Mae Whitman Nude Novels & Stories

The maid felt the wife's breath, hot and urgent. "No, ma'am—I can't—" The maid stumbled backward, her hand flying to her neck, wiping away the wetness. The wife didn't look angry. She looked patient. She smiled, a slow, predatory curve of her lips, and walked to the nightstand. She picked up her phone, tapped the screen, and turned it toward the maid. The photo was crystal clear. The maid, completely naked, stepping into the bath. Her breasts, her stomach, the dark hair between her legs. Her face turned slightly toward the camera, unaware.

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

WAYLEN I thought my day was good when I received an early morning nude from Beth. But it had only gotten better. A sleeping Beth snuggled in my arms while I worked was better than a picture of her naked body. Her chest rose and fell with each breath. It hadn’t taken too long for her to fall asleep after her release. I kissed my mate’s hair, smiling as my fingers worked on the laptop.

The half-naked woman masturbating on the couch gets my attention and my cock springs to life in spite of its recent workout. With her blouse open and the side of her skirt unzipped, Maggie's legs are stretched out and her head's thrown back, eyes closed. Her left hand is shoved down her panties, vigorously rubbing her pussy while her right hand is pinching one of her thick nipples, twisting it into a bright red nub. It's been a while since I've seen Maggie naked and my cock hardens all on its own as I stand there mesmerized by her gorgeous white orbs, bouncing magnificently while she thrusts her pussy against her hand.

Emily looked like she was about to say something but was struggling to come up with words. Then Maya did something I'll never forget as long as I live. Without breaking eye contact with me, she slowly, very deliberately, reached up and pulled off the blanket that was draped over her and Ian. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. Maya now stood in the doorway entirely naked, her incredible, slender body just seven feet from me. I couldn't believe what was happening, what I was seeing. This kind of thing didn't happen in real life.