Voluptuous Women Novels & Stories

Running to her mother Penelope who was getting her nails polished by a maid Isabella fell to her lap and showed her the photos. Pushing her daughter up, Penelope sighed, “Don’t get unnecessarily hysterical. All successful men draw women like moths to flame. Worse if they are handsome and hot like Mathew Hill. If you want him as husband, get a thick skin asap. Your father has had many mistresses all his life and still has women half my age chasing him even though he is touching sixty! But do you see me unduly perturbed? Let him have his fun. Just ensure that you remain the wife. And enjoy the wealth”

Mistress Ais asked unto no one but before the last echoes of her words rang out to nihility, another woman graced the scene and the sweet smelling fragrance of lusty promise scattered for everyone's senses to relish. "FUCK ME!" "How could that alien have this many priceless women around following him?" "And the two of them seem to be battling for the alien man's attention!" "How could the heavens be so cruel to us and give us fat ugly women to see when we go home?! “UNFAIR!” These were the natural lament of the men but this did not mean that they were the only ones who were wailing their fates for how cruel it had made fun of their luck. "I wish i was that pretty!"

It would be easy to seduce her. Fortunately, she wasn't my type. My typical mistresses were sophisticated and fierce. Women who lavished hours in saloons and gyms, trying to look good. Exotic women who knew how to seduce a man and make him play their games. Women who kept their lips red and their hearts black. Who would greet me in silk lingerie and always had my favorite vodka chilled in the freezer. They welcomed me to bed and spoke little, allowing me to exert my dominance.

I haven't even assigned any of my men to secretly follow her. The women I asked Hugo to find me are already waiting for me in my penthouse when I push the door open. I have been to the Velvet House many times, the place is tailor made for men like us. It's an elite strip club that houses women who are not only skilled dancers. These women are trained to be able to give you an experience you will never forget. I slam my door closed, head to the minibar and pour myself a drink before sitting on the couch. Three ladies stand before me dressed in nothing but lacy lingerie barely covering their nakedness.

Chase, who had entered Yara's sea of consciousness, saw two beautiful women. One of them was Yara. Yara was bound up by a black rope that was burning with spectral fire. They looked menacing. The other woman was a beautiful middle-aged woman in black. She was covered with black flames. Her fair upper breasts were exposed. She had a beautiful face that did not seem to age. That woman was beautiful, but not as gorgeous as Yara. However, she was extremely seductive and had eyes that teased. Her extremely confident mannerisms gave her even more charm.

The thrill of their collective dominance, the taboo of this sacred orgy, pulsed through me, my clit throbbing despite the exhaustion, a testament to the insatiable desire they’d awakened. The raven-haired leader rose, her crimson robe slipping to the floor, revealing her naked form, her breasts full and nipples hard. “The caress begins,” she announced, her voice a sultry command, guiding me to a larger velvet-draped platform in the center of the room. The silver-haired woman followed, her sheer gown discarded, her slender body glistening with oil, a mischievous glint in her eye as she carried a tray of toys—vibrators, dildos, and a double-ended strap-on. The brunette, her curls wild, shed he

Beautiful, polished, each one unique in their elegance and allure. There were women with hair as golden as sunlight, some dark and mysterious, with ebony skin that seemed to catch the moonlight just right. Others had bronzed, caramel skin, with striking dark eyes that smoldered even from a distance. Tall, slim women with sculpted cheekbones and feline grace strode confidently, while curvier women with bright, inviting smiles followed behind, moving with ease like they belonged here. A few petite women with wide, doe-like eyes and a shy, skittish demeanor clung to the arms of their taller friends, clearly uncomfortable yet just as stunning.

Her appearance, from her delicate brows and eyes to her petite nose and cheeks, exuded a womanly beauty and charm, seductive and alluring. From the crowd emerged a woman in her thirties, dressed flamboyantly. The woman wore a purple evening gown, her light yellow hair cascading down her back. Her curvy figure, accentuated by a matching gown waistband, made her appear voluptuous and enticing. Such maturity, beauty, and composure in a woman could captivate any man for a long time, making her unforgettable. “Are you really establishing a company?” the woman asked, stepping forward. The crowd turned their gaze towards her. The woman in the purple gown, with her voluptuous figure, stepped forward

Another poured beer over her glistening skin, the men eagerly lapping up the frothy liquid as it splashed onto their faces. A smile graced the woman's lips as she enjoyed her moment in the limelight, the other women at the club watching her with envy. She was a beautiful blonde with long, silky hair, an angelic face, and a perfect, hourglass body. She looked like the girl next door, yet she was shaking her ass for a bunch of horny drunks. "I love you!" shouted one of her admirers as he stuffed money into her panties. "Me too!" screamed another as he threw more cash.

There was nothing special about her, nothing at all. He conjured an image of Violet in her form fitting dress, making sure to include all of the old fucks who’d spend the night drooling into their whiskey’s as they stared at her curves. A flash of irritation made me grit my teeth. These married and mated men were more than willing to pay to fuck her, while their rail-thin wives crooned about the weight she carried. Half of the old crones had never seen a woman with curves before and prided themselves on their sickly looking wolves.