Octavia Spencer Nude Novels & Stories

“Entry Twenty-Two: I’m at a crowded gallery opening. A black dress, backless, slit to the thigh. A man, a patron, wealthy, older, drops his champagne flute. As I bend to help pick up the shards, his hand slides up the slit of my dress, finding no barrier. His fingers push inside me, right there on the floor, as people mill around us. He whispers, ‘Such a well-mannered cunt, dripping for anyone who looks.’ He fingers me to a quick, violent climax, my body shuddering as I try to gather glass with trembling hands. He helps me up, licks his fingers clean in front of me, and walks away.” Ophelia was panting now. She had abandoned all pretense, her shorts pushed down to her ankles, her body open t

I remember my own nights of supplication, my own silent humiliations. — Tania, I murmur, you can’t… But she interrupts me, hysterical, her eyes drowning in despair: — Yes! I can! I will share him if I must! I will endure him being with others, trampling me, despising me… but I just want to be with him, Lyra! I will do anything, ANYTHING he wants… as long as he accepts me by his side again. Her words hit me like slaps, one after the other. Her voice trembles, but her obsession is absolute. She doesn’t even realize the humiliation she imposes on herself.

“That’s exactly why I chose you. I want real emotion. Real vulnerability. Real desire. Not the polished, fake perfection I see from experienced nude models.” He gestured to a simple white backdrop bathed in soft, flattering light. “Get comfortable. You can change behind the screen. When you’re ready, come out. No robe. I want to see you exactly as you are—nothing hidden.” Ava’s cheeks flushed hot, but she nodded. Behind the privacy screen, she slowly removed her clothes—first her sundress, then her lace bra, and finally her matching panties. She stood completely naked, her nipples hardening instantly in the cool studio air. A flutter of anxious excitement stirred low in her belly. She felt e

He gnashed his teeth. How dare Ariana wear something like that? Ariana yelped as Spencer picked her up and carried her into the room. The door slammed shut. Spencer pulled a taut face when he threw Ariana onto the large bed. Ariana bounced back before she managed to sit up. She angrily shouted, "The fuck is wrong with you?" The strap of her gown slipped along with her movements, revealing more of her snowy skin. Spencer moved closer, breathing heavily. "You're the one who's fucking crazy! Exhibitionist, aren't you? Why not just go out naked!"

His moans and labored breathing filled the room. Andreena was watching us; her eyes were glazed over with lust. Her fingers dug into the tops of her thighs as she drew the little white sheer dress up her thighs. "Touch yourself, sweet Andreena." I growled, swirling my tongue over the pulse point in Adam's neck. Feeling his heartbeat against his skin as I kept working him closer. "Yes, Spencer." Her words were softly spoken and breathy, but I couldn't look away as she brought her hand between her thighs. Pressing down on her pussy through the lacy little panties.

“We won’t be long.” “Go, enjoy yourself.” She insists. “I’ll be here with my book.” As she speaks, she picks up the latest mommy porn that she is reading, causing my jealousy to spike once more. “I’m better than any of those men in every aspect,” I grumble. “Of course,” she grins. “My man is the absolute best. That’s why I’m damn near popping.” “This won’t be the last time,” I assure her before beginning to move. When Octavia and I reach the water, I place her on her feet and wait as she tests the water. At first, she simply pokes a toe into the surf, and when she’s sure it isn’t too cold, she moves forward until a wave comes crashing toward her.

She mumbled, pouting her lips as she did. "Ha, no Ma'am. We just added a few items to your face. You're a goddess of beauty and everyone knows that." The leader of the artist said, making her laugh. "Thank you," Octavia said and sighed. "Let's get this over with." She said, walking through the door to the hallway that led to the shooting ground. It wasn't every day you get to see Bennett Stone with a woman. Even the tabloids didn't write about him.

For a moment, I glared at her nude body—a body that would make any man drool—but definitely not me; she wasn’t Aurora. “And what is the meaning of this?” I asked again, and Octavia didn’t respond. Instead, she lay on the bed and spread her thighs for me, giving me a clear view of her pussy. “Do you like what you see, dear husband?” She smirked while I just glared at her. This wasn’t the first time Octavia had tried seducing me into having sex, so it was nothing new.

she begged, and he lifted his hand to rip off the T-shirt, but her shivering hand had already reached the hem of the T-shirt covering her thighs. She dropped that single piece of clothing from her shoulder, and it fell, circling her naked frame. Octavio’s red-rimmed eyes didn’t budge from her eyes, and neither it bothered him to see her treasure hiding underneath those linen clothes. She closed her eye in shame. He left her raw in front of her, forcing her to be nude. She washed her body while his eyes pasting on her face. Once done, he gave her a bathrobe to cover herself and came out.

Once there, she handed him a tub of Vaseline and discarded her gown to reveal her flawless naked body. She got onto her hands and knees on the edge of the bed. "Spencer, we promised we wouldn't fuck but I do think you need a little practise so that when the time comes you know what you're doing." Spencer was staring at her glorious taut bottom, her tiny puckered brown arsehole and her long pink pussy lips that were so rudely revealed by her position.