Vera Banks Nude Novels & Stories

Veronica unsnapped her strapless bra and pushed her panties down. Immediately Nic's dick got hard. Her body could keep his attention during the middle of a war. Her nipples resembled hard chocolate pebbles, beckoning for his attention. Her thin waist, toned stomach and wide hips only fed his lustful wants. Veronica was feeling so hot. She wanted to get him back for making her cut the tour short and then holding out on sex. Oh yes, he was about to pay.

The gentle current of the river itself seemed to momentarily still. Vera glided forward effortlessly, appearing untouched by the mundane world she ruled. Her golden hair shimmered brightly in the morning sunlight, perfect waves cascading over a silk gown worth far more than ten years of my meager life. She stopped directly in front of me and looked down with utter disdain, as if I were nothing more than a piece of rotting filth stuck to her expensive shoe. “What exactly is going on here?” she asked, her voice soft, dangerously sweet—like poisoned honey. “And why,” she added, her gaze sharpening to a cruel point, “is trash like you lying on the ground?”

"Come here, Vera." Vera looked at him with a seductive glint in her eyes, as she drew closer. She stood straight, making her chest more pronounced, she smiled at him. "Strip!" Vera brought her hands over her chest, a seductive glint could be seen in her eyes as she unbuttoned her shirt. Exposing her buxomness, As her large breasts spilled out of her brassiere.

She hissed as I rubbed against her clit, so soft, my fingers barely touching, but I knew she felt it as she tried to find my fingers by moving her hips greedily. I chuckled at the look on her face. She looked at me dazedly, shaking her head. “What?” Vera looked at me, her eye wide and lustful. “What are you laughing for?” “Because you look like you have never been touched by a man.” “Smug... bastard. I love it. I love you.” *** (Vera)

"I bet it's one of those old men she sleeps with to secure interviews and stuff. I can't believe she's like this. I'm so ashamed of her. I wonder how she sleep at night knowing that she's a whore!" Vera sneered. "I bet she sleeps just fine. I mean, look at her smiling and talking with Gina. Did you see how beautiful she looked today? Does she look like who didn't sleep well last night? I bet she met a sugar daddy at Los Angeles. That's the only reasonable explanation."

Vera We were at a gallery opening the next week. Lots of people in nice clothes looking at pictures on the walls. Soft music played. Uncle Ryan had his camera bag with him like always. I wore a simple black dress. My heart beat fast the whole time because I knew what was in that bag. He stood close while we looked at a big painting. His voice was quiet so only I could hear. “Remember the photo from the studio? The one where you’re bent over the table, crying a little, my cock stretching you for the first time. I have it right here.”

Xen called later, right after Vera stepped out of the shower covered only in a towel. Her wet hair hung loose around her shoulders, dripping slowly over her skin, and the towel sat low enough that her chest was almost fully exposed. When the hologram opened, Xen went still. His throat moved as he swallowed, and for a moment, all the controlled general energy he carried cracked right through the middle. He tried to keep his face calm, but his eyes betrayed him before his mouth could. Vera saw it immediately and almost smiled.

The only thing that mattered was the woman in front of me refusing to break. Nyx hovered above, laughing that cold, ringing laugh. “Look at him,” she called down. “The great Nightmoor alpha, standing there useless while his mate drowns in power she can’t control. How poetic.” I bared my teeth. “Keep talking. Makes it easier to remember where I’ll aim when this is over.” Vera glanced back at me—just a quick look over her shoulder. Her emerald eyes were bright, too bright, like stars about to burn out. But she smiled. Small. Tired. Real.

“People are so strange, aren't they?” Amani shrugged and smiled. “I don’t know, I actually find it kind of exhilarating.” Veronica set down her teacup and leaned in closer towards Amani. “Then you shouldn’t have a problem painting me nude, then.” Amani spit out her tea in shock, spraying it all over Veronica. “Oh my Goddess! I am so sorry!” She hurriedly grabbed a towel and started wiping off Veronica’s face and neck, turning bright red out of pure embarrassment.

“I remember everything, especially you, And now here you are, breaking into my house, hard because of me.” She let the robe fall. Her breasts and toned body were on full display. “So what are you going to do, Detective? Arrest your old classmate… or finally fuck me like I always wanted?” Kane’s cock throbbed painfully. “This is dangerous, Vera.” “Then why are you still here?” She walked right up to him, pressing her naked body against his. “I’ve been wet since the interrogation room, you want this pussy, don’t you?” Kane grabbed her suddenly and slammed her back against the tall bookshelf. Books rattled, Vera moaned as his big hand wrapped around her throat.