Tracy Reed Nude Novels & Stories

"I'm not asking you to be someone you're not. I'm just asking you to be open to trying new things. To let go of your inhibitions and just feel." Tracy hesitated, then nodded slowly. "Okay. I'll try. But I don't know if I can be the wild woman I used to be." I smiled, my heart racing with anticipation. "We'll take it slow. But I promise, it'll be worth it." The next day, I came home from work to find Tracy waiting for me, wearing a lacy black negligee. My jaw dropped as I took in her curves, her breasts spilling out of the delicate fabric.

I've never been with a redhead before and I'm surprised at how turned on I am by her fair complexion and the pale pinkness of her hard nipples. My eyes follow every move as she bends forward, slowly rolls her panties down her legs and exposes her neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair. Unlike the thick bushes I've seen on other women, Tracy's bright red hair is like a thin layer of moss barely concealing the milky white mound it covers. Another faint smattering of freckles leads from her navel into her pubic hair. "What specialty areas," I manage to ask as I stare in fascination at Tracy's naked body. The way she's standing with her legs slightly apart, I barely catch a glimpse of the hidden

Anonymous. Trent was butt naked and Tracy was on top of him, having the time of her life. And the text read. -Your lovely mate, Trent.- My heart bled.

CONNOR She snatches my shirt and yanks me inside the room before my brain cells can fully process the orgasm-inducing sight in front of me. Slamming the door shut, she leans against it, cocking a hip provocatively. My dick is hard as a pike in an instant and threatening to rip out of my jeans. Tracy in cheerleader outfit has me sneaking into the bathroom and beating my meat to thoughts of her until I cum buckets. But Tracy in a lacy bra and panties has my knees going weak. I want to fall to my knees and worship her because that is exactly what she is--a goddess.

I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of me when Macy tried to impersonate Lucifer,"Yeah you're probably right." "Aren't I always?" Macy snorted, "But in all seriousness, give him time and in no time you will be able to read Mr. Reed," she wiggled her eyebrows at me and I couldn't resist the urge to swat her on the head. She let out a stifled groan and we burst out laughing.

I’d gagged quietly around him, tears pricking my eyes, pussy dripping down my thighs as he fisted my hair and used my throat like his personal toy. “And you should come looking extra good,” Gina went on, excitement bubbling. “It’s casual but sexy, if you know what I mean. Mr. Reynolds will be there in swim trunks, probably. God, I can’t even picture it without blushing. Wear something that shows off that body of yours—you’ve got nothing to hide.” My breath hitched. The thought of Troy in swim trunks, water sliding down those broad shoulders and carved abs, made my pussy clench hard around my fingers.

Nicole stood there, frozen in shock, eyes wide as she took in the scene: me completely naked, legs spread wide, tits bouncing and squirting all over Tristan’s cock while screaming his name. shit-

Her hot tub was on the second story deck. It was up high, in a house on a hill, so even though it was in the open air, there was plenty of privacy. She walked me to the hot tub and said I could get in while she grabbed some beers. I striped down, and jumped in and waited. After what seemed like forever, she appears with a bottle of beer in each hand, and as naked as one could possibly be. Tracy wasn't as fit as Clara. She had the body of a 43-year-old mom, who had a job, but worked as much as she was able. She wore it well.

On a sunny day when the sun was making some people wear extra layers of sunscreen just to prevent the rays of the sun from having direct contact with their skin, Tracy didn't seem to care much. She only had a cap on and in her company were two police officers, Jason and Uriel. Mr Edward Parker was seated on the couch, while Jean sat in another filing her nails. "Tracy, what a pleasant surprise," Eddy said the moment he saw Tracy who entered with a laptop in her left armpit and a photo portrait in her right hand. "I wish, what brought me here is as pleasant as you claim my visit," Tracy said. "Tracy, language," Uriel said. "What uncle? Let me speak freely," she said.

She smiled at the thought of how much cum and from how many men she had in and on her body since this afternoon. 'You were a naughty girl today, Tracy.' She thought. She took her time in the hot shower, pampered herself with a lavender body oil, put on a baggy T-shirt and got into bed with her laptop and phone. Jim nearly sprinted to the den to check the quality of video that recorded Tracy in her new outfits. He opened up the recorded file and played the video. There were dozens of excellent close ups of Tracy that captured her entire body. One was perfect. It showed her enormous tits under the nearly see-through fabric of her white shirt. It also showed her head turned away from the camera