Carly Baker Nude Novels & Stories

Elara’s phone screen lit up with a notification that stopped her heart cold. An unknown email address had sent a video file titled “Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret.” Her fingers trembled as she opened it. The footage began playing automatically. There she was, completely naked, riding Jax hard in the Big Sur cabin, her head thrown back in ecstasy while he gripped her hips and thrust up into her. The camera angle was perfect, capturing every explicit detail. Every moan. Every slap of skin. Every creampie he had filled her with.

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 swear, you won’t get away with what you did.” Carlos tilted his head, his smirk widening. “Ohh… really? I won’t?” He slid his phone from his pocket with slow, deliberate movements. The glowing screen lit up. Then, with a simple tap, he played a video. A moaning sound filled the silence, echoing in the small room. Arden froze, his body numb, his face draining of color as the realization hit him. “Just one click,” Carlos said, his smirk cruel and satisfied, “and your nude will be all over the Internet.”

SEX WITH THE PHOTOGRAPHER AND HIS MODELS Sally and Jenny exchanged a glance. They knew the beach was secluded, but taking off their bras? They both glanced at Jake, who arched a brow in expectation. Sally felt her pussy throb so hard. Who cared what was happening. She needed release. She unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the sand and watched Jenny follow suit. Their breasts, full and perky, were now on full display. Jake whistled, licking his lips hungrily. Marcus grinned. Perfect. He now had videos for their p**n site. Two lovely models getting fucked on the beach.

Caroline was not resisting at all, she was moaning, and foul words kept flowing out of her mouth when she was given seconds to catch her breath. Caroline was lying on a table, naked, surrounded by men with their clothes kept as is, and only their cocks were pulled out of its confinements. Her hands were both busy fondling one shaft on each, her mouth was filled with one after another, her lower torso was twisted to its side, hanging by the end of the table while a man was taking her anal and another was banging her pussy. Denisse could keep her eyes off Caroline, she was starting to feel wet, but the pornographic view she was watching was right in front of her. She had the fear she was going

"I agree. Let's see what kind of ruckus you two are going to cause out here." Kara blushed deeper and glanced over at Kelly. Duncan was proud to see that she wasn't blushing. She was getting much more confident and comfortable with herself, and was realizing how gorgeous she was when she was scantily clad. She smiled comfortingly at the other redhead and pulled the small shorts off. The front of the bikini was only slightly more modest than her top had been. There was a diamond of fabric that barely covered her pubic hair, covering her pussy and sliding backwards before it turned into a string that slid up between her butt cheeks. She spun around to let him see the rest.

The curtains were heavy velvet, but I eased them apart just enough to see. The backyard was lit by floodlights that turned the falling snow into glittering diamonds. A woman (completely naked) lay sprawled on the frosted grass like it was a summer beach. Her skin glowed pale against the white, long dark hair fanned out around her head, arms stretched above her in deliberate surrender. She arched her back, breasts high, thighs parted just enough to be obscene and artistic at the same time. She looked fearless. Owned. Radiant. And kneeling in front of her, camera raised to his eye, was Cassian.

"What if someone comes?" Caroline laughed. "Who? Our friends are away. Mom's at work." She shrugged. "Take a chance, bro." She fixed him with a look. "You want to see me naked? Fine, but I have to see you naked, too. A special offer which might never be repeated, to celebrate National Nude Day." Carl stared at her. "Okay," he said slowly. "It's a deal." "Great," said Caroline, throwing the newspaper down and springing lithely to her feet. She opened her robe to reveal her bikini. "I'll go and dump this in my room. See you in the pool." She grinned. "Don't forget to move the van!"

The thin, transparent gown did nothing to hide the tiny bikini underneath, as the cold metal of the nipple clips bit into my tender flesh with each shallow breath I took. The chains attached to them swayed, a heavy, ticking pendulum against my bare stomach. I could feel every stare, the shocked, the lewd, the hungry, scorching my skin. This is it. This is how I beat Sally. Carl, gave me a thumbs-up from behind the handheld camera. “We’re live the moment we start,” he said. “Thousands of people could be watching.” A guy across the aisle pointed at Carl’s phone. “Wait… are you streaming her?”

The lawyer asked. Carolyn opened a notebook and read: "In May 2018, our family went camping at Carpenteria State Beach in California. I made sure I was nude when Dad entered our tent. I made no move to cover myself. He backed out of the tent and went for a walk, alone. In June of the same year, I entered the shower at home while he was showering. Instead of touching me or anything, he got out of the shower. His penis did react favorably to my nudity, but he did nothing other than become erect." "Are those the only two incidents?"