Nikki Brooks Belly Novels & Stories

I wondered what it felt like to have the tingles all over my belly and chest…and nipples. Without even thinking about it, I ripped the tight fit tank top, and the sports bra both over my head in one swift move and threw them to the side. I was now completely naked from the pants up. Nikko stared at me in surprise before looking down and taking in my body. I watched his eyes flickering back and forth to black as they trailed down and I couldn't help but smile. At least that told me that he liked what he saw. The lump in his pants told me that too.

She looked over the bar counter. There he was, sitting in style, a cigarette in his hand and a glass of champagne. She looked around and noticed his gang members at their usual angle, laughing out loud as they gossiped on, Ben led the subject of the laughter. Nicky felt an instant sense of panic. She stood and headed for the restroom. She opened the door and went straight to the sink, ignoring the smooching sound and moans coming from the bathrooms. "You can do this Nicky." She spoke confidentially to her reflection in the mirror. She found a free kit of adornment and added a few touches to her appearance adjusting her breasts into bulging positions and went for it.

Sucker. So now Brooke’s stuck with me for the next day and a half, and I plan to make the most of it. “Music?” I hold the cord out to her so she can connect her phone. Brooke groans, arching up off of the seat to fish it out of her back pocket. As she does, I slyly peep the outline of her tits against her t-shirt and a glimpse of flat stomach as it rides up. She’s rocking a Beatles tee today and it’s a little more form-fitting than her usual attire.

Her chest rose and fell slowly as she tried to breathe deep. I opened the picture message properly and looked down. Nicole wasn't just topless. She was also bending over the counter of the kitchen, pushing her ass out to the camera. Her tight jeans were pulled down to her knees, her panties down around her skinny thighs, and she had a hand pulling one of her tight little butt cheeks to the side. Revealing, in high definition, her knotted little butt hole and her plump little pussy lips. "Whoa," I exhaled.

I rolled my eyes at her dramatic pleading and went over to get a closer look at the flashy dresses. "With all due respect my friend, these clothes are way to slutty, it barely covers anything. It's a formal gathering Brooke, not a party. This is the most decent of the dresses "Brooke was very proud of her figure and her body, she had a perfect hour glass shape, the only think she complained about was not having big boobs, but no matter how many times I have explained the struggle she still wants to get a boob job for her decent sized boobs. Silly girl

Nikki moved over to the nearest mirror in the bedroom and looked at her swollen split lips, and her fury went up another couple of notches. “You deserved it, and you know it. What the hell did you think you were playing at coming in here like that?” Emma waved her hand in Nikki’s direction, and for the first time, I noticed the way she was dressed, dressed being used lightly. She was barely wearing some kind of see-through sheer black thing that left nothing to the imagination, with the tiniest panties I think I ever saw and straps that looked like if you breathed on them too hard, they’d slide right off her shoulders.

But just as she was about to say something else, we hear a squeaking and annoying voice. "Kai, baby? Is that you?" I look behind me and see Nikki. I turned away and spat 'Fuck' quietly. When I thought nobody heard me, Mama Mo smacks me in the back of the head, giving me a glance to let me know that she heard me. "Hey baby? You heading to work?" She looked at me and asked. Nikki wasnt ugly, she was quite beautiful actually, but had an ugly ass attitude. Long blonde hair and blue eyes, about 5'4" and curvey in all the right places.

I wanted to just drop to my knees and suck on his dick right here and now. Niku started setting up a pair of cameras on tripods that were aimed at the living room. She added two lights with white, reflective backgrounds. It was such a practiced operation. I just stood there in the doorway, trembling. My pussy dripped beneath my conservative dress. Mrs. Miller took my hand and led me to the center. "This is Annie Green, the preacher's virgin daughter, and she wants to be a p**n star." "So badly," I moaned as Niku moved about with a third camera and filmed me.

He really did not know, because Karl had only mentioned Nikki's older sister a few times. "I'm ready. Sorry to keep you waiting." He rotated his body in thirty degrees. As if time stopped, he stared at the figure of Nikki who was wearing a semi-casual blend of blue and white. A shirt decorated with shoelaces hanging from the loose sleeves, with a blue and white horizontal pattern, combined with a white knee-length skirt. The woman had her prosthetic leg in place, so she no longer relied on crutches to help her walk. He got up from his chair as soon as he managed to wake up from his reverie.

Nikki to the end of the wall while I floated at the middle. The warm caress of the water on my skin peeled the layers of the day's event little by little. I sank to the bottom, the water covered my mouth and danced at my tip of my nose. "It's working, right?" Nikki grinned. "So well." I smiled back. "A picture?" Nikki's phone popped out and she posed in selfie style. "Nikki! We're naked!" Too late, she already snapped.