Michaela Stark Nude Novels & Stories

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.

The bedroom was dark. Only the bright light from a large tablet screen lit up Elena’s face. On the screen was a picture of Mike Hermes Vance, the world's biggest movie star. He had sharp eyes, a hard jawline, and a body that looked like it was carved out of marble. Elena stared at the picture. Her breath was already shallow. She lay flat on her back, her legs spread wide on her silk sheets. She was completely naked. The cool air from the fan blew over her skin, making her shiver.

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.”

He scrolled to a photo of Marina naked and having sex, showing off her amazing tits, and handed it to Micah. Micah’s eyes widened. “Damn, man,” he muttered, swiping through the photos. Caleb realized Micah was looking at pictures of Marina’s pussy and them fucking. Caleb held out his hand, and Micah returned the phone. Caleb looked down and saw the last photo Micah had focused on—a close-up of Marina’s pussy. “Damn, that’s a nice looking one!” Micah said.

“Our kid’s gonna be evil.” “Don’t put that on my baby.” We settle on something light thats on N*****x from Fear Street and Stranger Things, and I grab popcorn and cookies while he sets up the room. When I walk in, he’s frowning. “What now?” “She posted full frontal nude of me on I*******m.” I sigh. “This girl is insane.” He screenshots everything, sends it to Michael. Michael texts back: Bro, it’s after midnight. What the fuck is going on?

Edwardo asked finally. Michael totally played it off. “Yeah, I wasn’t sure it was something my followers would like, but I thought about offering it as a private set,” he lied. “Please don’t show these to anyone else…” Edwardo insisted. Michael played innocent and flipped to the next photo. In this one his pants were off, revealing that the harness went all the way down, becoming a garter belt for thigh high candy cane striped socks and matching panties. Eddie swallowed hard, damnit Michael wasn’t making this easy… “They’re very… creative. The pictures…”

Halfway down the stairs, she looked up to see a woman on the TV with huge, fake tits bouncing up and down on a big cock lodged in her pussy. "Ohh fuck yes! I love bouncing on that big fat cock baby!" the woman said as she continued her exaggerated moaning and groaning. From Mikayla's perspective on the stairs, it looked as though Ben and Max were fully nude. She couldn't see their cocks as they were facing away from her, but she could see their shirtless upper backs and shoulders. She could also see slight movements in their right arms. They were definitely masturbating. She descended the rest of the way down and stood for a moment, pondering her next move. An idea suddenly struck her. With