Kathy Baker Nude Novels & Stories

He allows himself a few swipes of his fingers inside of her bra, before stripping off her shirt and tearing the undergarment from her body, his hands shaking all the while. Once she’s in the nude, whatever remaining manners we were capable of holding onto go straight out the window. “Animals,” she reminds us in a thready whisper. And we fucking pounce. Gabe I’m not sure how Elise lands flat on her back on my bed. Maybe I pulled her, maybe Banks or Tobias pushed her down into the softness, but suddenly I’m kneeling beside her beautiful head, watching as Tobias and Banks shove open her thighs. They get down on their knees in front of her and begin taking turns licking her pussy. All I can do i

I waved at Kieffer before entering the car. “Where are we going, Ms. Kathy?” Nikki asked as soon as he started the engine. I said the address of Almost Home. I ordered him not to wear his uniform and just dress in casual attire for the reason that I don’t want to attract so much attention. For sure people will be curious about me when they see me have a bodyguard. A perfectly trained bodyguard. Nikki is the same age as Kieffer. 27 years old. Nikki parked the car in front of the Almost Home condominium. I examined the whole building first before I stepped out of the car.

Her bedroom door was wide open. Kathy was sitting on the edge of her king-sized bed, legs crossed, wearing nothing but that same oversized white T-shirt from earlier. No bra. No panties. The thin fabric had ridden up her smooth thighs, and the outline of her hard nipples poked obviously against the material. Her long dark hair was loose and damp, falling over one shoulder. She looked straight at me the second I appeared in the doorway. No shame. No hesitation. Just raw hunger in her eyes. “You came back,” she said, voice low and husky.

moaned Kathy looking dazedly up at my womanfriend. Kathy stared open mouthed at Naomi’s nakedness as she squatted over her, the junior woman’s gaze fixing for some seconds on her smoothly shaved pussy, a bit of a rarity in those days. I got my own clothes off as I watched Naomi work her way down the buttoned front of Kathy’s dress then part the fabric to reveal her slim body, now covered only by an erotically youthful choice of underwear, a white cotton bra speckled with tiny red love hearts and matching knickers.

Shaking, I snatched up my phone, pulled up that second-hand app, and shoved the screen in his face. "What's the deal with this? You posted this picture? And these comments, what's the story?!" There on the screen, words blinking back at us: Adrian 'The Butcher' Kane. Jeffrey took a quick look and burst out laughing. "Come on, it was just a stupid dare I lost with the boys. It was all in good fun!" "All in good fun?" My voice spiked with panic. "You plastered my picture all over the internet, telling everyone our door's wide open? Jeffrey, have you lost your mind?

I wasn't hurting anyone. I grabbed the laptop from the nightstand, top-of-the-line, of course and plugged it in, settling onto the edge of the bed. The screen flickered to life, and I clicked the only file on there. A video popped up, grainy at first, like old camcorder footage. It was them. Katherine and George, younger, college kids, maybe, laughing in a cramped dorm room. She was in a tiny tank top, no bra, nipples poking through as she pushed him onto the bed.

Kathy gasped sharply against my lips, breaking the kiss just enough to moan, “Oh fuck, yes… right there, honey.” Her nipples were rock-hard now. I reached up, unhooked her bra with shaky fingers, and let it fall. Those massive tits spilled free..full, heavy, slightly pendulous in the sexiest way, dark pink nipples begging for attention. I groaned and filled my hands with them, squeezing, lifting, thumbs circling her stiff peaks. “God, your tits are fucking perfect,” I breathed, pinching both nipples hard. Kathy cried out, a sharp, needy “Ahhh!” that made her hips buck back against Jim’s face. “Pinch them harder…yes, like that! Fuck!”

God, kitten, you're making this hard-on unbearable under the table. Emboldened, Katherine slipped into the bathroom for privacy, dropping the towel and snapping a quick, daring photo, her reflection in the mirror, one hand cupping her breast, the other trailing down her stomach toward the soft curls between her legs, lips parted in a sultry pout. She hit send, heart racing. Stacy called from outside. "What are you doing in there? Plotting world domination or just more dirty texts?" “Both!” Katherine called back, giggling as the reply came.

He starts to increase his pace, abusing her and she moans, slow and loud depending on his strokes. Kathy has been taken by Richard Ashford in many positions and he is not done with her yet. “Get on your knees!” he pushes her down, treating her like a whore that she is. Kathy is enjoying being treated like this and she takes all of his huge cock deep into her throat. His strokes deep inside her mouth increase and she can't help but gag at them.

Shoving the key she’d given me months ago into the lock, I barged into her apartment, door slamming against the wall. The sitting room was dim, lit only by flickering candles on the coffee table, their glow dancing across her naked body sprawled on the leather couch. Kathy lay there, legs parted, one hand lazily trailing over her stomach, the other propped behind her head, her curves a vision that stopped my breath. Her breasts heaved slightly, dark nipples already hard, her ass cushioned against the leather, skin glistening like she’d been waiting, ready. No clothes, no pretense, just raw, open invitation.