Marianne Gordon Nude Novels & Stories

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.

“Maybe it’s good to have a challenge once in a while.” Eros murmurs, making me feel his warm breath on my face. His hand rises to my throat, where he grips with a bit of force, forcing me to meet his eyes. I breathe slowly as he stays serious, then he pulls away, goes to the door, and when he opens it, I see a female my size, with wavy blonde hair, dark red eyes, crimson lips like blood, pale skin. Dressed in a navy-blue gown down to the floor. “Pleasure to meet you, Nina. I’m Marian, cousin to this stubborn one here.”

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid

Eagerly, I flip to the second page, but what I find shatters me. It’s Georgia. She’s sitting on a lounge chair by a pool, her bikini top untied, her back to the camera, but she’s looking over her shoulder with a smirk that is anything but "innocent." What the fuck? My fingers tremble as I flip again. Georgia in a wet white oversized dress shirt, transparent and sticking to her skin, her nipples very well visible. Georgia sleeping, her lips parted. Georgia in a bathtub, bubbles barely covering her naked skin, laughing at the lens.

“That’s nice of you... I guess. But what happened to my clothes? And you moved me in here just because I fell asleep?” “Yes, because you fell asleep. And also because I could sense that you were truly wanton the moment you stepped in here.” Gordon flexed his pecs. “You see, I’m always here.” Gordon reached out and grabbed the elastic hem of Jeffina’s underwear. They tore easily as the man tugged them downwards. She was now completely naked from the waist down, legs spread and fully exposed. She wondered what he had in mind. Her question was about to be answered, as the man kneeled on the edge of the bed and propped Jeffina’s legs up on his very wide shoulders.

As Mrs. Dent broke into a run, I followed closely, our eyes glued to the suffocated sight. The rest of my class were all sunbathing on the sandy beach, laughing and chattering as they lay buck naked! Worst of all, some of them were all naked swimming in shallow waters, their private parts showing whenever the waves undulated! Even though there was no one else other than them, Mrs. Dent dashed toward them, her eyes red under her face veil as she shrieked, "Are you all suicidal?! Put on your clothes right now!"

As Charlie looked at Marianne for the first time, he felt that this girl was much more beautiful compared to how she looked in her photos. What Charlie saw on the documents were all the girl’s ID photos. Marianne was wearing glasses in her ID photos, and she was not smiling. She looked a little more delicate and beautiful, but she was far from being stunning.

"We won't release that statement because Maria does not feel comfortable with it." I leaned back in my chair "That's too bad, then. It would be a shame if someone brought to light these photos of Maria at an L.A. night club last Friday." I opened my briefcase and slid three photos of Maria, partying in an elite night club called "Transcendence." One photo even showed her taking shots with a group of guys and two of her friends. Sebastian looked in awe as Norman stayed silent, staring at the photograph. Maria's face went red with furry. She slammed her hands on the table and leaned closer to me.

Somehow, she had made the flames even hotter. "I think it's time you admit what this really is," Anderson said, breaking the silence. "You're incapable of loving anyone, not even yourself, so this isn't love. It's an obsession. And it's becoming very unhealthy." He paused before adding, "She's human, she is fat, too big to fit into your world." A low growl escaped my throat. "Choose your words carefully," I warned without taking my eyes off the phone. I continued scrolling through her photos, the more I looked, the angrier I became. She was wearing short dresses, tight outfits, even bikinis, completely comfortable in front of strangers. Every picture had men staring at her.