Michele Greene Nude Novels & Stories

She screamed. I took the phone from her and saw the newest tabloid. The paparazzi captured a picture of Monique and I by the pool, lips locked. What they didn't capture was me pushing her away and firing her. You can make any picture look bad if you catch it at the right moment. "Lynn, it's not what you think..." "No? Well, what about this one?!" She stole the phone back from me, scrolled a bit, and showed me again. "Fuck," I hissed out as I stared down at Brooke Saddle naked on my lap with her tits in my face and my eyes straight down at them. "This isn't what you think either."

Some other guards sorrounded every corner of the room and Micheal moans echoed over the place. The ladies were completely naked, the hot blonde was sucking and stroking his dick which the brunette kept pulling her hair back from covering her face. They both sighted me and smiled invitingly, they probably thought I was a plus one brought in to pleasure Micheal or what if I was?

I wish I hadn't looked. My breath hitched as I stared at the screen. There, in full view were pictures. Of Valerie. Naked. In various explicit positions. In one of them, her hand was playing with her tits; in others, I'd rather not say. Messages popped one after another: I’m waiting here for you, I'm horny again...

Ten of them. All naked. Nude. Bare. Stripped. I don't even bother reading the message. Instead, I set my phone down and focus on my laptop, pulling up the photos in full screen. I lean closer. I can’t believe it. She’s fucking incredible. The girl’s body is absolutely stunning; her breasts are perky and her pussy is perfectly shaven. My arousal increases as I imagine having her nipples in my mouth. My cock is painfully erect, just at the thought of it.

I leave the altar and rush to grab one brochure from a nearby guest and open it. And my soul leaves my body. There I am on page one. Naked... everything on display. With another one of my side partners on top of me. My back, my tattoos, the curve of my body, all caught in perfect, high-resolution detail. Another photo depicts me in a hot tub with a pair of individuals from training camp, intoxicated, plus a blurred girl performing inappropriate actions within a public spa. My chest turns to ice. The next page is worse.

My brow shot up and my lips parted. “Wait you dont know how wealthy Ansel Greene is?” Maureen chuckled and brought out her phone typing a thing or two and then showed me the screen. My eyes raked over the screen, true to her word there was an entire tabloid of him on there, news and pictures of who he is and his person, I didn't ignore Sophia who were in some of his pictures. “You didn't know.” Maureen said again. “I knew he had money I just didn't know how much.” I shrugged thanking the waiter who brought our order, mill shake.

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.

It was time to accept who I was. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my panties and bent over slightly at the waist. I gently inched them down and over my ass. As I slipped them, I grabbed hold of the edge of the tape that held my cock up against my body. I winced as I pulled it off in one motion. I slid my panties down and dropped the tape on top of them on the floor. Then I stood facing Michele. I was completely nude now, I looked down at my limp cock hanging between my legs and then looked back at Michele.

Then the floor creaked under my foot. Caught She froze. Then her eyes opened. Straight into mine. I flinched. “I, I was just going to the bathroom.” Layla didn’t flinch. She stood slowly, robe falling open further. Her breasts were round and bare, nipples stiff and dark. Her stomach curved into thick, perfect hips. Her thighs were slick with arousal. “You were watching me,” she said. I opened my mouth to deny it. But she stepped forward. “Come here.” “Mrs. Greene”

Greene stepped forward, still eyeing Ziyana maliciously. “On your knees,” Ziyana teased to my surprise. Greene looked back, only to be met with Stefano and my stony eye. Then she did the unexpected. She closed her eyes tight and fisted a bunch of her silky dress tightly, her palm white and shaky from the impact. Her chest heaved up and down heavily from piled emotions.