Robert Wagner Nude Novels & Stories

“Oh, so people in the West don’t get naked?” “You know what I mean. Aren’t there supposed to be sculptures of horses or cowboys riding through sagebrush?” “I’ve already fulfilled those requirements in other mediums and other pieces.” “So you don’t need to show these.” “Yes, I do. What’s the big deal? You agreed to pose for me.” “Not like that! I told you no naked pictures.” “I thought you were kidding. You know, like you were kidding about wanting a cowboy ménage?” “Not the same thing, Carter. I specifically said no nudes, several times, remember?”

Rogan smiled sneakily as he untied my robe exposing my entire naked body to him. “Rogan….” I was trying to plead to him in some form but not sure what just felt a bit self-conscious but the way he licked his lips told me I should not feel uncomfortable. The lotion in his hands warmed to his touch.

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.

They were standing, holding drinks in their hands, looking like they were at a party. The next photo showed the blonde woman sitting on a couch. This time she was naked, her legs spread, and her pussy was shaved like it said in the ad. The third photo showed Greg. He was sitting on a deck chair by a swimming pool, naked as well, his erect cock flat against his belly.

It was slightly ajar. Curiosity should’ve died right there. But no. Of course not. I had to know. I moved toward it like a sleepwalker drifting toward disaster. I reached the door and peered in, only to see everything. Ronan was naked. He was also spread out like a living sex ad. His legs were apart and his hair was damp. His muscles gleamed with sweat and his hips rolled with practiced rhythm as he drove himself into… A nurse? Blonde. Curvy. Her scrub top was still on—barely buttoned—but her lower half was completely bare. She rode him like she was possessed. No hesitation, no holding back.

He’s so aroused that his shaft hurt inside the confines of his underwear. He didn’t waste any time. Frantically, he started to remove all of his clothing while his eyes feasted on the woman who was enjoying the cold water, scooping it to her palms and pouring it onto her breast. Robert’s rock-hard shaft sprang free the moment he removed his underwear, making him naked as the day he was born. As a hard-trained hunter, he sported a sculpted-like body. All the right muscles in the right places. He stood there, like a sex god ready to make love to his goddess.

The camera was on, his face professional, but beneath the desk his cock strained against his sweatpants. The door creaked open softly. Nagur slipped in, still sleepy-eyed from an earlier subspace session, wearing nothing but the delicate black lace lingerie Cassian had personally picked out for him that morning. The sheer fabric clung to his skin, the intricate patterns framing his nipples and barely covering his half-hard cock, the back of the panties cut high to expose the base of the massive plug still lodged in his ass. A faint trail of dried cum from the morning’s face-fucking still clung to his collarbone. Nagur moved with that dreamy, subspace-tinged grace, padding barefoot across the

My cheeks burned now as I nodded. "Well, well, well, Niku, get the cameras set up." She opened her robes and let it fall down her body. I shuddered at the sight of her naked form. I had masturbated to her and her husband so many times. I groaned as I stared at her shaved pussy. Then Mr. Miller took his robe off. That big dick that had captured my imagination for months thrust out before him. He throbbed and twitched. I wanted to just drop to my knees and suck on his dick right here and now.

Ravenna Roberts was on her knees in the center of the dark room, completely naked except for the tight black leather collar around her delicate neck. The faint red light from a lamp bathed her fair skin, highlighting the generous curves of her heavy breasts, her slim waist, and her large, round, perky ass that she kept slightly raised, like a silent offering. Her knees ached against the cold wooden floor, but the pain only made her pussy throb harder, already wet with anticipation.

I cannot believe this guy has no respect for me. “So are you Zane?” He asked me instead and didn't care that I was fussing. “Securities!!!” I yelled and walked towards the alarm button to call their attention. “Oh..Ho … hold on right there. There's something I'll like you to see” He turned his laptop screen for me to see. On the screen was a picture of Rita putting on a fish net lingerie. “Uhh…you probably didn't see that clearly. Here’s another one “ He swiped the screen to a picture of Rita stack naked.