Miko Grimes Nudes Novels & Stories

A panel in the wall—right behind the picture—slid open with a grinding of stone on stone. A woman stepped out. Sister Mara, 30, church clothes gone, naked except for a silver collar etched with Latin: “Peccavi”—I have sinned. Her body was a map of control: faint rope marks on her wrists, a tattoo of a snake coiled around her belly, nipples pierced with tiny silver rings. She held a fifth camera—digital and modern, live-streaming to a dark-web server. Behind her: a wall of screens, set into the stone, glowing with dozens of feeds.

Mike said, motioning to her breasts and plainly evident nipples. Lil glanced down to confirm Mike's view, ashamed to see her nipples were even more prominent than before, "What has gotten into you Mike Johnson? You sound like you'd be okay with me being dressed like this alone with another man." She answered, not wanting to address her hard nubs with him.

Namely, she drives me fucking insane. She turns around and in a swift movement whips her top off then lets it fall. I instantly see the clear and unblemished perfect skin of her back, then her nice round ass cheeks not at all covered by her thong. Her thighs are toned and completely blemish free too. The little brat doesn’t even work out and eats trash how the fuck does she look so good?? *Hell yeah. That … is … ours, our female,* Mick growls, panting.

I cupped them in my hands and pinched my nipples, offering them toward Mason and the camera. “Please, sir, don’t make me take it all off,” I said. “I’m already humiliated.” “Panties too,” Mason shot back immediately. “I want to see everything. Now.” Rick zoomed closer with the phone. My hands went down to the zipper of my skirt. I wiggled my hips, sliding it over my thighs, stepping out of it. Mason’s gaze traveled down, slow and hungry, and Rick angled the camera to catch the whole view.

I heard him groan softly and frowned. What was going on? There was a wet sound and then another muffled groan. It sent vibrations down to my pussy. I couldn't resist. I opened an eye to peek at him, and I swear, I almost passed out at the sight. Miles Numero was sitting on his bed, facing me. I couldn't see him clearly, but the warm light from the night lamp highlighted his gorgeous body and his hand wrapped around the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. His eyes were closed; I knew that because I could always tell when his eyes were on me.

Damn dark in here though. Macie reached for the light. Once her eyes adjusted, she found herself looking at paintings of herself. Everywhere. But not only was she buck-assed naked in the pictures, she was lost in the throes of passion. Or just looking lost. Each one focused on a different (naked!) part of her body. The disturbing part wasn’t that the pictures were just…parts. They were parts of a whole person. Of her. Showcasing her expressions. Her moods. Her secret thoughts. It was all there, on her face. Atop her naked body.

He was moving his hand slowly, gripping the base and squeezing the tip where a thick white precum oozed out. Mika felt like drooling at the sight of the magnificent cock that blessed her eyes. She's a virgin, and these men are testing her! "Hmm, fuck." Luke groaned, throwing back his head, moving his hand faster. Mika watched how the veins in his neck bulged, and how sweat covered his glorious abs. She bit her lip but suddenly felt guilty. "What are you doing, Mika? Are you some kind of a pervert?" She scolded herself with her eyes closed, as if it would erase the glorious image of the gorgeous, drool-worthy, Greek God that is Luke Jennings beating his meat from her mind.

They disengaged. "Hi folks." Mike said. I've been a nudist since college and for the first time ever, felt uncomfortable being naked. Molly was a younger version of Jill. Almost identical. Mike had the same lean runners' body I have. More hair, he didn't get waxed, but shaved his cock area. His cock looked a lot like mine. As Jill and I checked them out, they checked us out. Mike was smiling. "Better in the light?"

They started to disrobe. McKenzie was the fastest, maybe because I'd seen her naked before. She pulled her pants and panties off in one smooth movement, revealing that 7.5 inch cock I'd seen before, hard, pressing against her belly as she bent over to pull off her socks. Then she slipped off her shirt and unhooked her bra, letting her big breasts spill out, slapping gently against her chest. She looked like a goddess, standing with her hands on her hips and her shaved cock standing out proudly.

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.