Marcus Scribner Nude Novels & Stories

“Up. On the bed. Ass up.” Natalia scrambled onto the mattress, face down, knees spread, arching her back like an offering. Marcus yanked her bikini bottoms down her thighs, leaving them tangled at her knees. He spread her open with both hands—thumbs pulling her cheeks apart so he could see her dripping cunt, swollen and pink. “Look at this mess,” he growled. “Soaked from just sucking cock. You’re fucking drenched, baby girl.” He dragged two fingers through her folds, collecting her slick, then pushed them inside—deep, curling, pumping fast. Natalia cried out into the sheets, hips rocking back to meet every thrust.

TATTOO SEX WITH CLIENT My heart was hammering so hard I was sure Marcus could hear it. This was my first solo client, and of all people, it had to be him _Marcus Kane. The rock musician whose music I’d secretly listened to for years. He lay on his side on the chair, shirtless, his lean, muscular torso exposed just for me. His ribs were a blank canvas, and I was trying desperately not to stare at the way his body moved with every breath.

I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him strip. Marcus pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing a sculpted chest and abs. His pants and boxers went next. His cock stood thick and heavy, glistening with my juices. “Damn,” I whispered, biting my lip. “You look even better naked.” He climbed onto the bed and crawled over me, kissing me slow and deep. “Take this dress off. I want to see all of you.” I sat up and let him pull the dress over my head. No bra. Just a tiny black lace thong that was completely ruined.

“Marcus, tilt her hips—yes, exactly like that. Let me see how deep you are.” Marcus groaned and obeyed, lifting Elena so the angle changed and she cried out, nails raking down his back. The sound went straight between my legs. I was supposed to be holding a light meter, but my arm had gone slack ten minutes ago. I couldn’t look away. Their bodies gleamed with sweat under the strobes, skin sliding on skin, breath ragged. Elena’s head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat, and Marcus bent to bite it, marking her while Cassian caught every second.

“That’s right. This nineteen-year-old pussy is going to take every drop I give it. Imagine how full you’ll feel when I finally pump you full for real. Your belly swelling while you’re still sneaking around behind Mia’s back.” The filthy words push me right to the edge. My thighs start shaking. “Sir, I’m so close already. Please let me come this time.” Marcus immediately slows his fingers to a torturous crawl. “Not yet. We’re going out. I want you desperate in public.” He pulls his fingers free, brings them to my lips, and watches me suck them clean. “Taste how needy you are. Now fix your dress. We’re driving to the marina.” The marina parking lot is busy with people enjoying the sunny aftern

Lucian walked into the living room after spending an hour working out, a distressed look on his face as he heard soft music playing. He walked fully into the living room and stopped in his tracks for a few seconds seeing that Marcus was in the living room with two other ladies who were fully naked. "Lucian Romano," the two ladies giggled excitedly on seeing him. Clad in the compression shirt and the grey sweatpants, Lucian looked even hotter and there was no doubt that he could easily leave Marcus with no one to fuck tonight.

“A woman who sucks cock like that shouldn’t be neglected. She should be fucked properly. Worshipped.” Before I could respond, another man joined us. Marcus Reed. Even bigger than Victor, dark skin, deep voice, built like a linebacker. He smiled like he already knew he was going to have me. “Evening, beautiful.” He didn’t even pretend to be subtle. His hand brushed my lower back, fingers grazing just above my ass. “Saw the live too. Been thinking about those pretty lips wrapped around something thicker ever since. You looked so fucking good with your tits out, moaning like that.”

They looked terrified and they were stark naked. The way the camcorder was placed, only the girls were being recorded and the Marquis was out of the shot. His long whip did the job for him. All he had to do was swing his whip and the screams the girls produced were enough. People would pay a lot of money just to get their hands on the tape the Marquis was shooting. I looked at the latex-clad pervert in disgust. I could not believe, even for a second that my Father associated with scum like this. This man if he was to be classified as one was beyond despicable.

Vanessa said, "You earned it. Having you and Katie with us was the hottest thing I've seen in a long time. And then your awesome, huge dick did the rest. I think I'm addicted." "Oh FUCK!" Scarlett cried out. To this point, the low burbling of the hot tub and the sensual nature of our actions had kept things mostly quiet. Whispers and soft moans. But Scarlett's exclamation broke all that. What had made her shout in the first place though, that shattered everything else. The pretty redhead was still bent over Brian's dick, sucking at him with abandon. But standing behind her -- her hips in his hands -- was Mason, slowly stuffing his dick into Scarlett's pussy.

Frank asked. Marcus stared at him, shocked. Without care, Frank dropped his towel and got on the bed. "You are free to watch since you are already used to it," Frank said as he opened Nera's legs and plunged in hard. He was already hard from hearing her moan in his room. Marcus walked out of the room and went straight downstairs. He could not bear seeing another man on top of his wife or hearing her moaning. He went straight to the sink, puking his guts out.