Nessa Barret 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—”

Krista exclaimed in well-acted shock. "Just some pictures I had laying around. I thought maybe it was time they saw the light of day." I reached down to the pile of pictures at Donna's feet, pulling out a truly damning picture. In it Donna was leaning back in a hot-tub, her arms stretched across the back, eyes closed. Her breasts were well up out of the water, and her nipples were clearly hard. Krista was standing between her legs, and leaning towards her, naked as the day she was born, her delicious ass just hovering at the top of the water.

“Take it all off, baby; show us your pretty puppies... and your sweet pussy.” Natasha had never heard a man say such things to her. It turned her on, to have older men like these two, roughly as old as her college teachers, lusting after her like horny young jocks. She grabbed the hem of her tiny t-shirt and pulled it slowly over her head. The throaty groans of the two men sent shivers through her. It gave her the courage to do what she did next. Reaching back, she unclasped her micro bra and let it slide off her as she moved to the music. For the first time in her life, Natasha Gillian Wallis was topless outside the privacy of her own home. She stood on the table before two strangers, men s

I decided against interrupting her and just waited for her to finish instead. ”Oh…fuck, you so delicious little bitch!“ A male surly grunt jolted me into looking at my side. On the bar stool next to me sat a lanky man, who was naked, like literally naked. He was straddled by a red bimbo who rocked her hips expertly against his groins. Her hands were wrapped around his neck and her big boobs were squashed on his chest. She was having just a thin pink laced clothing around her waist. Other than that, she was as naked as the man.

As to the centerpiece, it was surprisingly elegant, her body captured in a sunbeam from an open window - one which I could only hope didn't have neighbors with a good line of sight through it. Tabitha rested on her hip, torso upright and twisted to face the camera. Her nipples jutted out pebble hard, though otherwise the only "indecent" part of her showing was the suggestion of buttocks partially visible behind her feet tucked up beneath her. One hand teased down her lower lip, the other thrust into her hair, which I couldn't help but notice was more unkempt than usual. There was a wildness to it. She'd even gone with a black and white shot, though had filtered it so that the blue in her eye

"Flirting with someone inside!" Amidst the frenzied celebration of flashing lights and boisterous dancing under the vibrant bar atmosphere, a DJ was playing music with a strong bass beat. Natalie sat on a high stool at the bar, her smile enchanting, like a blooming black rose. Gentle on the outside, ruthless on the inside. She wasn't wearing any makeup, yet her natural and pure beauty outshone the heavily adorned women around her.

His second pupils were expanding; Barrett was awakening from whatever slumber Evander put him under. I reached to the front of my bra and undid the front clasp, letting my size D cup breasts slightly pop out of the cups holding them. I didn’t shed my bra immediately, I let it lay across my large, brown, areolas. I watched Evander’s stoic face start to crack as my open front bra slid across my breasts exposing a little more of me. “Fuck.” Evander growled quietly, under his breath. He reached up to touch me, as I stood there in front of him, naked, except for my slowly falling open bra. Our legs the only thing touching each other, mine naked, his still clad in his pants.

She got on the pole like Mystique had been brought for, giving them her most seductive dance piece, and it didn’t take long; the taunts soon faded as they got lost in her movements, admiring her surprising agility. You see, Barbara may be plus-sized, but no one could deny her sexiness. Not even Morcetti… or his cruel friends. Eventually, he waved his friends out of the suite, wanting her all to himself. The vile men groaned and chuckled, “Try not to get crushed, old man.” Laughter echoed behind them as they filed out into the hall, their crude jokes trailing in their wake until the heavy door clicked shut. And then they were all alone. Barbara remained by the pole, her supple breasts rising

Nissa didn't stop, her suction growing stronger, her hands helping with quick strokes, until finally Leon reached climax—his body tensed, waves of release washing over him, leaving him gasping and limp on the silk sheets damp with sweat. Nissa rose slowly, wiping her lips with a satisfied smile, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Leon, who was still panting. "Good, right? But that was just foreplay," she said, her voice low and full of promise. She stood up, her hands beginning to undress herself—first the thin jacket that she threw on the floor, followed by the tight blouse that revealed her black lace bra, then the short skirt that slipped off, leaving her completely naked. Nissa's body w

I topped off the look with a black cropped moto jacket and black suede over the knee boots, the heels of which add a few inches to my height, and despite the anxious energy rolling around in my gut right now, I feel sexy as hell in this outfit. Nessa’s stunning, as always, putting off total ‘Bad Sandy’ from Grease vibes with her black off the shoulder top and dark jeans so tight that they look painted on. Her long hair is down, stick-straight and shiny, and she’s rocking the same smoky eye and red lip that I am tonight. She’s right- we look too good to turn back now. May as well at least go in for a drink.