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Gaping Training – Lola Fae & Bill Bailey


GAPING TRAINING
SUGAR DADDY MAKES HIS TEEN GIRLFRIEND TRAIN FOR ANAL SEX

A teen, Tracy (Lola Fae), walks uncomfortably outdoors towards her sugar daddy boyfriend (Bill Bailey)’s house. Her movements are slow and careful, although once she arrives and is greeted by the older man, he’s pleased to see that she’s wearing the butt plug, just like he asked. He even removes it to get a good look at the little gape while Tracy squeaks and blushed. He knows it’s uncomfortable, especially since it’s Tracy’s first time, but she wants Daddy’s dick, right? Then she has to keep up with the training…

Back at home, while having dinner with her actual father, Tracy’s father shows concern for how awkwardly she’s holding herself. She tries to insist that there’s nothing to worry about and encourages them to just have a nice meal.

That’s when her sugar daddy sends a text, demanding to see her pussy. No, better yet, he wants her to send him pictures of her fingering herself under the table. Although she’s nervous about being caught, there’s a certain thrill there as well as she does what he asks, then sends the picture. Although her real dad almost catches her, she just barely escapes his notice.

Tracy, eager to please her boyfriend, continues to wear butt plugs in her everyday life, even in public. While she’s at work as a waitress, she tries her best to concentrate, almost getting caught by a coworker for looking so uncomfortable. Fortunately, she’s able to get away from the situation by pretending she has cramps. It’s perfect timing since her daddy messages her, demanding to see how she’s progressing. She excuses herself and rushes to the bathroom. Once she’s there, she takes pictures of her gape and sends them to her daddy.

Finally, her sugar daddy declares that she’s ready for the wicked evening he has in store for her.

Swapping Daughters: The Other Family – Seth Gamble & Mr. Pete & Dee Williams & Maya Kendrick


SWAPPING DAUGHTERS: THE OTHER FAMILY
PARENTS SWAP DAUGHTERS TO USE NEW DAUGHTER FOR SEX

Scene opens on a young girl, Becky (Maya Kendrick), who sits in the back of a car. She looks excited and anxious to get out of the car. The car pulls up to a flawless suburban home with a perfectly manicured lawn. Outside, three people stand. These are the members of the Darling family: husband Doug (Mr. Pete), wife Doris (Dee Williams) and son Davey (Seth Gamble). Becky smiles when she sees them. The three stand in a perfectly straight line and have the same exaggeratingly welcoming smile on their faces. They wave in unison and are all dressed in similarly preppy fashion with matching colored clothing. As the car pulls into the driveway, Becky notices the odd way they’re waving and her smile falters for a second as she regards them skeptically. But she seems to push her worries aside immediately and regains her smile. The car pulls to a stop. Becky thanks the driver and hops out excitedly. She must be Becky!, Doug says enthusiastically. Yes, Becky confirms. Doug introduces himself and presents his wife and son. Doug asks Davey to get Becky’s bags from the car. Davey goes to get the bags.

Welcome to Canada, they are so happy to have her here!, Doris says brightly. Becky says that she’s happy to be here for her cultural exchange, and it’s not nearly as cold as her parents said it would be. Yes, people tend to exaggerate about the climate here, says Doug. ‘We don’t all live in igloos you know!’ Doug adds with a laugh. Why doesn’t he take Becky’s bags upstairs and show her her new room?, Doug suggests to Davey. She arrived just in time for dinner, Doris says. Dinner is every night at six o’clock SHARP, Doug says firmly. ‘And no matter what we are doing, we ALWAYS come home for family dinner at six. NO. EXCEPTIONS.’ Doris says, with an oddly insistent edge. She’ll see that there are many…family rules, but these rules just make them closer as a family, Doris says. ‘Isn’t that right sweetie?’ she asks Davey. Yes Mother!, Davey answers energetically. Becky catches that and laughs nervously. Well, they’d better get Becky’s bags upstairs, dinner will be on the table soon!, Doris says. They’ll take care of paying for the cab while Davey takes care of Becky, Doug adds.

As Davey walks Becky up the driveway into the house, they chat. Um… is everything as…strict as they just made it sound?, she asks with a nervous chuckle. Yeah, Mom and Dad just like things done a certain…way, Davey says. She’ll get used to it, he adds. He thought it was a little weird at first too, he says. He was 15 when his dad married Doris, but it’s been four years now and he’s totally used to all their little rules, he adds. ‘And trust me, once you get used to them, you’ll LOVE it here. I know I do,’ he says with a chuckle, as his eyes look Becky’s body up and down. Becky laughs nervously.

Cut to the dinner table, where the four sit with their meals in front of them. The three Darlings, virtually in unison, fold their napkins and place them onto their laps. Becky looks on, a quizzical expression on her face, but a moment later, follows along, placing her own napkin on her lap. So Davey showed her her new room?, Doug asks. Yes, it’s great!, Becky says happily. Before they can continue their conversation, Doris lightly taps her glass with her fork, getting everyone’s attention. It’s time to say grace!, Doris announces with a smile. The three Darlings join hands, but Becky hesitates. Is there a problem dear?, Doris asks. Um, no, she just…isn’t used to saying grace, Becky says, smiling awkwardly. Well, in this family, they give thanks before every meal, because in life, there is so MUCH to be thankful for, Doug says earnestly. And since Becky’s a part of this family now, it’s important that she takes part in this, Doug adds, again offering his hand for Becky to take.

Becky smiles nervously and takes Doug’s hand and with her other, grasps Davey’s outstretched hand. Doug begins by saying that they are thankful for the meal that they are about to receive, they are thankful for their health, and…they are very thankful for Becky, the newest member of their family. When he says ‘newest member of their family’, all three Darlings turn their heads to look at Becky with unblinking grins. Just as when he married Doris and she became Davey’s mother, they have formed a new family, Doug continues. ‘We are thankful to be blessed with this young woman, who will be taking part in all of our…family traditions,’ Doug adds. As Doug is saying this, Davey’s fingers begin to rub Becky’s palm. Feeling this, her eyes open with mild surprise. She looks at Davey, who stares at her. He slowly licks his lips.

