Emily Jane Nude Novels & Stories

Putting a nude color lipstick and a little makeup, pairing it with nude heels, I was all set for the evening. Opening the bathroom door, I saw Emily doing her final touch-ups. She wore a silvery dress with beautiful bishop-designed satin sleeves. There was a long slit on the dress joined with silver bead chains. The dark red lips of her stole all the attention though. Her hair was rolled into a loose bun, showing her smooth back. "You look hot." I said. She looked at me through the mirror and smiled. "Have you looked at yourself? We both look stunning, honey." "Have you told Mary?" I asked.

Ryan's gaze narrowed, his interest piqued despite himself. Emily entered looking stunning, she was known in the club as gray because of her gray eyes. Her hair was a vibrant blue color and fell down her back in long, flowing waves. Her eyelashes were long and luscious, and her heavy makeup only added to her beauty. She wore a short blue gown that showed off her curves, stopping just a few inches below her bottom. Her bright red lips looked inviting, and her gray eyes sparkled boldly. Her long, fair legs were toned and attractive, complementing her slim waist, flat stomach, and hourglass figure. She was a sight to behold! As Emily danced, the guys couldn't take their eyes off her. Ryan, too,

Emily beamed, jumping to her feet and undoing her flimsy robe, thus revealing her ripe pointy tits and her shaved little pussy. Moments later Emma returned, followed by two young men that Emily sort of remembered meeting once before, at the nude beach. One was tall, blond and boyishly cute. The other was dark-haired and had an inquisitive glint in eyes, whose almond shape betrayed his Asian heritage. Dressed in T-shirts and jeans, both teenagers had toned physiques and sported visibly bulging crotches. Emily faintly recalled Emma telling her that they were seniors at the high school where she was a part-time teacher, but, beside that, Emily was totally drawing a blank.

Emily called out her name to caution her, she heaved to the panic she felt in her heart. “Don't waste any more time, Emily. Come make mama feel good”. Isabel was stark naked as she sat on the bed, widening her legs. “Fuck”! Emily cursed for the umpteenth time, she couldn't resist her anymore.

“No. NO.” “Two—someone stole a gallery photo of me.” “You are the drama,” she whispered reverently. “Three—Emily hooked up with a photographer who is now very… relevant.” “Oh, my God, it’s like Gossip Girl: European Edition.” “Four—Emily’s nudes got leaked.” Annalise let out an actual shriek. “I saw that! I thought it was a deepfake! Is she okay?!” “She is,” I said, smiling faintly. “Because five—we did a nude shoot in a vineyard to reclaim her image.”

Amanda said, running her hands through Emily’s soft hair and she whipped around immediately. “No one told me that, I’m not doing that” she fought to stand but Amanda held her back down “You don’t have a choice now, you have to do it its’ the only way to exonerate yourself out of all the scandals – and yes everyone knows, everyone has seen the pictures and everyone is talking about is talking about it, how much of a whore you are” Emily’s mouth fell open and Amanda nodded her head in response “So just still and let me do my job”

Emily stripped off her nightgown, scratching her breasts as she went into the bathroom to pee, pulling her panties down and off, leaving them on the floor. "Naia?" She called. There was a splash from the tub. Wiping and flushing, Emily walked to the tub where Naia waited, her breasts bobbing along the surface of the water. "Good morning, lover." Naia moved away from the edge, allowing Emily to enter. Emily sank into the warm water, letting out a loud sigh. "Did you sleep well?"

It looked way too false. This might just be the kind of smile she will be wearing from now on, no thanks to you. I shut my subconscious mind down and dropped the picture on my table like it burned. I was just about to ring for one of my men to get a reply ready for him when my door opened and Emilia walked in. She was dressed in one of those skirts of hers— the kind that hugs her body and leaves little to the imagination— and she had on a white crop top that stopped an inch above her belly button so her skin was exposed from her belly button down to her waist where the red skirt stayed.

Some guys shifted, trying to hide growing bulges in their pants or jockstraps. Emily stopped in the center of the room, right under the harsh fluorescent lights. She ran her hands down her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing them so her hard nipples poked obviously through the fabric. “I know you’ve all jerked off thinking about me. The perfect little cheer captain. Well… tonight I’m not so perfect anymore.”

The one empty at 11PM except for the distant hum of the city. Marcus pulled over in a dark spot between two trees. He opened the back door and pulled her out by the collar. Jax stayed in the truck, door cracked, phone out, recording. Emma stood there in the moonlight, completely naked except for the collar and the ring, plugs still deep inside her. Her belly hung low, tits leaking steady streams down her stomach, pussy and ass still twitching around the silicone.