Stacy Edwards Nude Novels & Stories

They were standing, holding drinks in their hands, looking like they were at a party. The next photo showed the blonde woman sitting on a couch. This time she was naked, her legs spread, and her pussy was shaved like it said in the ad. The third photo showed Greg. He was sitting on a deck chair by a swimming pool, naked as well, his erect cock flat against his belly.

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.

“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.

“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.

Stacy moaned as she shifted on top of him. “Naked, I need you naked.” She moaned out, and she pulled away from him to take her jeans off. Her panties followed suit. She stood in front of him naked. Rick pushed his pants down, but didn’t take them all the way off. Stacy rolled her eyes but didn’t come back to him.

I wasn't sure if placing me in that sultry room in her mind would work for her, but it seemed to be doing the trick. "Mmmm, I'll take that as a yes," I continued. "Sexy Stacy if I was there with you right now I would squeeze your beautiful soft tits in my hands and kiss your body all over and . . . wait . . . Oh my! Stacy!! I just realized how totally naked you are! My god, I can't stop staring at your nude body, every fleshy inch of it. Are you naked and touching yourself while I watch you? I can see your hand between your legs, playing with your pussy. Are you wet down there? Can I see? Show me that sexy muffin Stacy, open up wide for me. Mmm, wider. Yes. Now I want to see you push one of