She subtly tries to take her hand out from his but Davey grips her hand harder, preventing her from pulling away. Becky looks towards Doug, who stares back at her with a blank smile. To Becky’s growing alarm, Doug licks his lips. Becky looks toward Doris, who is also staring at her and licking her lips hungrily. She looks around in disbelief at the three of them as they stare back at her.

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They begin to eat. Soon, there is a buzzing sound under the table, coming from where Becky is sitting. She takes her cell phone from her pocket, apologizing. ‘Davey, didn’t you tell Becky about our cell phone rule?’ asks Doris, staring angrily at Davey. No Mother, he didn’t, he says, hanging his head in shame. Doris turns to Becky, her fury replaced by a manufactured smile and an artificial sweetness. ‘Dear, we don’t allow cell phones or any other gadgets like that in this house. We don’t even own a television or a computer actually. Those kinds of things are nothing but…distractions. And we don’t want ANYTHING distracting us from each other, because family…comes first, isn’t that right gang?’ Doris says, smiling her sickly sweet grin. The Darlings all smile back at her and say that’s right.

Oh um ok, well, she’ll put her phone away then, Becky says. Oh no dear, she’ll have to give her phone to Doug for safekeeping, Doris says with a smile. Becky hesitates. They really want her to give her phone to them?, she asks incredulously. Oh yes, Doris says with a smile. It’s for the best, adds Davey with the same smile. But what about emergencies?, Becky asks softly, clearly becoming weirded out. ‘Well, aren’t you going to be spending all your time with us?’ Doris asks. Yes, she sure is, and they’ll make sure that NOTHING bad happens to her, Doug adds, putting out his hand for her phone. Becky hesitates for a moment longer and finally, slowly puts her phone into Doug’s hand.

Cut to a few days later. The family is in the living room, enjoying a game of charades. The family plays a few rounds. When it is Becky’s turn to act out, she acts out the phrase ‘rowboat’ successfully. The family congratulates her. Despite the weirdness of the first night’s dinner, this wholesome family game seems to be helping Becky relax. Next, it is Davey’s turn to act out the clue. He looks at the slip of paper and seeing what it is, smiles mischievously. He gets up in front of the couch, and the family watches him. He begins to squeeze imaginary breasts, staring at Becky as he does so. Becky shifts uncomfortably, looking away. Davey’s parents don’t see anything sexual about it at all and eventually, Doris guesses ‘arthritis’ enthusiastically, seemingly interpreting his squeezing motion as him stretching his arthritic hands. That turns out to be the correct answer and the Darlings cheer.

Can he PLEASE go again?, Davey asks with a smirk. That was too easy and he wants a real challenge with a harder clue, he adds. Well, they ARE just playing for fun and aren’t even keeping score, so she doesn’t see why not, Doris says. Super!, Davey says, choosing another slip of paper. He thinks for a second and begins to mime what can only be licking a pussy, flicking his tongue obscenely in the air as he spreads an imaginary pussy with two fingers of each hand. Again, he stares at Becky as he does it. She is getting increasingly uncomfortable and looks to Doug and Doris for assistance. But they are really into the game, still seemingly not noticing the sexual nature of Davey’s actions, and don’t even look at Becky. Oh wait, he knows this one, he does this ALL the time, Doug says before guessing ‘licking an envelope.’ The Darlings again celebrate the correct answer while Becky looks on, outwardly disturbed now. After a moment, Davey again pleads with his parents to let him go one more time. Doug is unsure, he tells Davey he should let other people have a turn, but Davey almost begs him and he finally relents. But this is the LAST time, Doug adds firmly. For sure Dad!, Davey says and grabs another slip of paper.

He grins and thinks for a moment. He begins to thrust his hips as if he’s fucking. He then mimes a slap, as if he’s slapping the ass of the person that he’s fucking. Again, he stares at Becky, grinning a lustful grin. Becky looks again at Doug and Doris for help, but they don’t pay attention to her. They are just happily guessing, playing the game. This is too much for Becky now. ‘Um HELLO?!, don’t you see what he’s doing?!’ she asks Doug and Doris incredulously. Davey stops his actions. What does she mean?, Doug asks Becky. ‘He’s…he’s acting out…you know…sexual things…and…and staring at me,’ Becky says. Dear, he’s CLEARLY riding a horse, Doug says patiently. Isn’t that right Davey?, Doug asks his son. That’s EXACTLY right!, Davey says indignantly.

Oh come on, they can’t SERIOUSLY believe that!?, Becky says to Doug and Doris. Well, if that IS what happened, it’s certainly no cause for fighting, Doris says. ‘He just got a little carried away is all, and you can hardly blame him. He’s a competitive boy, that one!’ Doris adds with a little laugh. Oh what does it matter anyway, Mom?!, Davey asks. She’s going to find out soon enough what’s REALLY going on,’ Davey adds, a mean-spirited smile on his face. ‘David Darling, don’t you say ANOTHER WORD. Go to your room, young man,’ Doug says instantly. Davey huffs off.

Becky is puzzled and feeling very uncomfortable. Um, what was Davey talking about when he said ‘what’s really going on’?, Becky asks cautiously. Oh nothing Becky, she knows how boys his age like to joke around, Doug plays it off. Is he sure about that?, it didn’t really seem like a joke, Becky probes skeptically. Doug and Doris exchange a conspiratorial glance between them. Becky sees this glance. ‘Please, just tell me, you’re freaking me out,’ she says. Well, they were going to wait until she was fully settled in to tell her, but now Davey’s gone and spoiled that, so they may as well explain, Doris says. Is she sure Becky can handle it?, Doug asks Doris. ‘Well, I guess we’re just going to have to have a little faith in her’, Doris says, running a hand through Becky’s hair. Becky recoils slightly. This is starting to scare her, can they just tell her what’s going on?!, Becky pleads.

