Mira Murati Nude Novels & Stories

She went to the kitchen to make breakfast for Andrew, since Britney wasn't feeling well and Astrid was inside. Moments later, Andrew walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. "Andrew," Mira called calmly. "Won't you have breakfast?" she asked. "No," Andrew replied. But Mira called out, "Wait, I want to ask you something." "What is that?" Andrew asked, as he turned to face her. Mira let her bathrobe fall to the floor, thereby exposing her naked body to him, smiling seductively, hoping he would want her, especially in this trying period where Astrid is emotionally unavailable. He could fill her up and she could support him.

Myra held her hands and said, "Shhh. Don't cry. Stay strong. I need your strength to execute my plan. Be strong." Mayabati wiped her tears and called Arjun. Arjun stood frozen on his spot. He never believed that an Italian girl would look so beautiful in such traditional attire. Myra looked at her reflection for the last time. The entire dress fitted perfectly on her. As she got a good height the skirt had started at her belly button to reach the floor. Perfectly curved body with glowing skin. She couldn't believe that she looked so beautiful. "Here comes Myra Moretti." She spoke loudly, snapping her head towards Arjun.

"Miranda, I dare you to take your dress off and let John play with your tits." "Yes!" Tom cheered. "Yes, keep this ball rolling!" Matt just shook his head and rolled his eyes at the excited jock, while Tiff raised an eyebrow and considered his naked form jumping around. "That is something I will definitely do," Miranda said, and she sat up slightly so that she could pull her dress off over her head. That revealed a pretty black bra, not quite lingerie but nice enough, that she also quickly stripped off, revealing her tits. I was kind of surprised to realize they were almost as large as Sarah's, just a little higher on her chest and she didn't flaunt them as obviously. Tiff still had them bot

“Are you really doing this?” Mira whispered to herself as her hand hovered over the doorknob for a second as her heart pounded. The smart choice would be to turn back. To go to her room and pretend none of this ever happened. But intelligence left her the moment Jordan whispered those two words in her ear. “Wear nothing underneath.” She did not strip, but she was far from fully dressed. Her tank top clung to her like a second skin. Her robe was tied loosely, doing little to hide her shape from the way her nipples pressed against the fabric. She wore no bra with no panties.

Mira bites her lip, trying her best to remain composed while my fingers stroke her. “Dev,” she breathes, gripping my arm. “You’re going to make me soak through my dress.” My skin prickles while I watch her face as I continue to caress her bare pussy. The conception of being in a room surrounded by five thousand other people and being the only one that knows she’s not wearing any underwear makes me horny in a way I never even knew was possible. I could pull her on top of me, sink my cock deep inside her and fuck her shamelessly while all these people watch. I’ve never been one for exhibitionism but fuck, this girl makes me crazy enough to want to be. Mira squirms in her seat, her pussy soaks

He finally nodded, a weary look crossing his features. “Yeah. Let’s get home.” We began to walk away from the pit, toward our black car that was waiting a ways away. Before we could reach it, however, a soft voice calling from behind caused us both to turn. “Nathan! Olivia!” We turned to see Mira running toward us, wearing what was a far cry from the satin and lace gowns that she had been forced to wear during her servitude; a simple t-shirt and jeans. It was strange, seeing her so casual, but it was comforting at the same time. The brand that had been cruelly etched into the skin on her arm was now bandaged, and hopefully would heal.

But as I rose, Mira's hand shot out, sliding a glossy print across the table. "Wait. Look at this." I froze, my eyes dropping to the image. It was dim, shadows playing across the scene, but unmistakable. Mira in the back of a sleek black SUV, her head thrown back in ecstasy, lips parted on a silent moan. Arlo on her left, his hand buried between her thighs, fingers visibly thrusting into her, her skirt rucked up around her waist. Kael on her right, his mouth on her neck, shirt unbuttoned to reveal the bite of his teeth on her skin.

The rest of my words fail me when I arrive to the kitchen. Mira is naked. Her clothes are pooled around her feet. She’s smiling at me, angling her body against the counter. There’s lust in her eyes, pooling as she licks her lips seductively.

The skyline was beautiful, but Elena had eyes only for the flushed girl trembling before her—shirt already discarded, skirt hiked above her hips, skin bare and needy. “Look at them,” Elena murmured, her breath warm against Mira’s ear. Her hand slid beneath the thin fabric of Mira’s panties, already soaked. “Do you think they can see you? Maybe a man alone in a penthouse across the way? Or a couple sipping wine, watching you spread your thighs like a good little whore.” Mira whimpered. Her knees buckled slightly, held up only by Elena’s grip on her throat and thigh. “I don’t know…” she breathed, voice cracking.

"I see things. Come in. We have much to discuss." --- The cabin was cluttered. Books, candles, strange jars filled with glowing liquids. A fire crackled in the hearth. "Sit," Elara said, gesturing to a worn couch. We sat. She sat across from us, studying me. "The Mute Omega," she said. "You're smaller than I imagined." "I get that a lot." She laughed—a warm, raspy sound. "I like you." "Can you help me?" She tilted her head. "I can try. But I need to see what you're capable of first."