Diane Morgan Nude Novels & Stories

My girlfriend was right there and I can't even get to make love to her. I sighed, accepting my fate. In that moment of having my eyes shut, the door opened. Diane! My eyes widened once it was open. She stood still for a split minute, shock to find a man in the toilet, cradling his cock. And she had on nothing, except a pink, lacy pant. Her wild untamed hair was ruffled. And gosh, the way her nipples hardened at the sight of me. Her tits were beautiful, bigger than Karen's.

Before she could sputter a protest, the stripper had them over her head and tossed them on the floor. “If you’ll point me to a bathroom, I can undress—” Alyssa ignored her and plucked at the front clasp of her lacy white bra. With a drag and a tug, it was gone…and Morgan stood nude from the waist up before a total stranger. Alyssa studied Morgan’s breasts, lifting one in her hand to test its weight. “We can work with these.” Morgan tensed, resisting the urge to cover herself like a self-conscious seventh grader in a locker room. “What are you doing?”

Her mouth released a gaspy exclamation. “Diane!” She called to be sure of what she’s looking at. It is her, her eyes are not mistaken. It is indeed Diane dressed up like a slut waiting for his client to arrive to she can please him. The nightie on her was transparent and ripped open at the front exposing her red bra that cupped her breast high on her chest, strips followed the bra to her red net underwear. Her legs were accentuated also in a fishnets heels that clamped up to her underwear. She was also on wing, with her face blended into something else by makeup.

Diane twirled in front of the mirror, her face beaming with smiles. She was dressed in sleeveless red dress that hugged her body and showed off all her curves. Natasha stood beside her, her eyes roaming around Diane's reflection in the mirror. "Okay, you look fabulous."

before Rex could finish his words, Diane threw the duvet that covered her naked skin to the floor. The lingerie she had on was barely covering anything. Her picky nipples and round breast, bouncing as she stepped down. The color red on her light skin complimented her figure, making her look irresistible and seductive. Rex frowned. “I am sorry about earlier. I know I did wrong but we’d be married soon don’t you think?” Diane says as she comes to Rex, squeezing her breast with her hand, the glass of wine on the other hand. Rex said nothing, watching her display shamelessly.

“Very handsome. You almost look like a gentleman tonight.” I groaned and hissed, “Don’t embarrass him.” “What? I’m just stating the obvious. You agree with me, right? He looks good tonight,” Diane continued, and I tried to hide my face behind my drink. Damian didn’t react, but his Beta did. Morgan scowled. “You should know better than to parade yourself around in that dress. It’s indecent. Miss Diane.” Diane gasped as if he had struck her. “Indecent?” she scoffed. “This is a camisole dress. It’s elegant and trendy, not that you’d know the difference.”

This time it was Diana who appeared out of nowhere, there was a possibility that she might have been standing on the stairs and spotted Morgan but Kaitlyn didn’t notice. The attention of the whole room had been turned to Morgan who was answering the questions that Mrs. Jules and Calvin threw at her while also snapping a picture with Diana for the post that her friend requested at the same time. Her smile didn’t drop, and she didn’t look like she was tired or annoyed by their behavior, in fact she seemed to embrace it.

Then I heard her breath in my ears. “You know, if you come back to bed, maybe we could find a way to fix all of this.” A low chuckle escaped my mouth. “You have a way with words huh.” “Yes I do.” I turned around to see Diane standing before me naked. Her features had me smiling. She looked like the perfect example of how women on social media were supposed to be like. “If Jeremiah sees us here…” “How about we forget about my husband? Forget about Jeremiah for like a second and let it just be you and me.”

I stated. “No, problem,” Nathan said. I’m standing outside of the girls’ dorm, and I’m as nervous as hell. The door opens, and it’s a couple of girls dressed up heading over to the main hall for the dance. The door opened again, and out stepped Morgan. She was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. She had dyed her normally pink hair an icy blue. She looked ethereal, like an angel gliding down the stairs. Her dress was silver and blue, the material intertwined and crisscrossing her body.