Emily Jane Nude Novels & Stories

The office doors banged open and Ryan stood in the doorway. He looked miserable with his shirt untucked and messy hair. His eyes widened as he took in the scene with his father's trousers open, cock still wet and hanging standing between Emily’s spread thighs. Emily, naked except for the torn blouse draped over her shoulders with her legs dangling off the desk, cum leaking steadily from her swollen pussy onto the polished surface. Her breasts heaving, lips red and swollen and her hair wild. Victor straightened slowly and tucked himself away. Emily didn’t move to cover herself. She met Ryan’s stare head-on with a raised brow.

I had remained shirtless but I did not complain at all, I was not cold at all. Emma’s hands landed on my bare chest and she began to pass over my hot skin as she sighed. "I’d like you to get undressed too," she said seriously, "I like to see you naked, above me, below me, and even behind me". "You’re very lewd when you’re drunk Em"

“Oh, you have some playing doctor fantasy, is that it? You’d like to live out your naughty fantasies?” I gave her a guilty shrug. “I can’t say the thought hasn’t crossed my mind.” She turned around and started adjusting her outfit, slipping her pants down and messing with her blouse. I hurried to undo my own pants, letting them fall to the floor and pulling my shirt off. When Emily turned back toward me, she wore nothing on the bottom, and on the top, her lab coat and blouse were open to expose her lacy bra. “Oh, fuck, that’s sexy,” I groaned.

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.

Zane stepped out with a petite figure beside him, and I immediately recognized her as the woman from the photos—Cassie. She intimately clung to his arm, practically hanging off him. Then, she tiptoed and kissed his cheek. As for Zane, he looked down at her and smiled dotingly, just like how he had smiled at me for the past 15 years. My hands and feet went ice-cold, but I instinctively raised my phone and aimed the camera at them.

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”