Woman Strips Nude Novels & Stories

She stood there, her breath shaky, fingers brushing nervously against her sides. “Strip,” he ordered. Her eyes widened, pulse thundering. “Right here? Now?” Right. No questions allowed. She clenched her jaw, fighting the sting of humiliation that mixed with a strange thrill crawling along her skin. The awareness of his eyes on her was heavy and warm. Slowly, her fingers went to the first button of her oversized shirt. Her hands shook, but she kept going, even as heat crept up her neck. She shut her eyes, trying to block out the embarrassment, trying to swallow down the vulnerability biting at her.

Nelly lifted Laura's arms in the air and slipped her dress up over her head, leaving Laura sitting there in just her see-thru lace undergarments. Next, she unclasped Laura's bra, freeing her luscious, full tits. Laura stared into Nelly's eyes, totally submitting to the moment. She let Nelly lay her down on her back. She even lifted her butt off the couch to help Nelly pull her panties off. Laura was now completely naked in the back room of a strip club, waiting, fidgeting, as she watched Nelly return to her husband.

He needed to extinguish this fire. "You! How dare you kiss me without my consent." Lisa pointed her slender fingers at Brad. "Why are you making a fuss? Aren't all these normal for a woman like you?" Brad coldly said. "Yeah, a woman like me- who don't have the right to live her life on her own way- a woman who was forced to sell her body- a woman who everyone looked down- a woman who don't have any dignity any shame." Lisa yelled, fresh and hot tears rolled down her cheeks.

James stripped off his shirt without hesitation, muscles flexing as he tossed it aside, then kicked off his shoes and trousers. He stood in nothing but black boxers, cock already half-hard, the outline thick and heavy. “Strip,” he said, eyes locked on her. “Everything.” Lila’s fingers shook as she untied her apron, unbuttoned her blouse, let it fall. Bra next, nipples hardening in the evening air. Skirt slid down her legs, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of her shoes and stood in only the black lace panties, caramel skin glowing in the sunset.

"My name's Philip, P.H.I.L.I.P, can you call me that?" "Geez, okay, Philip, can I talk now?" He arched an eyebrow and the younger sighed nodding. "So, I have a doubt" "Go ahead, I have to go home" He said impatiently. "You're a stripper, right? The goddamn know stripper Philip, the one who works at the most famous nightclub and the boy everyone wants to fuck with... Hm, who's virgin, how ironic" Mikhail Winters said with sarcasm dripping from his mouth "Philip James, the untainted stripper, right?"

The taller one stood behind her, pressing the barrel of his gun lightly against her lower back. “Strip,” the taller one ordered. Sarah’s hands trembled as she pulled her tank top over her head, revealing her full breasts. She hesitated, then slid her sleep shorts and panties down her legs, stepping out of them. She stood completely naked , 32 years old, curvy, soft in all the right places, her nipples already hardening from fear and the cool air. Mark’s eyes were wide with horror. “Sarah… baby, you don’t have to, ”

Two hefty men barrel into the windowless room, staring between us. "Strip her!" She orders. I shudder as the men come closer. I try to attack them but the chains binding my wrists restrict me. Latching onto my arms, one of the men holds me still while his fellow strips me bare. I know the negligee I'm putting on is hardly covering me but having a man that isn't Logan strip me naked twists my head. I cry and scramble but he proceeds. His fingers glide over my skin as he removes the negligee. I stand naked before their devouring eyes. Sinai grins and orders the man to dress me in the bloody dress.

I was seeing a live naked woman for the first time! She had her legs slightly apart and I could see that her bush was trimmed for the bikini. She started back slowly fingering her clit in circles then up and down. Her whimpers made my cock even harder. I laid on my side to get a little relief. I could see a bulge in my shorts as my underwear tried to hold in my hard on.

“Strip. Slowly. Fold your clothes neatly and place them on the chair.” My hands trembled as I pulled the black dress over my head, revealing I’d worn nothing underneath. No bra. No panties. My nipples were already tight peaks, my pussy lips swollen and glistening under the low lights. Jax’s gaze burned as he watched every movement. When I was completely naked, he stepped forward and ran one finger lightly down the center of my body — from my collarbone, between my breasts, over my stomach, stopping just above my clit. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “And already dripping for your lesson.”

“Strip for me, Mira. I want to see all of you.” My hands trembled slightly with nerves and excitement as I obeyed. I unbuttoned the rest of my blouse slowly, letting it slide off my shoulders and drop to the floor. Then I unzipped my skirt, pushing it down along with my soaked panties. I reached back and unclasped my bra, letting my full breasts spill free. I stood there completely naked in front of him, skin flushed, nipples already hard.