Joan Bradshaw Nude Novels & Stories

I just touched, slow and deliberate, loving how her body responded to every move. I pulled away suddenly, lips still tingling, breath still uneven, and walked out of the bathroom. She followed behind me cause she knew we needed to be on the bed. But I froze the second I saw my bed. Joan was lying there, completely naked, her legs spread open, one hand between them. She was already lost in pleasure, head tilted back, eyes half-lidded with lust. “Hey, twin,” Joan said with a slow smirk, eyes drifting to Christabel behind me. “Don’t think you’d enjoy him all to yourself.” “The more the merrier.”

“It is a bit warm now that you mention it.” “Then take the shirt off. The only person that would know is me and I’m not even there – unfortunately.” he with a smile in his voice. Joanna had never contemplated sleeping naked before. But, she saw no reason not take it off. “Well, you do make a good point. And I see no reason why I shouldn’t’ be comfortable in my own bed,” she said innocently. “I can wait why you . . . get more comfortable.” “Okay, give me a second.” Joanna sat up, sat the phone down, and pulled her shirt off over her head. She tossed it across the room and picked the phone back up. “Okay. She lay down on her back again.”

“Good.” They stayed on the phone without talking for almost a minute. Just breathing. Then Joan pulled her fingers out and snapped a quick mirror pic. She angled it so only her lower body showed, and in it; her tank top rucked up, black panties pulled to the side, two fingers spreading her slick pussy lips. You could clearly see how wet she was. it was shiny 'n messy. She sent it without caption. Just as he did. Tyler’s reaction was instant. “Holy fuckin shit, Joan.”

"You're totally not a fag. You're just a straight guy who gets a hard-on when another dude tells him what to do." Braden swallowed hard. He didn't say anything. "Take off the pants," Jake ordered. Braden looked around the empty stadium. Then he pushed his sweatpants and underwear down. He stepped out of them. He stood on the 50-yard line completely naked, his big cock sticking straight out, leaking precum. "Turn around and bend over," Jake said. Braden turned around. He bent at the waist, resting his big hands on his knees. His thick, muscular ass was thrust out in the air. Jake looked at it. It was a perfect jock ass. Hard and round.

Denise spoke up. The two women stood up and started to undress. I watched them for a minute, feeling uncomfortable but not wanting to miss anything. I looked over at my wife and she was staring at Denise, watching her undress. Soon, the two were down to their underwear and I thought they would stop but they didn't. I watched their bras and panties slide off their bodies and had two beautiful women, naked standing in front of me. "Oh, I hope you don't mind," Joan said, looking first at me and then my wife. "We've been in these clothes for more than a day and need to get out of them."

Seeing the woman, Blake quickly entered the booth and closed the door in embarrassment. Julie and Claire got over their shock at seeing Blake in the little swimsuit and looked over at Miss. Wilson. “Joan, what are you doing here?” Julie asked when she saw her friend. “Watching a strip show, I thought,” Joan said, smiling at the two. “Don’t mind him. He was only joking around.” Julie continued trying to make light of the situation. “Well, can I stay and watch whatever he is doing?”

Of course, he has seen porn before but it seemed more intense and in your face on a ninety-eight-inch screen. “Damn, she can swallow!” Rick shouted. “Yeah,” Blake eased out as he watched the show like the rest. He had to give the girls in the movie credit. They knew what they were doing and did it well. The scene before that a girl had stood on her hands, upside down, as the guy was giving it to her. Brad had never seen or known a woman to do a position like that. It was quite impressive. ****

It’s another photo. “Please, don’t open your notifications,” Richard says out loud as he stands up, but it’s too late. I look at the photo and I feel like I am going to be sick. It’s a photo of Jo touching herself. Her eyes are closed, her back arches and her hand covering her pussy, her nipples are hard while her legs are wide open. If I didn’t know, these photos were manipulated. I would’ve thought it was real.

“Oh, Joan. You should really work on your password security. ‘QueenJoan123’? Really?” Joan: “You hacked me?! You—” Me: “Careful how you speak to me. I haven’t even released everything yet.” Her breath hitched. “You lying little—” Me: “Tut tut. No insults. You’re not in a position to talk big right now. How’s your husband by the way? Oh wait—he must be very mad at you. Or did he finally see the photos with you wrapped around Mr. Hawthorne at that private villa in Ibiza? Or maybe the one where you were—what was it again?—oh yes, asking for a third to join you two for a ‘business meeting’?”

I folded my arms on my chest, there was no difference with this and being naked, I should just stand naked. “Stand confidently, that way, you will bring attention to yourself.” “Yea right.” I let my hands fall to the side, and I stood straight. Joan stood up from where she sat, and she pulled my top up, reveling my boobs. Her eyes met mine. Slow and tender, her lips touched the side of my bare neck. I flicnhed. “Calm down, I am not going to kill you, release yourself.” I closed my eyes, trying to comprehend the weight of the mission.