Michaela Stark Nude Novels & Stories

The man was just setting a trap for her. Myka exhaled and hated that Aster was threatening her. When she was eating just now, she received a message from an unknown number, only to find her nude photo when she opened the message! She never expected Aster to be so despicable! But he still had her nudes. In the past, they went really wild with each other, and they took quite a lot of videos. At that time, she just thought that it was kinky and did not care much about it. She never would have thought that Aster would be such a piece of trash!

A chrome pole rises from the center of the polished hardwood floor, stretching from floor to ceiling, gleaming under the lights like it has been waiting. I stand in the doorway wearing the lingerie from the velvet box. The red lace cups my breasts, pushing them up, putting them on display. The thong cuts between my legs, leaving nothing to imagination. The garters frame my thighs but connect to nothing. I feel naked and exposed. Exactly like he wants me to feel. A robe hangs by the door. I wrap it tight around my body, giving myself one small mercy. "You must be Michaela." I turn. A woman emerges from a side room I didn't notice. Tall and lean, with muscles that speak of years of physical di

I snatched the tablet from her hands, and there it was, glaring back at me was a bold headline, ‘International model, Ari, ‘strikes’ again.’ Below it was a thumbnail; I pressed play and dropped the tablet when I saw the content. It was Derek and me at the beach, naked, having sex. The clip was short, but it didn't need context; it was clear. My fake sex tape is on the internet! Good Gods! “This…..this isn't real.” I stuttered, looking at Stella. “I know,” She said quietly. “But the world doesn't."

Absolutely priceless. This man. This ridiculous, stubborn, maddeningly complex man. A man who used to work as an escort. A man who once slept with a complete stranger in a hotel room ten years ago without blinking. A man who had no issue turning himself into a living fantasy for someone else’s pleasure back then. And now? Now, he can’t even consider the idea of sketching her in the nude, like Jack did with Rose in Titanic? It was hilarious. Absurd, really.

Maira coaxed Celestine. "OK." Celestine accepted her fate. 'I don't have anyone for which I will save my virginity. My only family is Celi. And to save her I can do anything even if it is to sell out my body.' Celestine let out a quivering breath. "Maira where is my reward?" Lisa asked pouting her lips. "Your big dick is busy in fucking Jennet's pussy." Maira said and laughed. "He can have me at night." Lisa smirked.

I crept closer and pushed the door open just enough to see inside. Michael was standing there with his back to me, jeans pushed down to his thighs. His hand was pumping up and down on a thick, veiny cock. Fuck, it was bigger than I imagined. Eight inches at least, heavy balls swinging as he stroked. He was jerking off fast, desperate. On his phone screen was a picture of me. A nude. Taken when I was in the shower last week. I didn’t even know anyone had snapped that photo. Water was running down my tits, my nipples hard, one hand between my legs.

I lied halfheartedly, "Maybe she felt cooped up. Getting some fresh air is probably good for her." A second later, her phone chimed again, and my eyes instantly caught the glaring message on the screen: [Rachel! The nude photos and videos are working wonders! One rich old lady already offered 300 thousand dollars in advance, though she's almost seventy. Looks like Michael's first night is going to be real wild. Hahaha!] Only then did I realize there was a miniature camera hidden in the bedroom—one capable of livestreaming everything in real time. Which meant the naked state I'd just been exposed in hadn't only been witnessed by the group of female voyeurs across the street.

I quickly picked it up and started flipping between the pages. But to my greatest surprise, the pictures aren’t showing normal nudes like the ones we normally see when some traders borrow us their phones. These images are showing pictures of naked women being tortured by naked men; more like rape or something. I was still staring at the images with shock all over my body when Michael came into the room.

I retorted, and he bit his bottom lip, as if he was holding back his response. Instead, he opened the folder, and, as expected, there were a ton of videos and pictures of me. I immediately felt sick to my stomach, almost puking in my mouth, but I composed myself. "You don't have pictures and videos of me nude, do you?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. "No. I could never do that." Michael exclaimed, seemingly surprised by my question. "Yeah. Sure. And I'm the queen of France." "I swear, I don't have your nudes. Look." He quickly scrolled down and tapped on a video.

Maxim put an arm around her and took Michaela’s chin in his hand, tilting her face up so that their eyes met. “Misha… I want to paint ALL of you. No clothes, no barriers… I want to capture only you and our child.” Realization of what that meant dawned slowly. “Oh… I can’t do that, Maxim!” she protested, her cheeks heating at the idea of getting naked in such bright daylight and lying exposed for hours on end. “I’m realizing that you’re the kind of woman who can do anything she decides to do, and heaven help the man who stands in your way. But I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”