Renee Winters Nude Novels & Stories

"Why are you kneeling?" "I don't know. I-I feel like I should be." She unfastens her bra, leaving her in nothing but the little white skirt. A vision that stops me in my tracks, an object becoming lodged in my throat. Renee half naked and on her knees with glazed eyes and pouting nipples is an image no man on earth is worthy of seeing up close, but somehow, I've been allowed into heaven early, although those tits would turn the angels against each other, for sure. "And I'm not afraid to follow my instincts with you," she finishes shyly, tucking dark hair behind her ear. "That's good, Renee," I grit, pride thickening my tone. "You don't have to be afraid of anything with me. Not a damn thing.

"Let's go to the hot tub. It's perfect tonight." My stomach fluttered, but I followed them to a guest room to change. My simple bikini felt plain next to Renata’s – a tiny red one that barely held her breasts. Her nipples pushed against the cloth. Marcus's swim trunks hugged his strong thighs, hinting at his power. I saw myself in the mirror – my own breasts full, my shaved skin tingling. A rush of confidence filled me.

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.

Cheerleading Slut (2) When I returned to my laptop, I slowly flipped through a few more nude bóóbs pics of the four women. In most pictures, they cupped their boobs playfully before things got even more interesting. There were pictures of Janice sucking each of the nipples of the other three. A sharp gasp escaped my mouth. Each one was a piece of art. My mouth dropped open as I stared at Janice's white skin which was a sharp contrast against Kara's brown black skin.

My dick twitched again, and I could feel my erection rousing sharply, so I took a deep breath. I let out a string of curses in my head, hands clenched, as I typed another quick text to her. Me: Where the fuck are you sending me these nudes? At home? At work? Or you took these photos while dressing earlier this morning, and now you decide to taunt me? Renee: I'm at work but in the restroom. I'll take a sexy full photo of myself soon and send it to you. Another flirty emoji accompanied the text, and then, as promised, she sent another photo, or rather, a video.

I suppose I really had no problem being nude for almost anyone at home, only unwilling to be nude in public since it could be a legal problem, but Master had us both dress provocatively outside the home and I became liquid at the stares of others. Lisa and I got them started on some very basic positions, mostly addressing some of the balance activities they'd have to do and could even do on their own. Reneé being nude was arousing to her as well as to Lisa and I. We could smell her arousal, so attuned were we to it anymore. She was a cute girl and we both found her sexy which made us aroused. The only thing which would have made it worse would have been Master and Jerry outside watching. For

The curtains were heavy velvet, but I eased them apart just enough to see. The backyard was lit by floodlights that turned the falling snow into glittering diamonds. A woman (completely naked) lay sprawled on the frosted grass like it was a summer beach. Her skin glowed pale against the white, long dark hair fanned out around her head, arms stretched above her in deliberate surrender. She arched her back, breasts high, thighs parted just enough to be obscene and artistic at the same time. She looked fearless. Owned. Radiant. And kneeling in front of her, camera raised to his eye, was Cassian.