Rita Stark Nude Novels & Stories

Savita stood in her camisole and lace panties, her body released from the constraints of the day, an unmasked display of the powerful woman beneath the Minister. Savita responded instantly, her own hands moving to the thin silk straps of Rachna’s slip. She slid the straps down Rachna’s shoulders, letting the garment fall, the smooth black silk slipping away to reveal the exquisite, unclothed lines of her ally. Rachna stood before her, a vision of confident, uninhibited power.

He’d call me…gorgeous. “I want to put it on,” I murmured, my eyes finding his. “The condom. I want to put it on…for you,” Mr Stark stops breathing for a second before he nodded. He was quick to undo his belt, sliding the pants down. He took off the now buttonless shirt. I let out a shaky breath, watching his cock resting against his stomach. Fuck, I don’t think I can stop the shock every time I see him naked. He’s glorious, with all the tattoos. His upper body had more tattoos with only the left side of the leg tattooed up.

I had no idea they could smell it. "What is another thing you are used to that others are not?" Now, I was curious. "Nudity... we have to get naked to shift... so we are not ashamed of stripping out of our clothes in public... or shifting back, and being naked in front of people." She said as if she was announcing rain for the upcoming weather forecast, and I grunted. I didn´t like that; she was mine, and I would kill whoever saw her without clothes. The driver parked outside the chalet and opened the door for us. Asteria stepped out of the SUV first. She looked fine in her high-waisted pants and off-the-shoulder blouse, while I looked like an ´80s neon party gone wrong. The joke told itself

I smiled, putting a large sum of money in his hand just before I shut the door in his face. “Did you just pay the attendant not to show his face for the week?” Crista asked, hands on her hips but a smile tugging at her lips as she tried not to laugh. She’s positively glowing, standing there in her nude flats and her soft pink floral print long sleeve babydoll dress. Her dark hair hung loose past her shoulders in soft curls. She seems to get more beautiful with each passing day. “Of course I did. I don’t need him or anyone interrupting us. We have enough of those at home.” I smiled, stepping closer. Chesed stepped forward more, though not entirely.

~ RIG ~ I shook with need, my hands trembling worse than a middle-schooler getting his first kiss. Cara, so fucking stunning in that dress, was even more incredible to look at naked in the water, her skin glowing under lights in the blue water, her nipples high and hard, darker that the rest of her. I’d rested her neck back on the padded edge of the pool, and it arched her back, her throat bare, her lower back hollowed, knees wide because I was pressed between her thighs.

He told himself he was just curious. The door to the women’s locker room was slightly ajar. He pushed it open. Raven stood under the shower spray, completely naked. Water cascaded over her toned body, tracing every line of muscle and curve. Her breasts were full and heavy, nipples dark and tight from the cool water. Tattoos snaked across her ribs and down her strong thighs. She had a fresh split lip and a bruise forming on her cheekbone, but she looked more alive than any woman Lucas had ever seen.

Dashtan pushed even harder until Rakia's body fell onto the mattress. "Wait...," Rakia interrupted between her ragged breaths. "Well... I know, I'll help you get naked," said Dashtan, who was currently removing one by one the clothes he was wearing. Rakia widened her eyes perfectly and got up from her current position with the help of Dashtan, who was already half-naked. She asked the man to unzip her caftan at the back. After the fabric slid smoothly down her legs, her bra and safety triangle were visible as she turned towards Dashtan.

Rita says. “We don’t have to do anything neither of you are comfortable with,” I say, but Lena is already pulling her hoodie off and exposing her gorgeous, ample breasts. Rita helps her out of her bra and kisses her while squeezing her breasts. I pull my shirt off and Lena’s eyes widen as she takes in my muscular tattooed and pierced form. Her eyes trail down my body and I see lust swirling in their depths. SHe gestures for me to join them and I step closer, trapping Rita between us and pulling at the hem of her shirt, which she allows me to pull over her head easily.

Hearing this, Krista stood up, removing her burnoose and letting it fall to the ground, then her miniskirt, then her blouse, standing naked, her hands on her hips, a smile on her face as the sheikh smiled broadly as he unabashedly looked her up and down, his eyes stopping at her pussy, the fiery-red brush of hair above her fat bulging clit glowing even in the subdued lighting of the tent. "And are you going to give us sanctuary?" Krista asked, approaching him and reaching down for his cock, her hard, thick ruby nipples grazing his face as she squatted down, guiding his cock to her pussy and sinking down onto it with a sigh.