Natalie Florence Nude Novels & Stories

She looked back as her juices squirted onto the glass wall. She fell into Dante’s arms. He whispered, “How naughty! After showing off your naked body, you also showed the world how your pussy squirts?” Natalie’s face turned red. The room was dark because Dante had turned off the lights, but at that moment her body was completely naked and facing the glass wall overlooking the city center. Up hundreds of meters high and in the middle of the night, there was no way anyone could see how they made love. Still, Natalie felt like she was making love in public. It was a very indecent and immoral act, but it gave her an exciting thrill of challenge.

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.

But she could not deny the allure of the cool water, the promise of a refreshing dip. With a hesitant sigh, Florence began to undress. She slipped out of the maxi dress, revealing the black bikini she had worn underneath. It was a simple, yet elegant piece, perfect for a casual dip in the lake. As she stepped out of the dress, she felt a rush of excitement and nervousness. She was about to do something bold, something daring.

Natalie released my hard-on cock into its cage and masturbated, which made me even more fierce. I took off my pants and left the briefs to hang Natalie's inner desire, crawling down again to pay attention to her pearl. My hand went to her thigh to leg then pulled it apart to expose her flower. My finger gently went through her slit, played with her clitoris. She burst out a long howl, tilting her head with pleasure. I slowly inserted my middle finger into her hole while squeezing her boobs alternately. Natalie was losing her temper, losing control of herself as Her body arched with the enjoyment I was giving.

I ran back to the library to my uncle Harry's computer. The first one I insert in the DVD drive is labeled NST01. There is also an NST02, NST03 and NST04. The computer is in auto-play mode and it mounts the DVD. There is an MS-Word file, an mpeg video file and a folder full of jpeg files. I open the jpegs first because I want to see if they are pictures of Nicole. They aren't. They are pictures of an older woman about my mom's age. The pictures show her in various stages of undress, then various nude poses; bent over, legs spread, masturbating and some close ups of her erect nipples and wet pussy lips. She's a very attractive woman and my cock is responding, especially to the one with her le

The screen changed, flickering once. Then Natalie appeared, bold and elegant. And the video began.

What I was listening for was not the rate but the quality of it, the texture of the evenness, because there was a difference between natural sleep and performed sleep that expressed itself in small ways if you knew what you were listening for. Forced control had a flatness to it. A monotony. The heartbeat of someone performing stillness was too consistent, too regulated, each beat arriving at the same interval in a way that natural sleep never produced because natural sleep was not a performance. It was a system doing what systems did when they were left alone. Natural sleep had variations. Small ones. A breath that deepened before a shift in position. A momentary increase before the body se

She walks right into the shower in front of us, slides that lacy thong down those beautifully toned legs, and throws the material at me. I catch it just as fast as she throws it. “Make love to me and mark me, Jaxon. I want you to mark me.” Naked, mine, and telling me to mark her? That does it for my wolf and me. It takes me less than a minute to take my clothes off and less than a second for Natalie’s eyes to drift down to my painfully hard cock. The way she parts her lips like it’s the first time I’ve ever been inside her? It makes my cock twitch. It makes my heart beat twice as fast.

FLORENCE’S POV As soon as Rosa and I reached her studio, I immediately grabbed her laptop. My fingers shook slightly as I typed in the gossip websites, terrified of what I might find. The screen quickly filled with images, headlines, and notifications—and there it was. Exactly as Emily had said. Her nude photos were everywhere. “Oh my god…” Rosa whispered behind me, leaning closer to see the screen. “This is so messed up. What sick asshole would do something like this?” Her voice tightened, anger radiating from every word. “I swear to god, when I find him…”

They keep looking at me as if I’m already gone. “University boys will have you forgetting your old nannies by lunchtime,” Marta teases, sliding a plate of warm eggs in front of me while Nanny Mara pours my juice without even being asked, like I’m still six years old. My whole face goes hot. “I absolutely will not—” “No,” old Nanny Mara cuts in, not even looking up from the juice. Everyone goes quiet. Mara lifts her eyes and looks straight at me. Her voice suddenly turns flat and strange. “She won’t meet boys.” A beat. “Because they’ll find her first.”