Therica Wilson-read Nudes Novels & Stories

There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”

“There are earlier posts discrediting your achievements. But since your achievements came from legit department bodies, whoever this is, they resorted to posting your nudes instead.” Even though I don’t flex those awards, I still make an effort to win them for money. Annoyed, I say, “That’s not even my body.” And then, images of Hilda being screwed by Mark appear in my mind—her heaving chest, his butt tightly grasped by him, and her skin tone—it all matches. “Show me that page again,” I order Lukas. “I thought it was taking away your appetite for food,” he responds, but he takes his phone and shows it to me anyway.

Mark's inner thighs were soaked with her juices. Here she was, bent over naked in front of a strange girl, not much older than her own daughter, with clamps killing her nipples, and her ass a blistered mass of welts, and yet, she was getting turned on by the abuse and humiliation. "Iris?" Elias asked, causing her to pause in her strokes, "Hold up for a second please."

But Lena didn't stop immediately; she slowed the thrusts, drawing out the aftershocks until Teresa whimpered from overstimulation. Pulling her fingers free, Lena licked them clean with a low hum of satisfaction, then helped Teresa straighten. "Clothes off. All of them." Her eyes burned with her own need now, the rigid control cracking just enough to show the flush on her cheeks. Teresa stripped quickly, blouse and skirt pooling at her feet, leaving her naked and vulnerable in the office light. Lena followed suit, unbuttoning her shirt to reveal small, firm breasts, nipples hard points. Her slacks dropped next, exposing toned legs and a trimmed patch above her own slick pussy.

“See what a messy, dripping little slut you’ve become in just one evening. This is who you really are.” Lila’s breath fogged the glass as she stared at her reflection. She looked obscene. Exposed. And undeniably aroused. Master Kane reached around and slowly pulled her tank top up, exposing her full breasts. He pinched both nipples hard, rolling them between his fingers until she moaned. “Describe what you see,” he commanded. “Every dirty detail.” “I… I see my hard nipples,” she whispered. “My pussy is so red and swollen. My thighs are wet with my cum. I look like a whore.”

Hmmm… I so much love the white colour and my cock twitched that she chose it for her undergarments. She stood naked before me, her smooth trembling skin glowing in the candlelight. Tia is breathtaking. Her full, heavy breasts with dark nipples already hard, soft feminine curves, and a glistening, puffy pussy already betraying her sinful arousal. I performed the ritual inspection slowly and reverently, my hands gliding over every inch of her body as if blessing it. “You are leaking, Tia. Your body weeps openly with unrepented sin.” I ran two fingers along her soaked slit, collecting her abundant wetness and holding it up for her to see.

I leave the altar and rush to grab one brochure from a nearby guest and open it. And my soul leaves my body. There I am on page one. Naked... everything on display. With another one of my side partners on top of me. My back, my tattoos, the curve of my body, all caught in perfect, high-resolution detail. Another photo depicts me in a hot tub with a pair of individuals from training camp, intoxicated, plus a blurred girl performing inappropriate actions within a public spa. My chest turns to ice. The next page is worse.

Seduced. The elevator opened into a room lit in dim amber tones. Velvet walls. A faint hint of cinnamon and sex in the air. In the center, a woman in a silk robe sat behind a low glass desk, expression unreadable. “Sienna Thomas,” the woman said. “Strip.” Sienna blinked. “What?” “No names, no phones, no clothing. You will wear what we give you. Refusal terminates the contract.” Sienna didn’t remember signing a contract—but her heartbeat betrayed her. She wanted to know what was behind that next door. What the hell this was.

I screamed and yanked on my wrist cuffs as intense pleasure flooded my body. Lila kept it there. Then started moving it in slow circles and dipped it lower to tease my dripping entrance. She slaps my breast hard causing me to cry out ,my legs were shaking, she pulled the wand away for ten long seconds before pressing it back. Marcus watched the whole time. His cock was visibly hard in his pants. Lila leaned in close. Her lips brushed my ear while she tortured my clit with the wand. “You’re going to be such a sloppy, desperate little fucktoy for him. I can’t wait to watch him ruin you.”