Diane Morgan Nude Novels & Stories

“No. Cain, please, that’s… She's my daughter. I can’t taste my own daughter’s—” Seeing her chance to get daddy's dick back, an irritated Diane sauntered over. Her tight, young body gleamed with sweat. Her perky tits bouncing all over the place, pink nipples rock hard, irked Maggie. Was this woman really her child? Diane happily wrapped her small hand around Cain’s throbbing nine inch monster, stroking it possessively with slow, twisting pumps.

Fiona suddenly came over and spoke like this. "Shut up Fiona. You don't know, that woman I helped her in the past but she has the nerve to get pregnant with someone else's child. She's famous as a slut now because of her vulgar photos." Morgan shot again and again some apples and some wooden dolls that were in the place.

And there she was. Destiny Morgan stood in the center of the living room, bathed in that warm light, wearing nothing but delicate black lingerie that clung to her curves like a second skin. The sheer lace barely covered her breasts, the tiny panties riding high on her hips. Her hair fell loosely around her shoulders, and her eyes gleamed with dark amusement and unmistakable hunger. “Come and take what you want so badly,” she provoked, her voice low and teasing, laced with that commanding edge he could never resist.

NYX While aunt Diane was seated on her usual lounge sofa wearing her usual long flowing lounge dress, her legs spread apart, several girls including myself gathered her. While I sat in front of her massaging her ankles, two other girls massaged her neck and shoulders. Another girl worked on her scalp, causing her eyes to remain fluttered, almost as if she was asleep. Two girls were suckling each of her nipples that was released from her dress while another girl, had her face buried inbetween aunt Diane’s legs, pleasuring her. Her head was buried inside aunt Diane’s dress, obstructing her nakedness from public eyes. Thankfully so.

"Heather, don't cry, please! I would never hurt you like this!" Morgan stirs at the voices. He stretches and smiles, his manhood on full display. He sees his beautiful mate across the room and winks. Morgan's face falls as he sees tears fall down Heather's face. Why was she clothed? Didn't they just....? Morgan turns flips to his side and stumbles away. His best friend is sitting next to him, with only Nathaniel's jacket covering her. "What the hell?!" He shrieks at her. "Why are we naked, Selene!?"

"Well, I think you're ready for the next challenge, Diana. Do you feel more confident?" "Um, I guess so," She forced herself to straighten up and not feel exposed. "I mean yes, yes I am." "Good," He said, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice. "Now, tell me again: what were the people in the magazines doing?" "Um, they were all naked, and, um, the women were wanking the men's cocks, or putting them in their mouths, and stuff." She listed uncertainly. "Well, then, I think you can guess what I would like you to do next."

I’d met her maybe twice during my years with Carol-always disapproving, always making snide comments about Carol taking in “charity cases.” “Does she say what she wants?” “No. But she seems… agitated. Maybe scared?” Margaret hesitated. “Should I send her away?” “No. I’ll see her.” I closed my laptop. “But stay close. Just in case.” Diane Morrison looked older than I remembered-mid-fifties, gray streaking her brown hair, dressed in worn jeans and a faded jacket. Not the put-together woman I vaguely recalled. “Luna Sage,” she said, her voice shaking slightly.

ALEXANDRE Morning stretches over a suspended city. Newspapers pile up on sidewalks, screens scream the same words, the same images: my mother handcuffed, flanked by officers, the face I've always known so self-assured, now broken. I remain here, behind the walls of Lyra's family home, unable to move, unable to understand. My mother, Diane D., arrested at dawn. The scandal finally has a face. I saw her on the videos: the door forced open, her coat thrown over her shoulders, her terrible calm as she descended the steps. No cries, no resistance. Just that calm of those who know the truth will eventually strike.

Unlike the other women, Morgan’s wide tit-caps were a dark caramel-brown and extremely swollen from milk production, her thick nipples already leaking tiny droplets of creamy fluid. She shared a lusty, intimate gaze with her cute nephew as she slowly fed his throbbing cock inside her eager, pregnant cunt. “WHOA!” Tate moaned loudly, feeling how incredibly hot and surprisingly tight her pussy was as it sheathed his young cock in velvety heat. Morgan began humping up and down on his rigid shaft with growing enthusiasm, clearly delighted by its unyielding stiffness and impressive girth. “Oh my God, I would cheat on my husband every single day with a dick like this!” she exclaimed shamelessly, h

I heard myself moan, wishing that I were a stronger man who could resist the temptation in front of me, and the one that continued to grind against my heaving cock. “Do you like my body?” Morgan asked, peering down at me, her sinfully beautiful face highlighted by a bright, bold smile. She stepped closer to where I sat, and continued to knead her tits between her fingers, squeezing and pulling at her hard, round nipples. Her hands ran down to the flat of her stomach, before slipping into the thin elastic waistband of her tiny skirt. “oooh,” she moaned quietly, as her hand slipped into her thin panties.