Stacy Edwards Nude Novels & Stories

Stacy was about to respond but found herself alone, she made her way to the grand bed and perched on the footboard, kicking off her boots and rubbing the soles of her feet, her eyes drifted around the room, it was pretty bare really, a small wardrobe and a chest of drawers was all that occupied the space other than the bed, pulling off her tank top and tossing it into the hamper at the other side of the room she mocked a cheering crowd and continued to undress, she never thought she would be so happy to remove a bra but after a 10 hour flight and two hours of drinking her breasts needed air, she unzipped her jeans and dropped them to the ground before removing her panties and wrapping the pl

Her own strap-on bobbed heavily between her legs, aching to be buried in warm, tight flesh. "Mmmm you two look so fucking hot like that," Stacy purred, reaching up to pinch and twist her own nipples. "I bet you're ready for my big cock now, aren't you?" Jenna and Tina both moaned in unison, lifting their heads to gaze at Stacy with pleading eyes. "Me, me!" they chanted, desperately wanting to feel that thick plastic shaft splitting them open. Grinning wickedly, Stacy crawled onto the bed behind them. "On your hands and knees, sluts. Let me see those perfect asses."

Some of them had been huge blockbuster action movies. Within the search results were more YouTube links. A couple of them stuck out to him. They proclaimed, "Shasta Pyke nude scenes." Blake breathed out forcefully and leaned back in his chair. Did he really want to go there? Cautiously, he clicked the first link. There was a close-up of Shasta from the waist up, her perfect round breasts filling the screen. Her scene partners, two men, were completely dressed. The on-screen conversation lasted a good five minutes and the editing kept coming back to her tits from every angle and distance.

The lady on his lap turned around, revealing her exposed, rounded and firm breasts, her gorgeous brown eyes and pink lips, with the perfect topping of a pointed nose. I couldn't help get intimidated by her model-like figure and spotless skin, especially thinking over the position I found between her and Brian. “Oh, hey darling,” she said with a thin, soft and seductive voice, standing just in front of Brian. She wore a black mini skirt, only about ten inches in length, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. She paired it with a black, body hog vest, with one sleeve, and there was no denying how hot she looked. “I'm Stacy,” she introduced. I stared at her without any words, as I desperate

“It’s a modified alkaloid. Think Curare’s more efficient cousin. Keeps you perfectly still but lets me hear every pathetic thing you want to say.” Setting the glass down briefly on the side table, I leaned back in my chair again, utterly relaxed. “Stacy darling,” I called, turning my attention to her without glancing at Reed, “why are you still standing there? You’re making me look like a bad host. Please entertain our guest.” She didn’t speak, didn’t smile. Stacy’s face was carved from stone as she stepped around Reed’s motionless body until she stood in front of him. Then, without hesitation, she began to strip. Her jacket came off first, then her blouse and finally the rest.

Stacy suggested we set up the futon, so we pulled it out in front of the TV and threw on the blankets and pillows. As she bent over to pick up the pillows, I noticed her very fine ass straining against her now- tight shorts. After the shower, Stacy had changed clothes so that she was no longer the average girl you don't look twice at, into, both figuratively and literally, "the girl-next-door." As she turned around and leaned over to arrange the blankets, her shirt fell a bit away from her chest and I noticed that 1) she most definitely had not put on a bra and 2) she had most certainly grown while I was away, maybe something like a 34C or so, but I couldn't tell from this angle.

She froze. Victor—her father-in-law—stood in the doorway, one hand still on the knob as if he’d meant to knock and forgotten. He was shirtless, fresh from the backyard gym he kept under the mango tree, silver hair damp at the temples, broad chest glistening with sweat. His eyes locked on her bare breasts, on the milk still dripping steadily from both nipples into the sink. Neither of them spoke. Stacy’s heart slammed against her ribs. She should cover herself. She should yell. She should do anything except stand there, exposed and leaking, while her husband’s father stared like a man who’d just remembered hunger after years of fasting.

"Anything as long as it’s not shady or gonna get me hurt. You do that and I’m ghosting you for real." She watched the three dots dance on the screen while her heart started racing. "Well?!" she followed up when he didn't reply right away. "What is it?" "Send me a nude, baby. I need to see you." Stacy Smith felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over her head. She rubbed her temples. She felt the urge to just walk out of her own room. She wasn't a saint, but she wasn't really that kind of girl either.

She grabbed the waist of her jeans. “Stacy…” I growled, this female didn’t know what her upper nude body was doing to me. I would go crazy if she was completely nude. Wanting to strip in front of me because she thought of that stupid thing she called fun. Did she even know how what she was doing was affecting me? “Stop growling, and stop acting like my dad,” “Don’t call me that,” I growled at her. “then let me strip and you cast your spell on me, it’s not bad if it is just you seeing me nude and it’s not a crime for you to see me nude, because you are not my dad unless…”

“You need to understand what it feels like to be completely filled, completely stretched.” I was terrified, my body shaking again, but this time not from cold. “Hia, I...I don’t know if I can—” “You can,” he interrupted, rolling me onto my stomach on the bed, pushing my hips up. “You have to. Stacy might want a little extra. Gotta be prepared, right?” He pushed my briefs down to my ankles, exposing my tight, trembling ass. The humiliation was total, but the heat surging through me was overriding the shame.