Kitana Baker Nude Novels & Stories

Encouraged, I bring out the sketchbook lying on top of the others and flip through to the first page. A gasp escapes me as I stare at the picture staring back at me. It's me... completely naked. It is a picture of me lying down on a bed, one hand cupping my breast and the other between my legs with my head thrown back and a look of utter pleasure on my face. I flip to the next page expecting to maybe see the nature drawing that Lorenzo talked about. That's not what I see. Instead of a picture of a bird or a waterfall, a picture of me wearing just a bra and seated on the countertop at the beach house is what I find.

I propped the phone against a throw pillow, hit record, and let the camera watch as I dragged the shirt up inch by inch, revealing my bare tits, hard nipples, the curve of my waist, until the fabric cleared my head and I sat there completely naked. I clicked send. After thirty seconds of silence, that felt like hours. @sinnernextdoor: Spread your legs, pretty girl. Show me what’s already mine tonight. I obeyed, knees falling open, angling the phone between my thighs so he got the full, shameless view of my soaked pussy. Sent. His reply was a voice note, low and dark. @sinnernextdoor: (voice note) “Fuck, Kiera… look at that perfect little cunt glistening for a man you’ve never even met.

Nova's PoV: The underground gallery in Bushwick was packed, but my corner felt like its own little world. My name is Nova Kane. Twenty-six. Broke artist surviving on black coffee, cheap ramen, and sheer stubbornness. Tonight was supposed to be just another attempt to get my work seen — three large canvases hanging in the back, dark and raw, painted with so much heat that people kept stopping longer than they meant to. I’d never painted anything this sexual before. I remember how many times I hesitated before finally finishing it.

"Camila, playboy is here to see you". Someone announced. A half naked lady nodded slightly to the person that delivered the message. Camila look super hot, her big artificial breast stood firmly above her half push-up bra, her p*ssy line showing beneath the net string pant she wore. Her large artificial cheek butts wasn't plain, it had different colours and drawing of orthodox sighs, Italian language, a black butterfly and a pink snake leading up to her back and connectes to another drawing. Her pink hair stop right about her collar bone exposing the drawing of a dick and crucifix she drew on her back.

“To hell with that damn outfit. Don't come near me Laurel. I'm really itching right now. Look, my skin is starting to turn red.” "Let me see." “Stop right there. Don’t come close." "But I want to see it." I was really amused to see the panicked expression on Kane's face. It's actually not as bad as Kane thinks. I'm still wearing my jogger pants. Only my upper body is slightly exposed. The bra actually covers the places it should cover perfectly. This isn't porn at all, trust me. Even if you go to the beach or the pool, you'll get worse views than this. But Kane has really gone overboard about his phobia. He made me look like a bitch naked in front of him.

“Thank you, Arthur.” Kiana smiled up at the man who was sitting across from her. Arthur looked handsome as usual in a beige sweater and khaki pants with his man bun tied neatly. Kiana was feeling so good despite what she had watched the previous night, so she decided to go for a short black skirt that held her curves in the right places with a white body suit and a jacket. Her short curls were loose and she wore minimal makeup as she met Arthur to plan their next move.

Soft whispering and excited giggling drifted from inside. “Mom?” Tate called out tentatively. Suddenly, the tent door unzipped, and his eyes widened in shock and awe. His mother was there on her hands and knees, completely naked. “Hi, baby… you found us!” she beamed, her heavy tits hanging and swaying pendulously beneath her. Over the rounded, bare cheeks of her naked ass, Tate could see his beautiful grandmother sprawled luxuriously on her back, her gigantic tits spread out across her chest like massive, soft pillows of flesh.

"Oh, this looks interesting. We should try this some time." "What is it, sir?" "Naked sushi. Here, look at this picture." Master showed me a photo of a naked woman with food laid out over her body, with people eating off her, some with chopsticks, some with fingers, one woman eating directly off her flesh. My cunt clenched again. "Master! This is beautiful." "I could certainly see eating off you or Lisa." "Even the opposite, sir. I could cover your cock in chocolate sauce, and lick it clean."

Rita says. “We don’t have to do anything neither of you are comfortable with,” I say, but Lena is already pulling her hoodie off and exposing her gorgeous, ample breasts. Rita helps her out of her bra and kisses her while squeezing her breasts. I pull my shirt off and Lena’s eyes widen as she takes in my muscular tattooed and pierced form. Her eyes trail down my body and I see lust swirling in their depths. SHe gestures for me to join them and I step closer, trapping Rita between us and pulling at the hem of her shirt, which she allows me to pull over her head easily.

She'd finger fucked herself twice by the time she got to the mystery folder. Katie hadn't looked at the last folder before as the name of it didn't seem inspiring. When she finally opened it she found a number of other folders, only named by date. Maybe they were the date they were saved from the Internet? Katie went into the first one to have a look. She nearly fainted when she realised what she was looking at. There were at least two dozen photos of Mr Miller in that folder. He was naked in every one, showing off his huge cock. Katie got wet again. She had no sexual experience, but the sight of Mr Miller's cock made her fantasise about feeling it inside her. She went to the next folder and