Heather Kirby Nude Novels & Stories

Nathanial crouches beside me, taking the knife from my hand, and he presses the tip beneath Flynns’ chin. “Don’t worry, it will all be over shortly. I bet you thought you had won the fucking lottery after my girl turned 18, didn’t you?” He grabs Flynns’ greasy hair and yanks his head back. Flynn smiles, showing off his blood-stained teeth with his eyes glistening under the white light dangling from the ceiling. “I’ve seen her naked many times and jerked myself off to the images embedded in my mind. She has a mole just under her left breast and-”

He grabs my hand and walks me, stiff-legged, sweatpants stained, spit drying on my face, out of the study, past the kitchen, and up the stairs. My heart is slamming against my chest as I wait for someone to see us. We make it to our room without running into anyone, no thanks to Kir, and I’m so horny now I can barely think. He locks the bedroom door and points at the armchair in the corner. "Sit." I sit. The chair faces the bed. A viewing gallery. Kir strips. Trousers and boxers shoved to the floor. Shirt pulled over his head. He climbs onto the bed, props a pillow behind his back, and leans against the headboard. Completely naked. Completely hard. Completely deliberate.

*She grinds her ass back teasingly, hedonistic eyes commanding as she spreads thighs wider, pussy lips parting invitingly, ready for filling. *Eyes widen in shock as they take in the scandalous scene before them - their best friend's mother, Stefanie, sprawled naked on the bed, laptop open to an array of hardcore pornography, her own body glistening with arousal. The provocative invitation hangs heavy in the air, a challenge issued directly to Y/N.*

Walking into the hot spring room they were in last night, Tyrone put Heather on the ground and pulled the belt of her bathrobe. The bathrobe then slid off her body. Heather let out a scream, quickly wrapping herself with her hands and crouching down. It was very hot in the hot spring room; she wasn't cold, but being naked was too embarrassing. "Tyrone! It's morning right now!" "What's wrong with that?" Tyrone lowered his gaze and looked at Heather, who was now crouching in front of him like a tender white lamb. He stuck his tongue against his teeth, looking like a fierce beast salivating over its prey.

Heather calmly picked up the microphone and said, "You see, my approach to studying is—" In the following instant, the presentation on the digital screen behind her shifted to a series of scandalous photographs. In the images, Heather was clad in lingerie that was way too mature for her, lying in the arms of a middle-aged man with a portly belly. She looked really suggestive in the images, her poses highly provocative. In that instant, chaos broke out as the crowd widened their eyes in disbelief. "Isn't that man the proprietor of the hotel near the school? He's a married man! Heather isn't just hooking up with an older man—she's a homewrecker!"

He held her close and whispered, "Take off your top and go to your father." Lynn brazenly kissed him, sliding her tongue in his mouth, while her hand reached down and pressed against his hard-on. Then she got up and stood beside her father removing her top. She hesitated just a moment before removing her bra and socks as well, standing completely naked. Jeff pulled his fingers out of Heather, and pulled her into his lap. He turned her face to his and kissed her. "Go to your father, sweet girl." Heather was breathing hard, when she stood. She saw Lynn standing there naked and imitated her friend, undressing completely. She watched Lynn hesitantly stretch out across her father's lap.

Until we meet again, Heatherians. THE END

“So what’s this about? You don’t barge into my studio just to annoy me.” “You’re right.” She lifted her iPad, tapping it once. “I came to tell you your Vixen’s been chosen for the Bad Habit video.” I didn’t look up from the soundboard. “Good for her.” Heather gave me a knowing look. “You might wanna care about this one.” “Why?” She hit play before answering. The screen lit up with the audition footage. Some woman, dark-haired, in a crop top that hugged her full breasts like a second skin and a skirt so short it rode up with every shift, barely covering the curve of her ass.

"One of the people we we're introduced to at the swinger party has an artsy p**n website and she takes erotic photography. She offered us a free session to take some photos of me." Heidi had a look of surprise on her face. "Shy little Kelly posed for erotic photos?" Kelly blushed but nodded and smiled. "I sure did, and the sex afterwards was pretty wonderful." "Can I see them?" Heidi asked. Kelly glanced over, "Are you sure you want to see that side of me?" Heidi laughed. "I already saw that side of you this morning, remember?" Giggling as she remembered, Kelly went and fetched the laptop. Clicking it on, she headed to the bar in the kitchen and set it down. Quickly finding the email, she us

His thoughts flowed through her, images of the Triquetra stalking her from her house to the graveyard, before Heath shifted and crept up behind her. “Watch,” he whispered. The squeaking rock gained rhythm and through the windscreen she could just make out the couple, naked in the back, her legs wrapped around his hips. “Makes me f-king horny,” Heath commented, the hand holding her cupping her breast and teasing her nipple through the cloth. It shouldn’t feel as good as it did, she told herself, cursing her body for feeling the opposite to how it should in the situation. Heath was an arsehole, she reminded herself, he shouldn’t turn her on… And yet, she didn’t want to pull away. “What about y