Vicky Stark Naked Novels & Stories

“Strip. Everything. Fold your clothes neatly and kneel in the center of the room.” My hands shook with excitement as I obeyed. Blouse, skirt, bra, soaked panties — all removed and folded on a nearby chair. I dropped to my knees on the soft black mat, thighs spread, back straight, hands on my thighs. My heavy breasts rose and fell with each breath. My shaved pussy was on full display, glistening, clit visibly swollen and peeking out. Victoria circled me slowly, drinking in every inch of my naked body. She was still fully dressed in her power suit, which only made me feel more exposed. More owned.

STEFAN I sat deep in the leather armchair of my penthouse suite, scotch in hand, shirt half unbuttoned, the city lights bleeding into the room. The air smelled of wealth, lust, and bad decisions. Then the door open and Vicky strolled in Wearing lingerie that barely qualified as clothing. Black lace hugged her curves like sin itself, her heels clicked on the marble floor. “Your penthouse now, huh?” she said, tossing her purse on the bed with a smirk. “Guess I’ve been demoted, no more mansion sex for the side chick. Perks of dating a married man.”

Morning light sliced through the kitchen blinds in sharp golden bars. Vicky stood at the counter pouring coffee, trying to act normal. Her hands shook just enough to make the mug clink against the pot. She wore an oversized T-shirt that barely covered her thighs—no bra, no panties, nipples poking against the thin cotton like they were begging for attention.

She was excited to see she's beautiful enough to make a handsome man like him stare at her. Lesnar had worked with hundreds of clients. He had worked with all kinds of ladies. Beautiful, ugly, tall, short, skinny, fat. Girls with breathtaking shapes and tempting asses, but Vicky… she stood out immediately. Beautiful face, skin that seemed to glow, and a body that matched her soft packages. A portable full breast that fit perfectly under her frame and hips that curved into a perfect ass that would make most women in his videos jealous. “Please,” he gestured toward a comfortable chair across from his desk. "Have a seat."

I enter onto the landing and to my absolute horror, find Vicky walking out of Reuben’s alpha rooms, scantily dressed. She was wearing one of his T-shirts, a grey one with a rock band tour image on the front and the tour dates listed on the back. Even worse she had no bottoms on, she was only wearing lace panties which I could see slightly under the T-shirt. Her hair messy, sexy bed hair and I didn’t need a science degree to realise that not only did they share the bed but that they were sexually active, as I thought. She reaches her bedroom door and only just notices me on the landing watching her. She acts flustered…embarrassed but Vicky doesn’t embarrass easily. It wouldn’t surprise me if

He’d call me…gorgeous. “I want to put it on,” I murmured, my eyes finding his. “The condom. I want to put it on…for you,” Mr Stark stops breathing for a second before he nodded. He was quick to undo his belt, sliding the pants down. He took off the now buttonless shirt. I let out a shaky breath, watching his cock resting against his stomach. Fuck, I don’t think I can stop the shock every time I see him naked. He’s glorious, with all the tattoos. His upper body had more tattoos with only the left side of the leg tattooed up.

she admitted, winking. Vicky snickered and lowered her head for a second. "You are just too much fun," she said, smiling. "I have to say though, I'm really interested in seeing your husband's cock," she said. Vicky smiled. "I'm sure you'll get to if people actually start to get naked," she said. "He's not really shy about it anymore. He's really well adjusted considering most people's reaction to it. But... it's not like he has much opportunity to be nude around others or anything."

They were about to pounce on me until he raised his arm, and they stayed right back. That brief moment, my life flashed before my eyes, I stripped naked, my blouse and skirt dropped to the floor. "Stark. Naked." He said in a low punctuating tone. I swallowed.. hesitating but I have to live, my panties dropped revealing my smooth shaven cunt right to him, I unclipped my brassieres, and my breast naked, nipples naked and hard before his prying eyes.

“Come out, you fool. Now.” The velvet curtains shuddered, and Vicky emerged slowly, reluctantly, from the dark nook. He was pale, his eyes wide and unfocused, his entire posture radiating shock and a terrifying, intoxicating excitement. The sight of his wife—glistening with sweat, clad in leather and mesh beneath the sheer cover—was paralysing. Vicky could not look at Suman’s face; his eyes were fixed on her body, still reflecting the primal violence of the act he had just witnessed. He was shivering slightly, drawn and repelled simultaneously.

The red lace gave way instantly, shredding under the brute strength of his hands. I let out a startled gasp, my eyes widening as the cool air of the room hit my exposed, dripping pussy. The raw vulnerability of being stripped bare in such a violent way sent a thrill of wicked dopamine through my veins. I wasn't given a second to react, to process the loss of my underwear, or to even draw a proper breath before Marcello lowered his head. He didn't ease into it. He went straight for the kill, his mouth slamming home as he kissed my clit.