Josie Goldberg Nude Novels & Stories

She’d done nothing wrong. Neither had Dylan and Mike. Well, at least, not in terms of the threesome. Behind the scenes was a whole ’nother issue... Defiance rose up, welling like a geyser, ready to explode. “I’m not ashamed.” “I never said you should be. Frankly, I’m— impressed. Stunned. Gobsmacked.” Josie chuckled, sitting on the couch and folding her tiny legs under herself, looking like a kitten curled up on the sofa. “You amaze me. Laura, you have found it all. Are they really as hot in real life as they are in those pictures?”

She had read in the book she got from her doctor that it was normal. Her hands roamed over her waist and belly, wetting her skin. She turned around to let the water sooth her back. She smiled when she saw Goldman smirking at her from the doorway. She was even happier that he had dispensed of his pants. He stood in his full naked glory watching her. His erection was thick, long, and pointing right at her. Goldman raised his hand. He was holding a bar of yellow soap. “You’re not going to get very clean without this.” He stepped into the showers.

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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’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

Later the Hooker dragged the young stud to her room, screwing on the beach was a drag because of the sand, plus she wanted her rich boyfriend involved, nibbling her toes or something else demeaning while she enjoyed the kid in every way they could think of for hours. The image of this beautiful blond Jewish woman on her knees behind an oil-covered, well-built, naked guy half her age, enthusiastically holding his ass cheeks open while eating his ass under the sun on the beach stuck with Isabel. On the college tennis team sometimes, if somebody thought they were good enough, they arranged friendly tennis matches where "public tongue service" in the showers was the prize. Isabel was never invol

They were standing, holding drinks in their hands, looking like they were at a party. The next photo showed the blonde woman sitting on a couch. This time she was naked, her legs spread, and her pussy was shaved like it said in the ad. The third photo showed Greg. He was sitting on a deck chair by a swimming pool, naked as well, his erect cock flat against his belly.

I pushed it open. Isabella was waiting. She sat on the edge of her father’s massive mahogany desk wearing nothing but a tiny black lace thong and one of her father’s expensive suit jackets…unbuttoned, hanging open to reveal her perfect naked body underneath. Her full breasts were on full display, nipples hard. Her long black hair cascaded over one shoulder. The desk was covered with framed family photos, business awards, and a large nameplate that read “Richard Voss – Owner.” The taboo of it hit me like a drug.

Isis was stunned to see a phone shoved in her face and she immediately wanted to complain to the girl but she stopped immediately when she saw what was on the screen. "What are you doing Phoe…..," Isis was saying but she stopped when she saw the picture of herself on the phone. It was not just a picture of her but her nude pictures. She was looking at her nudes! Her nudes with Omarion. "Do you care to explain yourself, young lady, and tell me why your nude is lying all over here?" Phoenix asked without waiting for her to get over the shock because it was clearly written on her face that she was beyond shocked.

The gold contrasted with her black curls, diamonds and a single ruby embedded in the gold sparkled in the moonlight. Her white satin bra hugged her full breast the dark nipples straining against the soft cloth. Her belly ring, a small diamond stud, glinted with every breath. The tiny cloth at her pussy clung to her lower lips. I knew what aroused her. I knew what made her beg. She loved to be looked at, admired. I made her wait. Circled her. Watching her shiver, her rounded ass quivered under my scrutiny. I was still fully dressed. “Nothing’s wrong, Elise. I want you on your knees. Spread your legs. I want to see your pussy weep for me.” My voice dropped lower as I stepped around her. The ha