Zoe Gregory Nude Novels & Stories

Boldly, she reached out to unbutton Melinda's blouse, desperate to explore her lover's body in return. Melinda shrugged out of her shirt and shimmied out of her skirt and panties, now standing nude before Zoe. She looked gorgeous, all soft curves and porcelain skin. Zoe drank in the sight hungrily before Melinda guided Zoe to the edge of the bed, her movements deliberate and unhurried. “Lie down,” she said, her tone gentle but firm.

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

“My God, you pregnant and like this is my biggest fetish, Zoe.” Zoe smiled wickedly and lightly bit her lower lip as she walked toward him, naked now, her rounded belly tracing the silhouette of their new love. “You said you were going to taste me like the mousse,” she whispered, stopping right in front of him. “No rush. Savoring every piece…” She leaned closer, her hair falling to one side, her mouth near his ear. “So show me, Doctor… or are you backing out of the challenge?” Arthur let out a low, rough laugh—the kind that sent shivers straight through Zoe’s soul. His eyes slowly traveled over her body, as if savoring every curve even before touching her.

I got to my room and was surprised to see Zoey standing before the mirror and undressing. She knew I had walked into the room, but she didn't look back to see me. Instead, she took off the gown she wore and was left with her undies, revealing her perfectly seductive body. A hard gulp passed down my throat as I watched her take off her bra, and then she pulled off her underwear, revealing her nude body to me. “Mine,” my wolf howled possessively, sending a series of emotions throughout my being.

“Well… God knows I need the exercise, kiddo.” Remembering their enthusiastic and breath-stealing activities from just a few hours earlier, Zoe giggled, giving herself away. Scars turned to look at her standing there barefoot, miles of curvy leg exposed, and his eyes darkened with lust, loving that he knew she was naked underneath that baggy shirt, and loving even more that he knew how she looked naked. She was pure sin disguised as a blonde, emerald-eyed angel, and he’d never tire of her. “Hey, beautiful,” he grated out, stripping the material off her with his heated gaze. “How long you been standing there?”

His biological clock was precise, and he was not one to linger in bed. Zoey watched him for a few minutes, noticing scratch marks on his shoulders and chest that she had left the night before. Rubbing her neck, she lay back for a moment before getting up to find a nightgown and heading downstairs for water. After drinking a large glass of warm water, her thirst was quenched. Her stomach growled with hunger from last night's lack of food. Finding only bread in the kitchen, she toasted it and spread some jam on it, sitting at the dining table to eat.

His thick, brown member pointed straight and proud. "There you go," Zoey said. She reached down and casually began to play with her nether lips. To my surprise, she had a thin tuft of blonde hair on her pubis. I thought women like Zoey came naturally shaved. "Come on Katie, go for it." I knew this was the moment my wife would rebel. Three strangers, bottomless, stroking themselves in front of her, and asking her to do the same? No way. Plus, Zoey had just called her Katie. This was over.

Papa’s shout distracted us. I looked to the side and saw Papa looking disapprovingly at us, his open laptop in his hands. A normal person would be embarrassed to have their father catch them making out, let alone making out with one man while another is behind you getting handsy. I, however, am not a normal person. I’m Zoe Petridis, and the Goddess saw fit not to give me a sense of shame or embarrassment. Instead, I focused on Papa’s laptop screen, where I caught a glimpse of my Mama.

Greg grabbed her roughly by the wrists and pinned them behind her head as he removed his white tee shirt, grabbing it from the bottom and crossing his arms over his head as he flung it off, exposing his flaring abs and oblique muscles. As Greg began to unbutton his pants, Cooper whispered into the ear of the next student in line, who confidently strode up to the platform, removing his shirt as he moved. Matilda turned her head to the right to observe him as he advanced, noticing the momentous bulge in his pants. By the time she turned her head back to the activity in front of her, Greg had already stripped himself completely naked. She stared in awe as his bulging cock stood straight up and

The realization that they were being observed dampened his ardor. "Zoe, I can't…" Zoe harrumphed. "Useless piece of shit!" In disdain, Zoe shoved Freddy into the water. She emerged from the water completely naked and retrieved a towel from a nearby chair. Then, she wrapped it around herself, covering only the essential parts, leaving little to the imagination. Freddy was panicking in the water. As Zoe's ultimate lapdog, his first instinct was to immediately appease her. However, Betty's presence made him reluctant to get out of the water.