Lucie Tabitha Nude Novels & Stories

Julio turned the phone screen to face her and slid through each pictures. Lucia’s eyes widened seeing the naked pictures of herself. There were pictures of her covered in cum and taking more in her pussy, ass and mouth. Even Lucia was repulsed by them. They laughed at the horrid expression on her face. They got dressed and left her all alone in the room, pillows and sheets strewn around her. Lucia felt shaken and dirty at the same time. A while ago, she was the one treating people as she pleased, she trampled over the poor and powerless, she felt she could do anything to people who she deem to be “weak”

I take everything else off and stand naked, skin pale and cool and tacky. Should I be nervous? Because I’m not. Lucien . . . I’m not sure how he feels. He certainly doesn’t pretend to be uninterested, and looks his fill, following each curve of mine more than once, betraying little but hiding nothing. I’m not made like a Were woman. I’m not toned, and have no defined muscles. Either Lucien knew to expect it, or he doesn’t mind. His eyes glaze over as I step forward, and I take his hand when he offers it. I’m drowsy, wobbly-kneed. He lowers me into the tub.

I held it up, cheeks burning as I watched my own reflection — the red glow making the scene look like something from a forbidden dream. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pushed the lace down, stepping out of it until I stood completely naked under the safelight. Lucian circled me slowly, camera never stopping. “Exquisite. Your skin takes the red light so well — it makes every flush visible. Now move to the chaise. Lie back. One knee bent, the other leg extended. Arms above your head.”

Lila was lounging on her bed, still wrapped in her robe, when her phone buzzed with a video call from Sophie. Her face lit up as she picked up the phone. "Girl!” Sophie squealed, eyes wide. “You're glowing! Look at you! That massage was such a good idea, wasn’t it? Tell me you got the release of your life!” Lila laughed, cheeks heating instantly as she adjusted the phone. “Sophie, please…” “No, no, don’t ‘Sophie please’ me. You look like someone finally worked all that built-up tension out of you. So? Was it worth every penny?”

Then, I freeze. Someone is breathing in the room. And it isn't me. My heart hammer against my ribs. I lunge for the nearest heavy object on the nightstand, gripping it tight. My eyes lock on the bathroom door as it slowly creaks open. Three women step out. They are completely naked, their skin glowing under the flickering blue light of the room. One is a black girl with a thick, heavy ass that swayed with every step. Beside her is a caramel-skinned woman with massive, heavy breasts that bounced slightly. Then there is a slim white girl, her pale skin contrasting sharply against the grime of the motel.

"Get ready. The doctor said you're allowed to return to the mansion this afternoon." Lucien quickly moved to pull away the white blanket wrapped around Isolde's body. However, his movement abruptly stopped when his eyes caught sight of Isolde's cotton underwear still hanging loosely around her plump knees. Without saying a word, Lucien bent down, took the thin fabric in his warm fingers, and slowly pulled it up over Isolde's firm, fair thighs until it was properly back around her curvy waist. As he did so, Lucien unconsciously swallowed hard. The sight of those full, smooth, and shapely thighs truly tested the limits of his imagination.

Fuck, that's hot. As quietly as he can, TJ creeps into the bathing chamber to get a better look. He's never seen Lucien naked before and he is just so fucking beautiful, even through the steam. He's so turned on and he can't resist. He leans against the door frame and slips his hand into his shorts to stroke his aching length. Lucien keeps stroking, TJ keeps pumping, and just as he's about to spill, Lucien grunts loud and deep and the stroking slows down. TJ strokes himself harder and he's breathing ragged, and then shooting stars flash through his brain.

It felt nice to be in the company of a woman who was concerned for my well-being in any sense beyond the carnal. We watched the clock together. Each tick was audible, we were so quiet. What had she gotten? A heart? A mermaid? Some Asian character? I doubted, at least, that I was about to behold another homage to the late Juice WRLD. "That's ninety." Tabitha hopped back onto my desk and, with aching gradualness, parted her thighs. As they widened enough that I could see some dark smudge at the top (and, of course, the outline of her sweet little pussy), she slowly peeled up her dress until the thing was fully visible. She beamed proudly as I took it in.

I tossed it aside. “Panties too. Let me see all of you.” I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slid them down my legs, kicking them off. Then I crawled backward onto the bed and lay down, completely naked for him. My hands moved to my breasts almost on their own, palming them, squeezing lightly. Lucien watched like a man possessed. “Spread your legs, baby.” I opened them slowly. He chuckled, dark and low. “Wider. If you want to take all of me, you’re going to spread those pretty thighs wider than that.”

She didn’t need to, although I wouldn’t mind a back scrub, I thought lazily as I turned towards her. Mesmerizing green eyes met mine. Lucien. Why is he here? Oh god, I’m completely naked! “Lucien…? Do you need something?” I asked in a small quivering voice as I tried to hide my body deeper into the water and foam. Conscious that I’m not the only one lacking clothing, Lucien was naked except for the white towel he has wrapped around his waist. This is not good, he might not be thinking anything along those lines but I am starting to feel…