Gary Gross Nude Novels & Stories

Delania was laughing as I stood up and placed the phone on the dresser hitting play on the song I selected before laying it down. As the opening strains of ‘Pony’ by Ginuwine began to play, I turned to face her and did a full body roll. Then as I walked over to where she sat on the bed, I unbuttoned my shirt slowly. Now I felt like I was being sexy as fuck for my girl, but in reality I probably looked more like “Garth from Wayne’s World.” When I managed to get my shirt off, I tossed it at Delania, who giggled with delight.

"You know too well, Sapphire, that if you lose those fingers of yours, you ain't getting them back. Let her go. Now." She hesitates for half a second, then releases me so fast I almost fall. She turns to face him, trying to look confident even though her hands are trembling. "You can't just burst in here without permission. I'll tell your father about this disrespect. Seeing me naked like this—" Gunnar actually laughs. It's short, cold, and completely without humor. "Go ahead. Tell him. There's nothing special in there anyway. It's better if you don't even wear clothes. I've seen much better things than that."

His other hand cupped one roughly, his thumb and forefinger pinching my nipple until I whimpered. “Such a good girl,” Grayson sneered, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Let’s see how well you can follow instructions.” Hale’s arms were crossed, his expression unreadable, but his cock was a thick ridge against his slacks, impossible to miss. Grayson shoved me to my knees, his grip punishing as he unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, already hard and glistening at the tip. My breath hitched. He was big, thicker than Hale, with veins pulsing along his length.

My lips press tightly together, I nod as best I can. "I'd like to think so. But last time I checked, good girls wear bras." His hands go to the middle of my back, and rips down the zipper to my dress. The front of the gown falls open, revealing my bare breasts. I hadn't opted for a bra since it is so low-cut in the back. Harlan smirks when he sees me nude and uncovered, groping me roughly between his palms. "So fucking naughty," he moans, lips diving to my neck, where he sucks roughly against my skin. "You thought you'd tease me all night, hmm?"

How many times would I wake up in this cabin, indebted to this infuriating man? "This isn't funny," I muttered, still steadfastly avoiding looking at him. "Could you... cover up? Please?" "Does my nudity bother you?" Garrick asked, amusement clear in his voice. He made no move to cover himself, his nails casually scraping over his eight-pack abs, seemingly perfectly at ease. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. The body is a beautiful thing." I risked a glance in his direction, immediately regretting it as I caught sight of his knowing smirk. "Maybe for you," I shot back. "Some of us prefer a little modesty."

Agnes didn't bother pulling her skirt down as she went back into the car with Gary's cum running down the insides of her thighs. Gary honked the other cars and drove off. When he pulled into the dirt track that led up to his cabin he told Agnes to get naked. She did as she was told. Ten minutes later they pulled up outside the small structure and Gary picked up Agnes's clothes and then he grabbed his bag. Agnes walked with him, her tits bouncing with her stride. "Did you enjoy being watched?" Gary asked her as he pulled her naked body into his arms. "I loved it."

The sun filtered through the curtains, making the room feel warm and lazy, like anything could happen. Roseanne was stuck between my thighs, forcing me to take nude pics of her so she could send to her asshole boyfriend named Jake. She laughed at me, flashing her teeth as she struck another pose. Fingers pressing hard against her left nipple while her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

* * * Pastor Lance Green My daughter smiled down at me as she straddled me, her round boobs jiggling. She had silver barbells threaded through her nipples. She had gotten them pierced to look more exciting in the pornos she made with the Millers. Her blue eyes sparkled as her shaved cunt rubbed on my dick.

In the video, Trishia sounded while flipping her naked body and positioned herself on top of the naked guy. “Hold your breath, I want to s*ck your d*ck!” She then performed it wildly in the video. “Do you like it?” “I’m very good.” “No! I’m the best!” She said while grinding on the top of the guy with her boobies swaying in the air. Her expression was very high in ecstasy too much different from her sweet demure image in the public. Her nakedness was flaunted in the video. Then after a while, the video stopped.

I was responsible for my problems. I took the bus. It’d take me at least ten minutes to reach the hospital so I had plenty of time to surf on net. I kept scrolling F******k’s feed to only find out Brandon Grande’s news, he was featured on the men’s fashion page cover with one of his new chick-piece probably. “Sure as hell, she’d be his prey by now.” I thought. But did her nude really matter to her? I mean models confidently present their bodies for nude shoot. It’d not be a big thing for her. She must be used to such men.