T.j. Myers Nude Novels & Stories

She has no idea there won’t be one. Tyler comes down first—barefoot, sweatpants low on his hips, face cold and blank. I follow right behind, wearing only his open dress shirt. It barely covers the fresh hickeys blooming across my neck and chest; my thighs are still sticky from last night. Jessica turns with a bright smile. “Oh hey, honey! Good morning. Just getting ready for a little errand lat—” Her smile dies the second she sees me behind him, half-exposed, belly rounded, looking thoroughly fucked.

“Clothes off. Now.” They stripped like they’d been waiting for permission. Shirts, jeans, boxers hitting the floor in a rush. Four fit, twenty-something bodies—Tyler lean and pale, Ethan short and thick with that fat jiggling ass, Ryan lanky with a long cock already dripping, Jamal smooth dark skin like mine but softer, eyes wide with shame-laced want. I peeled my tank off slow, let them see it all—broad shoulders, heavy pecs dusted with black hair, carved abs, that deep V arrowing down. Then I shoved the sweats to my ankles.

Her hair was tousled and in disarray, like her sweating body, her hair was coated with bits of twig and leaves from the jungle ground and her yellow bikini bottoms were smeared with filth, discolouring the major part of them. Tessa, her cheeks stained by tear and mascara runs, stood shaking with emotion before the grinning Myton, sandwiched between the two black men holding her arms, like a prisoner or a captive prize. She seethed with a mix of repulsion and rage as the big black man ogled her naked breasts and then ran his lecherous gaze up and down her semi-naked body. She looked away as he focused on the mound of her pussy and the shape of it where her little bikini briefs had pulled up b

I even took a deep breath, seeking as much oxygen as possible. "Ladies! Can we make the bed?" Without looking at the ladies, I took the unbuttoned shirt off my body and the pants that had been loosened to the same nakedness. If I may be narcissistic, despite being over thirty, I'm not fat at all. My similar curves were adorned with a tiger tattoo on my back and abstract writing in various languages along my upper arms. Very rarely did I show them off by undressing.

The guy sent me a faceless nude, a Latino guy who looked fit and large, wearing just a little cross on a chain with a hard cock that must have been 8+ inches. Omg, nice, I pulled over and texted him for a while, sent him some pics of my little ass and hole, clean shaven. And I sent pics of my body and face, I'm 5'8 and kinda muscular. He said to me, "I'll pound it and make u suck." I'm gonna refer to him as J.

She looked up at her son. "I...I guess," Benny replied. "Why don't you slip those pants and underwear off. Here..." Tiffany reached over and pulled Benny's underwear and pants completely off his legs as he stepped out of them at the same time. His dick wavered above her and his movement made it swing down onto her head as she stooped down. Taylor captured a perfect shot of his fleshy member briefly resting on Tiffany's crown. As Tiffany sat back up on the couch, Benny stood before her, naked from the waist down, his cock jutting out in front of her face. She adjusted the glasses on her nose with her middle finger.

With a gulp of anticipation, I tapped on the notification, not sure what to expect. My breath hitched as the photo loaded on my phone screen. And there he was-Tyler, standing in front of a mirror, half naked. Only a towel was wrapped around his waist, revealing his chiseled, athletic body. Time seemed to slow down as my eyes took in his toned muscles and the way the droplets of water clung to his skin. In that moment, my mind went blank, and the only word that escaped my lips was a whispered, "Shit."

The sound filled the room. This is it. This is really happening. Tavian hooked his fingers into my waistband. Pulled my pants and underwear down in one smooth motion. Cool air hit my exposed skin. My cock sprang free. Hard and leaking. “Beautiful,” Tavian murmured. He pulled my pants all the way off. Tossed them aside. Left me completely bare from the waist down. I’m naked. In front of both of them. My face burned. I wanted to cover myself but Tavian’s hands were already on my thighs, spreading them wider.

“Then continue stripping . “ Tyson goes on in his deep voice. I feel more confident and take off all my clothes. I am wearing black underwear and because I wasn’t sure whether we will do anything or not, I put on long black stockings. Tyson smirks when he sees them and he knows. He knows I’ve been hoping for this to happen. My face burns and his voice travels to me. “Leave them on, but take the rest off. “ I take my bra off too and pause before taking my panies off. Tyson takes a slow sip from his whisky, looking at me above the rim of his glass. “Come on, “ he orders and my pants slip around my ankles. I am fully naked besides my stockings. “Come here, “ He orders and I take a step. He shak

'I want you naked and ready for me. I shimmy out of my shorts as he stands back to watch me. Embarrassment has me using my hands to cover myself; he has seen my naked body before, but that was months ago, and so much has happened since then. I can feel my skin flushing, and I know my face is bright red. 'Move your hands, Tavisha.' He commands, but my embarrassment is so acute that I can't bring myself to look at him. He is so much more experienced than I am; he must have seen hundreds of beautiful women naked. Even though my bruises are fading, I know I can't compete with them.