Elliot Norris Nude Novels & Stories

Charles unlocked his phone and slid it towards Kelley over the counter. Kelley grabbed the phone and pressed play on the video. Norah came into view, wearing nothing but a collar around her neck. She was on her hands and knees, a circle of men seated around her as she crawled towards one man. Kelley recognized the plush suite from his father’s hotel. Norah looked directly at the camera as another man came into view from behind and slapped her hard on her ass. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. The man produced a dildo and shoved it into her. She gripped the man in front of her, her hands fisting his pants. “Yes, just like that.” Her voice was breathy and she panted as the man kept p

I’m not going to send him a nude, especially since his picture is foggy anyway. Instead, I open the camera and stand in front of the living room mirror. I made sure my phone is in front of my face. It's just my op half on the screen, with maybe my shirt pulled down just a tad to reveal more of my shoulders and collarbones. It's not particularly sexy or anything like that. I could’ve probably done a way better job. -Norali: Picture

Mariah knew that this was a marriage of convenience, as did Beta Leo and Gamma Erik. My mind shifted back to the present moment as I stood in front of Elliot, wide-eyed at his suggestion. “Are you sure?” I finally asked him, feeling suddenly breathless. Instead of answering, he started to unbutton his shirt. My heart nearly leaped into my throat as his abs were revealed to me. He slowly slid his shirt off his body and placed it on the chair on top of his jacket. “Do artists usually have nude models for painting? Do you like that?” He asked, his eyes never leaving mine.

Elias and I were dancing at some pack event, his hand on my waist, my smile strained but passable. The next was worse. Us on a couch, his arm around me, his head tilted to mine like lovers sharing a secret. Slide after slide flashed by, each more damning than the last, the crowd cooing at the carefully constructed illusion. Then the video started. The collective gasp was audible. There, in stark clarity, was Elias. Naked. On his knees. With another woman. The footage was grainy but unmistakable, his hands gripping her hips, his mouth on her throat, her moans loud enough to echo across the garden.

I feel Elliot’s hand gripping the hem of my shirt as he whispers, “I want to see your sexy body.” Lifting my arms to help him, Elliot removes my shirt and his eyes stare lustfully at my large boobs. Without warning Elliot leans forward sucking the soft skin of my cleavage making me gasp in excitement as he reaches around to unhook my bra, completely exposing my naked breasts to him. “God your boobs are so fucking sexy.” Elliot says taking my left breast in his hand rubbing gently and my right nipple in his mouth, making me moan. “Mmmm Elliot that feels so good.” I say breathing heavily. Running my hands through his hair I pull him closer to my chest.

She followed the sound to an open bedroom door and stopped dead in her tracks. Mr. Lorenzo was sitting on the edge of his bed, completely naked. His muscular body was tense with pleasure. One strong hand was wrapped around his thick, hard cock, stroking it slowly. His eyes were glued to his phone. On the screen, Elena recognized one of the videos she had posted on I*******m last month—her in a tight top, dancing playfully at a friend’s party, her breasts bouncing with every move. He was jerking off to her.

Nate replied like a man confident in his best friend status. Elliot’s lips curved involuntarily, “Well, there you go.” “Is she beautiful? Have you fallen for her? I can’t believe that Mrs. H let another woman move in on her turf. Hell, you don’t even bring girls home to fuck them, you get a hotel room.” Elliot felt his cheeks flush, “Just do it, fuck-head, I will see you tonight.” He hung up the phone just as Mandy started up the steps out of the pool. She was wearing a black bikini, and her belly was small and round. He felt an insane urge to touch it.

“Speak ill of your sister? Why would I? I know you all will be saying, Oh, because she’s my ex, that’s why I want to tarnish her reputation. That's not it. Lucas is my friend, and I would like to look out for him. Nora here isn’t just a banker or an accountant or, rather, a businesswoman. She’s also a whore and I have proof of it,” he said, staring straight at me. “Would you like to see Emma?” He questioned. “Yes, show it to me!” Emma replied with her hands on her hips. What’s this person up to? Proof of what exactly? “All eyes on the big screen, guys!” He said as everyone started getting close, then my picture displayed with me fully naked and a bald man sucking on my boobs.

“You’re a sick bastard.” Elliot chuckled, already sliding the screen toward me. “Come on. Her old man’s a Bible Belt senator. Preaches about virtue while blowing oil money behind closed doors. He’ll crawl through glass to keep this off the record.” He tapped something. Another image. A different kind of frame. “Fuck it,” he said, voice soft with delight. “Sending this one too. Wanna see?” He didn’t wait. The screen tilted toward me. Amber—on her knees. Face-fucked. Drenched.

He had spent the past hour taking stock of how thoroughly Weldon was arrowing those images back at the bank, how the world media was exploiting Norah’s naked body for ratings. Even so, he had looked at everything but her photographs, deliberately sparing Norah one more pair of male eyes… Sparing himself a disturbing mix of rage and arousal. The thought that men around the world were jerking off over her naked pictures was making him madder than he wanted to be.