Jessica Nigri Slip Novels & Stories

"You just relax, I won't leave you like last night you left me, but I will make you scream until you go limp." You're finished Jessica, you won't be able to run anymore. "Darling. Ahhh!" TAP! Jessica's dress was forcibly ripped off by Morgan and now her baby blue bra is showing her breasts. "Wow, this is sexy baby." "Aaahhh!" Jessica's voice had already come out when her husband's naughty hands groped and stroked the surface of her breasts which were still covered by the baby blue panties that matched her top. "Aaahhh! Morgan." Jessica was going crazy as Morgan's fingers played over the surface of her breasts still clad in the fabric of her panties.

she licked her lips. “Hmmm,” I groaned, still, I refused to loose control. “Go back to your room, Jess. Please…” She pulled back, standing in front of me. Our eyes locked briefly and I thought she’d finally obey me. She didn’t. Instead, she slid down the strap of her nightie, slowly, seductively, teasing me with her cleavages. “Jess…” my voice cracked, my breathing affected by the way my dick throbbed. “Jess, I don’t want to hurt you…”

How would you like to punish me. Jessica's mouth dropped open as her clit began to throb deep between her legs. The sexual intention behind Miss Alice’s words wasn't lost on her. This wasn't real. It was a game. A sex game. “Pull up your skirt.” Were his sharp words. Jessica watched, hypnotized by the sight of the strong, seductive woman pulling her skirt over her thighs. She held her skirt around her waist, her creamy buttocks bared to the camera. She wore no underwear.

Then she whispered telling me since they wanted a show we should give them a show. Later, we changed into what they demanded. Jessica wore a red lace see through dress that clung to her curves like it had been stitched on her body. I went with black silk, slit high up my thigh, back bare. She curled my hair into a side part and let it fall down my shoulders while she did her hair in a ponytail. We applied makeup looking so sexy. We looked like bait. And maybe that’s all we were.

Reluctant to part ways, they ran to each other and hugged affectionately, but people playing the roles of ruthless warriors tore them apart… The moment they were separated, the male dancer's hands that were drawn away from her shoulders moved suddenly. Jessica felt that her shoulder strap was slashed by something sharp, and her gauzy dress began to slip off in an instant… She was wearing an off-shoulder robe and a gauzy dress that relied on the strap to hold up… At that moment, Jessica was making a bending move. Her arms swung backward lightly and her waist protruded. Her curvy figure was demonstrated… When the dress slipped off, it was too late for her to cover her chest.

Finally she removed her pants revealing a net slitted thong and garters. Marks eyes widened as he took in the sight of Jessica. She was a sexy devil. The black lingirie set stood out against her white skin,making her look hot. She danced sexually and started to grind herself against him,parting his legs and rubbing her buttox in between. She leaned back and stole a kiss from his lips. A kiss he didn't want to break away from. She began to give him a lap dance. Something she has never done before but watched in movies. She hoped that her drunken self was doing it right.

A door closed beside her and Jessica came out, holding two cups of hot Grande Starbuck cup with a tall, fat swirl of whip cream on top. Jessica herself was wearing a skimpy bikini that accentuate her fit body. The top was a black crisscrossed design that push her huge breast (definitely fake but money well spent) so far up top that it almost spill out of her cup which fits her floral panties with thin straps very well. “Here you go, signature hot chocolate with whipping cream and extra milk. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.” She hands one of the cups to Alissa who smiled at her with a small frown on her face.

—AVERY— “No… no, no, no…” My voice trembled as I shook my head so fast it made me dizzy. “I didn’t do this!” Jessica’s body lay sprawled at the bottom of the staircase, her delicate dress ripped at the hem, and blood… there was blood trickling near her head. My chest tightened until I couldn’t breathe. “I didn’t do this!” I screamed louder, my throat burning as my voice cracked. “You liar!” Kira’s voice sliced through the heavy silence like a blade. She ran down the steps to where Jessica lay sprawled, unconscious. Her eyes were wide but not with fear, no, with something that looked almost… triumphant. “You pushed her!”

A natural sub that she was, she gradually turned around as her fingers reached behind her back and pulled down the zip of her little black dress. Nothing turned-on a dominant like me than the willing, beautiful gift of submission from a woman like this. Taking the last sip of the drink, I plopped down the glass on the table beside the leather-clad couch. By now, the fabric slipped down from her body and pooled around her legs. Jessica stepped out of it and unclasped her bra deftly, letting it fall along with the recently discarded dress. Before she could take off that lacy red thong, I instructed, "Turn around and do it."

One afternoon, a woman arrived asking specifically for Jessica. She appeared to be in her early forties. Elegant. Reserved. The sort of person who carried herself carefully. As though she had learned long ago that the world wasn't always safe. Jessica immediately noticed her hands. They trembled slightly. Only slightly. Enough. The woman smiled politely. "Natalie." The name meant nothing. At first. Then Jessica froze. Brussels. The folder. The artist who disappeared. The woman who vanished from the art world almost ten years earlier.