Casey Niles Nude Novels & Stories

"Okay. Do you want on-location or at the studio set?" Ingrid couldn't hide her excitement. "On-location sounds nice." Cade turned to Noah, who was behind him, with a grin. "Noelani, do you want a new nude photo?" Ingrid looked at her boss. "You have a nude photo, sir?" she asked, smiling. "I wasn't nude," Noah said, embarrassed, narrowing his eyes at Cade. "Why did I let you guys convince me back then?” "He was wearing skimpy swimwear," Cade told Ingrid. "The picture is on my I*******m; do you want to see it?"

From the edge of her vision, she noticed Chris settling into a chair in the corner, his eyes darkened by longing as he observed them intently, his hand already moving over the prominent swelling evident in his jeans. Casey’s fingers, skilled and decisive, located the bottom edge of Allie’s shirt and drew it upward over her head. The cooler air made contact with her skin, producing tiny bumps across its surface. Following that, her jeans were unfastened and slid down her hips, leaving her standing there wearing only her basic lace bra and underwear, fully revealed beneath the avid stares of her two closest companions. “Lie back,” Casey murmured, her voice having grown low and raspy.

Letting my curiosity win me over, I turn around slowly and reach into my bag for my phone. Opening the browser, I type his name into the search bar of the adult site. The very first video nearly makes me drop my phone. I stare, frozen, as I watch the image on the screen. Nico is completely naked, towering over a brunette woman. His movements are slow as he pumps his cock into her with a kind of reverence that nearly makes my now swollen center release a tear. And oh god. His length… it is the thickest thing I have ever seen. ~~~~~~~~

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

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—

I cannot bear to imagine that. “Neil!” I exclaimed, pulling the door open, only to pause dead in my tracks when I saw Neil standing naked right under the shower across the large bathroom, with the shower screens open. Both of his hands rested on the glistening tiled wall, the shower released streams of water down against his naked back, running down his tight small ass and manly thighs to his calves and down by his feet. He was just…standing there. All this time, he just stood under a never-ending stream of water? Oh, Neil. He had to be really upset.

I blink five times and my vision I cleared. In front of me stands a very, very sexy Mason. Shirtless might I add. His hair is messy but he manages to pull it off. His shirtless abdomen is chiseld to perfection. Abs all prominent and shit. His sweats hang low very on his hips and his face is sleep filled. His gorgeous brown eyes are half closed and his lips are puffy. Perfection. That's the word to describe this specimen in front of me. I should really stop giving him all these weird names.

The cool air emanating from the conditioners radiates through the entire room, filling it with an air of vitality. “Welcome.” Nile's voice floats into my ears and I turn around to face him. Nile stands in a corner of the room with a weight lifted over his head. He was doing squats. His muscular build was well on display. His eyes met mine and he let out a smile. I was shocked to see Nile smile, especially at me. “Welcome to my playground.” He says as he sets down the weights and walks towards us. His well chiselled body is covered in sweat making him look more alluring. I force my eyes away from his body to look directly at his face.

“You know my daughter Casey. This is not her scene and I would like for you to keep her company. I don’t want her to get bored.” One look at Casey and she was already blushing and ticking a strand of hair behind her ear. It was all an act. She was used to seeing men like me before. There was nothing new about what she saw. She was acting that way so I could see how shy and innocent he was—she wasn’t. Everyone had seen her leaked nudes and videos online. She was a wild spirit. To me, she was a vulture looking for a rich man to sink her claws into.

Nile replied in disbelief, I only responded with a nod, I couldn't think of anything else to dare for him so I think asking him to strip and let Joe and Ashton ogle on his naked body would suffice. Nile stood up and confidently took off his jacket, then followed by his pajamas until only his briefs were left. He looks at me intently and slowly lowered his briefs until his big penis jumped out of his brief like a cobra waiting for some prey. When he took off his brief, he threw it at Joe's direction and it hit his face, knowing Joe he sniffed the fabric of Nile's brief like he's some kind of addict.