Laura Rutledge Nude Novels & Stories

She went over to the coffee table, and picked up the pictures of her and her friends. She was totally nude in all of them. In one she was sitting on the edge of the hot-tub, her friend Misty climbing out beside her. In another she was leaning back, and Misty was rubbing her tits against Krista's; an unidentifiable blonde was turned away from the camera in the background. The third was by far the most incriminating. Krista was in the house, lying on my bed, her eyes open wide and her mouth forming an 'O'. Misty was lying beside her, on her stomach, her legs spread with a clear view to her closely cropped twat. In this one, my wife was sitting on the edge of the bed drying her hair with a towe

Hazel walked out of the bathroom naked, after she had her bath in a scented water, prepared by Rita. She gently released the pin holding her bun hair, as it fell down to her shoulders, she stood, faced, at the huge mirror hanged in Luther’s chamber, she watched herself in the mirror closely, admiring every bit of her naked body, and her beauty, while caressing her lips with her thumb, with her eyes closed, imagining all the bad things he promised to do to her.

He started to get up, but Laura reached out across his bare chest to hold him down. “You’re not going anywhere, Mister,” she said. She gave him a seductive grin as she pushed him down against the pillows. She sat up on her knees and traced her fingers across his muscled chest, then down his stomach to his belt buckle. “You’re like a sculpture, you’re so perfect.” She caressed the sides of his hips, smiling with satisfaction as she noticed how big the bulge was between his legs. She reached for his buckle. He held her hand in a gentle grip. “You don’t have to do anything. I wanted you just to relax and enjoy yourself.”

Observing the naked girl trying to gag on Monad’s dick, Laura sneered and proceeded with the plan, phase one: Grab his attention. Laura moved her hand to her side and tore off a very visible slit that ran from her thighs to her ankles. Every part of the slit exposed her sexy, curved body, which made men crave her. She bit her lips from afar, and luckily, all her actions were noticed by Monad, whose prick grew huge by the second.

He couldn’t wait to see what she did in the privacy of her own room. The next morning, Nate woke up early and rushed to his computer to watch the footage from the night before. As he hit play, he saw Lila enter the room, wearing a silky robe that clung to her curves. She walked over to her dresser and began to undress, revealing her perfect breasts and toned stomach.

Waiting for her to get naked and also anticipating it. Johannes wanted to see her completely naked for his gaze. Laura gripped the waistband of her shorts and shoved them down his thighs. Next, she grabbed the top and eased it off her head. Then, she stood before him, bare, proud, and fucking stunning. Only, she covered her body or at least attempted to with her hands. “You don’t have to hide from me.” “I’ve never … this is the first time… I’ve never been naked, okay?” “I’m not going to hurt you.” Far from it.

The ones people don’t dare voice out in public. Laura’s eyes are fixed on the portrait of an older woman getting shagged by two teen boys. One’s banging her flabby pussy, and the other has her tits in his mouth, sucking the hell out of her nipples. I hear the faint gasp she lets out and the thick swallow of a lump that must have formed in her throat. Her legs move to another portrait. In this one, there are two women tied together with a bondage rope, their mouths sealed together in an intense, cock-stirring kiss while three older men, probably in their early fifties, take turns on them, alternating between the two pussies.

she pleaded, placing her hand gently on my shoulder and trailing it down. I removed her hand firmly and stood to my feet. “Goodnight, Laura.” But before I could walk away, she stepped in front of me. “No, Richard. Can we stop pretending? I know you want this.” And just like that, she slipped out of her lingerie, standing naked in front of me. “You were my first, Richard, I know I was yours. Our bodies will always yearn for each other. You can’t pretend you don’t feel it.” I stared at her, disgust crawling up my skin. For the first time since I had known Laura, she was standing naked in front of me—and I felt nothing. Not even a flicker of interest.

“Okay, just wait a minute, Ryan. Watch this.” She leans over to Sandra and proceeds to engage her friend in one of the deepest, wettest, hottest lesbian kisses you’ve ever witnessed. As their tongues wrestle, Laura’s hand slides up Sandra’s thigh, bunching up her skirt and revealing that her nylons are lace-topped stockings held up by a suspender belt. As Laura’s hand slides higher, Sandra draws up the other leg, then drops her knee to the side, revealing the gusset of her black, lacy panties. They are so sheer that you can vaguely see her pussy slit through them, and no sign at all of any pubic hair.

I had requested playful, Laura however was out to kill. I was wearing a one piece black strapless sundress that tied behind my neck with a shawl to cover the large medusa tattoo on my arm, and was also wearing high heels after all my legs were my best feature. I have to say I think Laura was Laura's best feature. Sitting across the table from her I couldn't remember ever being with such a beautiful woman. I told her that and her face turned redder than her blouse.