Monique Cook Nude Novels & Stories

Then and raised her leg, placing it on the stool in the kitchen. I lifted her gown , she was bare, no panties. Was she longing for this? No wonder she did feel my dick when her ass brushed over it. I chuckled and slide my fingers inside. Monalisa let out a soft moan. "Damn! Monalisa is fully turned on. She is dripping wet" I muttered, fucking her with my fingers.

He found that her unexpected act of taking on an almost housewife-like role triggered a tremor of intrigue in his index finger, but before he could dwell on the reaction, a soft knock came from his door, which prompted Jason to turn off the camera feed on his television. Jason didn't have to chance to demand who was at his door, for the knob turned and in walked Monique, dressed in a matching set of baby pink lingerie, embellished by satin-designed candies and artificial diamonds. The center of her bra was covered by a giant pink satin bow, and at the very center was pinned lollipop. She wore knee high white socks, decorated with lollipop swirls, and black stilettoes. Her outfit was only rev

She asked. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before?” He replied and she scoffed. “But I’m going to still turn around.” He turned around for her to get rid of her clothes. Monique changed into a short black dress. She wore her heels, touched her face with her brown powder, and applied lipgloss on her lips. “How do I look?” She asked him. Gavin turned around to look at Monique looking gorgeous with little makeup on. If there was something about her he loved was that regardless of how she looked, either with makeup on or not, she was still beautiful.

“Ahhh! Ahhh…Ahhh!” Monica’s cries filled my ears as her voice got louder than before. My eyes were glued to the unexpected scene of Monica bent over her desk with the skirt of her dress lifted up to expose her lower body. Behind her, Mister Helkins had his hands on her naked hips as he thrusted his hips against her while Monica continued to cry out loudly. What is going on here…?

These were live CCTV footages of other people's houses. Monique had been monitoring the entire city, spying on families and creeping around in several homes. This was... sick. "Impressive, right?" Monique said as she came to stand beside me. "This is what gives me the upper hand. For months, I have been monitoring many wealthy men in this city. I know some of their deepest, darkest secrets." She barked out a laugh. "It will shock you to know some of them. With this-" She waved a hand to encompass the room. "-and with you by my side, we will be unstoppable.”

That would make them well acquainted and could possibly make them accomplices but it still didn't explain why they targeted this pack. My phone vibrated with a message notification from an unknown number. Curiosity got the better of me and I opened the message to find a video to which I then played. A battered, bruised, and very naked Monica appeared on screen. Her breathing was labored, chest barely rising and falling. Whoever had her had silver shackles on her wrists, holding her arms above her head. The floor itself seemed to be made of silver. I could only imagine the pain she must have been feeling.

I can’t finish the sentence because my mouth is in serious danger of shooting out a whole string of obscenities that really, I shouldn’t inflict on Monique. “Honey, you are kidding me, right? Have you seen that man? Honestly, he is the hottest thing on the ice right now and in the country. Those ice blue eyes, that dirty blonde hair. I’d love to run my hands through that not to mention that strong, broad chest of his.” Is Monique actually getting flushed? Fuck me, she is.

Not knowing what to make of her or this whole situation, I say rather shly, "Monique, I am naked. Do you mind turning your back so I can fetch my robe?" She laughs, "You do understand that I have been a servant in this house for years. Before you came along, I took care of the king's niece for a while and she never once worried about me seeing her naked." Shocked, I finally let go of the sheet and let it drop to the bed before standing up and grabbing my robe off of the hook on the door. I feel Monique stare at my body and when I turn around, she does her best to avert her eyes quickly. "Please beg my pardon, queen. You are beautiful beyond compare. I have never seen such a perfect bod

Chelsea thought they had to look like a parade of nudists traipsing thought the house. Monica was standing by the kitchen table, a bottle of water in her hand and a sheen of sweat across her body—her naked body, Chelsea noticed. Monica's eyes widened as she saw a naked Chelsea being led into the hallway, and the other woman quickly stepped in behind them, giggling. Chelsea should have known Monica would not be left out of this. How on earth the woman had enough energy after already having had sex with three men, however, amazed Chelsea. She hoped she had that kind of stamina.

Judging by the size of Nelly’s bra, it would probably only cover half of her chest. “Is something wrong?” Nelly asked when she noticed her reaction. She gave a small smile. “I don’t think the bra would... fit me.” Nelly glanced down at the bra, then shifted her gaze to her. Nelly’s eyes slowly lowered to her chest, still covered by the towel. She stared for a few seconds and then… “Oh my God! Those are some massive coconuts!” Her eyes widened at the remark. Nelly, realizing what she had just blurted out, gasped and clapped her hand over her mouth.