Janet Munro Nude Novels & Stories

~Alex’s POV~ I returned to the castle, where I got a little disoriented at times and ended up getting lost again. The first thing that crossed my mind was to call Janet so I could fuck her, but then I realized that there was a more important person for me to fuck than Janet. My Luna Juno ran to the opposite side of the wing as I was making my way to my suite, and I noticed her only wearing a shirt as I passed by. And, fuck, I could see there were no panties hidden inside that shirt! The sudden hardening of my artificial scrotum

Footsteps, soft and deliberate, echoed on the concrete floor. I glanced down, and there she was—Janette. Fresh out of the shower, judging by the damp hair clinging to her shoulders and the steam that seemed to follow her. She was wrapped in nothing but a white towel, the kind that's just big enough to cover the essentials if you're careful. It hugged her curves like a second skin, the top edge barely containing the swell of her breasts, the bottom skimming mid-thigh. Her skin glowed, flushed from the hot water, and her eyes... damn, those eyes locked on me with a surprise that melted into something hungrier.

Janet Lut stood at the front door of the penthouse, perfectly composed, dressed in elegant black, her hair immaculate. She lifted her gaze—straight into the camera. And smiled widely, like she’d been waiting for this moment all along.

Janet approached Luna, touched Luna's forehead, and reached her hand behind Luna's back to loosen the blue gown, but there was no zip. "I have to strip her off, as her body is overheated," Janet said. "Go ahead," I urged Janet, and she gulped, dropping her handbag containing some herbal bottles. She stripped Luna, leaving Luna only in her pants as Luna didn't wear a bra underneath her dress. "I need hot water, your majesty," Janet said as I continued staring at her. "Should I prepare that for you?" I asked her, and Janet replied, "Yes." "Okay," I said, and I went to get a golden cup, heated it with my fire-breathing, and poured water into it, making it hot.

I said, "A gold plated invitation? Lisa and Julia, you're stripping too. If it's good enough for Evelyn, it's good enough for you. Rhonda, I leave it to your discretion." I had to make allowances for her job. Apparently, she felt safe enough, as she removed her clothes as well, though I had to admit the slinky dress she had on showed most of what she had anyway. Her smallish boobs, big nipples, perfect ass. The only thing not shown, though hinted at, was her sex. Even Chen got in the spirit of the evening and asked Janet if she wanted to go bare. She removed her maternity outfit and joined the other slaves. Mine kissed her when she joined in their nudity.

“Why are you crying? Heavens, it’s so early in the morning, are you TRYING to bring us bad luck?! Introducing you the way you are right now would completely disgrace the Lovehart family!” “Miss Janet, I know that my appearance has caused you a lot of trouble. You don’t like me, but it’s not my fault!” Luna’s eyes were red, and her tears flowed down her face. “If possible, I want to stay in my own home and be with my parents like before.” When Janet heard this, she sneered. As expected of an actress, she was quite immersed in her role. Janet had lived long enough and seen all the tricks. This little b*tch would always try to put on an act in front of her.

Just the four of us left: me, Juno, Rowan, and Sage. I’d woken up to an empty bed and the sound of muffled cursing from the walk-in closet. I padded in barefoot, coffee in hand, and stopped dead in the doorway. Juno stood in front of the full-length mirror in nothing but a tiny black strapless crop top and a pair of ancient, pre-kids skinny jeans that were currently stuck halfway up her thighs. She was hopping on one foot, sucking in, face red, hair wild from sleep, trying to yank the denim over her hips like it had personally betrayed her.

"If you’re jealous, just say so. No need for all this sour talk. If you’ve got the skill, go write a script and make a film. If not, then shut up." Janet’s face turned bright red with anger. Before she could explode, a rough voice called out from behind, "Janet, who are you talking to?" The next moment, a middle-aged man with a greasy face and a beer belly walked over, scanning Stellar up and down with a leering gaze. "Mr. Chase." Janet immediately stepped forward and clung to his arm, beaming as she introduced, "This is the author of Burning Moonlight I mentioned before—the one Mr. Rivers picked. I heard they’re planning to invest millions in turning it into a film!"

Janet had seen something out the window and moved quickly to the kitchen and stood near the door to the garage. He walked into the house wearing athletic shorts, that's it. Les gasped and squeezed my hand. As the door shut behind him, Janet slid the robe off her shoulders, showing her perfect round ass and those big round tits, and knelt in front of him. Her long fingers slid into the waistband of his shorts, pulled the band out and down, releasing his already hard cock. Janet gripped the base of his cock with her right hand, opened her mouth, and took all of him in, using her left hand to hold his ass. He leaned his head back and you knew he was moaning. His hands filled with my wife's hair

Different men with different fetishism. Those men aren't satisfied for those four hours but Anastasia and Sabrina left hours ago and just took that video. Janine collapsed and when she woke up she was in her cell only covered by the satin. She wished to wash it all off but what surprise him was a gang rape scene. It was her.