Maya Higa Nude Novels & Stories

“ No need. Get rid of it…” “ What if you need it someday?” Tempting, right? Not falling for that. “ What can I possibly need his nude for someday? Blackmail?” “ You're not really considering that, are you?” I query. “ You took a video, didn't you?” “ Uhhmmm…” “How many times have you watched it?” I can imagine her cheeks burning red, and her eyes too. Maya has the brightest eyes I have ever seen. “ Few times,” she stuttered, drifting into silence. “ That's unhealthy. Delete it and return home. I will be back in a short while.”

Maya chuckles softly, stepping closer until there's barely any space between them. She grabs his chin firmly, forcing him to meet her gaze. “You're just like others.” Maya states with authority, her breath warm against his skin. “But I have a feeling I will find it quite pleasurable to ride your tiny cock.” Aiden’s breath hitched at her audacious words, his cheeks flushing with arousal and anger. He mustered all his courage to retort, “My cock is not tiny.” Maya chuckles again at his response, her eyes gleaming darkly. “Prove it then,” she challenged, sounding seductive as she stared at the younger man. “Strip for me, Aiden.”

When I am finally sitting there, vulnerable and aware of every breath, my face burns. Maya straightens and takes a step back. Then she reaches for her own shirt. She winces when the fabric brushes her right side. I notice instantly. “Maya.” “It is fine,” she says quickly. “Just sore.” She pulls it off, revealing pale skin marked faintly by healed scars and strength earned, not given. She stays in her underthings, simple and soft, nothing showy. Yet my heartbeat goes wild. As her navy blue lacy padded bra and matching panty are highlighting her milky white skin properly.

Classic Maya. She stepped out moments later, completely naked, water droplets tracing lazy paths down her toned body. She put on a tiny tank top that barely skimmed her waist, skipped the panties entirely, and stepped into a pair of loose cotton shorts. She dried her hair, then perched at her vanity applying her skincare while humming under her breath. After that she returned to the bed, collapsing beside me with a contented sigh.

A glowing screen appeared in the air between them. Maya saw a video. It was a version of Maya. She was sitting in a chair in a dark office. She looked tired and cold. In the video Maya picked up a pen. Signed a paper. The name on the paper was Maya Benson. Below it her job title said: Chief Architect of Neural Entertainment.

I washed my hair, I conditioned it, then I shaved my legs, my hooha and my armpits, then I scrubbed my body and I let the water from the shower rinse me off and I have to admit that I felt lighter after all of it. After the shower I wrapped my hair in a towel while I dried off with another towel and when I was done I put on my robe and then the two Mayas went to work. Big Maya worked on my hair while Maya did my nails she painted it a light pink and she did the same for my toe nails and after she was done she started with my makeup and she made it light, not too heavy and by the time the both of them were done, I mean I didn't recognise the person staring back at me in the mirror.

**Story 5: The Last Train** **Chapter 4** The subway car had become a moving prison of pure lust. Maya lay sprawled on the long bench seat, completely naked, body glistening with sweat and cum. Her pussy and ass were red, swollen, and leaking multiple loads from the four men who had already claimed her. Her face, tits, and stomach were streaked with drying semen. She looked — and felt — like a used whore. And she had never been more turned on in her life.