Katie Garfield Nude Novels & Stories

Tomorrow was nude day and as we had done last year, we asked Katie to go stay with a friend and the plan was to go to bed naked and stay that way until Monday morning. Meanwhile doing nothing but each other and maybe for a thrill tell a few dirty stories. I rolled my eyes at that last thought, add pathetic to boring. Not sure why it was bothering me so much this year, but all week I had been fantasizing about every attractive woman I saw. Seeing Katie all but naked tonight had really gotten to me.

I was deprived of breathing but I did not mind. “Fuck,” Xena moaned and shuddered against my face as her cunt juice dripped down all over my face as it trickled down my neck. That was a lot of liquid. “Wow, I came so much,” Xena huskily said as she knelt down in front of me to admire her wet handy work on my face. Before I could reply, Katie and made her way directly in between us. Ans she was naked too. I was surprised at how busty she was despite how small her stature was.

I couldn’t see her face as she was wearing a lace mask to hide her eyes yet, it was obvious she was very beautiful, with soft feminine features that made her look like she was out of a fairytale. In the pictures, she was dressed in lacy lingerie and in some, she was naked. I raised up the first one, where she was kneeling, her tongue extended and her jet black hair rolled into a messy bun atop her head, but it took nothing from her beauty. Her hands were bound behind her and her nipples were clamped with nipple clamps. I dropped that and picked up another one, where she was laying on a bed, with her legs spread apart, showing off a toy in her asshole. My eyes widened and I blinked in surpri

Katie’s room smells like vanilla and shame. Ring light on, pink backdrop, camera pointed at her bed. She’s wearing a white baby-tee that says “Daddy’s Girl” and a tiny pink panties. Her eyes are red from crying, but her nipples are hard. The stream title already says: “Special guest today ♡ creampie guaranteed.” I walk in wearing only gray sweatpants, cock print obvious. Chat explodes the second they see me. > “holy shit she has a boyfriend??” > “he’s hot af”

Either Katie has no respect for herself or is desperate to sleep with me. "As you wish, Alpha," Katie whispers, spreading her legs. She's not wearing panties, but that doesn't surprise me. She's come prepared. I don't look at her as I take off the rest of my clothes. Katie's panting seems to echo off the walls, though she's somewhat silent. "I'm ready for you, Alpha," she announces and crawls to the end of my bed. I turn to her and see that she's already on all fours, her hands gripping her ass and spreading it apart- Katie's shamelessly offering herself up for my use as a bag of flesh to use.

I knew she'd be able to see the shape of my dick under the thin material and was ashamed I wanted her to see it. When Katie came in to the TV room, she was wearing a huge T-shirt that came down almost to her knees. Although she was totally covered, I could see she wasn't wearing a bra as her pointy buds protruded under the cloth. I could also see what appeared to be some very tiny bikini panties through her shirt. We sat on my big leather couch, she on my right side, and flipped through the channels until she found some silly program she liked. I didn't mind, it was just so special for her to be near me.

She had never gone nude. So, for some stupid reason, she clicked on one of the links someone from the office sent. Their message had read: Is this really you? The media post showed photos of her on the catwalk and some images from magazines and well-known promotional nights out with the other models. There was one that made Sutton cringe. Her skirt was so short. Some images she knew weren’t even her. Someone had put her head on someone else’s body. Including nudes. They were all carefully edited to look sleazy.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

"You're naked!" "Thanks for stating the obvious." Katie threw the towel she had in her hands over her shoulder and leaned her weight on one side before placing her hand on her hip. "I asked for clothes and you didn't give it, so I thought you wanted me to walk naked." She laughed. "What? You don't like how I look?" She jutted her bottom lip out with a sly smile and then tilted her head so that she was staring at Damon. "I bet he'd appreciate a good view after all this time....seeing as you barely have much to offer."

The first contestant, Garfield, walked into the clearing and just like Cassian, he was shirtless, save for the shorts he had on. Garfield looked nothing like the man I’d seen just three hours ago. He stood taller, shoulder squared in determination. He had an advantage, I realized. Unlike Katalier, he had nothing to lose. He was fighting for his very own life and that made him even more dangerous. The second contestant, Katalier walked in, dressed in black leather shorts that exposed the length of her legs, paired with a matching leather bra. Her hair had been packed into a high ponytail and the tip had been braided together.