Lance Barber Nudes Novels & Stories

There instructions came with a little less asking and a little more telling. "Let's have another drink," Lance said. "But Tabitha, you keep your panties down as we do. If you would like another glass on wine, we will get it for you. You just stand there getting use to being naked in front of us." Tabbi seemed to relax a bit. Jim poured her a glass of wine and gave her a few sips. Lance sat in front of her and continued with instructions. "We need to ask you some questions Tabbi, and we need you to tell the truth," Lance began. "How do you feel standing in front of us with your panties down and us looking at your intimate private areas? Does it turn you on?"

It showed. Lance was startled by my entrance. He stood, dripping sweat and covered in flecks of grass, his erect cock making a fat bulge in his shorts, the white band of his briefs showing all around the top. The air was full of his sweaty scent. He blushed, aware that his erection was obvious. I stepped up to him, just inside his comfort zone. He didn't back up. His eyes moved quickly up and down my body, stopping at the small bulge that my slightly excited cock made.

So tell me… who is the real tormentor here? His words cut deep. And the worst part is that Tania doesn’t deny them. She shakes her head, unable to speak, and crawls even closer to him, her hands trembling as they cling to the fabric of his pants. — Take me back, Lucas, please… I’ll do anything you want… anything… Her voice is broken, torn, and I look away, unable to bear this sight. Alexandre, however, does not look away. His voice falls, icy, sharp:

Seeing all the predator eyes, Brad put his hand on Lisa's waist protectively, closing the difference between them. Lisa who was had never been in a fancy party or gathering looked around but did not show a bit of nervousness. Her brown eyes landed on the bar and a smirk appeared on her face. Her red tainted lips, in addition to her seductive smirk, made all men to grew a desire to taste those luscious lips. Brad spotted Damien and walked to him with Lisa. Athena looked at Lisa as if she was a piece of dirt. "I see you have found a play toy." Athena mocked.

Lance threw the box, kicked it away and then stared at his reflection on the mirror. “This feels so f*cking sh*t, assh*le, that freaking b*stard, son of a b*tch, I oughta get his eyeballs out and give it to %&(&, and S*(& ^%* &*^ &%* ^* ^*% &&%&$ ^ $&*&%^ *&^# ^% #&^$^,” he murmured sharp curses one after another, that one could feel the chill if they heard him right now. Lance does not want to attend the inauguration party even if he received an invitation weeks ago.

“What’s your name darling?” For a moment the man is tunned from such a question being asked in such a lewd yet charismatic way. Once the feeling washes over him he answers in a firm tone. “Lance Terkwood.” The captain folds her arms under her bust and those eyes of the barkeeper tend to shift his way down to her bosom. The redhead coughs and Lance’s head shoots up to the attention of her eyes. “Oh right. Rum or Swish?” Before the captain can answer, Gardax places his hand down and taps his finger on the bar one time, and then propels his voice out to the service boy. “Rum of course.” Lance nods his head and then he makes his way out from behind the bar and enters the room in the back. He mov

Standing, he brushed out the creases in his suit as he now spoke to Lance, “The Mare will no longer be an issue.” Following suit, Chiri clenched her teeth, before wobbling unsteadily to her feet beside him. The muscles in her bare legs visibly shaking. It was only then that both men noticed she was practically naked. Save for what appeared to be a man’s shirt, with only a few buttons halfheartedly fastened over her small round breasts and a pair of dark lace underwear, nothing hid her slender outline from them as she stood weakly.

Too late, I realized that I wasn’t wearing a bra, but Lance had already tugged the blouse up my arms and off. I covered my chest as soon as my arms were free, but that only made Lance chuckle. To say that I was a bit self-conscious in front of Lance would be an understatement. He must have slept with thousands of women at this point and they had all been models and actors with the perfect curves. I was petite with a below average breast size and not that many curves to flaunt and on top of that, my biggest flaw was my baby face. “Having doubts?” Lance asked gently as he leaned in to touch his forehead to mine. “Don’t forget that I belong to a race that feeds on humans through sex. Physical p

It is ajar, just enough for her to glimpse inside. Lance sits slouched on the sofa, one arm hanging loosely over the armrest, a glass in hand. His shirt hangs open, buttons undone, exposing a chest sculpted with lean muscle. The sleeves are rolled high, veins visible beneath his skin, his forearms tense even in his drunken sprawl. In his other hand, a cigarette burns low, smoke curling lazily upward. The table beside him is littered with half a bottle of whiskey, the amber liquid glinting in the dim light. His head is bowed, heavy, like a man weighed down by ghosts.

Lance crooned softly to me as he continued to stroke my pussy. “We’ll get you ready for Randell. By the time he fucks you, your sweet pussy will be wet and wide open to receive that fat cock.” I nodded, but I wasn’t nervous, I was shaking with anticipation. “C’mere baby,” Lance said softly and I straddled him, glancing back at Randell and noting how he watched with an approving smile as he palmed his cock. “Show big brother what you’ve got, honey-pie.”