President Niki Nude Novels & Stories

I had to hold on to some kind of hope. As I opened the door my body froze. At first, I looked down afraid of what to say to Niko, but when my eyes found his body, I didn't know what to do. The room was dark with red hues and there was a large bed in the center with black silk sheets. Niko's body was over six feet tall and completely bare as he rammed himself violently into a woman he had bent over the edge of the bed. His hand wrapped in her hair, forcing her face into the mattress as she screamed in pleasure. He roughly pulled her head back, making her screams louder.

Said nandini excitedly and navya look at megazine where manik was standing shirtless. " Oh so now you're going to discover about manik sir and his life but see he is looking fucking hot in this cover. " Navya said while gulping her lump down and touch manik and nandini snatched the book. " Ohh nandini you're getting possesive about manik sir when i am touching his body in this cover so tell me nandini how will you react when he will be on another book holding his wife close. We can't even imagine where she would touch him in private. Tell me nandini what will you do then?? " Nandini face went red and navya laughed looking nandini embarassed.

She has ruined my image in front of the president. I increased the hold of my grip as she let out an obvious grunt in pain.Gnashing my own teeth together, I blurted out just before realising that I had given her a hot topic to gossip now, " You bitch! You leave your undergarments always on my spot. For christ sake, today Mr President had seen those nasty clothes too." She looked stunned before gasping and asking out in disbelief, " Wait? What? Mr President has visited your apartment today for real?"

"Bikini in Winter?”his voice bellowed. "Emmm sir it's not snowing in Nigeria”. "How many Nigerians wear bikinis this season then” Dan was speechless. "Great design but poor execution,I can manage". "Thanks boss". I pinched him, feeling proud of him and happy for him. Next one was Kamsy's slide, the latest bride. "What's this Mrs Luke,did you upload this from G****e?" "I worked on it Prince, maybe it's too perfect,you think I got it from the internet”.

I wear a demure floor-length flower dress with cap sleeves a sweetheart neckline and long silt exposing one oiled thigh, sitting on the blanket spread out on the floor. Niko sits behind me in a simple white shirt and black pants, the shirt is only burned up halfway revealing his chest, his position relaxed, his feet bare. He did glare at the make-up artist when she came close to him with her bottle of coconut oil indicating at his chest making the poor girl quake in her heels. “Looking into each other’s eyes, Yes! Like so,” the cameraman directs the camera clicking. “Niko places a hand on Lola’s belly, per-fect” is followed by more flashes and clicking.

Her skin was very fair, with a rosy tint beneath its whiteness, and her loose pink pajamas made her cheeks look even more like blooming peach blossoms. Could it be that his secretary was actually a beauty? "President?" Noticing Lewis staring at her, an uneasy Judy called out to him. Lewis, returning to his senses and realizing his lapse, quickly composed himself and said with a cool demeanor, "Just teasing, you don't need to wear your glasses anymore. And that fringe of yours, there's no need to keep it either; it's quite outmoded. You look much better this way. Your image represents the company's image."

They looked terrified, their faces pale and drawn as they were forced to stand before her. “No,” Nina whispered, her voice barely audible. “No, please…” Marcus’s smile widened as he watched the scene unfold. “Surprised?” he asked. “I thought it was time for a little family reunion. After all, it’s not every day you get to see the people you love most in the world, all in one place.”

‘What are you talking about? I typed back. ‘You know what I’m talking Daniella. Go back to sleep now.’ I huffed and crossed my arms. Not knowing what to reply, I pulled out the truth card. 'Well, I believe you're in luck Mr. President for I have never done that even once. You can relax your butt in your comfy bed now.' ‘Oh really?’ Came his reply, IMMEDIATELY. Shit. I bit my lip and typed: ‘Okay, I refuse to talk about masturba*tion topics with you, Erik. Goodnight!’

I froze and couldn't move when his eyes stared at me fixedly. Still looking at his face I remembered the reporter's question. Who is Niki? A memory flashed through my mind. Niki. A beautiful model who was rumored to be dating Barra two years ago. I turned my gaze away from him. I got to wash my face in the restroom, "I need to clean my face." I said in a low voice. He looked at me confused but just nodded.

I wear a demure floor-length flower dress with cap sleeves a sweetheart neckline and long silt exposing one oiled thigh, sitting on the blanket spread out on the floor. Niko sits behind me in a simple white shirt and black pants, the shirt is only burned up halfway revealing his chest, his position relaxed, his feet bare. He did glare at the make-up artist when she came close to him with her bottle of coconut oil indicating at his chest making the poor girl quake in her heels. “Looking into each other’s eyes, Yes! Like so,” the cameraman directs the camera clicking. “Niko places a hand on Lola’s belly, per-fect” is followed by more flashes and clicking.