Georgia Fowler Nude Novels & Stories

"Mr. Fowler, I've recently found out some things." He walked forward and set the envelope on the nightstand. "Three years ago, the photo that Mrs. Fowler saw of you and Charlotte shopping together was staged by Charlotte. She hired someone to take it and anonymously mail it to Mrs. Fowler. "And that video of you two kissing on set—she paid to have it pushed onto the trending page." Jonathan's back went rigid.

FLORENCE’S POV As soon as Rosa and I reached her studio, I immediately grabbed her laptop. My fingers shook slightly as I typed in the gossip websites, terrified of what I might find. The screen quickly filled with images, headlines, and notifications—and there it was. Exactly as Emily had said. Her nude photos were everywhere. “Oh my god…” Rosa whispered behind me, leaning closer to see the screen. “This is so messed up. What sick asshole would do something like this?” Her voice tightened, anger radiating from every word. “I swear to god, when I find him…”

I looked over her shoulder to see what she was watching. In the living room, on the small sofa, not more than 15 feet away from us, Fiona was straddling Ali, bucking up and down on his enormous cock. They were both completely naked, and Fiona was moaning. I could see Fiona's breasts for the first time and they were remarkable. Large and fluid. Sweat glistened on her bare skin. It was intoxicatingly.

She felt a deep stirring of lust as her eyes went further down, tracing the lines of his eight pack which sloped down toward his pelvis, forming a sexy v-shape that pointed to his manhood like a sinful arrow that silently said “look here” Georgia had to actually steady her breath when she finally allowed herself to openly stare at the object of her desire laying between his strong thighs. Georgia bit her lower lip with lust as she stared at Hayden’s naked body, his member hanging there proudly. He was well groomed, which she liked. Aside from his legs, there didn’t seem to be a single hair on the rest of his body. She was still dressed in her usual garb; a black hoodie, blue jeans, and sneak

"And isn't it unfair that I'm the only one naked? Instead of that boring p**n, why don't you strip naked, doc? Show me your body and pleasure yourself in front of me. And maybe then you'll get a reaction." His words made Georgia swallow her saliva, but she found herself doing what he asked as if she was hypnotized. And his eyes never once left her until she was fully naked in front of him. "Now spread your legs and show me your pretty little cunt."

When the door was shut, no one came in, and he knew that he wanted this to be an absolutely private performance. Getting back over to his chair, he groaned loudly. The sheet was now gone from her lower body, kicked off by the scissoring of her thighs. It wasn't indecent, she was still fully clothed, but he could see her hand working her core under her lacy underwear, and the hand at her breast now worked her nipple that was hard against the fabric of her T-shirt. Steele knew he should look away, but she was so goddamn gorgeous, so uninhibited, he couldn't.

She nods, “I’ll also be taking some pictures to release along with this, arms and legs only. Just enough to give a real idea of what happened, without exposing more of myself than absolutely necessary. T-shirt and shorts. Font and back. I’m not ashamed of my skin, but I won’t do the pictures if George is going to have a problem with it.” She looks at George, who was almost glaring at her. He grunts,

Georgia’s POV Georgia lounged by the pool in her bikini, sipping from a glass of a very expensive wine, and just enjoying nature. She could see the hotel gardens and tall trees from where she sat, and it just gave her some sort of peace. Georgia had the best time of her life touring London in the last couple of days, all expenses paid. This was her first tour as a star, and she could not get over the sight, food, culture, exhibitions, and of course, body treatments that she had enjoyed. It was as though it should never come to an end.

I asked. "A funeral," Stephan said as he disappeared from my sight. I wondered about who had died and why Stephan saw it fit to invite me. I could not even think straight. Who knew maybe an opportunity would present itself and I could make a run for it. Georgia came in with a black lacy dress. It was so beautiful and ethereal. I was becoming more comfortable with her seeing me nude. "You need to put this on right away ms. Hallway," Georgia said as she carefully handed the dress to the closet.

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.