Molly Dixon Nude Novels & Stories

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.

"Very." "Thought so, whch means I have to get you off as quick as possible so that we can take our time. Lie back, baby, and let Mom play." Molly stood and shucked off her shorts, then bent over and before John realised what was happening his prick was halfway down his mom's throat. Molly Credy was a consummate cocksucker and almost before he knew it John could feel the tingle deep inside him. The fact that on every down stroke his mother's chin was touching his thigh as she crouched beside him didn't hurt, nor the lazy circles that her tongue was playing on his erection. Soon, way too soon, John could feel his orgasm rising from deep inside.

I'm just here to see- A moan has me tensing up with a dreadful feeling at the pit of my stomach. I'm lifting my head to the direction of the sound and my jaw hangs loose. Right before my eyes, Molly is being lifted up from the floor by a large man and she's being made to straddle a half naked man who is pumping his cock in anticipation. As if that's not terrifying enough, Molly doesn't look like herself. She's panting hard, swaying back and forth like she's high-

By the time she learns the ugly truth about who I am, and what I want, it will be too late for my sweet Molly. “I can’t be in court this morning,” I say. “I have business to attend to. But I’ll stop by around noon to see you, and … to confirm you’re still wearing me.” Molly looks at me, and there is a calculating look behind those emerald eyes of hers. She nods slowly, her lips parted slightly. “Yes, Declan.” Without taking her eyes off me, she lifts her skirt, and she slips a hand down inside her panties. She withdraws two fingers glistening with her juices. She steps forward, takes hold of my cock, and smears it with her juices. “And you’d better still be wearing me.”

Molly sniggers, wiggling her eyebrows. “That’s hard given it’s all I can think about... Have you seen Killian shirtless? That is the kind of chest you spread whipped cream on and lick it off with nothing but your tongue,” I tell them, unable to pull my eyes from my sexy-as-sin husband. “At least one of us will be getting some good vitamin dick tonight,” Molly grumbles, her hand smoothing down her windblown hair. “For the rest of us, it’ll just be us and a soft mattress.”

“You get used to it.” I glanced back toward the tub. Molly was laughing with a group of men. “So what?” one of them said. “You really went all smooth?” Molly grinned. “Every inch!" “Prove it.” She laughed loudly. “Waxing is expensive. Totally worth it.” She tugged her bottoms down just enough to flash them. "Holy shít,” one man said. “I’m telling my girlfriend,” another laughed. “Don’t,” Molly said. “She’ll ask for pictures.” A third man smirked.

"Now I have to wonder if you said that to prove your innocence or just because you wanted to get a better look at me." I tried to resist, I really did, but it felt like a gravitational pull as my head shifted on my pillow to look over at the door. Molly was still naked, unsurprisingly, and looked even sexier than earlier thanks to the stray traces of water she hadn't dried off. If anything, the view was even more scandalous than any I'd had before as from my lower position I was able to make out her pussy in much greater detail. I swallowed nervously as I couldn't help but wonder if she was as turned on as I was.

“Cash first remember?” I got out dried off and stood in front of the mirror naked. My body looked okay. Young. Tight in places Jax probably noticed. The contrast hit me again. Him older experienced me just figuring shit out. I grabbed the clothes they left out. Simple tank top and shorts easy to take off on camera. No bra. The studio room was just like he said. Soft lights already on a big bed in the middle and a camera set up on a tripod. A drawer next to the bed had lube toys a couple different sizes. I stared at them for a second then laughed nervously.

Though it was a legitimate question, I couldn't help but smile. "Thankfully, not that either," I said. "But it’s like we thought. I just saw pictures of other young girls on Mr. Williams' desktop. He didn't even try to hide it when I came in." "Slow down Mila. What exactly did you see?" she asked me, still holding my shoulders. "They had statistics, descriptions, even their measurements. The girls were half naked for God's sake. It was probably a dating site." Ada didn't speak at first but then she laughed under her breath and smiled knowingly.