Chloe Coleman 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.

She turned to find him already stripped off, only with his comfortable sleep pants that hugged his waist precariously. Chloe gulped as she stared absentmindedly at her mate's toned body and beautiful abs. She could hardly believe that was the man, who had hovered above her several times on the bed, gripped her tightly and had his way with her, embraced her throughout the night. How come someone as perfect as him be with someone as unsightly as her? “Are you done looking?” Cillian teased her and Chloe quickly came to her senses and pulled her gaze away from his six-pack abs. She looked down in embarrassment, her face turning red all the way to her ears.

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.

"Ten pieces, Max. I need to submit at least ten pieces to qualify. All I've got are the lines I want to release for next season. I can't touch those." Max brushed the tears off her face and gently kissed her lips. "Remember the social media trend? Remember how it turned out for good, babe? We'll weather this storm together." Chloe had thought all along that it had been a mistake. But the turn of events recently proved one thing: Emma had deliberately recorded and uploaded her nude dancing video.

I continued to suck his tip and the inches I could put in my mouth while I stroked the rest of the length. “are you ready for me?” I heard Chloe’s voice from the door and when I turned, I saw her standing naked with a strap-on cock on her waist. I swallowed immediately at the tempting sight of her small breasts and pointy nipples but the sight of the strap-on cock made my pussy drip with need. I knew immediately that I was going to get thoroughly fucked by this couple and at that moment, I couldn’t wish for anything more.

Krista exclaimed in well-acted shock. "Just some pictures I had laying around. I thought maybe it was time they saw the light of day." I reached down to the pile of pictures at Donna's feet, pulling out a truly damning picture. In it Donna was leaning back in a hot-tub, her arms stretched across the back, eyes closed. Her breasts were well up out of the water, and her nipples were clearly hard. Krista was standing between her legs, and leaning towards her, naked as the day she was born, her delicious ass just hovering at the top of the water.

My entire body went hot. Cole Dylan was standing at the edge of his king-sized bed, completely naked. His body was insane… broad shoulders, thick muscle, tattoos covering parts of his back and arms. He looked like a man, not like the boys I was used to. And he was fucking a girl with ruthless intensity.

I only want to give him the best blow job right now seeing his huge cock and its pink cap. Chloe bent under us as she removed my gown out of me. She removed her skirt and top as well. It would get you surprised that we both didn't wear a single thing underneath. Her pussy was big as fuck. I'm straight I know but this one had me yearning for a pussy. She stared at my huge tits with amazement in her eyes. “You have beautiful tits,damn huge" she complimented. That's when I looked at hers,it wasn't that big as mine.

Elena needed the money. The ad was simple it a private artist seeking nude model for long sessions and the pay was good very discreet. She showed up at the loft on a quiet Tuesday afternoon. The artist was named Cole his tall, and doesn't talk much probably in his mid-thirties, with paint-stained hands and a steady gaze. The studio was large and full of natural light. A wide couch sat near the windows. A big wooden table held brushes and sketches. “You can change behind the screen,” Cole said. His voice was calm. “Take your time.”

“Elena. The pool awaits or is the view from the sidelines… satisfying enough?” It was a challenge she couldn’t refuse. Pride and a furious, undeniable curiosity warred within her. With stiff, jerky movements, she stood. She didn’t strip gracefully. She tore her blouse open, buttons flying, and shoved her trousers and underwear down her legs. Her nudity was not an offering, but a defiance. She stepped into the oil, its warmth a shocking contrast to her icy demeanor. She stood apart, watching the trio: Julion fucking Chloe with deep, possessive strokes, Alistair’s head thrown back as Chloe serviced him.