Julia Ling Nude Novels & Stories

That might change a bit if Julia decided to be my sex slave for three weeks. I walked through the door shouting, "Honey, I'm..." Home died on my lips. Julia was kneeling on her yoga mat, in the kneeling position, except instead of her hands behind her head, they were behind her back. Even her mouth was open properly. Her collar was on her neck. Fuck, she was beautiful, just perfect. And she'd removed her pubic hair. I felt my cock stir. I set my briefcase down. "Good evening, sir. Your slave awaits your pleasure."

Aurelia bounces down from Liu Xiling's bosom to the table and begins to explain. “Ok listen here ladies of The Zhu Wushang Housewives Association. Lingling didn’t have sex with your husband. She’s too conservative to do it before marriage oh sorry…. she’s too conservative to know how to do it! She thought that when a man and a woman sleeping side by side would get her pregnant. And I mean LITERALLY SLEEPING side by side. Not the sleeping that means you do the bed activity which made your partner injured yourself on the first night followed by moaning and excretion of…. ugh!”

Then he saw her. Lila Moreau, 28, a local Creole artist whose paintings dripped with raw fucking, stood on a wrought-iron balcony. Caramel skin shining with sweat, wild dark curls plastered to her neck, full heavy tits barely contained by a tiny purple-and-gold dress already riding up her ass. Her hazel eyes locked on Nashoba through the crowd and her pussy clenched instantly, flooding her thighs. The hunger was immediate. Animal. Filthy. No words. Just primal need.

And beneath it, the faint, distinct outline of something else—the thin strap of a thong. The image exploded in his mind: her, naked but for that flimsy piece of lace, soaked through for him. The professional facade was gone, incinerated in the space of a heartbeat. This was an invitation. A demand. With a guttural growl that had won him corporations, Julian moved. It wasn’t a graceful transition. It was a raw explosion of pent-up energy.

She ran one finger slowly along my slit, back and forth through the fabric that was fast getting wet. “It’s… it’s good,” I managed in a small voice. “It’s really interesting.” Julian cleared his throat and chuckled, sipping from his glass of wine. Fuck him. Liora’s finger slipped under my panties and stroked my bare pussy lips. I bit the inside of my cheek. Tiana kept talking, oblivious to the chaos going down underneath the table. “The exotic line is going to be our biggest yet. You’re a natural in front of the camera. Julian showed me some of the shots.”

Zlata "Wow — you have a killer body," Tessa exclaimed, whistling as I emerged from the bushes in my bikini. We'd barely started toward the rest of the group when Julian appeared. For a heartbeat, his eyes darkened with lust, and then he shook his head in disbelief. "Absolutely not. You are not performing the ritual dressed in that," he snarled. "Cover yourself. This is for my eyes only." Tessa huffed. "Julian, we didn't exactly pack a burkini."

She readily complied seeing she had already agreed to fuck both of the guys before coming upstairs. Julie closed her eyes and let her hands roam over her body as she slowly swayed to the music. She looked directly at Ken as she removed her sweater, revealing her yellow lace bra. During the next song, she unzipped her jeans to give the guys just a little peek at her panties before asking Ken for help taking them off. His hands slip over her ass as he pulled her jeans over her hips and down her legs. Julie's matching yellow, lace bikini panties were now exposed.

Brian told her, he had received it from Dede. "So that was when you decided to take the nude pictures of yourself and send them to Brian's phone?" Julia asked. "Nude pictures? What nude pictures?" Dede asked surprised. "Of course, you will act shocked like you are hearing it for the first time," Julia spat. "Look, as part of becoming a model, you can add acting to it because you know what, you are so good at acting. You play innocence so well but guess what? You will not fool me this time. I am done with you Dede," she yelled at her and exited the room.

My nipples were still rock hard and my pussy lips felt swollen and slick against the velvet. “I understand,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “I signed it. I need the money. I won’t leave.” Julian walked closer to the chaise, his eyes dark. “Good. Then trust me for the art. I’m going to remove the last piece so you are completely naked with nothing covering any part of you.” He reached down and slowly pulled away the tiny bit of fabric that was still somehow draped across my lower belly, the last scrap that had been hiding anything.

I moved closer to the door. Just close enough to see through the crack. What I saw made my blood turn to ice. Leighton sat on the edge of his desk, his shirt unbuttoned. A young woman stood between his legs, her hands on his bare chest. She had long red hair and perfect pale skin. She wore a tight green dress that showed off her figure, and now she was half naked, huge breasts hanging in front of Leignton's face. Julia. From the Blood Moon Pack up north.