Previous Parts: Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here

Part 5

All kinds of trouble…

Molly’s never had anyone touch her feet before, at least not in an erotic way. Not out of any dislike for it, though... It had just never really come up.

What soon becomes very apparent, as she screws her face up and attempts to stifle desperate whimpers of pleasure… Is that the delicious pressure Adrian’s working against her insole is going to short circuit her brain. Never in her life has she felt such an immediate and intimate connection between an easily accessed erogenous zone and her pounding clit.

Molly first smothered moan goes unacknowledged… but within a few seconds he’s repeating the same move, her stepdad using the power in his thick hands to spread her toes and make her fucking quiver with pleasure. She can’t help herself – the next shuddering groan loud enough to be heard over the movie.

“Good girl, let it all out…”

He knows. He fucking knows! He must be aware of what he’s doing to her!

She’s panting and squirming while his exquisite work makes her pussy throb and her nipples hard points. Eyes closed, she dares not look – unsure of what will happen if she does. Her hands are trembling at her sides, fingers desperate to pull at her nipples or dip in the pot of white-hot wetness that’s running out of her.

“Aaahhh” She lets out, before clamping a hand over her mouth and twisting, hips rolling with savage need. He’s working up her calves now, heel of his hand pushed in against her muscle before returning to drive his thumbs into the arch of her foot, drawing out yet another sobbing whimper.

“Oh God, Ade - that’s feels so fucking good,” she half wails, half sobs.

He stays silent... but she can hear his breathing change – shallow, more ragged. With her free leg she carefully feels his lap with her foot, moaning again when she feels his rock-hard cock bound tightly against the leg of his shorts. Carefully, she strokes him, opening her eyes so she can see his reaction.

The scene below is a snapshot of utter depravity. All her twisting and squirming have exposed her completely, dress riding up to reveal slick-smeared thighs and her bare, leaking pussy. Where one strap has come off her shoulder, her summer dress has slipped down, revealing a firmly crimped nipple - dark against the heaving swell of her breast. Discovering the impact of her writhing exhibition is certainly a shock, but it’s the primal look in the eyes of her stepfather, focused intently on her soaked sex, that makes Molly's breath catch in her throat…

This man doesn’t just want to fuck her – he wants to destroy her…

It's too much.

Molly finally snaps, unable to hold back any longer, giving into the hunger that's driven her for months.

Lunging forward, she grabs at his shorts, tugging and pulling until Adrian's heavy prick springs free. She straddles him before he can react, grinding her plump, aching cunt against his thick length while she kisses him and runs her fingers through his hair. He’s groping at her dress, roughly dragging it down to free her heavy tits. Molly pushes his hot mouth down to her chest, shrieking in delight when he sucks hard on each tingling nipple, pulling the soft flesh of her breast against his teeth.

Her hips are bucking, electric jolts of involuntary action, reflecting a primal desire she can no longer control.

She needs it to be him who takes the last step though… On some level realizing their illicit coupling has to be jointly owned. Taking his hands, she guides him – pressing his rough calloused touch round the soft swell of her ass. Willing him to do it, willing him to take her for his own…

She sees the tension in his torso and arms when he lifts her, clutching tight to his taught forearms, moaning in anticipation. He looks up from where he’s been gorging on her, meeting her eyes while she pants with longing for him – waiting for her desperate, needy consent. Swallowing hard, Molly nods once and falls into his smoky tasting kiss... just as he pulls her down to impale her on the tower of rearing dick below.

Molly has to throw her head back, breaking their kiss, drawing in a single shuddering breath before releasing a guttural moan of pure pleasure – eyes rolling back. He holds her in his arms as she flails limply on his cock, the instant and immense stretch from taking him all of him at once sending her tumbling into the most intense and savage orgasm of her life.

Pussy clamping and clenching around the girth of him, she can’t form thoughts, let alone words –  nonsensical wailing giving way to choking sobs of joy. He’s huge – bigger than any fantasy she had of him, any dream version of him – an immense slab of pulsing dick that her entire body is cumming over in this glorious moment.

Only when he starts to kiss up her neck does she return to consciousness, whimpering when he lifts her partially off his wide length and thrusts into her once more. Features wracked with ecstasy while he fucks into her with deep, heavy strokes. She brings a hand to his face, touch teasing his lips while he tries to kiss her fingertips.

“Do I feel good around you?...” She croons, her voice a barely audible, strangled whisper. “Am I your Good Girl?...”

The scale of his ejaculation catches her off guard, making her cry out, hot cum flooding into her, a soft heat spreading through her belly not unlike the sensation from the whiskey earlier. His face is screwed up tight in anguish, looking up at her shocked features – fearing her reaction.

Quickly, she kisses his cheeks and finds his lips, wrapping her arms around his head and holding him to her chest. There he jerks and shivers through the last of his orgasm, emptying himself into her while she rolls her hips gently and milks everything from him. She wants it all... Wants him to claim her.

“That’s it, let it all go. Let Molly help you…”

Thank God for birth control.

***

The next three days are a blur.

Molly reckons they’ve at most managed to go four hours without reaching for each other. Thankfully, Adrian’s stamina has improved, that first night proving to be somewhat of an anomaly, but prompting them to set some ground rules around pillow talk to avoid certain ‘triggers’. That said, the restrictions are mainly on her – she’s more than happy to have him whisper filth in her ear while he’s inside her…

Over and over again, she’ll catch him looking while they’re together – an unspoken moment of communication that soon sees her bent over the couch, or the kitchen counter, underwear pulled to one side and howling as she cums on his cock again and again…

She’s sore, stretched and tender, but can’t stop herself – barely able to let him catch a few hours of sleep before climbing on top of him, stroking her permanently wet pussy against his girthy prick until he wakes. Giggling when he rolls her over and pins her arms – teasing her with his tongue before filling her with what she craves.

