Strip Me Bare Book Novels & Stories

A daunting challenge for me with her husband watching. When I arrived this time I was wearing my sexy black jock strap. Confident enough now with my two bi lovers to strip down to my sexy black jock strap, hoping my turn on will be their turn on. My naked ass bulging out of it, my already semi-erect cock obvious for both Marnie and George.

we said, uncontrollably. No, no, no. Of all people in the world, not him. I couldn't move, it felt like someone had poured cold water all over me. I wanted to scream my lungs out. He dropped the book he was holding on his table and rolled his eyes. I swallowed and bowed my head. "Strip" he ordered and I bit my lip as his words actually did something to me this time. I quickly removed my clothes till I was butt naked. Lucas hated slow people.

CHAPTER 2 I lay there as he helped get my shirt and pants off first. As he unhooked the back of my bra, I got to work taking his t-shirt off too. My underwear came off and Victor slipped off his pants and underpants. With all his clothes off, I could properly admire his tan skin and his erection that was as hard as wood.

“Strip. Everything off. I want you naked like the whore you are.” I peeled the tight black dress over my head first, and my bra came next, tits spilling out, nipples hard. Then the ruined panties. I stood there completely bare, pussy still swollen and dripping from earlier, thighs shiny with my own mess. Victor pulled his phone out and set it on a small shelf, propped up so the camera had a perfect side view of the bed. He tapped the screen. Red light blinking. Recording. “Smile for the camera, Riley. This is gonna be my favorite jerk-off tape.”

Every single one of them wants to see this man suffer, and I flex the cane in my hand as I walk towards the devil. Dimitri doesn't say a word, though, whether it's through embarrassment or through the sheer terror of what’s about to happen, I don't know, but I smile as I turn to Ben and say. “Strip him” I want him to feel how I felt, the shame, the humiliation and most of all, the sting of the cane as it hits his naked flesh. Ben soon cuts Dimitri’s clothes off him, leaving him totally bare in a room full of people…I know how that Feels. Only the first time I was stripped bare, I was fourteen, and no one batted an eyelid.

It won't happen again. Domintothecore: Damn right it won't. Strip down to your skin, get everything you’re wearing off. Do it slowly so you can feel air hit every part of your body. Tell me when you're bare, with your cock out and balls hanging free. My own hand drifts to my zipper, but I stopped myself. This is about him suffering for me first. I imagine his broad chest exposed, those strong legs of his parting as he obeys, his ass cheeks clenching in anticipation.

“That’s okay, beautiful. We’ll go nice and slow. No rush. Just tell us what feels good.” My wife, Melissa, stood up first and pulled Jane to her feet. They started undressing each other right there in front of me. Their tops came off first, Jane’s full, firm breasts spilled free, her nipples already stiff and dark pink. Melissa’s tits bounced as her shirt dropped, her nipples hard too. Then the bottoms came off. Jane’s satin shorts slid down her smooth legs, revealing her neatly trimmed blonde landing strip above puffy, already glistening pussy lips. Melissa’s shaved, smooth cunt was visibly wet. They stood there naked, their bodies inches apart.

Zelda's dress pooled at her feet, bra unhooked and tossed aside, revealing heavy breasts with dark nipples begging for attention. Jax stripped shirtless, muscles rippling under tanned skin marked with a few scars, then shoved his jeans down. His cock sprang free thick, veined, at least nine inches, the head already leaking precum. *Bigger than my husband's pathetic dick.* The comparison fueled her, erasing the pain.

Looks at me. "Strip." One word. No please. No preamble. No mood lighting adjustment or glass of wine or five-minute warmup. Just strip. My hands shake as I reach for the zipper at the side of my dress. I pull it down. The dress loosens. I push it off my shoulders and it falls to the hardwood floor with a whisper of fabric. Underneath – black bra, black thong, heels. I reach for the bra clasp. "Stop." He holds up one finger. "Leave it. I didn't say take off the bra. I said strip. The dress."

My body was already tipping over the edge. By the time we got to the door, I was shaking. Clothes off. That’s always the rule. Even if we aren’t going to fuck right away, we always strip at the door. She was already naked before I even had my shoes off, and I was down to my little panties. They were soft, lacy, ruffled all around the hips, and completely drenched. Marlie grabbed my waist and yanked me close, her bare chest flush against mine. Her lips brushed my ear when she whispered.