Maddie Hope Nudes Novels & Stories

There was a nervous look on which panic was evident. Even the white joggers were burning their feet. She was wearing jeans under a loose black T-shirt and was repeatedly wiping the sweat from her neck. The scarf wrapped around her neck was now getting wet. She had a random pair of hair, a heat-tolerant wrinkle on her forehead and black glasses over her eyes. She was looking around for a bus stop. The makeup-free white face was now red from the heat. In the heat of the moment, cars and buses raced through the streets of Bankstown. Then the bus stand was starting to appear. With a little courage, the steps also gained courage.

Fuck she is amazing! “Hey, hey, shh! I’m here, baby girl. Easy now. Come breathe for me. Come on, easy now. I’m here.” I keep repeating those words, ensuring she is safe and that I am here. She is not alone. Maddie keeps doing breathing exercises, her eyes closed the whole time. Only when she is calm and her breathing has evened out, do I look at the people who caused my angel to struggle like this. Sophie, Mason and Kendrick have all shifted back as well, and found one of our stash of clothes. They are everywhere on the pack lands in the situation where you have to shift without taking your clothes off first.

“Cass, I expect you to pay attention to what is about to occur. This will be your job after this session, and I expect you to learn quickly and you had better hope you don’t disappoint me.” He pulls open the door to reveal Maddie, dressed like a slut and preening like a peacock as though she were the most beautiful creature on earth, the skirt she is wearing shorter than her ass and the top revealing the bottom of her breasts. Her make-up is caked on so you can barely see the shape of her face and her shoes are so high that her ridiculously tall hairstyle brushes the top of the door frame as she walks over the threshold.

She drawled drunkenly and tried to sit up, but the pain that attacked her head was enough to force her back to a lying position. Maddie felt hands on the buckle of her Jeans and didn't protest as clothes were forced off of her. Somewhere in her subconscious, she knew she had to be embarrassed that she was naked in a roomful of people, but she only squirmed and giggled as she felt hands trace her bare body. Frantic footsteps reverberated around her and she turned her head, trying to keep track of what was happening. She couldn't see much, only the beautiful, pulsating red.

He’s clearly nervous and my wolf definitely likes that. “Can you lot stop gawking at the girl and get her some damn clothes,” a female says, her voice also very Irish but also a lot more authoritative. I shriek and look down at myself, barely covered by a bedsheet. It all flashes back to me in a split second: the sex dungeon! I make a face when I look at my uncovered skin once more and see it's back to normal. I could get used to seeing it. *You will,* Hope says, yawning. Her yawn filters through me as I let one out as well.

What’s the worst that can happen? We watched as the first girl was called up and instantly told to strip. The poor girl was shaking as she removed all of her clothes so that she was butt naked and walked in front of the camera. ‘Chad wont like you posing naked’ ‘My whole pack saw me naked when I was captured. I am a wolf its no drama, look at her she is only standing there. I wont have to pose just stand and let them take a picture from all angles’ ‘You ended the link with Chad, so he did not see the other girls naked, yet you are fine letting them take your picture naked’

"Don't hate me, bestie, but I'd like to join them, Jessie too. You mind if I go nude?" Ella eye-fucked her friend. "Really? Oh, Molly. Me too." She watched Molly take her clothes off. "Can I try it too?" Molly got up and tossed off her tank top, showing us her perfect breasts. Elle enthusiastically followed. Jim and I, on our bed naked. Me soaked, him hard. On one screen our son and his best friend are in a sixty-nine, sucking each other's cock and now, on the other two teen girls are stripping. Neither Jim or I are touching each other or ourselves. We promised. Nothing till the kids are done. I'm dying. My pussy is running and quivering with need. Jim's cock is running pre-cum and pulsing.

Her lips were moist, probably from the whiskey. Maddie pushed against my chest, and I had to shift my feet so I wouldn't topple backward. She took a step back herself. Then I watched in stunned silence as she slowly pulled her top off. My eyes immediately went to her chest. Her breasts were just as gorgeous as the rest of her. They looked like two perfect tear drops. Her nipples were still covered with tape. I couldn't pull my gaze away. They were so creamy and smooth. She lifted one hand to her chest and slowly peeled one piece from the side that still had a full X. My nostrils flared with arousal, and my cock pulsed hotly between my legs.

Beside her, Ada gasped sharply and Ryan whispered a horrified, “Shit.” From across the room, her eyes met Camille’s, and the corners of her eyes twitched when she saw the smile Camille was wearing. Then, Camille tilted her chin toward the stage. Against her better judgment, Mirena turned. The massive screen on the stage was bright with a photograph. Not just any photograph, but a nude image of her, displayed for everyone to see!

She nodded, her eyes wide in excitement. “And they’re..” “Nude,” she finished cheerfully. “Gia!” “What?” she said, utterly unbothered. “It’s art, not scandal, it's totally safe, no one will take any naked photo of you, and your face won't be painted.” I threw a pillow at her. “That’s basically public humiliation!” “Public? There’ll be, like, five artists in the room. It’s professional. You’ll be helping them study the art of the human body, and whatever fancy art words they use.”