The sex has been incredible, every orgasm he’s drawn out of her willing body more intense than the last. She’s completely addicted, totally unable to think of anything else than being in his powerful arms while he uses her body in any way he pleases.

They’ve been so wrapped up in each other, they haven’t talked about anything of substance – each too afraid to voice even the slightest opinion on the near future, let alone the wider implications for their behavior.

And so it is they’ve steamed into these last few hours, fitting in one last breathless fuck under the shower before he left the house to pick up her mother from the airport. Her Mom, his Wife… Reality has finally stopped beating at the door, kicking it in and shouldering its way through.

Molly’s been in his room for an hour now, trying to do her best to pack up her things and leave no trace of herself. The exterminator arrived earlier, spraying her room with a promise to return in two days to clean up and sign off the job. Looks like she’s going to be on the couch for the next few days…

She’s not sure how she’s going to do this. They simply haven’t talked about it, but common sense and common decency would dictate that everything must go back to how it was. That everything that’s occurred between them must remain a closely guarded secret. The mere thought of it has her eyes stinging with angry tears – how can she have been so stupid to put herself in this situation?

Angrily rubbing her eyes, she checks her phone – just under forty five minutes and they’ll be back – she needs to stop moping and get on with it. The sound of the vibrating phone on the bedside table startles her - the name on the screen prompting a rush of hot panic that makes her scalp tingle. Mom… Fuck!

She knows – she must know. That’s the only reason she’d be calling, surely? If they were on their way back already, why bother ringing ahead?...

Relax, maybe they just want to check something about the house before they get in – picking up some groceries on the way…

“Hi mom!” She answers the Face-time call as brightly as she can, immediately noting the dark circles and pale weariness in her mother’s features. She looks awful… “Everything alright?” Molly asks with genuine concern.

“Hi, Sweetie!” Comes the cheery answer, but Mol can hear the thick emotion in her mother’s voice, fearing once more that Adrian may have felt the inexplicable need to confess all upon meeting her  in the arrivals hall… “Don’t worry, I’m fine, but I’ve got some news.”

Molly nods and frowns at the screen, mind working a million miles an hour, trying to feel out the situation and how fucked she is right now.

“Are you sitting down darling? This might come as a bit of a shock, I’m afraid…”

***

Twenty minutes later, she pulls the top off the whiskey bottle and pours a sizable slug into a glass. Shaking her head in disbelief, Molly takes a long sip and tries to process what the fuck’s just happened.

Mom had beat around the bush before getting to the point, scaring the shit out of her when she kept going on about how she ‘didn’t need to move out immediately’.

Every indicator was that Adrian had spilled his guts and blown up the whole affair; that he’d confessed his infidelity, but not necessarily who with. That mom was leaving him, and that Molly would have to leave the townhouse…

The truth was far stranger... Especially given the guilt and worry she’d felt when she picked up the phone.

Mom was leaving Adrian, but it was her who’d confessed to having an affair!

Molly’s look of shock had prompted floods of tears and sobbing apologies, mom obviously thinking her daughter was casting judgement. Mol had spent most of the conversation just trying to calm her Mother down, letting her know she loved her, that she didn’t judge her.

The story beggared belief though, mom’s boredom at Nana P’s bedside prompting a series of dating app flirtations and finally a curfew-busting hook up with a retired stockbroker…

Molly had always known she was different to her Mother, more worldly. She enjoyed living life; sensation, experience. Mom liked the finer things, questioning whether someone could really be poor and truly happy. Adrian and she had never been poor exactly, but he certainly couldn’t match up to a stockbroker’s bank balance…

And so it was that mom explained she’d been waiting to talk to Ade in person before letting him know their marriage was over. Their divorce proceedings should be over quickly – mom wasn’t looking for much from the settlement. The townhouse was in his name alone, so it was just some joint investments they needed to divvy up between them.

Molly wasn’t sure how to feel… She couldn’t be angry, not when what she’d done was so much worse... But she sure as hell didn’t feel guilty anymore. And she was more than ready to claim Ade for herself now.

Which is why she was strutting about the kitchen in her skimpy black bikini sipping single malt, freshly shaved and with her make up perfect. As soon as her man walked through that door, she wanted to celebrate with him the way she knew he’d appreciate the most…

His return was joyous, his sheepish attempt to look bummed about the situation falling to pieces as soon as he copped a look at her bountiful curves straining the limits of the skimpy black fabric. Her giggle as she jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around him all the license he needed to beam at her and kiss her deeply.

Laying her on the counter top, he took her breath away when he went down on her, peeling the tiny black thong to one side while his tongue made her weep with joy. When he picked her up and pinned her against the wall afterwards, she howled with pleasure, scarcely able to believe the size of him as he thrust into her while she clung to his shoulder. Ankles crossed behind his back, pulling him ever deeper while she bit gently at the thick muscle by his neck, enjoying his grunt of surprise.

Laughing softly, he took his revenge, pounding away at her, driving the air from her lungs. A brutal fucking that made her cum quickly, Adrian pulling her close while her body convulsed and she whimpered in pleasure.

As the last tremors rolled through her, and euphoria made her soul soar, he whispered in her ear,

“That’s my Good Girl.”

***
And that brings us to the end of this series - thank you so much if you've been following this one!

-Antonio x