Robert Wagner Nude Novels & Stories

Robert looked at me, and I could feel his gaze on me, and I felt conscious again. He smiled at the kids, removed his robe, and placed it on a table there. I was shocked to see him. Black swimming shorts molded his body, his skin sleek and muscled as he jumped into the water. But what shocked me even more was that I looked at him and appreciated his physique. No, I didn't!! Not at all...

I had just stepped out from a cool shower and was standing in an air conditioned room, but that didn't stop beads of sweat from forming on my forehead. "What is the meaning of this, Grace?" Dean asked as he turned his laptop to face me. I was stiff for about a minute as I stared aimlessly at the photo displayed on the laptop screen. Staring back at me was an obscene photo of myself, sprawled almost completely naked on a kingsized bed. My hair fell to my face but in a way that one could still know that it was me, but unobservable to the keen eye that I was asleep. I was laying on my side, the only things concealed being my nipples, which were barely covered by my fingers and my vagina which w

The sound of leather sliding through metal made my thighs press together. Trousers and boxer briefs came off together in one smooth motion. Damien Wolfe stood completely naked in front of me. Holy fuck. He was perfect. Thick, heavy cock already half-hard, hanging between powerful thighs. Broad shoulders, sculpted chest, the kind of body that looked like it had been carved for sin. A light trail of dark hair led down to the base of his cock, and I couldn’t stop staring. I tried to focus on the sketchbook. My hands were shaking.

I tried my best to help myself out of that crazy situation but I didn't see myself coming out unharmed. Rogan was desperately trying to undress me. I didn't let him have peace as I kept on pushing and pulling him. He was getting tired as time went by. Rogan wanted to have me desperately. In anger, Rogan tore my robe. My front part would have been naked if not for the bra I had on. Seeing the progress which Rogan was making, I screamed louder. Rogan was happy and he kept on struggling to get me naked. I kept on pushing him harder as well.

Scanning the videos on his laptop, Robert chuckled at a particular one in which Sean’s seventy something tottering uncle had got his young virgin male apprentice to get a taste of Sarah, of course after paying Robert a hefty sum and handing him the contract of making a series of seven ad commercials for his company. The poor virgin lad, got so over excited at seeing a nude woman sprawled on the bed that he had started oozing and then cumming within two minutes of entering the room!

I don't know that I would have been able to watch soft-core gay porn. "Well, it's cold out there. Come on in here." Robert was visibly excited. His smile was wide and inviting. As I entered, I looked him over. He had a nice tan and his chest had more definition than I had thought. Apparently, I thought, old Robert works out a bit. At this point of the story Nathan interjected and said,” So you are saying that it was your first gay experience and that too with an older man?”

I guess being skinny was an advantage. Wagner blew the assassin to the floor and pointed the gun at his face. “Based on my movements, do you recognize me now?” Wagner asked. “No.” Wagner smirked. “Wrong answer. I’m Vad Wagner, idiot,” he said before pulling the trigger. He blew the tip of the gun and smiled. “Are you satisfied? You don’t look cool,” I said. “I’ll be more satisfied if you jump out of the window,” he replied. I rolled my eyes.

He had spent the past hour taking stock of how thoroughly Weldon was arrowing those images back at the bank, how the world media was exploiting Norah’s naked body for ratings. Even so, he had looked at everything but her photographs, deliberately sparing Norah one more pair of male eyes… Sparing himself a disturbing mix of rage and arousal. The thought that men around the world were jerking off over her naked pictures was making him madder than he wanted to be.

slide disappeared, and a high-definition photo took its place. It was a racy photo taken in a hotel bed. In it, Robert was shirtless, sleeping like a dead log, while Kristie, dressed in a sexy, lacy lingerie, lay on his chest and flashed a "V" sign at the camera with a bright grin on her face. The room erupted in shock. "Goodness! That's insane!" "How shameless! And she always pretends to be so innocent at work too." "Mr. Spradlin usually appears to be so proper. Who knew he was actually this wild?"

I felt a gentle hand descend down, landing on top of my love pole. “Let’s get these off you, Robert,” Mrs. Anderson nodded. I must have leaned back looking like a deer caught in the headlights my fantasy MILF woman actually wanted to strip me down and take a look at my hardened cock. This was just what I had dreamed of having Mrs. Anderson pull my shorts down, just like this. She tugged them off, causing my Cock to snap violently back toward my body when the underwear was pulled free. “My, my, my, You’ve been holding out on me, Robert,” the sex goddess beamed. She was staring directly at my nude cock and apparently quite fascinated by my huge cock. I was just hoping it was big enough, or at