Melissa Archer Nude Novels & Stories

Almost forty rooms were there and weird sounds were coming out. "Come on. I will let you meet Maira" Lisa then dragged the awe struck Celestine They stopped outside a huge chamber where a lady in her early fifties was sitting on the red couch. Her one leg was on the couch while the other was hanging down. She was smoking and making rings with smoke.

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.

When we were both finally naked, I positioned my knees closer between her legs and pushed my unwilling member down on her lower stomach, as if measuring how far in it would go. "Do it," Melissa encouraged. "Fuck your dirty little sister." I had almost forgotten about her, even though Anna lay splayed on top of her stomach. The dirty part of my mind jubilated over the fact that I had two sexy, naked girls in front of me. With my left hand I felt at her naked leg, then moved it up toward her sex. Melissa let out a surprised shout and recoiled as I put my fingers between her legs. She quickly recovered though and let out a relieved "Aaah" as I probed the wet confines of her pussy. She watched m

Melissa replied while I kept staring at my notebook, thinking about that blood covered photograph between them. “Em, we will study, don’t worry.” Melissa said and I looked up in confusion. “Stop staring at the notebooks.” She added and I took a breath, nodding. “Yeah,” I murmured and gulped. “Let me get something to eat for you guys.” Aria said and got off the bed to get downstairs, leaving us alone in the room. I quickly took out the photograph from the notebooks and brought it in front of Melissa. She began to look at it casually after which her eyes got wide in shock.

Aria stood outside the converted warehouse in Manhattan's Meatpacking District, checking the address on her phone one more time. This was it. Damien Cross Photography Studio. Damien Cross. The Damien Cross. The photographer whose work hung in MoMA and the Guggenheim. Whose controversial nude series had caused scandals and made millions. Whose subjects became famous simply by being photographed by him. And he was looking for a new muse. Aria was twenty-five, a struggling artist working three jobs to pay rent on a studio apartment the size of a closet. She'd seen the casting call online: Seeking female model, 21-30, comfortable with artistic nudity, long-term project, substantial compensation.

I was trying desperately to distract my self of her hot warm breath. "Yeah." She picked up her water. I started the movie. Melissa reached behind, unsnapping her bra as she watched the movie – a masked killer observing a cheerleader undressing, an axe in hand. "Yuck." Melissa yawned. "You like this stuff? It’s does not taste like-" I shrugged. "Alcohol?" Because It is not. "No, this is fine." She picked up her water again. "Like you are, you are fine."

“Strip. Slowly. Eyes on me.” Melissa’s hands shook as she reached for the zipper. She peeled the dress down her body, revealing her heavy breasts, soft belly, and thick thighs. No bra. Tiny black thong. She hooked her thumbs in the thong and slid it off, stepping out of her heels. Completely naked now, pale skin flushed pink, full breasts rising and falling with every breath. Kane walked around her in a slow circle. His hand brushed her ass, squeezed one cheek, then slapped it lightly. Melissa gasped.

I had the brutal glance of someone who was ready to kill. I was ready to kill at that moment. Richard only wanted me to see this as proof that he wasn't playing. I knew he wasn't. All day I could not get my mind off it. And even as I stepped home, I stood leaning on the doorframe as I watched Melissa form the backyard. She was standing before the swimming pool in the maxi jacket she wore over the swimsuit that I could still see through the jacket. She had styled her hair, straightened and trimmed at the edges below her shoulders.

After all, this was a follow up on our mole issue… I didn’t bother with knocking on the door when I reached Archer’s office and opened the door. “Arch-” I stopped where I stood by the door when I saw what was happening in the room. Arch was sitting in his seat with his shirt buttons undone and a topless girl on his lap. And if that didn’t explain what was happening, the girl’s lipstick was smudged and there were lipstick stains on Archer’s face and neck. Dear lord! I didn’t know why my heart was beating so hard as I took in the scene in front of me.

"Yeah. Going mad over a man they haven't seen just yet. I don't want them to know I talked with Archer or they'd hound me to death." "Archer?" "I thought you weren't interested?" Anna moved her eyebrows up and down with a teasing smile on her lips. Selah rolled her eyes. She's not that interested. But the mention of the man's unique name somehow piqued her curiosity. "Well, yes. Archer Evans. The man who can definitely pierce you with his eyes. A literal archer. And he lives with Mrs. Terry's bungalow." Exaggeration, perhaps. That's how Selah saw it. "Morning classes are about to start. Let's walk faster."