Tela Alley Nude Novels & Stories

He answered and I nodded. "Let her in." I said. In no time my door clicked open and I watched Natalia walk in wearing almost nothing. She was a stripper but this was the most naked outfit I had seen her on. A nipple pad and a G-string pant. I mean I could see her pussy folds from it and when she did a three-sixty turn to show me her endowment everything was bare. I could barely see the line running through the back. The image of Thea on those got into my head and my groin twitched at the thought. I had to turn away slightly so that my dick went flaccid again. I didn't want to give Natalia the wrong idea.

It felt surreal to be so far from stacks of silk, so close to a desert nightmare. They entered the walled compound. Already drones buzzed overhead. Operators fed footage to Alec’s phone. Women in Phoenix gowns stood against mud-brick walls, bound. The lines looked beautiful and tragic—silence, blood, couture. Vanessa’s voice crackled: Come forward if you want innocence. Stay hidden and watch them hang.

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.

I snatched it up and handed it to him, watching with held breath as he unfolded the page. His eyes skimmed Nunzia’s neat handwriting for several seconds before he hummed, “As it turns out, Elias is not at the castle. Word has it he’s planning on visiting the Underground tomorrow night.” I frowned, “The Underground?” Azrael leaned in, his lips curling into a smile. “Think of it as a magical nightclub.” “You mean brothel,” Amora purred. “Oh, lovely.” I sighed, “We’re going to another brothel.”

Nude picture. <>><><><><<><<< “Why are you so worried? It’s just a party and gift giving, Kate?” Angela voice rattled off, spearing into Kate’s ears as they walked beside each other through Brazzers long hallway, heading to the tattoo section of the company. Precisely everywhere in Brazzers is already decorated. Cacophony of noise clattered off as the pornstars gathered themselves in various groups discussing about tomorrow’s event.

It must be the vodka. Has to be the damn thing really kicking in now. Because my eyes won't stop roaming eover very mouthwatering piece of this man's body. And that's when it hits me. This man is almost nude— save the tattoo perfectly sitting on his chest, flexing his abs and pectorals. Other than that, it's just a tiny towel wrapped around his waist, looking like it might snap loose at the slightest movement. Holy hell, I'm so freaking done for! Is this Lyra girl not just a stripper but a whore?

I shifted my gaze to his monitor. Allie was strapped to a table, naked except for simple bands of cloth draped over her chest and groin. Thin metal spikes attached to wires had been driven into her torso, her arms, her thighs. The doctor with the snake tattoo was standing next to her, a dial in his hand. Her body went taut, her mouth open in a silent scream, as he turned the knob and current ran through her.

I got it on and peered at the screen. It was a text. The name on top of the text icon read Tina. I realized that until now she had temporarily stopped texting. I had not even noticed until this text right now. I contemplated shoving my phone back into my pockets but curiosity got the better of me, and I tapped on the text icon to open it. There was a nude picture of her in something that looked like a black Jeep with a red interior, her breasts propped up on the steering wheel and her back arched, thighs parted as she stared sideways at the camera, lips parted and hair tousled.

Soft whispering and excited giggling drifted from inside. “Mom?” Tate called out tentatively. Suddenly, the tent door unzipped, and his eyes widened in shock and awe. His mother was there on her hands and knees, completely naked. “Hi, baby… you found us!” she beamed, her heavy tits hanging and swaying pendulously beneath her. Over the rounded, bare cheeks of her naked ass, Tate could see his beautiful grandmother sprawled luxuriously on her back, her gigantic tits spread out across her chest like massive, soft pillows of flesh.

The underground auction is a cathedral built for sin. Dark marble floors. Chrome railings. Red and violet light washing over rows of leather seats descending toward a raised podium, where a woman in a blood-red dress smiles like a shark. On the twin screens, rules scroll past: anonymity guaranteed, no phones, house laws. Everything else? Fair game. “I’m losing signal the deeper you go,” Cass says, voice warping with interference. “I’ll keep the basics, but don’t expect a rescue if you faceplant.” “Noted,” Ava murmurs.