Bruce Greenwood Nude Novels & Stories

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

The guy sent me a faceless nude, a Latino guy who looked fit and large, wearing just a little cross on a chain with a hard cock that must have been 8+ inches. Omg, nice, I pulled over and texted him for a while, sent him some pics of my little ass and hole, clean shaven. And I sent pics of my body and face, I'm 5'8 and kinda muscular. He said to me, "I'll pound it and make u suck." I'm gonna refer to him as J.

“What’s wrong, sweetie? Don’t you want to see?” I take a deep breath and look up. The picture on the screen shows Bronx and me posing, looking directly at the camera. Our bodies are intertwined with him behind me. We are both clearly naked. He has right arm wrapped around me, covering my breasts and left leg wrapped around the front, covering my crotch. I smile at how beautiful the photo is. His eyes are so intense, looking at the camera.

"I'm not dating Hudson. I don't want him, Bruce. I want you!" I heard the words right after they left my mouth, and I knew I sounded completely insane, but I didn't care. Bruce froze. His eyes turned entirely dark with pure lust. "Take off your clothes," he ordered. I didn't hesitate for a single second. I let my clothes drop to the floor until I was standing completely naked in front of him. I looked up at him, my body shivering. He walked over and gripped my jaw tightly, staring me straight in the eye. "Get on the bed and arch your back."

Even if it was just to make her pregnant. They finally agreed not to screw her if they could have her for arousal to help them cum. "You want to fantasize about my wife as you masturbate?" I asked. "Not only that," Gordon replied. "We want to see some pictures of her nude." Greg added, "No! We want to see her nude. Let us at least see her dressed very sexy and with very little clothes on like a short see through gown or something. Make her show us her little titties and pull her panties down at least."

His arm loosely wrapped around my neck securing me. Is this his other way of fencing me? The next photo of Bruce was lying on the ground naked bathing in his own blood. I looked at Grip then back to the video. Every time the note on the song raised blood splattered on the screen. It was followed by a short clip when the chandelier crushed Suzy and bountiful blood splattered on the screen forming the words ‘Who’s next?’ with monstrous laughter in the background. “I know who’s next,” I mumbled.

A sex party? what? "Huh?", I mumbled. Mr Greenwood chuckled and went to the jacuzzi and stripped backing me, he flexed his muscles. His perfect tattoos looked so goddamn sexy. I couldn't strip, I was having a huge boner right now just looking at him. "No uhm, sorry I'm just here for Mr Greenwood, I'll be at the door sir", I said. "Oh come on Asher, I want to see that dick, take your clothes off", the Lady smoking said.

He wore a white shirt, a yellow and white stripe tie, and a tan suit. The bathroom door swung open. Bruce emerged with a towel around his waist and nothing else. He had shaved. His brown hair was wet. His hard six-pack glistened. Bruce stretched his massive arms up in the air. When he lowered them, he flexed his ridiculously hard and plump pecs. “Fuckin’ show off,” Trevor sneered. “Bastard,” Christopher hissed. Bruce chuckled as he walked his large bulking form to his luggage that was on the dark green loveseat. “Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.”

appeared. I replied with a playful chuckle, refraining from sharing that particular photo. "No, that one doesn't bring out my features. How about this one instead?" I selected another image of me positioned against a wall naked, with my legs spread apart. In the photo, I held a small vibrator against my pussy, my tongue out and my eyes closed. "I think you should send both?" Bella suggested nonchalantly. I stared at the pictures, considering Bella's proposal. She did make a valid point. Honestly, even just gazing at them was getting me aroused. I could only begin to imagine what Bruce's reaction would be when he saw them.