Melinda Dahl Nude Novels & Stories

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.

“Melinda, you keep saying North is being indecent because she went to the bar. But you were also at the bar drinking last night. So, where is your decency?” A few photos dropped from above and landed near the students’ feet. Everyone’s eyes widened when they saw them. In the photo, Melinda was smiling with a flushed face. She was sitting with a group of older men and even leaning against them! These totally changed their opinion on the situation. “Wow, it turns out Melinda is the one who drinks with older men!” “We could only see North’s back in her photos, but in this photo, Melinda clearly looks more than willing to drink with the older men!”

"Okay. Do you want on-location or at the studio set?" Ingrid couldn't hide her excitement. "On-location sounds nice." Cade turned to Noah, who was behind him, with a grin. "Noelani, do you want a new nude photo?" Ingrid looked at her boss. "You have a nude photo, sir?" she asked, smiling. "I wasn't nude," Noah said, embarrassed, narrowing his eyes at Cade. "Why did I let you guys convince me back then?” "He was wearing skimpy swimwear," Cade told Ingrid. "The picture is on my I*******m; do you want to see it?"

“Please come on this stage.” Melinda’s victorious grin spoiled her mood, her unease was suppressed by curiosity. “Begin!” Beta Noah immediately opened the file and read out loudly. “Melinda Fernandez is an outstanding student at the university of Australia, her intellect is matchless.” Noah switched on the projector, and the certificate of Master’s degree flashed on the white screen. “First in the swimming competition, Melinda Fernandez’s physical strength is mind-blowing, she can hold her breath for twenty-four minutes and thirty-eight seconds, a new record.”

Nothing but the incontestable evidence of their nudity, their shame, their shared guilt. Ethan managed to get himself together at last, zipping up his shirt with quivering hands. He attempted to clear his throat. "Melinda, I know this isn't looking real good, but you have to understand…" "Understand what else, Ethan?" Melinda cut in, her voice now dark and ominous, the calm before the storm. "Understand that while I was planning our future, you were busy with my sister?” The question hung there, heavy and suffocating.

It was hot, as if they’re inside an enclosed space, with no air to breathe. Zheira was sitting in her bed while staring at her nails. The dextrose that was supposed to be on her hand was abandoned in the corner. She looked straight at their eyes. It made them move back. This wasn’t their daughter at all. Zheira couldn’t stare at them eye to eye and her iris was red, not gold. “What a drama queen!” she said, tilting her head toward their stiff figure. “W-who are you?” Melinda managed to say. The strange, cold voice registering in her ears was something she only heard at the moment.

” Melinda spoke, stretching out her hand to the man, and he handed a file to her; She dipped her hand inside of it and took out a few pictures; they were pictures of Liam and Kate in the company compound. Her brows narrowed when she saw the picture of the woman beside Liam. ''I think I've seen this woman before… am sure I have seen this face… where exactly…” Melinda close her eyes trying to recall when she had seen her face. Suddenly, the door to the study opened and Joshua walked in with a towel around his neck. He looked like he just finished exercise, as he was sweating all over.

It’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.

They were huddled over Caleb’s phone, engrossed in something. Curiosity got the better of me. I walked closer, trying to see what had them so entertained. As I approached, the sight on Caleb’s phone made my stomach drop. It was a nude video of me—taken without my consent. My heart stopped. A wave of nausea overwhelmed me as I stared at the screen, horrified. I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat. Dana and Caleb looked up, startled. For a moment, our eyes met, and the room fell into a deafening silence.