Nicole Kang Nude Novels & Stories

The humiliation burned deep in my chest. We drove home mostly quiet, the weight of the new video sitting between us like smoke. ~ ~ ~ ~ Back in the kitchen, Nicole went straight back to the pot. She bent down again to adjust the tray, giving me another clear view of her smooth ass and pussy. While she was distracted, I quickly pulled out my phone, found an old photo I had saved of Nicole and another woman from one of her shoots, kissing deeply while flipping off the camera with “fuck you” energy. I airdropped it to Nicole’s phone.

The phone began its trek around the group, each one surprised at Kelly's brazenness and the eroticism of the photo. Kelly was on her knees on the bed, nude, her red hair was splayed across one shoulder and across her back. Brigitte was behind her, her eyes visible just above Kelly's gorgeous rump, her nose seemingly pressed into Kelly's supple flesh. One arm was visibly coming up and pulling a bit of red hair, drawing Kelly's face upwards. Her eyes were closed and mouth open in a look of pure ecstasy. The photo made her feel very sexy, and she was very proud of it. "Wow," Marie said, handing the phone back.

Nico was always in charge. Once she walked into my room and shut the door. I looked up from my homework and started to speak but she stopped me with an upraised hand. Her hair was sporting a bright purple streak on the right side. Nico unbuttoned the raincoat that came down to her knees and let it drop to the floor. Of course, she was naked underneath. Her pubic hair had a matching purple streak.

She only hugged Julie and comfort her. "I will take Amanda for check up." Nathalie first take Amanda for a bath then handed her neat clothes. "Lay down. I have to examine your lower part." Nathalie guided Amanda and wore her surgical gloves. She then applied a cream and examined her thoroughly. Nathalie sighed deeply and turned to Julie. "Everything is fine. There is a cut between her legs due to roughness but it will heal. As for precautions, here are some medicines, she will not get pregnant also help her to reduce the effect of trauma." Nathalie instructed and explained few more points.

I looked at them one by one. At first, they were just pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend, but when I got to around half of it, I held my breath at what I saw. There were pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend posing naked, and near the end there were even pictures of them kissing, on top of each other, and other similar poses that were R-18 and erotic-looking. “What’s… that?!” Irina pointed to the lady’s chest.

she nodded. I walked back slowly from her, just enough to give Nico a nice view, and slowly I took my hospital gown off, wowing both of them, nico couldn't take his eyes off me and neither could Kira both lost in my beauty. I cupped my breast and played with it for some time while they watched, I saw Nico press the Nurse against the glass again, his anger thundered at every stroke of his dick, and then he pulled out and shoved his dick in her mouth again.

"And who do you love now, huh? Nathan Monroe? The man who doesn't want you in his life? You don't have any other choice, Nicole. Besides the fact that you won't be able to leave this place, I'm going to make sure that you don't want to go back into your poor life." I stared at him with my mouth open. He was crazy. What the hell was he talking about? He took out his phone from his pocket, looked through it, and showed the screen to me. My eyes widened in shock, and I felt like the world stopped. There were a lot of nude pictures of me lying on the bed. They've been taken from many different angles, and all of them made the photos even more sexually explicit. I felt the world around me crumbli

Just as I stepped through the door, my phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down and squinted. No name. Just an unknown number. Hmm… Strange. The picture loaded slowly, then it appeared. My eyes went wide the second it came into focus. My hands shook so hard I almost dropped the phone. Nico was in it. He was naked, lying on his side. Nico’s eyes were closed. He looked like he was asleep. His arm was draped over a blonde‑haired woman, pulling her close against him. Her bare back was to the camera.

She was smiling and didn't look particularly nervous, which surprised me a little. Sitting to her right, in the upholstered chair, was Nicole. Nicole is short, barely 5 feet tall, with jet black hair and an olive complexion, but she's easily the most shapely of the girls. She's Italian, a New Yorker, but she looks like she could be a long lost Kardashian sister. She was wearing a tight-fighting, sequined blue dress; it was backless, with the front of the dress tying around her neck. It didn't show any cleavage, but it didn't need to; there was no question who had the biggest breasts in the room.

Cold water went down my spine and my muscles became rigid. My thumb swiped it open and saw inappropriate pictures everywhere on my screen. My throat congested and I was finding it very hard to breath. Time froze as I saw pictures of myself in my undies. The first picture had me in a red bra and black panties, the next was me in granny pants and a black bra. The last broke me into tiny pieces, causing a tear to roll down my left cheek. "Are you okay?" Emmet touched me, but I flinched. "Nicole?"