Lillian Parker Nude Novels & Stories

Her wound was all healed up, so she didn’t need a bandage on her forehead anymore. It was the weekend, and Lillian was lying on her bed reading a W*****n when Olivia came barging into her room. “Come with me.” Olivia told her and grabbed her arm. She dragged her out of the room, leaving Lillian in confusion. “What’s wrong?” she asked her in a confused tone and with a frown. “Someone is handing out naked pictures of you.” Olivia told her. “WHAT?!” she yelled in shock.

'' Her breath hung in her throat as she struggled to remain calm, she knew that if she did one wrong thing, she was going to be pinned down, and she wasn't about to go to jail for that devil. ''No more questions, I'll need to talk to my client privately…” Lillian’s lawyer, who had been quiet all the while, cut in when she heard the question, they had prepped before now, but she didn't her ask that, and she wasn't sure Lillian knew what to say; ''No… '' she raised her hand stopping her; ''I'll answer that. '' she smiled. ''yes, I am filthy rich and yes, I have a lot of workers, but I do some shopping myself, like buying my lingerie and sanitary wears, do you want me to go on?”

The amber liquid burned down my throat when I swallowed it in one rough gulp, the harshness grounding me back into my body instead of my thoughts. I poured another. Slower this time. Letting the warmth spread through my chest, dulling the sharp edges of desire into something more manageable. As I turned back toward the desk, the study door opened. Lilian walked in naked. Completely naked. Not even pretending this was accidental. Her hair was styled. Makeup still flawless. Skin gleaming under the soft light like she’d staged herself for a goddamn photoshoot instead of a marriage. “Hey, babe,” she purred.

“Excellent. That’s the point.” As the hour progressed, the instructions grew bolder. Skirts were lifted. Pants were opened. Hands slipped inside underwear. Soft moans filled the room. Lila watched the others — a blonde girl fingering herself openly, a guy stroking his hardening cock — and felt her own arousal spike. Master Kane stopped in front of her again. “Remove your panties, Lila. Show the class how wet you are.” Her face burned with embarrassment and excitement. She hooked her fingers under her skirt and slid her soaked cotton panties down her legs, letting them drop to the floor. When she spread her thighs, the red light revealed her glistening, shaved pussy.

In the very center of the vast space, a single pool of light fell from a high window. And there she was. Lillian. She sat in a simple wooden chair, bathed in that ethereal light, looking small and fragile. Her hands were bound in her lap with a silken cord, not rough rope. She wasn’t bruised, wasn’t crying. She looked pale and tired, her eyes wide with a quiet, desperate terror. A figure stood behind her, one hand resting lightly on her shoulder. It wasn’t Vorian. It was the man from the gala. The agent. His flat, grey eyes watched me enter, his expression one of bored professionalism. At his feet sat a small, polished wooden box, intricate with carvings.

I looked away when I could no longer take it, but Lillian took a step closer and held my chin, making me look at her. "Watch me, Love," she seductively said. I clenched my jaw because I am on the verge of losing control. My breathing became heavy as I looked at her, and when she reached for the waistband of her panty, I felt like I was losing my mind. I watched her remove the only clothes that covers her body, and when she is completely naked, she took a step closer once again, snaking her arms around my nape, making our faces a few inches closer to each other.

“Just there.” “Erebus,” she said to Heath. “And Cameron, I’d wash my hands if I were you. Lillian’s had a suspicious itch, and has a doctor’s appointment this afternoon, don’t you Lilli? Don’t worry, honey, I’m sure that an antibiotic will clear that right up, but you might want to wear protection in the future when you f-k your way through the football team. Enjoy your lunch.” She smiled with false brightness. The group was rendered silent, Lillian’s cheeks colouring and Heath’s jaw unhinging. Lillian recovered first, bursting into tears, and running towards the girl’s bathroom.

Her moans were high and broken. Lila—eighteen, track team, short blonde pixie cut—sat on a desk nearby, legs spread wide, three fingers buried in her own cunt while she watched. Her other hand pinched and twisted her small, pink nipples. She was already dripping onto the desktop, a small puddle forming under her ass. The air was thick—musk, arousal, the faint metallic tang of sweat. Phones were off. No one was recording. This was sacred, reckless, stupid, perfect.

The entire floor belonged to her now. Lila Harper stood naked in the center of the open-plan executive lounge, wrists cuffed behind her back with sleek black leather restraints. Her massive 13-inch futa cock stood painfully hard, veins pulsing, the fat head still leaking thick strings of precum onto the polished marble floor. Her pussy dripped openly down her thighs. Around her, eleven other senior executives — all women, all ambitious, all beautiful — were stripped completely bare and arranged in a wide circle on their knees.

“Nothing makes a young pussy feel more alive than knowing her nipples are visible through silk and her cunt lips are peeking out the sides of her panties.” “Okay, sweet thing,” Serena ordered, voice thick with lust, “strip. Let’s get these clothes off so I can measure every inch of that gorgeous teenage body.” Lila’s cheeks burned scarlet, but her nipples were already diamond-hard under her thin tank top. She turned her back to the two women and slowly peeled off her clothes, ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she bent to slide down her shorts. When she finally faced them—completely bare—both older women let out appreciative moans.