Woman Strips Nude Novels & Stories

But now, they were all watching. They saw her fall apart. They saw the collar. They saw the game she had already lost. He withdrew his fingers and licked them. “You taste like surrender.” She couldn’t speak. He stood. “Strip.” Her heart stopped. “What?” “I said,” he repeated calmly, “strip.” She looked around. Men. Women. All waiting. Curious. Expectant. She should’ve refused. She stood instead. Hands trembling, she unhooked the bra first, letting her breasts spill free. Then the skirt. Then the heels. Naked, flushed, and wet, she stood before the crowd, shaking.

She threw it down. Her hand rested on my belly, warm and enticing. She rubbed my belly in circles as she leaned into my ear. "Sluts shouldn't wear bras. Your tits don't need support. Of if they do, use a halter bra so your nipples will be poking at the cloth." "Wow, I didn't know," I said, smiling. The woman unhooked my bra and took that off. The cameras were recording me being stripped naked while the man watched. I was so excited. The woman slid her hands around me from behind and found the waistband of my pants. She unsnapped the fly.

Amanda was shy standing there with only her pant and bra in front of the woman who stare at her like she’s scanning her body. “ remove your undies” she said still staring at Amanda who was wondering what’s happening. “ I can bath myself please “ Amanda said looking at the girls and the woman. “ next time tell that to the boss. Girls, help her out” she ordered for the two maids to strip off her bra and pant with a scissors leaving her standing all naked. Amanda was very embarrassed that she try to intertwined her legs to cover her vagina while covering her breast with her both hands. “Shave her clean” the woman ordered for the girls to carry a shaving cream and shaving stick which makes Amand

I gasped between giggles. Red wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. “It wasn’t really awkward. Like I said earlier, I strip for everyone, not just the men. And those ladies… they are mostly wild. Doing all kinds of things to our bodies…” I raised an eyebrow, still chuckling. “With that kind of body, who wouldn’t get carried away?” Red giggled and struck a playful pose. “We always have to stay in shape so we don’t lose our income. As a stripper, your body is your greatest asset.”

"I'll put it too." "My God Maria! Your complexion is porcelain! Then you will not be born again. The wrap you're working on is only at night," Kitty said. "Well, after all, you are the one in its requirements, right?" Cindy promised and showed Maria the qualification for being a stripper. "It's me," replied Maria. "Yes! You are, but you are not allowed to do that kind of work. Just sell a wrap!” Cindy's sermon. "That's right, we are the only ones who have the right to undress in front of men. You are not allowed. You're still going to school, okay?" Kitty replied.

I began protesting but it was too late. She’d stripped off her nightie, and I watched mesmerized as her round breasts jiggled free. She was completely naked, with no underwear. I swore under my breath. She smiled mischievously at me, pushing her blue hair away from her face, and came to straddle on my lap. You would be fucking stupid to tell your beautiful wife to stop stripping.

“Strip. Slowly. Eyes on me.” Melissa’s hands shook as she reached for the zipper. She peeled the dress down her body, revealing her heavy breasts, soft belly, and thick thighs. No bra. Tiny black thong. She hooked her thumbs in the thong and slid it off, stepping out of her heels. Completely naked now, pale skin flushed pink, full breasts rising and falling with every breath. Kane walked around her in a slow circle. His hand brushed her ass, squeezed one cheek, then slapped it lightly. Melissa gasped.

“No lies tonight.” “I swear—” “Strip.” The word landed like a commandment. Naomi’s fingers shook as she undid the buttons of her blouse. She let it fall. Then unzipped her skirt and let it pool at her feet. She reached behind and unclasped her bra, her nipples already hard from the cool air and tension. She had followed his orders. No panties. She stood naked in the dark, trembling. He touched her back, trailing one finger down her spine.

“Strip her.” Next Rico grabbed the front of her jacket and ripped it off. Then he yanked the torn scrub top the rest of the way open. Her tits bounced free again. Tank stepped up behind her and shoved her scrub pants down to her ankles. She wasn’t wearing panties anymore,Jax had taken them back at the hospital. Elena stood there naked, trying to cover herself with her hands. Rico slapped them away. “Look at these tits,” Rico said, grabbing one and squeezing hard. “Nurse got nice fat ones.”

“Strip. Everything off. I want to see that dripping cunt and those heavy tits bouncing while I destroy you.” My hands trembled as I yanked the cropped white top over my head, letting my big tits spill free. They bounced heavily, nipples dark and rock-hard, begging to be sucked and bitten. Then I shoved the tiny pleated skirt down my hips and stepped out of it, standing completely naked in front of him. My long dark hair was messy, vanilla perfume mixing with the sharp scent of my wet pussy in the air. I was dripping, actual strings of slick running down my inner thighs.