Mei Lee Nude Novels & Stories

"So, if the Chief requests money, you should be grateful because she's sparing your life. You should be thankful for her generosity, not daring to question her demands." Then, Leo's gaze locked onto me, a mysterious smile spreading across his face. He slid his hand into his trouser pocket and retrieved his phone, his thumbs dancing across the screen as he navigated to his photo album. With a sly flourish, he turned the screen towards me and Jolie, revealing a shocking sight: Jolie's own nude photos stared back at her. Her eyes widened in horror and disbelief, her face pale with shock.

Until he stepped onto the patio and saw her. His 20-year-old stepdaughter, Mia, was lying on one of the lounge chairs by the pool, completely topless. Her full, perky C-cup breasts were fully exposed to the sun, pink nipples hardened by the light breeze. She wore only a tiny red string bikini bottom that barely covered her smooth mound, her long toned legs stretched out lazily, skin glistening with coconut oil.

“What’s the worst I could find? Lexi Blaze's new red edition trailer? A fan club?” She chuckled and tapped on the notification, completely oblivious to Silas's pale state. But what she saw... Her eyes narrowed and her lips parted slightly. It was a string of nudes, the kind an androgynous camboy would send. She tapped on the first one automatically loading. It opened immediately. The image that filled the screen was that of a boy, his legs in the air, and his hole, stretched lewdly for the camera. And the caption read, Let me be your cum dump again.

He was either shirtless, draped in a robe and as Jace had once met him, naked, save for the tight briefs that did a good job exposing his impressive bulge and perfect ass. Jace shook the thought away from his mind, knowing how unprofessional it was to ogle at his client but he could at least be truthful with himself: he did feel attracted to all that coldness, muscles and perfect face. The elevator chimed as it reached the top floor and Jace wheeled the trolley out, down the short hallway to the penthouse. As expected, the door was slightly open—just enough to suggest invitation, just enough to unsettle. He knocked once after taking steadying breaths. “Room service.”

Miles replied, "Nope. I never had the nerve to take one. Sneaking a pic feels way too wrong." Mason said, "@Madame Lee, where’d you go again? I’m not sleeping tonight until we get the truth." Adora chuckled as she read, then stood and casually walked behind Louis. Click. Louis turned his head. “What are you doing?” “Nothing. Just helping you pick food.” She returned to her seat, pulled up the photo, and sent it to the group. Madame Lee said, "No front-facing shots, but here’s a little something from behind."

"You need to be careful, Nina. He might not give up so easily." "I know," I replied, feeling a sense of fear. "But I have to stay focused. My family comes first.” Later that day, my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. I opened it and felt a chill run down my spine. It was a picture of me and Mr. Johnson at the café, taken from a distance. The message read: "Does Henry know you’re meeting other men? Maybe he should, do you want me to tell him or would you want to tell him yourself."

He slipped inside, locked the door, and let his eyes adjust to the moonlight. Mia was on her back, legs spread wide like her body already knew what was coming. The tank top was twisted high, both full tits completely exposed, nipples hard and dark pink. Her sleep shorts were shoved down to mid-thigh, the crotch soaked through and clinging to her puffy pussy lips. A thin string of her arousal glistened on her inner thigh.