers. "Why, I believe it was 'Petite blonde stepsister with AMAZing tits gets railed by stepbro.' And a lot more like that, too. There was definitely a theme there: a petite blonde stepsister with long hair and a muscular stepbrother with dark hair in pretty much every video." It was my turn to look away now.

“Now take your clothes off. Slowly. I want to see every inch.” I hesitated for half a second. Then I did it. Jacket first. Then shirt. Then jeans. I stood there in my bra and panties, the night air on my skin. Damien’s eyes went dark. “Fuck, Ava. You’re gorgeous. Turn around. Slow.” I turned. He whistled low. “Perfect ass. Now bend over a little. Let me see how wet you are.” I bent over. He came behind me and slid his hand between my legs. “Already soaked. Good girl. I knew you would be.”

“I… I thought about how you touched her. How you made her beg. How in control you were.” Damien’s thumb brushed slowly across my lower lip. “And did you come?” “Yes.” He released my chin and stepped back. “Take off the slip. Slowly. I want to see what belongs to this academy now.” My fingers trembled as I reached for the thin straps. I slid them down my shoulders one by one, letting the sheer fabric pool at my feet. I stood completely naked before him, fighting the urge to cover myself. The cool air kissed my heated skin, making my nipples tighten into painful peaks.

We were the storm they didn’t know they were waiting for. A woman—tall, blonde, too polished to be real—slithered up to Damien and placed a manicured hand on his chest. “Well, well,” she purred. “I haven’t seen you downtown in a while. When did the playboy become so… tamed?” Damien didn’t respond. He only tugged me closer by the waist. I rolled my eyes and knew exactly what he wanted. I plastered a smile across my face and slid my hand over his chest knocking the woman’s hand off, as I tilted my head with mock sweetness.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

It showed three people standing proudly outside Bennett Accounting many years ago (my father, looking younger and more vibrant, a woman I didn’t recognize, with sharp features and a confident smile, and another man whose face had been violently scratched out). I turned the photograph over. There was nothing. No writing, no dates. Silence filled the room as I stared at it, my mind racing through possibilities. Who was the woman? And why had someone gone to such lengths to erase the third person’s identity? As I continued examining the photograph, I became acutely aware of Damien’s silence. I looked up and noticed he wasn’t looking at the picture, he was looking at me. His gaze had drifted low

Edging a step closer to the living area, my ears perked up like those of an alerted dog as I eavesdropped. "...just a thank you gift, Jane. Nothing special," I heard Josh say casually. "A gift?" Excitement was evident in Jane's voice. "Uh, thank you. Wait here, I'll go get Dalia for you." Quickly but quietly, I sidled off to my room, grabbed a bottle of moisturizer and plopped down on the edge of my bed, pretending to be oblivious. A moment later, Jane barged in. She was dressed—if 'dressed' was the operative word—in a white camisole tank, no bra, her nipples poking against the thin cotton fabric, and tight boy shorts with the creases of her folds blatantly imprinted against it, while displa

Phones flew up, recording the scandalous scene. Vanessa shoved Gideon flat onto his back, arched her spine dramatically like a pornstar, and rode him even harder — proper, shameless, exhibitionist cowgirl. Her sapphire dress was bunched uselessly around her waist, her full tits bouncing heavily inside the plunging neckline with every powerful slam downward. Her round ass rippled and clapped loudly against his thighs as she took his cock to the hilt again and again, creamy juices dripping down his balls.