Erin Brockovich Nude Novels & Stories

I sat up in bed, suddenly realizing that I was stark naked. At the same time, the master suite bedroom door opened, and Brooke came in, wrapped in a bathrobe. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she cooed, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down pointedly at my exposed crotch. I threw the covers over my lap. She raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Don't panic, Artie. I’ve already seen everything down there... and done worse than just looking, with them. Several times, if I might add.”

Brock looked around and pretended to be confused. "Answer him." Alvin was furious, and picked up a large pair of pliers next to him. He said, "If you don't answer all the questions clearly today, I'll make sure your p*nis loses its function, and you'll never be able to enjoy women ever again." He spoke as he started to pull down Brock's pants, with the pair of pliers slowly approaching his lower body. Brock's lips quivered, and he quickly used his cuffed hands to protect his lower body. He instantly answered, "Mr. Richards, I was ordered by Norton Richards to do it."

Strong hands grabbed my waist and pulled my nude body to his, I moaned into his mouth and he groaned in need, his hands moved lower and cupped my backside then stilled. I stared in confusion as Brock pulled away. “Oh God” Brock wailed and I softly held his face. “What?” I said softly and his green eyes bore down on me, hard. “You shouldn’t have done that” he said, annoyance evident in his voice. “But I……..” “Shhhh” Brock cut me off, “I can’t do this with you”

Maybe had repressed me for too long, but I actually thrilled at the thought of my nudes in Bruno phone. I was turned on just thinking about his hand wrapped around his shaft, his veined bicep pumping as he jerked off to my image. “Fuck, you’re so goddamned gorgeous,” he growled My back arched, I presented both my naked tits to Bruno, soaking in the sounds of his tortured, ragged breathing.He was standing over the couch, his emerald stare blazing as he stroked his naked dick. I couldn’t help but stare as it laid in his palm, thick, smooth and fully erect, a drop of pre-cum beading at its pulsing head.

Ann: "Dude, you need to relax. I know exactly how I make you feel. I see how you look at me, and sometimes I intentionally get intimate with Mike in front of you just to see your reaction. The good thing is, Mike and I aren't dating. And I like you. I mean, look at your well built body. Let's just have fun, no strings attached." Me: "Hey, hey, hey. Whatever is going on between you and Mike is your business. But I'll make one thing clear: Mike is my bro, my day one. I don't take what's his, especially if he doesn't give it to me. Plus, I value loyalty. I won't lose my bro because I want to get down with you, bitch." I stomped off angrily.

Nobody would want to support a man's business if his fiancé is incarcerated for child pornography. "What about cameras in the studio? I have them set up all over. Wouldn't they show Brooke stealing the camera and laptop?" Drake asked. "That's what I was hoping for, but the cunt erased the hard drive. There is no footage, Drake," Micky replied. "I'm doing everything I can on my end. You two just sit tight and we'll be in touch. Take care of each other, this is going to be a fucking shitstorm."

“What’s wrong, sweetie? Don’t you want to see?” I take a deep breath and look up. The picture on the screen shows Bronx and me posing, looking directly at the camera. Our bodies are intertwined with him behind me. We are both clearly naked. He has right arm wrapped around me, covering my breasts and left leg wrapped around the front, covering my crotch. I smile at how beautiful the photo is. His eyes are so intense, looking at the camera.

A sense of satisfaction washed over me as I observed Brock wincing from the sting of my blow to his unshaven jaw. With the sun glaring down, Brock sat in only his boxers, his chiseled six-pack seemingly beckoning for a touch. He squinted against the bright light, struggling to discern who else was present in the room. As he attempted to rise from the floor where he had landed after my fists had repeatedly struck his face, I could see him wince, still reeling from the blows. With a smirk, Brock replied, “I would have relished the opportunity to undress you, but, being the gentleman that I am, I enlisted the help of a night omega to dress you in my shirt instead.”

He said, sliding his fingers out of me, dripping with my juices, and popped them in his mouth, licking them thoroughly as he drew his fingers out. But as I came down from my orgasm, I noticed his words and a thud echoed in my chest. …the only one who gets to see you look so fucking tempting… The words Brooke said to me earlier today about the photoshoot swarmed my mind and I shivered. I’d have to be nearly and I mean, nearly naked in pictures that would spread all over the world. Everyone would see me. Neil hates extreme stunts like that. How would he take this?

My palm twists gently over the head of my cock, My hips rocking forward, embracing the adrenaline flooding my body I closed my eyes tight, and there she is—Jules. Radiant, confident, her naked skin glowing under imagined light, Her breasts are perfect, nipples drawn tight. I picture her stepping into the shower with me and the steam from the shower curling around us, our bodies unclad and free.