Michaela Stark Nude Novels & Stories

Shania was also awake after doing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen she felt sweaty so she took a bath and was changing her undergarments while standing in front of her mirror on the room. Michael walked to the kitchen fridge and pour himself a jug of water and started going back to his room when he saw Shania's room door was slightly open. It was totally unconsciously but his eyes peeked in the room to that slight door gap and what he saw in there almost made him drop the jug full of water. Shania was fully naked and was looking at her body in the mirror. Michael froze and kept staring through the gap. Her body was quite good with good bust size and curve. He didn't know she was this sexy

He does not smile at me, but I sense the smile inside. I am panting hard now, pulse beating fast, and the blood singing in my ears. My Master holding me by one arm, Michael by the other, I am turned on the spot, displayed to the watching crowd. Michael, behind me, first pulls the lower folds of the dress to one side, displaying my legs to the watchers, bare to the hips, no panties. Eyes, male and female, follow his every movement. Then, slowly, he unbuttons the halter of the beautiful dress

She was meant to be in the bridal party; by all accounts she should be in this photo. I take a deep breath and look over at Astrid. “Here goes.” When I click on the album my monitor is flooded with professional photography of Mikayla’s big day. I scan quickly through the images in search of Harley. I feel my chest constrict when my eyes land on the first image of her, and it’s only her back. She’s in the back of the room taking off her leather riding jacket. My eyes land on her perfectly shaped ass and I feel my dick twitch almost instantly.

*I didn’t show Arden my nude. *What nude?* I thought, pacing the small room. *What is she talking about? When did she ever show me her nude?* The question gnawed at me until my phone vibrated. It was a message from Michael. He’d sent me a video. I hesitated before opening it, but curiosity got the better of me. The video started, and my blood ran cold.

Mom’s soft snoring was already audible through the door. Michael closed the office door behind us but didn’t lock it. “Take your clothes off.” I stripped fast, hands trembling. When I was completely naked he turned me around and bent me over his desk. The wood was cool against my tits. “Look up,” he ordered. There was a big mirror on the wall across from the desk. I could see myself — flushed, naked, bent over — and Michael standing behind me, already unzipping. He rubbed his thick cock up and down my slit, coating himself.