Brittney Atwood Nudes Novels & Stories

I screenshotted the pic as Betty looked over my shoulder. “Looks like you have some obligations to meet” She snorted back. “It appears I do” I replied. “Well, one last thing before you go,” Betty said. Betty bent over her couch, pulling down her black yoga pants to reveal her bare ass “Go ahead, grab some pics” She said, and I didn’t hesitate and opened my phone and furiously snapped pics of her spread asshole. “Maybe I can convince Tina to let us do it again,” Betty said, pulling her pants up.

They started less than a week ago, making me sick. She then sends a picture with the tagline Here’s some motivation. The photo is of her breasts and part of her face. It’s that stupid Brandy twat from work. I want to throw the phone away, but I don’t. Instead, I go to the pictures tab to investigate. Sure enough, more than a few of Brandy are in seductive poses, wearing little to no clothing. Plus, many videos of her solo and with Nathan. The first and most recent is from last night.

The tiny girl nodded and replied, "Ok." Beth smirked at the tiny teen's obvious state of arousal. Wanting to draw this out and make the poor horny girl squirm, the older woman asked, "When you and my daughter watched p**n and masturbated together, did you watch the p**n or my daughter as she played with her pussy?" Brittany squirmed in need, but freely admitted, "I mostly watched her when she wasn't looking. I was afraid she might stop if she caught me watching her."

Another clip loaded automatically, they were my private compilation, hours of her spliced together from press events, interviews, and a few stolen paparazzi shots I’d paid way too much for. This one was her at the beach fundraiser with Bella, her white bikini was barely containing those full tits, water glistening on her thighs as she stepped out of the surf. The camera caught the way her nipples peaked against the wet fabric. I groaned loud, hips bucking up into my hand. “Fuck, look at you,” I growled. My strokes grew rougher, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. I twisted my wrist on the upstroke, imagining it was her tight little hand instead.

I almost didn't notice that one of the photos near the bottom of the screen was a selfie of her standing in a bathroom, topless. On autopilot, I tapped the image. It enlarged to fill the screen. Holy shit, she was hot. She was gorgeous like her sister and even the lighting was working pretty well for her. Abbie's hair was down, forming a screen covering most of her breasts. But not all. She was cupping them in both hands, pressing them together in a line of cleavage as long as her forearm. As I stared, eventually I noticed her lower half was only covered by a pair of black satin panties. Zooming in, the screen displayed the outline of her labia.

As Mrs. Dent broke into a run, I followed closely, our eyes glued to the suffocated sight. The rest of my class were all sunbathing on the sandy beach, laughing and chattering as they lay buck naked! Worst of all, some of them were all naked swimming in shallow waters, their private parts showing whenever the waves undulated! Even though there was no one else other than them, Mrs. Dent dashed toward them, her eyes red under her face veil as she shrieked, "Are you all suicidal?! Put on your clothes right now!"

It’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.

I was responsible for my problems. I took the bus. It’d take me at least ten minutes to reach the hospital so I had plenty of time to surf on net. I kept scrolling F******k’s feed to only find out Brandon Grande’s news, he was featured on the men’s fashion page cover with one of his new chick-piece probably. “Sure as hell, she’d be his prey by now.” I thought. But did her nude really matter to her? I mean models confidently present their bodies for nude shoot. It’d not be a big thing for her. She must be used to such men.

Brittany’s torn red bikini top is clutched desperately against her chest. “Strip,” the client orders, voice low and commanding. “Everything off. Slowly.” We hesitate. Our eyes meet — pure hatred mixed with something hotter, more dangerous. I go first. I untie my veil and let it fall, revealing my face for the first time in this club. Brittany’s eyes widen slightly. Then I peel off my tiny black thong, standing completely naked in front of both of them. Brittany follows, dropping her ruined top and sliding her matching bottoms down her long legs. Her big fake tits bounce free, nipples hard. She glares at me the entire time.

Brittney My stomach sank to my feet and I grabbed the phone in her hand. Sure enough, my face was plastered over several blogs. ‘Billionaire businessman and his young mistress leaked’ was the headline on most of them. I don't know how but they managed to get pictures of me from a couple of years back in my cheerleading outfit and made a collage with Andre's pictures. Someone even created a meme out of it. In just a couple of hours, the news has had over 10 million views and reach.