Okay honey, she’ll do her best to explain it, Doris begins. Well, her husband, like many men, like many…fathers, has certain…urges, certain…proclivities, Doris continues. And as part of dealing with these urges, Doris and Doug are members of an online group, a…support group of sorts, where other fathers with the same tastes can…help each other, Doris continues. What kind of…urges is she talking about?, Becky asks fearfully. Let’s call them…appetites, Doug offers. His…appetites are—well, most people would frown upon these kinds of appetites, since they involve…his daughter, Doug continues.

Hearing this, Becky’s eyes go wide. ‘Your daughter…wh-what did you do to your daughter??, Becky asks fearfully. Oh don’t worry, she’s absolutely fine and completely safe, Doris explains soothingly. Becky, these urges that they’re talking about are perfectly natural, Doris says, smiling sweetly. But Doug would NEVER act on these urges with their own daughter, Doris continues. ‘Which is why we made an…arrangement with your parents,’ Doug continues.

What the fuck is he talking about?, Becky asks with horror. They made an arrangement that when each of their daughters turned 18, they would…perform an exchange, so that each family could…satisfy their unique appetites, Doug says. ‘S-stop, I don’t want to hear any more of this! You guys are a bunch of sick fucks and I’m getting the hell out of here, I’m going home to my parents,’ Becky says angrily. ‘Give me my phone NOW!’ she practically yells at them.

He’s afraid that’s not possible, Doug says. Her phone is in a safe place, but he can’t give it to her, he adds. ‘Those are the rules of the house, young lady, and as long as you’re part of this family, you WILL obey those rules,’ Doug says firmly. ‘I’m NOT part of your fucking family, asshole!’ Becky fires back. ‘Becky, that’s no way to talk to your father!’ Doris scolds Becky. ‘My FATHER?!’ Becky asks in disbelief. ‘You guys are NUTS, I am fucking LEAVING,’ Becky adds, moving to exit the house.

Where does she plan on going at this time of night?, Doug asks. Where she goes is none of his business, she’s going to call a cab and get out of here, Becky says indignantly. With what money?, asks Doug. What is THAT supposed to mean?!, Becky asks. ‘Well, sweetheart, your bank accounts and credit cards have all been canceled, of course,’ Doris says with sickening sweetness. What?, Becky asks with disbelief. ‘Those people who you used to call your ‘parents’? Well, they don’t want you anymore sweetie. Don’t you see?’ Doris says. ‘You’re OUR daughter now,’ Doug says, smiling. No!, Becky screams, running away in horror. We hear a door slam. Sounds like she went up to her room, Doug says to Doris. Yes, let’s let her rest, it’s been a tough night, Doris says. Yes it has, and they should get some shut-eye too.

Cut to later that night. From the hallway, we see Becky’s bedroom door opening quietly. Becky pokes her head out, looking up and down the hall. It is dimly lit and quiet. Everyone seems to be in bed. She sneaks out of her room, careful not to make any noise. She creeps into the living room, constantly looking over her shoulder to see if anyone has heard her. She is very nervous. She begins to quietly look through the drawers of a cabinet that is in the living room. She doesn’t find what she’s looking for and seems to be getting increasingly frantic as she goes through drawer after drawer.

‘Are you looking for this?’ Doug suddenly says, making Becky jump in surprise. He emerges from the shadows of the hallway, holding Becky’s cell phone in his hand. Becky’s jaw drops and she says nothing. Take it, Doug says, offering the cell phone to her. She narrows her eyes suspiciously. ‘No tricks, just take it and call your parents, then you can finally understand and maybe might calm down a little,’ he says.

She thinks for a moment before approaching Doug, quickly snatching the phone from his hand. He sits on the couch patiently. She frantically dials a number. No answer. She dials it again and again, but still nothing.

‘Do you understand now Becky?’ Doug asks from the couch. She’s stunned.

They didn’t answer, did they?, Doris says, emerging from the hallway. Becky is startled by her sudden arrival. No, Doris knows they didn’t, and that’s because her old life is over, Doris continues, sitting next to her husband on the couch. ‘Your new life is here Becky, and you need to accept that,’ Doug says. Please, come and sit down, Doug says, patting the couch next to him.

Becky seems almost broken by her parents’ rejection and sits down heavily without protest. As part of her new life as a family, as they’ve told her, there are certain rules, and one of those rules, is that they need to have…family time, Doris says as Doug begins to lightly play with Becky’s hair. And family time means being together…as a family….in EVERY way, Doug says, laying his hand on Becky’s lap.

At this, Becky snaps out of her daze. No, no, she won’t be part of their disgusting games, she says, though she doesn’t seem to muster up as much energy. She’s going to leave, and call the police, she says, as she begins to dial on her phone. And what exactly is she going to tell them?, Doris says. No one has done ANYTHING wrong, Doris continues. And she’s so far from home, with no money…and no home to go back to, Doug says.

At that moment, Davey walks in, rubbing his eyes groggily. What’s going on?, he asks. Oh, they’re sorry for the noise, they’re just having a family…meeting, Doris says. Ooh, he LOVES ‘family meetings’, Davey smiles naughtily, shooting a glance at Becky as he pokes his tongue crudely in the corner of his cheek in a classic ‘giving a blowjob’ gesture.

His parents seem to ignore it and Becky looks away in disgust. ‘We were just telling your new sister that she has nowhere to go, so she might as well start following the house rules,’ Doug tells Davey. Dad’s right, and believe him, the house rules aren’t so bad at all, Davey says. ‘When I became his mother, Davey had some…difficulties, but eventually he got into the swing of things, isn’t that right sweetie?’ Doris asks Davey. That’s right, Davey grins, licking his lips as he looks at Doris. ‘And when I finally had a taste of Mom’s goodies, I couldn’t BELIEVE what I had been missing,’ Davey adds, leering now.

