Nikki Simpson Nude Novels & Stories

"Relax, Luca. You’re doing a good deed. Think of it as community service." They pushed me back onto the bed. I was a passenger in my own body. Sarah was at my feet, stripping my boots and jeans away until I was exposed. Nikki straddled my lap, her hands cupping my face, forcing me to look at her. "I want to see if the rumors are true," she whispered.

You could hear a pin drop as they passionately tongue kissed before she helped him remove the blouse and he commenced licking and sucking her nipples to her obvious delight - and all those watching. “Love her tits,” Sarah whispered to me as topless, she dragged down Mick’s trousers and commenced sucking his erection. “And his cock, he is huge,” Sarah told me with her hand on my cock. They were both naked as Mick sat on the couch teasing his erection before Simone lowered herself onto it facing the audience. The look of pleasure and ecstasy on her face as she slid up and down his cock was a turn on for all watching.

My name is Nicky Roberts. I'm a college student crashing at my uncle's place nearby. I've always been hairy for my age—nineteen, full of hot blood, and craving women more with each passing day. Every night, I'd find a porn video, secretly blow off steam with one of my aunt's stockings, then toss it back in the washing machine. My aunt's a flight attendant. First thing after work every day, she peels off her stockings. She has an oval-shaped face, creamy skin, and a pair of breasts so huge even her uniform can't hide them—buttons practically ready to pop. Just picturing her body in my head is enough to get me off.

I lean back in my chair, the prominent bulge of my erection in plain sight. "That would be ideal, but all shows are different, with no consistent people or locations. Nice dream though." Nikki puts her hands on the bottom hem of her shirt and pulls it off, letting it flutter to the floor. She has a white half-cup, bra, open netting with lace on the sides. Her breasts are full and round. Her nipples sit long and proud above the cup. She is still looking out the window. "Not true, Daddy." 'Daddy' again. We are there. That so-called elephant in the room. We both know exactly what she is talking about.

Then— Bingo. A photo from last week: Nikki in a lace bra, pouting at the camera with the caption "ur missing out." Noah's response? "Busy." I smirked. Perfect. With quick fingers, I forwarded every incriminating photo to myself. Blackmail material secured. I scrolled through their older texts, and I saw another pic. It was a pic of her in absolutely nothing. She had her fake ass tits out, with her legs widened so her pussy could be in view.

Besides his shorts, Nick is completely naked. When he pulls them down, his long, engorged cock springs out. It slaps against his stomach before standing straight out, and pointing straight at me. I bite my bottom lip, feeling my body come back to life and the raging hard on he's sporting. At the same time, I'm pulled back against antonios hard body. His hard cock presses against me, with only our clothing separating us. “Tell me, my gorgeous girl, do you still want to go make cupcakes?”

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.

And there he was. Simon. Shirtless. Slumped on hotel sheets beside her, one hand lazily sprawled over Maddy’s thigh, his lips brushing her neck. Her bra strap was hanging down. His eyes—barely open. Definitely not sober. One shot had his face buried in her chest. Another… his mouth where it didn’t belong. And then came the last message: “Also… does Nana have a kid named Nick?” My heart. Fucking. Stopped. I stared at the screen, the images burned into my brain—but that question, that question was louder than all the rest. I gripped my phone so hard I thought it might crack.

Right now I wished we had missed everything. I sat in the middle chair, fingers hovering over the keyboard like they had a mind of their own. My eyes were glued to the screen, but my stomach was somewhere on the floor. There she was—Nina—completely naked except for those stupid diamond waist beads and the heels that made her legs look endless. She was kneeling in front of the open drawer, holding that thick black dildo like it was a live grenade. Her face… God, her face. Wide eyes, jaw slack, trying so hard to stay calm while her cheeks burned red.

She sighed and slowly slid down while she looked at me, stopping when her knees were bent and she was in a squatting position. “The party has arriiivveed,” she sang. Nikki wore fitted jeans, black fuck-me heels and a short red cropped t-shirt showing off her belly. Her makeup was done and her hair was up in a high tight ponytail. She called it her battle hairstyle. She said it made her feel like a “boss bitch”. She stood to her feet and looked around. “Just us?” She asked. “You didn’t see Mavy when you came through the front door?” I asked.