Marcus Scribner Nude Novels & Stories

“Both of you.” Jonathan smiled and opened the door slightly. Marcus stepped in from the shadows, tall and broad, still in his work uniform, eyes dark with lust. “Lock the door,” Jonathan told him. Marcus did. Then both men turned to me. “Strip,” Jonathan commanded. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, letting it fall. Then I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it, standing completely naked in the middle of the professor’s office. “Beautiful,” Marcus breathed. They moved together.