Julia Benson Nude Novels & Stories

"You're very beautiful and my camera likes you." "Is that so?" Juliana replied, continuing her routine as Krista lay down on her stomach to be able to shoot up at her. "Maybe you'd like to take pictures of my pussy?" she said with a laugh, making a joke as she stood over Krista, who rolled onto her back, and slowly slid down into a horizonal split, stopping when her pussy was just a foot over Krista's head, the sweat-stained material of her training leotard stretched tight, revealing her camel toe.

Julia woke up slowly, her eyes fluttering open to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. She blinked, feeling the warmth of the bed and the softness of the sheets against her skin. But something felt off. She shifted slightly, and that’s when the realization hit her: Caspian, last night, sex. Julia looked under the bedsheets swiftly and realized she was completely naked. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as last night’s memories rushed back like a flood.

Meanwhile, in the spacious back seat, Ben lay quietly, engrossed in his phone, scrolling through Jephson's social media updates. She didn't post frequently; her updates mostly revolved around her travels, movies, and fitness activities. She seemed extremely active and healthy. Ben meticulously scrolled through her posts, reaching the bottom where he stumbled upon a selfie. Jephson sat on a balcony, bathed in sunlight, her chestnut curls framing her face. She nonchalantly took a picture, revealing her alluring figure and striking features. Ben's heart raced erratically. Surreptitiously, he clicked on the photo.

With a few words to Alexis the camera didn't pick up, Richard reached out, took a grip on the sheet and gave it a tug. There was a collective gasp in his earbuds from the people at the scene as well as from the passengers around him. The sound of cameras firing filled his ears and Ben tugged his earbuds out. On the stone pedestal stood a four foot replica of Ben in burnished bronze. Completely naked for the world to see. Ben put his face in his hands and groaned. "Oh my GOD! That's BEAUTIFUL!" Catherine gasped loudly then winced as she realized how loud she'd been. Karen and Penny looked back at him with wide eyes.

Melissa scolded as she walked in, startling Bonita into awkwardness. “I wasn’t—I wasn’t staring lustfully!” Bonita retorted, glaring at Melissa, who merely hummed, smiling knowingly. Bonita redirected her focus to the fridge, feeling increasingly flustered. She blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the image that had just invaded her mind. Was she really ogling that crazy man? She convinced herself she was just shocked by how fit Benjamin looked and how unexpected it was that he turned out to be a vegetarian. “Let’s talk. Let Melissa and Jeremy finish breakfast,” Nolan said, patting Bonita’s shoulder before addressing Benjamin. “You too, young man.”

he ordered. Guards ripped the tank top off her. No bra underneath just her pierced nipples caughting the sunlight, metal bars glinting. They yanked her shorts and panties down her athletic legs, leaving her completely naked in front of everyone. Tattoos on full display. Tight ass. Strong thighs from all the protest marches she used to do. Julian pulled a thick cane from a nearby rack. Dark wood, flexible. “You want to act like an animal?” he said. “Then you’ll be treated like one.”

I’d jerked off to her more times than I could count, locked in my room with my cock in my fist, scrolling through the pictures I’d secretly taken or stolen from Julian’s phone. Her in that tight little sundress at the family barbecue, the way the fabric clung to the swell of her ass. Her laughing in a bikini by the pool, tits barely contained, nipples poking against the wet fabric like they were begging to be sucked raw. I’d photoshopped every single one of them. Cropped out Julian’s stupid face, zoomed in until it was just her perfect tits spilling out, or her ass bent over in those yoga pants that made her cheeks look like two ripe peaches I wanted to bite into until they bruised.

The strange thing is that Benson was usually always at work, and she had no guarantee that he wouldn't go to work on any given day, but she didn't experience the loneliness she was feeling now, perhaps because she knew he'd be back by the evening and she'd see him. After finishing her morning ritual of caring for Julie, she went into the bathroom to take a bath. She had undressed in the living room before going to the shower, so her clothes and underwear were on one of the couches. She was returning to her clothes after toweling and creaming her body in Julie's bathroom when the door unexpectedly opened and she saw Benson walk in. She screamed and went poker face, then grabbed whatever part

Julia whistled in admiration, "Lovely, you are beautiful. My turn now." Julia stood up and gracefully slipped off her blouse, exposing a delicate pink bra that made her look more beautiful. Linda and Kamala both gasped in awe at her figure. "You look stunning," Kamala exclaimed. Then, she noticed Julia going a step further: She began unbuttoning her jeans, eager to show her panties. Kamla and Linda gasped as Julia slowly peeled off her jeans, revealing a matching set of lacy pink panties that made her butt appear more prominent. Her panties did little to cover her womanhood while her pubic hair peeked out from the edges.

He pushed off his wet trunks, and now naked, he propped himself up on his bed with his laptop. The image came up just in time to show Brenda slip out of her bikini on the far side of her bed, facing Bryce's camera. His dick began to quickly expand as he took in the beauty of those gorgeous tits and the little landing-strip muff of pubic hair that adorned her pronounced pussy-mound.