Larissa Hammer Nude Novels & Stories

Her nipples visibly hardened against her blouse. “I… this is inappropriate,” she whispered, but she didn’t turn to leave. Her eyes lingered. Mia climbed off Ava and walked slowly toward the front of the bus, completely naked. “We’ve all wanted this, Ms. Harper. Marcus is… really good. You could just watch… or join us.” Ms. Harper’s breathing grew heavier. She looked at me, then at my cock, glistening with Ava’s juices. A visible shiver ran through her. “I shouldn’t…” she murmured.

Nadia’s head fell back with a broken moan. Lena finally stood. She shed the harness—leaving herself completely naked—and knelt in front of Harper. Harper’s mouth was still buried in Nadia, but Lena gripped her chin, tilted her face up just enough. “Look at me while you come.” Harper’s eyes—wide, glassy—locked on Lena’s. Lena slid three fingers inside Harper without warning—deep, curling hard against her front wall. Harper’s cry was muffled against Nadia’s pussy. Lena fucked her fast—relentless—thumb grinding circles over Harper’s clit.

Fuck them. Larissa pulled her crop tee up and held it in place with her teeth, exposing a bare chest. I already knew she wasn't wearing a bra but the image was too much of a turn-on. She rolled her nipple with her other hand, propping her knees to get a better balance. Her moans were melodies heating my blood, her voice was a force stirring my heart, and her expression guided my hand to my pants. "Don't," she suddenly snapped. She spat out her top and glared at me. "You're not allowed to touch yourself. That's my job,"

She’d arrived yesterday in tight jeans and a cashmere coat, hugged me a little too long, and whispered, “You got tall, baby bro.” .... I crept closer to see where the buzzing sound was coming from. The door to her room was old oak, and there was a tiny decorative keyhole near the bottom,perfect height. I knelt, pressed my eye to it, and saw something I'd never unsee Lisa was naked on her bed. Completely. Legs spread wide, one knee bent. Her full breasts rose and fell with every breath, nipples dark and stiff. Between her thighs, a thick pink toy buzzed deep inside her, sliding in and out, slow and slick.

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

Lisa turned slightly and raised her hand towards each of the women who had unsuccessfully tried to block my view and introduced the first one as her mom and the other lady as her aunt. Jenna and Lisa continued talking and I took the liberty to check out Lisa's body much to the displeasure of her mom and aunt. I saw them glaring at me out of the corner of my eye but I wasn't going to be deterred. Lisa was blonde haired with about a "C" sized tit with very light pink areola and a pencil eraser sized nipple. I couldn't see any traces of hair on her pubic area or her pussy. The older ladies again tried unsuccessfully to pull Lisa away from my wandering eyes but Lisa wouldn't have anything to do

Luciano argued. "So we just leave her in a cold, dark cell to rot because that's much better.” When I reached the cell, Luciano folded his arms and watched me carefully as I unbolted the door and entered. I laid my eyes on Hestia. She hugged her knees with her hair covering her face. But I could see a rip across her shirt and her legs were bare, the pair of pyjama shorts she was wearing on the other side of the room. The light pouring into the darkroom from the hallway stimulated no response. She just kept rocking back and forth over and over again.

The one who broke the silence. Lucas whispers in my ear: — The hyenas have caught the scent. — I know. I don’t smile. I don’t pretend to be comfortable. I am here to disturb. A waiter offers champagne. I refuse. Lucas takes a flute, just for show. His gaze scans the room. He is in protection mode, as always when he senses a trap. Then I see her: Cassandre. An icy silhouette in an ivory dress. Not a single strand out of place. Not a wrinkle on her mask. On her arm, a man I don’t know. Legal, no doubt. Or strategic. Maybe just decorative.

The walls were too thick to give me anything but the occasional low murmur of his voice and, on one or two occasions, something that might have been a sound I could categorize as a moan for all I care. When the door finally opened, Camille came out, fixing her hair, smiling. A private, satisfied, 'just-for-her' smile. "Goodnight, Nadia," she said sweetly, and let herself out. I sat there hating the heat that crawled up my neck, because I had no right to it. Then Jeremy came out of the bedroom, shirtless. Of course. Because why would God let me keep one working organ? He wore only dark joggers hanging low on his hips, the waistband loose enough to hint at things I didn't have any business ack

After washing the cum off our faces, Lisa said, "Master, we wish you to have a seat in your lounger, and we'll all take off our clothes at once." We led him to his chair and stood in front of it. All we had on were simple dresses, though mine was a fat maternity dress. All we had to do was lift them over our heads and we'd be naked. We grabbed the hems and on a signal from Rhonda, lifted them up and off. We went into Display position, our legs spread and cunts visible for our Master. The two tattoos were the most visible off the bat and he noticed those first, but the gold posts in Rhonda's nipples soon caught his eye as well. Then he noticed Lisa was pierced too.