Gillian Barnes Nudes Novels & Stories

Then he saw her. Lila Moreau, 28, a local Creole artist whose paintings dripped with raw fucking, stood on a wrought-iron balcony. Caramel skin shining with sweat, wild dark curls plastered to her neck, full heavy tits barely contained by a tiny purple-and-gold dress already riding up her ass. Her hazel eyes locked on Nashoba through the crowd and her pussy clenched instantly, flooding her thighs. The hunger was immediate. Animal. Filthy. No words. Just primal need.

She rutted against me with more desperation, but gripping her bare waist, I gently eased her back, needing to see her. She whimpered, but I clucked my tongue. “Just for a moment, love. Let me see you.” I took my time. Goddess, Lillian had the hottest body I’d ever seen, and she hadn’t been wearing a bra under that dress. Her breasts were ample, would spill over if I tried to hold them in my hands. Her nipples were red and hard, begging to be teased and suckled.

Beneath her gown, Katie Medina, GHS's now-former It girl, was completely and totally naked. It was all of her almost exactly like I, and any hetero male at GHS, had imagined. (And we had all imagined.) A little bit thin, a little bit tall, and every single last piece of her about her just so goddamn cute you wanted to fuck it individually. She was almost the exact midpoint between Tabitha and Taylor. Tall, but not towering. Thin, but not skinny. Dark roots, but the bulk of her dyed pale blonde. Toned, but with all sorts of well-placed curves. Big tits, yet almost exactly one hair shy of being so big they distracted from the rest of her. A habitual smile from a lifetime of people who'd been u

Jillian arched an eyebrow, not quite understanding and then Selena quickly added, “But we did do some stuffs!” She rested her elbows on the desk, linking her two hands together as she rested her head on them, “Oooh, like what? Have you seen her naked? She’s hella sexy right?” Selena frowned a bit, “Have you seen her?” Jillian laughed, dismissing her words with a wave of hand, “Oh God. Of course not… but one can imagine how she looks like under that white coat.” Selena relaxed, knowing that for once, she had the upper hand, “The only time I saw her completely naked was in the jacuzzi.”

The fabric caught on my ankles and I stumbled and one of the men laughed. Panties next. I pulled them down. Stepped out of them. I was standing naked in the spotlight. Every part of my body that only Daddy’s hands were supposed to touch revealed to this pack of wolves. “By all means, Angel. We don’t have all day.” Jillian gestured at the floor with a lazy flick of her wrist. “Lie on the floor and give us a performance. I’m sure my men want to see it. Isn’t that right, boys?”

Ms Sonia walked over to the door and locked it, returned to Gold and ordered, “Okay then, let’s get off all of our things.” Gold, now in a state of unbelievable sexual excitement, practically tore of her remaining clothing, until she was standing totally naked in front of Ms Sonia. She watched in quiet anticipation as her gym teacher stripped off her own panties and bra, revealing a tall wiry frame with a very hairy brown bush and pert firm little boobs. It was like Mutt and Jeff, Gold being short and sensual with her big tits and wide womanly hips, while Ms Sonia was tall, thin and athletic.

I didn’t want to test Cillian, so I glared at him, unzipping my dress and pulling it off of me. “Remove everything,” he said, his words sharp and not giving me a moment to breathe as I unhooked the clasps of the lacy white bra and bared my breasts to the world. My nipples peaked and I could feel my cheeks burning when a hush fell over the crowd. I peered at Cillian, his eyes pinned on my face, not on my bare tits. “Panties,” he reminded me, and I resisted the urge to flip him the bird.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

Completely naked. What the hell?

Ginger's fingers and dimming of the hall made her eyes and mind go away from Ricky and his troubles, to focus on the screen. Her heart pounded as pictures of her modelling lingeries, cocktail, dinner, party dresses and professional wears, with her back or side to the camera were displayed on the screen. There were pictures of her long shapely spotless legs modelling foot wears and others, so many Ginger couldn't scroll down anymore.