Becky looks appalled. ‘You can act all doom and gloom if you’d like Becky, but I for one, think this is cause for celebration. After all, it’s not every day that we get to welcome a new member into our family! And what better way to celebrate than with some quality family time together!’ Doris says brightly. Ok?, Doris asks Becky pointedly. OK BECKY?, Doris asks, a hint of threat creeping into her voice. Okay, Becky says softly. ‘That’s wonderful! So why don’t come over here and give your mother a kiss?’ Doris asks Becky.

Duty Calls – Johnny Goodluck & Ember Snow


DUTY CALLS
TEEN CHEATS ON BOYFRIEND WITH HIS BROTHER WHILE LYING TO BOYFRIEND ON THE PHONE

A teen girl, Carmen (Ember Snow), is crying when Brett (Johnny Goodluck), her boyfriend’s brother, returns home. Brett seems to take an interest in her, almost like a predator sniffing out prey, as he sees how vulnerable she looks. He learns that Carmen and his brother got into a huge fight about her jealousy and insecurity towards other girls, and he stormed out. She’s been crying her eyes out the past few minutes until Brett got home.

Brett sees an opportunity to wreak some havoc and have a bit of fun. He starts acting sweet and consoles Carmen, sympathizing with her and telling her his brother is an asshole. He asks how old she is and when she tells him she’s 18, he tells her that because of being older, he knows more about how these things work. He tells her she needs to move on, not just because she deserves better but also because he lies that it sounds pretty clear his brother broke up with her. This upsets Carmen even more.

Brett tries to convince Carmen to have sex to get back at her boyfriend. Carmen doesn’t want to, she still thinks her boyfriend loves her, so Brett plays to her insecurities and asks how she’s sure his brother HASN’T been sleeping around with other girls?

Brett sees Carmen is starting to doubt and puts on the pressure – wouldn’t it really make his brother jealous if SHE had sex with another guy? Someone like… him? Carmen is still reluctant, but all of her doubts and anger and frustration fuel her decision and she finally leans towards Brett, kissing him intensely. He slowly moves his hand between her legs and rubs her pussy as she gasps.

Carmen thinks she’s getting the ultimate payback, but what she’s really doing is EXACTLY what Brett wants her to do.

Substitute Wife – Chanel Preston & Tommy Pistol & Gianna Dior


SUBSTITUTE WIFE
MAN REQUESTS ESCORT TO ROLEPLAY COMATOSE WIFE AS SHE LIES NEARBY DURING SEX

SCENE OPENS on a close-up of unseen hands finishing putting a dress on a woman (Chanel Preston) on a bed, zipping it up and smoothing out the wrinkles. The hands clasp a bracelet to her wrist before applying lipstick tenderly to her lips. The woman never moves. We don’t see her eyes.

We cut to a POV shot from the bed, looking up at the man (Tommy Pistol) who is preparing the woman. He has his arms crossed over his chest and looks down at her, appraising his work. He thinks for a moment. Deciding something, he exits offscreen for a beat. He returns with high heel shoes. We cut away to a close up of him slipping the shoes onto her feet and cut back to the POV shot from the bed. He reappraises his work after the update. He seems pleased and smiles.

‘I hope you can hear me, honey.’ the man says sweetly as he sits down on the bed next to her and takes her hand in his. After a beat of silence, he says ‘No, I KNOW you can hear me. I just wanted to say…I realize that…that things haven’t been…all that great between us ever since your…accident and I…I could tell you a THOUSAND times how sorry I am, but I know it wouldn’t change what happened. All we can do is move…forward. And I want SO badly to do that. I’m committed to making this work, I’m committed to being…BETTER, committed to… getting us through this.’ After another moment of silence, as he gazes at the woman in bed his eyes mist up with emotion. He reaches out and brushes her hair a bit back out of her face.

‘I understand…that this…that this hasn’t be an easy…TRANSITION for you and I..I WISH things could be different, but if this is the only way we can be together, to me it’s better than nothing,’ he continues. A moment of strained silence follows. ‘But let’s not focus on negativity, let’s concentrate on tonight. I’m going to make this such a special night for you honey. You deserve it,’ he says, smiling. ‘I love you…so much,’ he adds sincerely. The doorbell rings. He gets up to leave the room. ‘That must be her,’ he says with an expectant smile.

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He opens the front door to find Amanda (Gianna Dior) standing there, a tight dress clinging to her body as she twirls a small clutch on her fingers. Hi there, she says enticingly. Oh uh, hello, the man says nervously, smiling politely at his guest. Please…please, come in, he says, gesturing her inside. She walks in confidently and he closes the door behind her. ‘You look very beautiful tonight. Thank you for…wearing the dress I requested,’ he says. She does a little twirl. No problem, it’s his night after all, plus…the dress is definitely her color anyway, she laughs. There is a moment of awkward silence.

She glances around the house. Nice place, she says, trying to fill the silence. Oh thank you, he says nervously. Does he live in this big house ALL ALONE?, she asks playfully. Not…exactly, he responds, fidgeting anxiously. Amanda sees his obvious jitters. ‘Oh baby, you don’t need to be nervous, we’re both consenting adults, relax! I’ll take good care of you,’ Amanda says soothingly, tracing her hand along his arm. He apologizes for being nervous, it’s just been… a long time and he wants everything to be…perfect. She completely understands, Amanda says agreeably. He asks her if it’s ok if he calls her Bonnie. He can call her whatever he wants, baby, Amanda says. ‘And what’s your name sweetie?’ she asks him. Ron, he says shyly, clearing his throat. So…why don’t they…go to the bedroom?, he asks. She thought he’d never ask, Amanda says flirtatiously. He leads her to the bedroom.

