Marcus Scribner Nude Novels & Stories

He let out a harsh breath. "You are dripping for me," he muttered. He rubbed my clitoris very hard with his thumb. My hips jerked off the table from the feeling. He slid two thick fingers deep inside my hole. He stretched my tight walls over and over. I screamed out in the empty room. Marcus unbuckled his heavy work belt fast. His jeans dropped down to his knees. His huge, thick dick broke free. It was massive and dark. It was already throbbing and leaking pre-cum at the tip. He grabbed my knees. He pushed my legs all the way back to my chest. My wet entrance was completely open to his view.

Marcus stopped in front of the bench and spun me to face him. “Strip,” he commanded, voice low but carrying. “Now.” My hands shook as I peeled the dress over my head, letting it drop. Cool air kissed my bare skin. Naked. Completely. My full tits, hard pink nipples, shaved pussy already glistening. I could feel eyes crawling over me—my stepbrother’s little sister, bare for everyone. “On the bench, slut,” Marcus said, loud enough for nearby people to hear. Filthy pride burned in his tone.

“Your hole is so wet and shiny. Bet it’s clenching right now, wishing for fingers… or tongues.” I cover my face with both hands, mortified and terrified, yet incredibly turned on. My pussy throbs visibly under their stares. “Please… this is too much. I am not sure I can handle you three” I whimper. Marcus chuckles low and dark. “You don’t have to handle us tonight, baby girl. But tomorrow morning… we’re taking you down to the private beach at sunrise. No panties. No bikini. Just you, completely naked on the sand, legs spread wide while we explore every inch of that beautiful body.”

It was at the same exclusive gallery from before, but this time, it was empty, save for the two of them. In the center of the main room, covered by a large black velvet cloth, was a massive print. "This is our masterpiece," Marcus said, his voice filled with pride. "This is the truth." He pulled away the cloth, revealing the photograph. It was a huge, stark, black and white image of Alex from the day before. He was on his hands and knees, his face a mask of pure ecstasy, his body slick with sweat. And behind him, Marcus was visible, his body tensed as he came inside him. The image was raw, explicit, and incredibly beautiful. It was the most intimate, most vulnerable moment of Alex's life, ca

“You’re absolutely dripping. This greedy little cunt is begging for us.” My knees nearly buckled. Marcus didn’t speak. He simply ripped the t-shirt over my head in one savage motion, exposing me completely to the firelight. My full breasts heaved with every shaky breath, pink nipples tight and aching. Their eyes raked over me — hungry, possessive, almost reverent in their filth. “On your fucking knees,” Marcus ordered, voice low and gravelly. I dropped instantly, the soft rug biting into my skin. Noah stood before me, unzipping his jeans. His thick, veiny cock sprang free — long, heavy, the head already glistening with precum. I didn’t wait.

I knew I would fall asleep. He took off my clothes, and I laid down. It was when Marcus laid his hands on me that I realised he had a different kind of Massage in mind, and I welcomed it. Going between my legs, he ministered to my cl*t with his tongue and lips, and I did not want the pleasure to stop. Building up nicely, I came, and he placed himself inside me. I knew Screaming was insensitive since Mason was in the building, but I couldn't help it. Deep down, I wanted to be watched, but I did not know how Marcus would feel about it so I kept it to myself and remembered when that dead bitch Sylvia walked in on Marcus and me. The feeling was so hot that I became extra wet, and my moans increa

His dark eyes locked onto me, shirt pushed up over my breasts, legs obscenely spread, fingers still knuckle deep inside myself, and the loud p**n moans leaking from my headphones. Time froze. I yanked my hand away and slammed the laptop shut, my face burning with shame. “Uncle Marcus! What are you… I thought no one was here!” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze never leaving my exposed body. The bulge in his jeans was already obvious. “A grown woman of twenty-three like you,” he said, voice low and rough, “and this is how you’re getting off? Watching p**n instead of getting properly fucked?”

I stood there completely naked in front of Marcus, my chest heaving, my nipples hard and aching. My shaved pussy was visibly dripping, my swollen lips glistening with arousal under the bright gym lights. A thick string of my cream slowly ran down my inner thigh. Fuckk, i had never felt so exposed, so wanted, and so filthy in my life. Marcus stroked his thick, spit-covered cock slowly continuously as he stared at my body. His eyes were dark with hunger.

I asked for it — the ache, the helplessness, the burn of waiting — and Marcus gave me exactly what I wanted, even when it sounded like something I should never say out loud. The gag pressed between my lips, muffling every sound. Drool slicked my chin. He loved the way it looked on camera, my mouth wet and stuffed, my eyes wide and needy. I loved it too. Bound and displayed, every filthy fantasy I swore I would never show, captured for thousands. Marcus stood at the foot of the bed, cock hard in his fist, gaze fixed on me like I was a meal he had been starving for. The red light on the camera blinked in the corner and my chest tightened knowing every second was being filmed.

she breathed, her nipples hardening under the thin shirt. Marcus pulled his shirt off her body, leaving her completely naked. He squeezed more paint onto his palms and began rubbing it over her full breasts, massaging the cool red paint into her soft flesh. He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers until she moaned. “You look so fucking sexy covered in my paint,” he growled. “My little artist.” Liliana’s voice was breathy. “Marcus… I want you. I can’t concentrate anymore.” He backed her against the large wooden table in the center of the studio.