Smutty Pics Novels & Stories

Without really meaning to, he ended up clicking over to one of his favorite p**n sites, an open forum where amateur nude photos of women were the bread and butter. He clicked on a promising looking link, and gawked at the screen as he clicked through a photoset of an insanely attractive woman around hismom’s age. She slowly stripped her clothes off, photo by photo, giving him a slow, still striptease, and exciting Billy’s cock into a state of rock hardness. “Have you had any luck?” “The door swung open, and his mom stepped in through it. Billy only just barely had enough time to click to a different tab.

Her breasts were also clear in the picture, and she blushed, swearing internally. "Fuck me," the guy whispered, smiling and nudging her. She giggled, deciding that it was probably fine now that he'd seen it, and let him look longer. After a few seconds, she thumbed back the other direction and saw that she had a couple photos of just her face, a single streamer of cum on her cheek that soon disappeared in the last photo. He smiled, nodding in appreciation. "That was sexy as hell," he said, smiling widely.

Even for something like this? There are photos. Dozens of them. All with Sam and some unknown man. The pictures piss me off. One, they are not me in those pictures. It's just some stupid dude thinking he can take my Sammy from me, and Two, they are going to ruin Sam's reputation faster than anything else in this place. In one of the pictures, he is at her door in nothing but a towel as he leans into her. He looks like he'd just come from her apartment after having sex with her and wants the whole damn building to know about it!

From Ria, the professor, Johnny and randos I know not. Having no particular use for the phone, my finger, by its own sheer will goes to Vicky's page. I- I mean, it swipes and scrolls through all his pictures. I let my eyes linger on some more than others. One of them being him posting the sluttiest picture in social media history. I know that's an exaggeration but that's how I feel. Vicky is clad in thongs, that is visible through the netty pantyhose he has on. There are fur boots on his feet that match the fur jacket on. I shamelessly save the pictures. All 13 of them.

You are to crunch, my beautiful! She began to make the pictures. Tamie threw to her some inappropriate words like: "Let me see this small ass..." or still "Show me these big tits...". She didn't like that. And besides, she was close to giving up because she didn't want to do that anymore. Why ask him for indecent pictures? - I'm going to get a drink... Take your clothes off in the meantime, I'm going to take naked pictures of you, now...

After I've exhausted every pose that could be possible, Sophie allowed me put on a shirt before we started looking at the pictures we took together to select the best one. But they were all good! every single one made me wetter. The ones where my eyes looked glassy and desperate, my pussy swollen and shiny, the plug clearly visible in my ass… those were the sluttiest. I ended up picking three. The first was of me spreading my pussy with two fingers. The second showed my oiled tits squeezed together with my mouth slightly open while the last was a rear view on all fours, my face turned back with pure lust. It showed my diamond shaped butt plug and it was the sexiest.

Cami shrugged. “I was having a future dream... Who in Blue Lake has brown hair, brown eyes, kind of stocky?” Cami scrunched her nose, “Were you doing the nasty with Vincent? Gross.” My eyes widened, and I shook my head, “Ugh, no. I was uhm, getting intimate with Wyatt and some guy was taking pictures of us. He was jacking off to our pictures.” Cami’s eyes widened, “Good lord, I cannot imagine seeing some of the things you have to see,” she said with a shudder.

silhouettes that have adorned the mud flaps on semis for decades. The smurf was on hands and knees behind a bush. At one side of the bush her head and upper chest, suggesting a bit or cleavage, were peering out. The face looking very much like Rose with a "escaped with the cookie" smile. At the other end what looked like her bare bottom was sticking out because the bush was too small. The art was on both doors, with miniatures versions on the front and back. Sam had rigged a sort of NASA grade lo-jack and security system. Rose understood.

I muttered, a small smile tugging at my lips. With nothing else to do, I opened Pictory and began scrolling through my feed absentmindedly, my thumb moving in lazy circles. The usual posts filled the screen—overly edited food shots, glossy travel photos, and friends posting selfies with captions about “living their best lives.” I scrolled past them without thinking, barely processing anything in front of me. Then, I saw it. My heart skipped, and my thumb froze mid-swipe. There, right in front of me, was a photo of Sam. And Isabella.