When they get to the bedroom door, he pauses. Now, before they go into the bedroom, he needs to prepare her, he says. His wife is…in there, he continues. Oh, baby, she didn’t know it was going to be a threesome, Amanda says. ‘No, no, she’s not…exactly…it will…maybe it’s easier if I just show you,’ he says, opening the door slowly.

As the door creaks open, the form of an inert woman lying on the bed is revealed. It is the woman that the man was dressing earlier. Seeing this, Amanda becomes instantly wary. Um she’s not sure exactly what’s going on here…but she should probably go, Amanda says, moving away from the room. ‘No no please…wait, it’s not what you think. She’s perfectly fine. Well, not fine exactly. She’s…in a coma,’ Ron says sadly. Oh, Amanda says softly. ‘I’m…I’m sorry,’ she says.

‘I am too,’ he says, looking in at his wife longingly. ‘It’s been a while since her…accident, but I’m still not used to…not REALLY having her around…to not having that…intimacy with her,’ he continues. Amanda’s worry has been replaced with pity for this lonely man and she looks at him sympathetically. ‘I want SO BADLY to be close to her again. That’s why I called you here tonight, so you could…HELP us be close again, so you could—just for tonight—BE my Bonnie,’ he continues.

Amanda thinks for a moment. Oh sweetie, he could have just said that over the phone, he really freaked her out there for a second, yeah…OF COURSE she can do that for him, Amanda says kindly. He smiles with relief. Thank you, he says softly. ‘That means so much to me…to…US’, he says, gesturing towards Bonnie. Amanda smiles back at him.

So…why doesn’t she come in?, he asks, waving her into the bedroom. His side of the bed is waiting for them…, he adds. This stops Amanda in her tracks. Her smile vanishes, her wariness returning. ‘Wait, you want me to…right next to her…?’ Amanda asks in disbelief. Yes, it will help him to feel closer to Bonnie by actually BEING close to her, he explains. Oh..um..wow, Amanda says quietly, shocked. She understands, but…her services don’t usually include this sort of…thing, she tells Ron. Maybe it’s best if he calls someone else, Amanda says delicately, again moving to leave.

He puts his hand lightly on her arm to try to stop her. ‘PLEASE, please…don’t go, I just…I miss her SO much. Will you please…will you…pretend to be…my wife?’ he asks pleadingly. Amanda looks back at the man, glancing over his shoulder at his comatose wife. She is clearly weighing her options, considering his request. He looks at her expectantly. Finally, she takes a deep breath. Ok, she’ll do it, Amanda says. Relief washes over the man again. Thank you, he says quietly. He moves towards the bed, smiles down at his wife and kisses her softly on the forehead. Amanda looks on uncomfortably. He crosses over to his empty side of the bed and sits down. Please, please, he says, motioning her to sit next to him. He smiles encouragingly.

Amanda, still a little uncomfortable, hesitates for a second, but her professionalism quickly takes over and she assumes her role, sitting next to Ron as Bonnie lies on her side behind them. Amanda shoots a quick, cautious glance over her shoulder at Bonnie before devoting her attention fully to the man, laying her hand on his leg and smiling seductively at him. He smiles back, brushing a hair from his face. ‘You look so beautiful, honey. I’ve…I’ve missed you so much,’ he says to Amanda. ‘I missed you too, Ron,’ Amanda says, moving in to kiss him. Their kiss quickly becomes passionate as she moves her hand towards his groin, caressing his package over his pants.

As he kisses her neck, Amanda can’t help but glance over his shoulder at Bonnie. Bonnie still lies on her back looking straight up with her eyes closed, but it’s as if Amanda can feel her watching her.

The Prodigal Daughter – Derrick Pierce & Jane Wilde & Dee Williams


THE PRODIGAL DAUGHTER
IMPOSTER POSES AS COUPLE’S LONG-LOST DAUGHTER TO FULFILL TWISTED DESIRES

SCENE OPENS on Bryce (Derrick Pierce), Kim (Dee Williams), Darryl (Brock Slayden), and Rhonda (Venice Rose), all waiting anxiously in a living room. Bryce and Kim are excited and nervous. Kim says she can’t believe this is happening after all this time! Bryce kisses his wife’s forehead lovingly. He says that he can’t believe it either — their little girl is coming back to them! They have a second chance to be a family — it’s almost too good to be true.

‘It IS too good to be true,’ Bryce’s brother, Darryl, speaks up. His expression is suspicious. His wife, Rhonda, is standing nearby and looking worried as well. ‘SOMEONE has to be the voice of reason, so it may as well be your brother. Your little girl went missing 12 years ago. No one turned up ANYTHING! Not the cops, not the FBI — NO ONE. And now Scarlett suddenly pops up out of nowhere?’ Darryl states. At that moment, the doorbell rings, and Bryce and Kim answer it excitedly. A teen, Scarlett (Jane Wilde), waits on their doorstep with a police officer, announcing that she’s the daughter they’ve been looking for.

As they greet each other, Scarlett avoids talking about her past, though her parents don’t seem to find it suspicious. Darryl and Rhonda are even more suspicious of Scarlett, and she seems to recognize that they are a threat to her plan. Kim says that she’ll show Scarlett to her room. ‘That’d be great… Mom,’ she says. Yet, as they head off, Scarlett gives one more cautious look back to Darryl and Rhonda.

When Kim and Scarlett leave the room, Bryce gets even angrier at Darryl when Darryl tries to warn him again. Exasperated that he’s not getting through to his brother, Darryl and Rhonda leave the house.

A week later, Bryce returns home from work and overhears Scarlett having a suspicious conversation that signals she may not be who she seems. Scarlett hears him listening at her door, asking if there’s anybody there? Bryce makes himself known by opening the door and acting like nothing is wrong. She lies and tells him that she was napping. Bryce knows that isn’t the truth, so he looks a bit taken aback as he tries to recover. He says that she should wash up because when Mom gets home shortly, they’re going to go out for dinner.

