Vanessa Curry Nude Novels & Stories

Vanessa strutted out in a black lace lingerie that barely covered anything, thigh high boots, a leather whip in one hand with an eye mask dangling from her other fingers. Joel’s cock twitched instantly; hardening despite the horror. “Va…Vanessa?” She said nothing, only kept strutting towards me. She dropped to her knees between my thighs, started grinding; hips rolling, tits brushing my chest, ass popping in slow circles. Then she bent, unzipped me slow. My cock sprang free; thick, veined, leaking. “Bigger than I thought,” she purred, licking the shaft from base to tip. “I think I’ll like this.”

Caleb emphasizes and Alistair rolls his eyes at him, his annoyance visible. "Let's see..." Alistair says as he pulls out his phone and starts typing. He hands Caleb his phone and opens Venita's I*******m profile. Caleb scrolled through her posts, his eyes widening as he landed on a stunning photo of Venita lounging by the pool. Venita's curves are accentuated in a sleek, black bikini, her full lips curled into a sly smile. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, partially covering her face and Caleb's gaze lingered on the photo.

Surprise at seeing the audio had recorded something a little after midnight, I played it immediately without pulling up the video. She whispered my name. The sound of her husky voice, low and vibrating with need, went straight to my cock. A small moan followed. I stopped the recording and pulled up her video. Holy shit, her hand was in her panties while her oversized T-shirt was pulled up and her other hand was playing with a breast.

Vanessa was waiting. She stood at the island counter in a thin white sundress that hadn’t been there earlier no bra, nipples visible through the fabric, hem barely skimming mid-thigh. Her hair was pulled into a messy knot, a few blonde strands loose around her face. She looked freshly fucked and still hungry. The second I stepped into the room, she set down the coffee mug she’d been holding and crooked a finger. “Come here.” I crossed the space in three strides. She met me halfway, hands sliding up my chest, pulling me down into a deep, filthy kiss tongue stroking mine, tasting like coffee and want. I groaned into her mouth, hands dropping to grip her ass hard through the dress.

Vanessa said and turned to leave. "You can't do anything, not when I have something you will never imagine." Vanessa stopped and turn. Lisa smiled and stretched out her hand to grab her phone. She opened her gallery and picked some of the pictures and video. She clicked the share button and sent it to Vanessa. "Can you check your phone? I just sent something. Check if it's your pictures." "Pictures of what?" She asked as she opened her phone. A message popped in and she quickly tapped on it. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw her picture. She was totally naked. She opened the second picture. It was a picture of her sucking a dick.

My hands held the blanket tight. I was breathing hard. Tiny moans kept slipping out even though I tried to stay quiet. My hips moved on their own pressing my dick along her ass cheeks. “You’re so warm,” she murmured Suddenly the power suddenly flickered back on. Vanessa stretched lazily and stood up. The oversized t-shirt rode all the way up, flashing her bare ass completely. She had no panties anymore; the white ones must have been discarded somewhere. “I should go check on a few things upstairs,”

Of course she puts me next to hers. “Emma, you’re with me,” she says, smiling like it’s nothing. “Closer to the boss means better networking, right?” I laugh nervously. “Sure, Vanessa.” Inside the tent the air feels too thick. She changes right in front of me, peeling off her hiking shirt without shame. Her bra is black lace. Her breasts are full, nipples already hard against the fabric. I look away, cheeks burning. “You’re tense,” she murmurs. “Come here.”

**Vanessa's POV** I surveyed the hall; the decorations were falling into place just as I'd envisioned. We were halfway through the setup. As I stepped into the room, the soft glow accentuated the hazel depths of my eyes, reflecting a mixture of curiosity and quiet confidence. Cascading curls framed my face, an intricate dance of chestnut waves that whispered tales of their own. Freckles, scattered like stardust, adorned my skin, each one a unique constellation tracing a map of experiences. With a smile that held hints of both mischief and humor.

My uniform felt too tight, my nipples hardening against the bra, begging for attention. Stepping closer, I peeled off my uniform top, buttons straining as my heavy breasts spilled free, barely contained by the lacy black bra. Devante's breath hitched, his cock twitching in his grip. 'Shit, Vanessa, those tits...' I unhooked the bra, letting it drop, my big round breasts bouncing free, nipples dark and pebbled in the cool air. His eyes devoured me, and I felt powerful, wanted, the slutty nurse fantasy coming alive. Kicking off my shoes, I shimmied out of the skirt, revealing matching panties already damp at the crotch. His hand pumped faster, but I batted it away.

I switched, breeding Valerie while Vanessa licked my balls from below. By evening, jealousy simmered low. They dressed in identical sundresses—short, thin fabric clinging to their curves, no underwear so their hard nipples poked through, hems barely covering their asses. We drove to the drive-in, old lot with a big screen. Parked in the back row, few cars around. The movie started—some action flick—but I did not watch. In the dark, I reached under Vanessa's dress first, fingers finding her bare pussy wet and ready.