Fiona Bruce Nude Novels & Stories

Just then, another woman slid out of the driver’s seat like a snake. It was Fiona, our live-in nanny. She always wore clothes one size too small, fabric stretched tight against her body, deliberately exposing half a shoulder. Right now, she was expertly holding up her phone, already livestreaming on YouTube. “Want to see limited-edition kids’ sneakers? I’ll show you right now!” Comments flooded her screen. [Is it real? Zoom in!] “Fiona, what are you doing?” My irritation flared. “You’re not allowed to film without my permission!”

she purred. “This is our way of welcoming you into our family, Jack. This is our way of offering you an intimacy that most people never get to experience,” Fiona told me while she pulled off her tight jersey top and tossed it on the floor. “Oh my gawd, you’re gorgeous,” I blurted out as I gazed up and down Fiona’s incredibly beautiful naked body.

She was with her friend and caring for our infant daughter. Although… her question did leave me thinking she was open to something naughty, and perhaps just wanted a little push to get her properly in the mood. Me: Give me at least one full-body pic. Show me some skin. My mouth fell open and eyebrows shot up when I looked at the pictures my wife sent me a few minutes later. Because they were racy, with plenty of skin showing, and also because they weren’t mirror selfies as I’d been expecting. That surprised me, but only for a second. Fiona was with Nina. It was on brand, I guess, for someone I’d peg as an exhibitionist herself to be plenty comfortable taking sexy photos of her friend.

Fiona’s POV The phone screen blurred as fresh tears gathered in my lids, I stared at the floor—shivering as the post stuck to my head. It was a photoshopped naked body with my face perfectly placed on it. I knew it because I had never taken such a disgusting picture all my life. Legs spread out, arched back, mouth opened in fake ecstasy. My hands trembled, struggling to grip my phone from falling, my feet turned cold in my warm baby shoes as thousands of comments exploded beneath the post.

The weekend had been filled with all the typical bachelor events, to include a few strip clubs, so to say I was sexually frustrated was an understatement. Fiona showered and came out in just a towel and gave me a towel to shower as well. I hadn’t checked a bag, so at least I had some clothes to change into once out of the shower. I showered, and when I got out, I saw Fiona in an animal print thong and bra bent over blow-drying her hair. Her ass was amazing. She didn’t seem at all concerned I was staring at her, so I thought I was going to get lucky. Then she commented she would be done in a minute and would make up the couch.

"Your Highness Claudia, now… will you grace the hot spring with your presence?" In the end, Claudia had no choice. She changed into a swimsuit and stepped into the private hot spring. The water reached just below her chest, but its warmth could not dispel the chill tightening in her chest. She looked toward Bruce, who sat on a lounge chair by the pool, still wrapped in his robe with a cigarette between his fingers, and frowned. "Bruce," she said at last, her tone sharp with mockery. "Do you have some kind of strange fetish? Do you just enjoy watching people soak in hot springs?"

Her scars were pink, and the little tender bumps were sensitive. I continued down her chest and ribs, past her flat belly and she stretched out like a dehydrated fish. I asked her again, "Who am I? Say my name!" She had been picked over the edge by me, pleading with me in gibberish. 'Say it! "Brenda, please..." Fiona twisted her waist in response to the humiliating way I opened her legs. I tried my best to please her, gradually forcing her out of control to sing. Until at last the sea of breath rose, and she trembled so violently that her waist, pressed against my weight, began to rise and fall uncontrollably.

She then pulls down her top a little, her boobs springing out and a huge mysterious smirk spreads across her face, causing her to look more like a bad bitch! Brianna is, without a doubt, a stunning young lady. She looks more like a high-class International porn star as she sits naked on the table, so hot and enthralling. Her skin glows like the sun, and a single glance at her can knock any man off his feet and into her web. Well, that is in exception of Lucien, who had already seen her unclad a few days ago and wasn't fazed in the slightest. However, that is not to be used to judge. After all, Lucien is no ordinary man and if such things could faze him, how would he have become the invincibl

Fiona felt she was in control and it made her more aroused. Colt unhooked her bra and slowly peeled away her thong. Completely naked. He cupped her breasts in his large hands. Rotating his palms against her nipples. She couldn’t think at this moment. She was aroused, completely incapable of thinking. His lips plucked at her nipples and she sighed. Holding his head firmly as he sucked her breasts.

Tracy's sensitive nipples were instantly hard and her pussy became wet again. Tracy thought 'I could have done that!' But didn't say anything to Bruce. It was nice to have his help and his opinion and she was a little turned on by his strange, unpredictable behavior. Bruce buttoned up the back and then left the room to answer the phone. Tracy put her heels back on and walked out to see the bustier in the full length mirror. She hadn't been wearing underwear all day so she had none to put on so the only thing she wore was her heels and the bustier. Her breasts were smashed together, creating a great deal of sexy cleavage. They were pushed up and out of the top of the pink bustier. She looked