Scarlett starts to double-down on her deception, trying to resort to sexuality to find out what Bryce knows, but their confrontation is interrupted by Kim coming home. ‘Ahh, that’s your mother. I’ll leave you to get ready for dinner,’ he says as he leaves the bedroom. As he slips out, Scarlett’s expression becomes worried and dark.

Downstairs, Bryce quietly talks to Kim, sharing that he’s worried something is amiss with Scarlett. Kim looks more anxious now, asking if he thinks Darryl and Rhonda are right? ‘Right about what?’ Scarlett suddenly speaks up, appearing behind them. She’s still trying to look innocent, but there’s something more sinister about her now as she approaches them. ‘You ARE our precious Scarlett, aren’t you?’ Kim asks, her voice trembling as she grips Bryce more tightly.

She hugs herself, putting on a show, and says that when she was six and on a playground, she was… taken away by a man and woman. They claimed they were friends of Bryce and Kim’s, and that they were there to take her home. But… they never took her home. She’d repressed it for many years but then started to wonder when she was a teen where she came from. Then, just after she turned 18, she finally found a story in an old newspaper at the local library about a missing child. When she saw the picture, she knew it was HER. That’s how she got Bryce and Kim’s names, and, well, here she is, after all this time…

Bryce questions what Scarlett was wearing the day she went missing. Scarlett accurately describes the clothes that were mentioned in articles about the missing child. But Kim asks more specifically about a necklace, which Scarlett stumbles over. Faced with no other choice, Scarlett finally admits that she’s not their real daughter. Kim chokes back a sob and Bryce shouts at Scarlett to get the fuck out of their house before they call the cops! Scarlett is unmoved and unafraid, saying that wasn’t the past week the best week of their lives? ‘That was when we thought you were our child! Our flesh and blood!’ Kim cries.

Scarlett continues to manipulate them, trying to get them to accept them as their daughter to live out their fantasy of having a real family. She’s more than happy to keep this up and build a life with them, although it’d be nice if there were some… extra perks… with the arrangement as well. As she says this, she traces a finger along Bryce’s arm, looking at them with more seductive eyes. They’re very beautiful people — it’s a shame she never got their genes. Bryce and Kim are horrified and reject Scarlett. She presses on, breaking them down by threatening to lie to the police and tell them that Bryce and Kim were the ones who kidnapped her and were keeping her locked in their basement for all these years.

Bryce and Kim seems to be breaking down now, at a loss for what to do. Scarlett takes this time to feel them up a little, though she works it into a hug, squeezing them close. ‘So, what will it be?’ Bryce and Kim look at each other, broken. Kim swallows hard and nods briefly. Scarlett looks pleased and says that they made the choice, so now it’s time to seal the deal with a little something extra. A little fucking around in exchange for their family name to be carried on for generations to come? That’s nothing, right?

It might feel wrong at first, but Mommy and Daddy will learn to like fucking their prodigal daughter soon enough!

Immersion Therapy: A Jay Taylor – Seth Gamble & Codey Steele & Angela White & Jay Taylor


IMMERSION THERAPY: A JAY TAYLOR STORY
WOMAN AGREES TO INTENSIVE DP THERAPY SESSION TO CURE PHOBIAS

Scene opens on Erin (Jay Taylor), a 25-year-old woman, as she sits on a couch immersed in herself. She’s dressed in loose loungewear, her body language nervous and uncomfortable, while her therapist, Daniella (Angela White), talks to her. But Erin isn’t listening. She’s more engrossed in her own thoughts, her foot tapping, her fingers scratching an itch on her arm. Daniella addresses her more clearly, ‘Erin?’ The woman snaps to attention, but still remains closed off. The therapist continues, ‘I really need you to pay attention and work with me today. If I’m being honest, I’m running out of ideas on how to continue. Now, did you do the homework I assigned last session?’ Erin frowns.

CUT to a flashback. Erin stands in front of a mirror and slowly undresses. Her naked body elicits no response from her. While she dutifully starts to run her hands over herself, she looks away as though trying to pretend something else more interesting is happening on the wall. She clumsily squeezes her own breasts, but when she tries to explore between her legs she recoils as if disgusted.

CUT back to the therapist’s office. Erin slowly responds to the question, ‘Um… I went as far as I could.’ Daniella is almost at a loss, and though her words are measured, she is frustrated, ‘Okay … What is it about your own body that repulses you?’ Erin stiffens, she doesn’t want to answer this question again. ‘It’s not MY body. It’s anyone’s body! They’re so messy, so bestial. The way they look, feel, smell, sound…’ Daniella interrupts her almost absent-mindedly, ‘And taste? Erin, this is becoming almost beyond what I can help you with in my practice. I have one more technique we could try, but it is going to be more intensive than our other methods so far. So, I would need you to commit wholeheartedly.’ Daniella’s offer intrigues Erin. She sits up, focused. ‘I don’t want to go to anyone else. I’m willing to do whatever you think we need to do.’ Daniella smiles, ‘Excellent. I’ll prepare the consent forms.’

CUT TO TITLE PLATE

Erin sits on the floor of the therapist’s office, the desk pushed back, and a selection of pillows and blankets now artfully arranged around her. She seems curious but apprehensive, clutching the consent form in her hand as Daniella finishes laying out the space. ‘Excellent, this should give us the comfortable setting we require,’ she says, motioning to Erin to hand over the form. The patient does so, and Daniella scans it to confirm all the fields are complete. ‘Good,’ She says, putting it on the desk. ‘Now, I need you to trust me. You want to get better, yes?’ Erin nods, and Daniella continues, ‘Good. Why don’t we get a little more comfortable? Take your sweater off, and I’ll do the same.’ Erin hesitates for just a moment, before both women remove an outer layer of clothing. This leaves Erin in a tank top and Daniella in a bra. Erin tries not to stare at her breasts. She feels incredibly anxious but Daniella smiles, ‘Wonderful. Look at how far you’ve come already. Now, just mirror what I do.’ She starts caressing her own body, starting benignly with her arms and waist, then moving to her breasts. Every time Erin pauses or panics, she encourages her. They continue touching themselves, first their legs, then between them. Erin finally relaxes into this and they masturbate without touching each other. When they begin getting close to climax, a young man (Seth Gamble) enters the room silently and slips behind Daniella to fondle her breasts.

