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With Cover art this good, How could Nakedella be anything but a fun and fantastic romp! Nakedella(Mojocastle Press) - Welcome to the land of FairyTales, Folk Tales and Fables. Follow Nakedella on her rounds as town whore/mistress/courier/submissive and alarm clock. Her client list is extensive, as is the range of intimate encounters that occurs. This book treats the subject of sex with a sense of humor and whimsy that is appropriate to the question, 'what happens when the figures in fairy tales grow up?' Join her with the Butcher, the Baker, the Candlestick Maker, a sneaky gingerbread man, Humpty Dumpty, and a number of others. Prologue Once
upon a time in the Land of Fairy Tales, Folk Tales, and Fables, there
was a woman named Nakedella. She had been named Ella for most of her
life as a dairymaid, but then something happened. She
had been milking Jack Sprat’s cow when he came into the barn behind
her. The next thing she knew, she was on her hands and knees with her
skirt up around her hips. With only a few strokes of his fingers to
prepare her, his hard, hot cock was soon thrusting into her with short
stabbing strokes. She bucked up against him in time, loosening her
bodice to fondle her breasts and was moaning in ecstasy when the cow
kicked her in the head. As
she came to, Jack was gone, her skirt was still up, her blouse open,
and her thighs were sticky with his semen. Her head, however, hurt
like hell. She got up, stumbled home, stripped off and fell into bed. The
next morning, she awoke with a pounding pain in her skull. She tried
to get dressed, but kicked the manure soaked clothing away with a
grunt of disgust. She would just have to go without clothes. At first,
the members of the community were taken aback by her lack of dress,
but as she developed a clientele, they came to accept her quirk. And
so, Dairy Ella became Naked Ella, wandering throughout the village and
going about her chores in the nude. In the temperate climate where
they lived, it was rather comfortable. Jack
Sprat and his wife had moved out of the area and were last seen
fighting over what to have for dinner. Chapter 1 teaser The
first stop on her list was the Butcher. She
walked up to the counter and smiled at the butcher’s apprentice. His
eyes roamed over her golden skin until he managed to meet her eyes. “Is
my order ready?” “My
master left it in the back, lady.” She
sighed, straightened her shoulders and walked into the dark of the
shop. Her bare feet made a small pattering noise on the floor as she
wandered further into the dim, cool confines of the butcher shop.
Goosebumps prickled across her skin as her nipples rose in response to
the frigid temperature. Suddenly,
two hands gripped her hips from behind and drew her back against
strong thighs and a definite erection. Nothing seemed to separate his
flesh from hers as his penis slid between her thighs while he drew her
back and forth in an insistent manner. Knowing
what was expected of her, she shrieked softly and attempted to get
away. Her basket dropped to the floor and her hands tried to break his
grip as he pulled her back against him. Their bodies connected with
the sharp slap of naked skin. Her
pussy wept as his grip hardened to keep her half-hearted struggles
under control. She loved this part. He reached over to the workbench
and picked up the knife that he had prepared for her visit. She
stood motionless as the knife came to rest on her throat. “Bend
over and put your hands on the bench.” She
followed his direction and was unsurprised to find the knife trailing
down her spine, leaving a sharp itch in its wake. As she straightened
to move away from it, the blade stopped and pressed into her left
buttock. “Don’t
move. Every time you move, you get cut.” Nakedella
whimpered and stilled. The
knife continued its maddening journey, trailing down her back, around
her ass, and up across her belly to her breasts. “Hold
still.” His free hand kept her hips from moving as the blade glided
over her straining nipples. The sharp sting caused her breath to hitch
as the blunt head of his cock sought entrance to her body. Her
arms tensed as she prepared for his first thrust. She braced herself
as he relentlessly forced himself into her with a grunt. If she
didn’t hold completely still the knife would dig into her breasts.
She made the mistake of moving once. That once was more than enough. Her
earlier preparation paid off as her vagina accepted him easily. The
juices flowed more freely than they would have otherwise. As
the head of his cock rubbed against the front wall of her cunt, she
held still, shivering and gasping with sweat blooming on her body as
he rocked and stroked within her. Long minutes passed and her arms
trembled with the effort of holding herself still when the knife
clattered to the floor. With
a groan and a final hard plunge the butcher drove into her and his
cock ejected its seed far within her. His head fell forward onto her
back and she felt his sweat mingle with her own as he struggled to
regain his senses. “Thank
you. The order is by the bench. See you in two weeks?” The voice was
husky in her ear and she felt the wet slide of his phallus as he
pulled out of her. “Yes,
thank you. Same time?” “Agreed,
perhaps I will have a little something more involved for you to play
with while you are here.” She
shivered, partially in anticipation and partially in fear. He was a
very creative man, with very specific tastes, tastes that both
thrilled and scared her in equal amounts. Nakedella
moved stiffly over to the paper-wrapped order that had been left Purchase this enchanting romp HERE!
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