Carson Barry Nude Novels & Stories

Her voice, a sultry whisper, commanded, ''Take off your pants too. My cock throbbed at her words, pulsing with anticipation. In one swift motion, I stripped off my pants and underwear, freeing my nine-inch monster. It stood at full attention, ready for her, as her eyes widened with a mix of lust and admiration. I gazed at Barbara, catching her eyes locked on my cock. She gulped, her cheeks flushing slightly. The hunger in her stare made my dick throb even harder, and I knew she noticed. Without a moment's hesitation, she began snapping pictures of me, circling like a predator, capturing every angle as if planning to create a 3D model of my body.

“Well, I think it’s time for a renegotiation. I mean, it’s always the same: big cock yada yada yada, muscles yada yada yada, long, blond hair yada yada yada, better in the sack—do you actually have sex with these random guys?” “Of course I do! I wouldn’t lie to you. Is that what you think? That I’m lying? That these guys don’t exist?” Barbara sat down on the bed and ran her fingers over his chastity device, playing with his caged cock, running her little fingernail over the skin that was reachable through the slits and fondling his balls. “Do you want me to bring one home, fuck him in front of you?” She could already see his skin swelling, filling any available wiggle room. Barbara arrived h

she squealed and giggled as he smacked her bare ass three or four times. "Your turn, Stephanie!" Carson grinned. He lay her down on her back on the top of an old air conditioning unit that stood beside them. Curvy little Stephanie raised her legs into the air, turning them back and forth to show off her beautiful calf muscles and her luscious white thighs. Once again her skirt flipped over her waist, and she lay there—totally exposed and vulnerable—just waiting to get reamed. Carson dropped his pants to the street and stepped out of them. His massive cock bounced invitingly as he stepped up to the plate, roughly spreading Stephanie's legs as he grinned wickedly at her.

One of them — Tyler, I was almost certain it was Tyler — was standing with his hand on his hip, completely nude, talking to someone I couldn’t see, gesturing with the kind of animated emphasis that suggested a story being told at full volume. One guy — blond, enormous, tattooed — walked past the camera completely naked, scratching his stomach. Another was drying his hair with a towel that was emphatically not around his waist. Another was bent over, reaching into a lower locker, and the angle was — The camera whipped back. Chase’s face filled the screen. Close. Flushed. The specific shade of red that came from exertion and something adjacent to horror. “You didn’t see anything,” he said. “I—

we want pictures of 💪 Wilder✨ My arm? Um okay Handsome role model😍 No no of down there Wilder✨ Down there? Asher🗿 YOUR ABS WILDER!! Wilder✨ oh... I don't have pictures of that The other Mr. Mendes Good! We don't want to see any imaginary abs Mr. Carson But I did The other Mr. Mendes No that's disgusting! How would you like it if I would put my thighs on here? Nikolai‼️

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

As I entered her room the first thing I saw was Barbara sucking a dick and not Johnathan’s dick, she was sucking some random guy’s dick actually three random guys were standing naked in the room "Hey girl come to join me, I can’t have all this dick alone" "Jeez! Barb you are crazy, haven’t you had enough already" "Girl, you need to chill, I just broke up with Jonathan, and as you can see I’m fucking sad and I need some dick to cheer me up. Boy number three go get her" The man walked closer to me as he held his dick and was wiggling it around. Sometimes I wonder how they feel comfortable roaming around without clothes.

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”

Greg braced himself on the door. Carrie had a sly grin. Her plump lips were painted red, but that was all he could see of her face. The screen was taken over by smooth, flawless skin spanning from her throat down to her chest. Shoulders bare, Greg could tell she was naked. Presented in the photo was his boss’s cleavage. She had one hand on one of her breasts, which was pushed up so that Greg could see almost its whole size. She was fondling her breasts while texting Greg.

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.