Erin is startled, but Daniella quickly calms her, ‘Don’t mind him! He’s just my assistant. An extra pair of hands. Focus on me!’ Erin’s eyes lock back onto hers and she continues cautiously masturbating. After a few moments of this, Daniella asks Erin to undress from the waist down. Erin complies and slips her leggings and panties off. She resumes masturbating as Daniella bends over and the man starts to go down on Daniella from behind. Erin is completely focused on Daniella and continues to masturbate. Erin can imagine what is happening to her therapist, but she can’t see it, so Daniella describes it to her … building up to asking Erin if she wants to know what it feels like too. Erin nervously says yes. Daniella gracefully crawls over to Erin. She spreads Erin’s legs, eating her pussy as Erin shudders with pleasure. At the same time, the man begins to fuck Daniella from behind. Soon, all three of them are moaning with ecstasy when another young man (Codey Steele) enters. He walks up to Erin and asks if he can remove her top. Daniella reassures her again that he is another assistant, here to support them during their session. She should continue to focus on her and relax. Erin slowly says yes. The second assistant removes Erin’s top, squeezing her tits.

The first assistant slides his cock out of Daniella and she begins to suck it. When the second assistant walks around to face Erin, Daniella again instructs Erin to mirror her. Erin starts to suck the second assistant’s cock, and Daniella talks her through it, getting her in touch with her carnal side, but their focus remains on each other.

As Erin continues to suck the second assistant’s cock, Daniella gets on top of her assistant and begins riding him as she faces Erin. She coaxes Erin down to get on all fours, close enough where the two women can almost kiss. The second assistant gets behind Erin and slides his dick into her.

The second assistant fucks Erin as she squeals loudly. But unbeknownst to Erin, his dick isn’t going to be the only cock penetrating her body today. Is Erin ready for the FINAL phase of her immersion therapy?

Immersion Therapy: A Jay Taylor Story – Seth Gamble & Codey Steele & Angela White & Jay Taylor


IMMERSION THERAPY: A JAY TAYLOR STORY
WOMAN AGREES TO INTENSIVE DP THERAPY SESSION TO CURE PHOBIAS

Scene opens on Erin (Jay Taylor), a 25-year-old woman, as she sits on a couch immersed in herself. She’s dressed in loose loungewear, her body language nervous and uncomfortable, while her therapist, Daniella (Angela White), talks to her. But Erin isn’t listening. She’s more engrossed in her own thoughts, her foot tapping, her fingers scratching an itch on her arm. Daniella addresses her more clearly, ‘Erin?’ The woman snaps to attention, but still remains closed off. The therapist continues, ‘I really need you to pay attention and work with me today. If I’m being honest, I’m running out of ideas on how to continue. Now, did you do the homework I assigned last session?’ Erin frowns.

CUT to a flashback. Erin stands in front of a mirror and slowly undresses. Her naked body elicits no response from her. While she dutifully starts to run her hands over herself, she looks away as though trying to pretend something else more interesting is happening on the wall. She clumsily squeezes her own breasts, but when she tries to explore between her legs she recoils as if disgusted.

CUT back to the therapist’s office. Erin slowly responds to the question, ‘Um… I went as far as I could.’ Daniella is almost at a loss, and though her words are measured, she is frustrated, ‘Okay … What is it about your own body that repulses you?’ Erin stiffens, she doesn’t want to answer this question again. ‘It’s not MY body. It’s anyone’s body! They’re so messy, so bestial. The way they look, feel, smell, sound…’ Daniella interrupts her almost absent-mindedly, ‘And taste? Erin, this is becoming almost beyond what I can help you with in my practice. I have one more technique we could try, but it is going to be more intensive than our other methods so far. So, I would need you to commit wholeheartedly.’ Daniella’s offer intrigues Erin. She sits up, focused. ‘I don’t want to go to anyone else. I’m willing to do whatever you think we need to do.’ Daniella smiles, ‘Excellent. I’ll prepare the consent forms.’

CUT TO TITLE PLATE

Erin sits on the floor of the therapist’s office, the desk pushed back, and a selection of pillows and blankets now artfully arranged around her. She seems curious but apprehensive, clutching the consent form in her hand as Daniella finishes laying out the space. ‘Excellent, this should give us the comfortable setting we require,’ she says, motioning to Erin to hand over the form. The patient does so, and Daniella scans it to confirm all the fields are complete. ‘Good,’ She says, putting it on the desk. ‘Now, I need you to trust me. You want to get better, yes?’ Erin nods, and Daniella continues, ‘Good. Why don’t we get a little more comfortable? Take your sweater off, and I’ll do the same.’ Erin hesitates for just a moment, before both women remove an outer layer of clothing. This leaves Erin in a tank top and Daniella in a bra. Erin tries not to stare at her breasts. She feels incredibly anxious but Daniella smiles, ‘Wonderful. Look at how far you’ve come already. Now, just mirror what I do.’ She starts caressing her own body, starting benignly with her arms and waist, then moving to her breasts. Every time Erin pauses or panics, she encourages her. They continue touching themselves, first their legs, then between them. Erin finally relaxes into this and they masturbate without touching each other. When they begin getting close to climax, a young man (Seth Gamble) enters the room silently and slips behind Daniella to fondle her breasts.

