Jessie Murphy Nudes Novels & Stories

This place makes my weaponry look like a child's play room. There's a bouldering wall to my right and monkey bars by the rings. The floors are covered in black, as are the walls. My eyes stop roaming the space when they focus on Jessamine. Her clothes are unlike anything I've seen on a lady. They cling to her sleek figure, hugging the new lean muscle and devastating curves all too well. Her hands and midsection are exposed, as is her chest. The small material covering her breasts strains as she swings her fist, the bag exploding upon impact.

No more hiding, no more quick fucks in the shadows. Just us, her body under mine on a sun-drenched beach, my big cock filling her as she screamed my name to the waves. I could see it: Jessy in a tiny bikini, her curves on display, me pinning her to the sand, thrusting slow and deep while she whispered, "Harder, Daddy—make me your whore." The idea stirred me, my cock twitching in my pants as I imagined breeding her under foreign stars, her pussy milking every drop.

I step out of the shower and grab my white robe, I don't bother to tie it or dry any part of me, I let the water from my hair drips down to my neck. The door bell rings again and I walk over to open it. It's Jessie. It's like a repeat of our first meeting, the same way I walked in on her masturbating, she's also walking in on me masturbating, hungrily my eyes roam her body. She's dressed in a cute blue dress that hugs her tight curves just right, her tits are held up well by the dress and her hips look perfect. “Hi…I'm…I'm sorry to interrupt” she says and swallows, I take my eyes up to her face and find her looking at my crotch.

I murmur, gripping her waist and pulling her flush against me, “I might have to pull out my camera and remind you exactly why we were everyone’s favorite duo.” She lets out a soft laugh, her hardened tits grazing my chest. “I’d very much want that,” she whispers, tracing lazy circles on my chest. Then her smirk deepens. “Though, I’d like to suggest a third party.” I arch a brow, though we’re not new to this threesome thing. “And who might that be?” She tilts her head toward the doorway. Jessie is standing there, completely naked. Her flirty eyes meet mine. I blink once, taken aback. “Are you serious?”

Babu said still smiling widely. Lex laughed then said, "Yes, she has very big boobies. Why don't you show Mr. Babu your tits Jess. Actually, take off all your cloths, remember I want you completely naked today." Jess nodded nervously but did as was told and was quickly standing in front of the two old guys completely naked. Lex looked at Babu and motioned towards Jess, "Help yourself." Babu giggled as he stepped forward and placed both his hands on her breasts. He looked at her face briefly then leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth flicking his tongue back and forth over it until it hardened. He then switched and did the same to the other.

“Yeah. I’m just undressing.” I breathe out through my nose—relief, tension, something in between—and push the door open a crack. Jessie stands with her back to me, her dress half lifted, exposing tights and the bruises that wash over her ribs in deep violets and fading yellows. Old pain and fresh pain overlapping. She catches my eyes in the reflection and gives the smallest nod, giving me permission to enter. There was no nurse here to help her. I was the closest thing there was.

“I need to go and get a few things. While I’m out of the room you’re going to strip yourself naked. From now on, when we’re alone in this room together you will always be naked.” Christ, what had she been thinking? “I want you at the edge of the bed on your hands and knees, your legs spread nice and wide.” Damien unlocked the door and left the room, leaving her in a slightly dazed state. Sitting up, she removed the teddy. Well, that seemed like a waste of money. Always naked in their bedroom? Was he kidding? She was pretty sure he wasn’t. Not in the slightest. On her hands and knees, Jessa positioned herself at the edge of the bed then spread her legs wide. She blushed, realizing exactly how

“He’s a little young to start brawling. But he is a McKay, so I wouldn’t be surprised.” Brandt took another pull off his beer and gestured to the couch. “Sit down and take a load off.” Jessie paced to the door, peering out the window, cursing her nervous energy. Hah. Who was she trying to kid? She was just plain nervous. This seemed like such an easy idea in the truck on the way home from work. Get naked. But it was two hours later and she still had her clothes on. “Something on your mind?” She couldn’t un-stick her tongue from the roof of her mouth.

She turned and slid her bra and then blouse back on, then waved playfully as she headed to her desk. The rest of the day was actually pretty normal for Jessie. She spent most of it at her desk doing paperwork, and then the last few hours, Mr. Murphy had her come in to his office and go through some more of the giant stack of boxes while he stood behind her. At one point, he pulled his zipper down and started jerking off. She did as he'd specified, though, which was to keep working no matter what he was doing. After a short and slightly uncomfortable session of bending over, knees straight, he grunted and finished on the floor again, hurrying to clean it up before it made a stain.

That’s all she remembered. He said a few things to her. But she wasn’t paying attention because Craig had entered. She didn’t want Craig or anyone else seeing this. Seeing her like this. She wrapped her arms around her flimsy, near-transparent t-shirt and she didn’t have a bra on. She didn’t own one. Embarrassment flooded her mind as both men’s eyes crawled over her body. Alrick got out of bed, and it occurred to Jessie that he’d been sleeping in the nude. Blushing, she turned away from the bed to let him have his privacy. She didn’t want to offend him.