Mary Canterbury Nude Novels & Stories

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

Already, she had high expectations for the limited edition vibrator set the company promised the participants of their No Nut November Challenge. Initially, Mary applied, thinking she wouldn’t be accepted as part of the five hundred participants. After all, she filled in the survey form with boring answers. She was a virgin, did not have any sexual experience and wasn’t a toy owner. Everything screamed boring, and it was surprising to receive an email that she was accepted as a successful applicant.

James ducked as Marco flung the documents right back at him. The folder burst open as it hit the edge of the table, and a small envelope slipped free. Nude photos scattered across the floor like fallen leaves, every image clearer than the last. Marco’s breath caught in his throat. His heart thudded, disbelief and dread pounding in his ears. With trembling hands, he reached down and began picking up the photographs one by one. Each image stabbed at him like a knife. There was Katleah—bare, exposed… vulnerable. In another picture, a faceless man pressed his mouth against her neck, his features hidden but his intentions unmistakable. Another showed her lying on a bed, eyes closed, completely un

“Look how hard my nipples are already.” She slipped the top off her shoulders, then pushed her skirt down her legs, stepping out of it. Only tiny black panties remained. She turned around, bent slightly, and slid the panties down, showing her smooth, round ass and the pink lips of her pussy. When she faced the camera again, she was completely naked and smiling. The class clapped softly. Marcus nodded. “Beautiful control, Amy. Very natural.” Next was Jake. He pulled his shirt over his head, showing his toned chest and abs. Then he dropped his jeans. His cock was already half-hard, hanging heavy. He stroked it once, slowly, looking straight at the camera. “Getting hard just thinking about what

I want to drop the burden and let them ruin and pamper me like they did last night. I shake those thoughts off too as I raise an eyebrow, refusing to let myself completely submit to them. “What?” I snap, glaring at him. He drags in a long breath before exhaling. “You planning to walk out like that, Marian? Naked, with your pretty cunt still dripping down your thighs?” “I wouldn’t mind the view one fucking bit. Every man in the city would lose their minds seeing you like this… tits bouncing, ass marked with our handprints, that fresh-fucked glow on your face. But tell me, Bunny, is that really what you want?”

He kept quiet, and after a few seconds he said, are you ‘Mary’. I was shocked he even knew my name. He looked at me head to toe. I was wearing my most ass-supporting skirt, matching it with a designed cotton top. I was mute, I kept thinking I knew him. Later on, I discovered the person. I am seeing Endrick. Endrick, that's you right? He replied ‘Yeah’.I almost slapped myself. How on earth would I forget Endrick's face, talkless of recognizing him?

He turned. “Strip her.” The two nuns moved without hesitation. Clare and Agnes flanked Maria and peeled the heavy wool habit from her shoulders in one smooth motion. It pooled at her feet like shed sin. Maria stood naked except for the rosary and her black veil, which Agnes left pinned in place, mocking sanctity. Maria’s nipples were already painfully erect. Her cunt glistened obscenely in the dim light; fresh arousal had leaked down her inner thighs since the sacristy.

Mary's clit rubbed against Clara's palm with each grind, building that coil of tension low in her belly. She felt exposed, their glistening pussies on full display—Clara's curls matted with wetness, Mary's folds pink and swollen, both leaking juices that dripped onto the stone floor. The forbidden thrill surged through Mary; anyone could walk in, see the reverend sisters like this, robes fallen away, lost in mutual masturbation.

She looked back as her juices squirted onto the glass wall. She fell into Dante’s arms. He whispered, “How naughty! After showing off your naked body, you also showed the world how your pussy squirts?” Natalie’s face turned red. The room was dark because Dante had turned off the lights, but at that moment her body was completely naked and facing the glass wall overlooking the city center. Up hundreds of meters high and in the middle of the night, there was no way anyone could see how they made love. Still, Natalie felt like she was making love in public. It was a very indecent and immoral act, but it gave her an exciting thrill of challenge.

When he released them, turning back to the vidcams recording the two of them, Matilda wrapped her arms around herself under her breasts, cradling them as she tried to soothe her poor nipples with her hands. The soft touch felt nice, but also only made her feel more aroused as the auctioneer continued to list off her attributes. When he turned back to her, he ignored the way she was half-covering her breasts in favor of ordering her to spread her legs and then pointing out her pouty pussy lips, their dark pink color, and her obvious arousal. Matilda 's face flamed hotter than ever as a small camera dove down towards the stage before tilting up to get a more intimate view of her creamy pussy,