Jennifer Billingsley Nude Novels & Stories

I leaned back in my chair, the sun warming the studio through the tall windows. Another girl sat across from me Jenna. Tight red top, short black shorts, tits practically spilling out. She thought she had me figured out. “So tell me, Jenna,” I said, keeping my voice calm, “why should I hire you?” She crossed her legs and smirked. “Because I’m not some shy little virgin. I’ve seen your nudes online. They’re fucking hot. I can pose naked for you anytime. Right now if you want.”

I said, and I walked towards the door. Jenna Thompson stood up when I entered her office. She had on a shocking pink tank top made of shiny Spandex, shiny black leggings and a pink bikini that matched the top over them. Her midriff was bare and looked firm, as did the rest of her body, which appeared to have everything in exactly the spot it was supposed to be. Her hair, a sandy blonde and full, was pulled back and fastened with a shocking pink elastic band into a kind of fluffy ponytail.

Riley’s moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the studio walls. Elena pulled her fingers free only long enough to strip Riley’s leggings down her legs. Riley stepped out of them, completely naked now, skin flushed and glistening. Elena’s eyes darkened with hunger. She shrugged out of her own leotard in one fluid motion, revealing full breasts with dark nipples and the smooth curve of her hips. A neatly trimmed patch of dark hair framed her glistening sex.

The red bra and bum shorts I had on made me blend in, just enough so I did not look like a ho. “Seraphina ” I looked up and saw Jennifer waving her hands furiously. “Come here,” she waved. I climbed the stairs, ending up on the patio. It was not as packed as downstairs, but it still had a sizable amount of people. “Hiiiiii,” Jennifer screeched, jumping up. She wore a gold bikini, showing off her gorgeous tan. The triangles barely covered her nipples and when she hugged me, I looked down to her perfect ass. “You're late,” she smirked, taking my hand in hers. “Sorry, I had an emergency.”

With the money there on the show I could make that wish come true. 'But not by stripping naked,' said Alice Moore indignantly. 'My daughter is naked on TV - such a shame.' 'I wasn't naked,' Jill protested, thinking with unease that she'd felt the same way, 'I was wearing a bikini.' 'Like that one would make a big difference,” her mother fumed. 'Anyway, what will Simon say to that? Do you think he'll ever want to date you again if he finds out about this?” Jill rolled her eyes. “Mom, I don't really care what Simon thinks about it. I don't care to go out with him again.'

And she did, blushing. Jennifer was now nude, sitting on the couch. She had been here for what seemed like three hours. There was no telling how many rolls of film her photographer, Tony, had shot. She sat exhausted, still in those heels. They were hurting her feet, she wanted to take them off. "Are we done yet," Jennifer pleaded. "Well, I've still got some film left and I'd like to use it, but I think we've taken all the solo pictures I need," Tony said. "Solo pictures?" Jennifer was confused. "Well, I know we only contracted for solo nude, but if your interested, we could take it a step further," he said convincingly. "What do you mean? I'm not doing anything weird here, Tony." "Well, that

She untied the bottom of her blouse and took it off before slipping out of her denim skirt, standing there in a bra that her breast were almost falling out of and a matching G-string. Jennifer wasn't self conscious, not around Stella. How could she be around someone who would finger her in a bar bathroom like she had last night? Being naked around Stella was like being naked in the shower. Jennifer never really thought about it that much... though right now, she was feeling a little turned on from thinking about Mr. Harrison. It didn't matter to either of them, anyways, so Jennifer slipped her blouse off and folded it neatly on a chair before wiggling her ass and letting the skirt drop to th

This lady knew what she was doing, she had my body screaming and yearning for her every touch. "You think it's not fair but it's who you are, you are a natural pleaser and to prove it, I dare you to tell me that you are not wet right now" Jennifer said moving to stand in front of me. She had me, but I didn’t want to surrender like the cheap slut she has so accuse me of already.

"Jean Mitchell, don't think that everyone is a slut like you. Show me the proof if you can!" The next second, Jenny turned on the projector in the meeting room. A picture of a naked Lorraine Hill and Willie Castillo hugging together, appeared on the huge screen. Jean shrugged. "There. There’s the proof you wanted."

Although she looked and could act the part, innocence was not one of Jenny's dominating characteristics. She was five-foot-nothing-just about Darlene's height- but she was petite with small tits, narrow hips, and a small, although nicely-curved, ass that seemed made for grabbing and holding onto. Her nipples were barely the size of nickels but stiffened into wonderful little shirt-tenting nubs at the slightest provocation. She had a cute face and wore her fine black hair in an adorable pixie-cut. If one was casting a p**n movie, Jenny would be the barely-legal teen although she had just recently turned twenty-one. She was also a gymnast and remarkably flexible!