Melissa Archer Nude Novels & Stories

’ The thought was burning Nick’s breaths in his throat all he wanted to do was to bite her to death for treating him like a gigolo. But at the other side of the door, Arya didn’t have enough time to fix her mess of a room, it was only when Melissa walked in that she realized the enormity of the havoc Nicklaus reigned. Well, if we’re been fair she played a supporting role in recking the place. The only thing she was able to grab was a nighty robe to cover her half naked body as well as hiding Nick’s clothes far away from sight. “Mom” she said breathlessly, a result of her hectic movements seconds ago.

The bed was a lot bigger than the couch, which gave us plenty of room to maneuver in every manner of position. “What are you two schoolgirls giggling about?” I asked, putting on my underwear. I was comfortable in my nudity, but still preferred to cover up once the activities were said and done. “The video.” Melissa patted the bed on the other side of her. “Come watch. It’s really hot.” I climbed into bed and leaned closer to Melissa. The flowery scent from her shampoo mingled with the sweaty aroma of sex. With her nude form so close to me, I had to resist the urge to run my hands over her again.

“Jackson Wolf, these are my friends, my soon to be ex friends Susan, Carmilla, and you already met Melissa the other night.” “How could I forget? Do you still have that photograph of me, Melissa?” He had a way of saying your name that left you with chills. Melissa didn’t miss a beat. “I masturbate to it every night.” Susan and Carmilla laughed. “More wine,” Susan added. “I apologize for myfriend. She has no filters.” My face was on fire. He offered one of his more impish grins, which caused an instant and very strong reaction that I hadn’t been prepared for.

This was until the clubhouse door opened and a five-foot-seven-inch beauty stepped inside, making my dick throb. Long tanned stretched legs out from the bottom of cut-off jean shorts that didn't leave much to the imagination. She wore black heels that I pictured wrapped around my ass I fucked her. My eyes traveled up her torso to see her stomach exposed between her shorts and grey v-neck tee as her perky breasts just about exploded out the top. Her long, blonde curls framed her face and fell just below her tits where my eyes landed on a petite version of my own cut. Melissa. Fucking. Dunkens.

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

Meanwhile, he rushed his fingers on her dropped melons, traced the copied lane of her bra upwards and downwards until his fingers rested on her erect n*ppl*s. She couldn't help but moan with each pleasuring stroking. Melissa stood with her glorious nudity and sunk her eyes to the ground, perhaps unable to take the pleasure her naked boss was impacting on her. In her entire life, she had never been that aroused. Running out of her senses, she abruptly turned and leaned her round melons on the table and cleared a space for him to act. What would he do next? As she had anticipated, immediately after showing him her soft c*nt from behind he rushed his fingers on her back and buried his head betw

The woman is a mumbling, moaning mess. I can barely discern her words beyond, “Daddy, please. Daddy, more. So good. You’re so good.” She’s saying it over and over on repeat, splintered now and then by a sharper wail or a moan so loud her voice breaks. I freeze in the doorway, overwhelmed by what I’m seeing. Archer’s totally naked. His thigh muscles are quivering with each thrust. His tone abs are tight. A thin layer of sweat covers his entire body, making him glisten in the light.

Next to him stood a woman who looked like she was in her forties, and she smiled at him gracefully. He remembered he was naked and quickly used his hand to shield his cock from her view. “I’ve been staring at it for the past night.” She answered, the smile now gone from her face as she looked rather unimpressed. “It looks beautiful, but I’ve seen bigger.” “Melissa has been caring for naked wolves since she was twenty-five. You won’t be the first or last, and you’d better get used to it. You fall naked in the snow again, and she’s back to looking at your cock like it’s the smallest thing in the world.”

With a tap on the screen, a provocative selfie of me lying on my bed without a top materialized. I responded with a playful giggle, opting not to share that particular photo. "No, that one doesn't showcase my features. How about this one instead?" I selected another image of myself positioned against a wall, clad in black lacy lingerie, with my legs spread apart. In the photo, I held a small silver vibrator against my undergarments, my tongue poking out and my eyes closed. Ada suggested nonchalantly, "Why not send both?" I raised an eyebrow in response.

I realized I had been rough, too rough. I should have been gentle with her. She didn’t deserve the force of my frustration, but I was too far gone to take it back. “I didn't mean to yell at you Amelia." I said softly, as I lifted her up. Within a couple of minutes, the door swung open. Melissa stepped in and froze. Her breath caught audibly in her throat as her eyes widened at the sight of our naked bodies tangled on the bed. In an instant she looked away, her chin dropping, face burning with humiliation.