Nikki Cross Nude Novels & Stories

Nico was always in charge. Once she walked into my room and shut the door. I looked up from my homework and started to speak but she stopped me with an upraised hand. Her hair was sporting a bright purple streak on the right side. Nico unbuttoned the raincoat that came down to her knees and let it drop to the floor. Of course, she was naked underneath. Her pubic hair had a matching purple streak.

Nikki: “Doctor Wolfe is great. She is actually a member of the Desert Moon pack, so I don’t have to hide what I am during therapy.” Frankie: “That is so awesome. You’ll actually be able to truly benefit from being able to be completely honest.” Nikki: “Yes, she has me journaling this week, so that I can get my thoughts and feelings down for next week’s session.” Frankie: “Sounds perfect. So not to change the subject, but what are you wearing right now?” Nikki: “Oh, just a lace bra and thong.” Frankie: “Oh? Well that’s quite an image to have in my head. Are your nipples hard?”

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.

I hop from my seat, drop my phone beside my system and take a quick glance at my mate one last time, off I tiptoe to the door, click it open, and out I go. ~~~~~~~~~~ "You never told me you were coming tonight again, didn't you continue with your work again? Money is good, you know…" NIkki says, just as I open the door to Nikki's room, there she is, lying butt naked on her bed like she already knew I was coming. "OMG!" I flick my tongue as my eyes rest on them. This sight is so crazily hot that taking my eyes off those red ass cheeks is so difficult for me to handle. I'm try though, but I just can not.

I eject the disc and put in NST02. This one is Nicole. I flip through the stills and my cock starts throbbing looking at the close up of her creamy white mounds with their puffy pink nipples. The close ups of her wet pussy are amazing and makes me wish I'd had her undress today when I had the chance. Her puffy lips, streaked with moisture, are encircled by fuzzy brown hair that opens into a full triangular bush over her pubic mound. I'm more interested in the video and this one I want to watch from start to finish. It starts with Nicole completely naked on uncle Harry's bed. She's leaning against the headboard with her legs spread apart and uncle Harry is interviewing her, but is not visible

There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”

NIKOLAI This girl did not dress modestly for bed. She was in a light pink, thin, loose tank top with a deep, plunging neckline. The soft brown nipple of one breast was openly exposed, and the other may as well have been too with how thin and sheer the material covering it was. My entire body locked up and heat punched through me. She was so beautiful I could barely breathe. I didn’t mean to look, but, for fuck’s sake!

I sip, then casually, though graciously, dismiss Simon. Once alone, Nikki takes her flute into my suite. With her other hand, she selects a non-descript black box from the gift bag that has no logo stamped on it to identify where it’s come from. The sex club. She passes it to me, takes a deeper drink, then sets aside the glass to start stripping down. I settle into a chair alongside the fireplace, but her purpose is to make a production of her tease-show. And I’m enrapt. When she’s down to her red-satin-and-black-lace bra, a matching thong and high heels only, it’s not just fiery adrenaline pumping through me. My blood turns to magma. My nerve endings snap like livewires.

“There were photos of him in the Bahamas. He was with some girl. Cute, maybe, but she looked... normal.” The blonde snorted. “Definitely a fling. Nathan Cross doesn’t do relationships.” That one hit a nerve—but I didn’t bristle. I smiled. Low. Sharp. Deliberate. I turned slowly, my heels clicking like punctuation against the marble. Their chatter died instantly. Three pairs of eyes raked over me—sandals, sundress, barefaced. And yet... I still had their full attention. “You sound awfully confident for people guessing from behind a sales rack,” I said coolly, drifting toward them.

This place is kinda sick. She climbs on a pole and start straddling in near nudity save for the designed nipple clamp that's sparingly covering her areola, and the designed vibrator that's barely covering her lips and pussy. There's glitters in her body, heavy royal jewelry adorning her and a damn high heel on her feet.