Harry Styles Nude Novels & Stories

Hanna recalled. "Harold made me stay naked all that day and when it was time to close he made me sweep the floor with the small broom again while he watched and took pictures of me. He would hand me the dust pan and then tell me to bend over at the waist and part my feet wide so my pussy and asshole will show in the picture then he told me to stay bent over and look back at him so my face and my spread pussy was in the same picture." Hanna said quietly.

I felt even more like a potato in front of her. The man next to him was no stranger to me. He was none other than Harry Styles, an actor and celebrity known for lawsuits. He had become famous after a scandal involving his girlfriend, and I remember that this had been a time when he avoided following the lives of the famous, so I didn't know the reasons for so many controversies.

She quickly got into the story I always made up for this. “Take off your clothes! I want to see you naked under the candlelight,” I said. Harper stood up, she stepped back a step so I could see her curves clearly. She untied her rope belt. With an elegant way, dropped her outer to the floor. She bowed for a moment, but her eyes did not leave mine. She lowered her panties, then moved to unhook her bra in the front. Harper was completely naked in front of me now. I could see the curves of her backside from the mirror, it was a different silhouette from the candlelight.

Chapter 3 “Oh god...” Harry moaned, falling against the side wall of the spacious dressing room, throwing the shorts carelessly to the floor. It had two bench seats and mirrors all around. With his boner throbbing harder than ever, he tore off his pants in a frantic bid to free the impressive shaft – it had been so forcefully confined in his ever tightening underwear. But now, inside this room... he was free to let it flop about without caution or care. He immediately set about gripping his shaft, stroking it rapidly, all the while thoughts of Nicole and Gwen satisfying his most inner taboo desires filled his mind.

He was dumbfounded to see the beautiful body of that woman, a shade of cinnamon, her wet hair reached almost to her waist, and her wide hips were molded by a pair of buttocks, that although they were not so toned, they looked like a pair of melons, Her long legs matched her crotch, but Harry's biggest surprise was when she inadvertently turned around, giving him a better view of her front, he wanted to vote the drool, a pair of erect and huge breasts an almost flat belly and a fully waxed mons Venus. Harry felt ashamed for what he was doing, it was not in his values to observe a woman and less naked, but above all to feel aroused by her, when he was younger and was experiencing the sweetness

I’m still naked under the sheets but I walked around naked confidently. I wore a simple white dress. A panty and no bra. I tied my hair in a messy bun before I went downstairs to cook us breakfast. I couldn't help but reminisce about what happened last night while cooking. Harry was so wild but he didn’t fail to show me how much he cares. Even when he's losing control because I can’t stop teasing him, he always finds a way to become gentle and I really like it. He was clingy. He liked it when he buried his face in my neck like a baby. It makes me chuckle again.

Helena "I don't like this position..." I whisper shyly, looking back over my shoulder at Harry behind me. "Really? You don't know that. It's your first time," Harry smiles mischievously. "Don't be afraid. This way my cock will reach deep inside your pussy, right to that spot you love having me press against. You just need to relax and leave everything to me." Far too embarrassed to complain any further, my lips fill with moans as Harry once again pushes his hard erection into my pussy, while all I can do is grip the grass beneath me with all my strength.

What I was about to do was making me nervous. “Are the towels dirty? I thought you would have worn a towel or something.” Damn! This was Harry’s reaction to my naked body? I swallowed a lump in my throat and continued my plan. Nothing like a hórny woman who is tired of séx toys and needs the real thing. “The towels are clean all right. I just wanted to show you this…” I slipped two fingers between the folds of my pússy, looking up at him from the brink of my lashes. A small whimper escaped my mouth.

So annoying! "Ugh, I almost forgot you're here," I jokingly said, which is partly true. "Yeah, understandable. Look how hot she is," Harry praised Stacey and looked at her with lustful eyes. I got irritated with his actions. "Stop looking at her!" I give her the tuxedo I removed a while ago and cover it to her body. I'm selfish with my snack so I don't want Harry to be looking at her and imagining things. Stacey is also wearing lingeries; part of her presentation, I guess.

And that was a huge thought, a huge realization, something that would take some adjusting to… “Aren’t you sweet?” Harry rose to their feet and skimmed the satin chemise from themselves, revealing a lean, long, athletic body. Their hair shimmered from the scoop of the fabric falling down around their shoulders and caressing their back as they bent over to remove the satin shorts, their arse cheeks taut and perfect temptations unabashedly pointed his way. Any thought of Autumn, Winter, or Cameron was banished from Jules’ mind.