Erin is startled, but Daniella quickly calms her, ‘Don’t mind him! He’s just my assistant. An extra pair of hands. Focus on me!’ Erin’s eyes lock back onto hers and she continues cautiously masturbating. After a few moments of this, Daniella asks Erin to undress from the waist down. Erin complies and slips her leggings and panties off. She resumes masturbating as Daniella bends over and the man starts to go down on Daniella from behind. Erin is completely focused on Daniella and continues to masturbate. Erin can imagine what is happening to her therapist, but she can’t see it, so Daniella describes it to her … building up to asking Erin if she wants to know what it feels like too. Erin nervously says yes. Daniella gracefully crawls over to Erin. She spreads Erin’s legs, eating her pussy as Erin shudders with pleasure. At the same time, the man begins to fuck Daniella from behind. Soon, all three of them are moaning with ecstasy when another young man (Codey Steele) enters. He walks up to Erin and asks if he can remove her top. Daniella reassures her again that he is another assistant, here to support them during their session. She should continue to focus on her and relax. Erin slowly says yes. The second assistant removes Erin’s top, squeezing her tits.

The first assistant slides his cock out of Daniella and she begins to suck it. When the second assistant walks around to face Erin, Daniella again instructs Erin to mirror her. Erin starts to suck the second assistant’s cock, and Daniella talks her through it, getting her in touch with her carnal side, but their focus remains on each other.

As Erin continues to suck the second assistant’s cock, Daniella gets on top of her assistant and begins riding him as she faces Erin. She coaxes Erin down to get on all fours, close enough where the two women can almost kiss. The second assistant gets behind Erin and slides his dick into her.

The second assistant fucks Erin as she squeals loudly. But unbeknownst to Erin, his dick isn’t going to be the only cock penetrating her body today. Is Erin ready for the FINAL phase of her immersion therapy?

The Secretary – Derrick Pierce & Jill Kassidy


‘Anytime your boss tells you yes or no, you have to respect their decision.’
-Unknown

THE SECRETARY

We open with the secretary (Jill Kassidy) laying on the floor with her ass up, looking sexy in her white blouse, pencil skirt, and high heels. Her fingers glide along the keys of the typewriter as she types ‘YES BOSS’ over and over again. In the background, her boss (Derrick Pierce) watches from his desk, hungrily admiring the view.

Once the secretary is done, she brings her boss the sheet of paper, eager for his praise. The boss calmly uncaps his pen and corrects her work. He’s dissatisfied, handing her back the paper and telling her, ‘Again.’

The secretary grins to herself as she hurries off.

CUT TO the secretary returning with another sheet of paper, with the handwritten words ‘PLEASE BOSS’ scrawled across. When the phone rings, the boss orders her to answer it while laying across his desk. As she obediently does so, he corrects her work by holding the paper against her ass. After she hangs up, he gives her the corrected paper, ordering, ‘Again.’

The secretary’s almost giddy at his stern tone, biting her bottom lip as she clutches the paper close to her chest.

CUT TO the secretary knocking on the boss’ door. Once she’s allowed in, she folds the sheet of paper and holds it in her mouth while getting down on all fours. She slowly crawls to her boss’ desk, acting submissive as he stands tall before her. When he takes the paper from her mouth, we see the words ‘FUCK ME BOSS, PLEASE!!’ written in large, desperate letters.

Finally satisfied with her work, the secretary’s wildest fantasy is about to come true as her boss orders her to bend over his desk.

‘Do I go out of my way to help others?
Am I sincere in what I say and do?
Have I a good memory for names and faces?
Can I put people at their ease?
Can I take care of all my boss’ needs?
Then, one day, I will be a good secretary.’

Strikes A Chord – Seth Gamble & Aidra Fox & Abigail Mac


STRIKES A CHORD
STRUGGLING MUSICIAN HAS THREESOME WITH DJ FOR PROMISE OF FAME

SCENE OPENS on Aidra Fox, walking down a busy city street. Holding a guitar case, she turns a corner and meets up with Lee, her manager. Aidra tells him that she made a lot today, handing him some bills. He can’t believe what he’s seeing. SIX dollars and some quarters is NOT a lot! She was out there for two hours!! Did she even play any of the good songs?? She played everything that he told her to play, but they weren’t really paying that much on that corner. He picks up a slip of paper that she dropped on the ground. What is this? She tells him that it’s a phone number that some girl dropped in her guitar case. He looks at the paper closely. Wait a minute—did the girl give Aidra DJ GAMBLE’S phone number??? He’s the hottest DJ out right now! If this phone number is real…it’s GOLD, Lee adds. They have to go call him RIGHT away.

CUT TO Cruella (Abigail Mac), DJ Gamble’s associate. She walks through a beautiful house and opens the front door, greeting Aidra and Lee, the people that she spoke with on the phone. She invites them in, telling them that DJ Gamble is waiting. A mysterious glint in her eyes, she closes the door behind them.

CUT TO TITLE

Cruella leads them into a high-tech home studio, where DJ Gamble (Seth Gamble), headphones on his ears, sits in front of a computer screen. When Cruella tells him that they have guests, he takes his headphones off and turns to Lee and Aidra. Lee tries to shake his hand, but DJ Gamble doesn’t acknowledge him, instead fixing his gaze on Aidra as he walks up to her wordlessly. He stares at her for a moment longer, as if he’s appraising her, before he turns and sits back down again. Aidra narrows her eyes, puzzled, as DJ Gamble whispers something in Cruella’s ear.

Cruella returns to Aidra, telling her that Mr. Gamble is VERY interested in talking more. But before they talk, Cruella wants to make sure that she’s comfortable, so she helps Aidra off with her coat. Aidra smiles, taken by their attention and hospitality. But her smile turns to a gasp of shock a moment later when Cruella abruptly squeezes Aidra’s ass, complimenting her on her figure. Aidra can’t believe what just happened and excuses herself and Lee so that they can speak privately. In the other room, Aidra is freaked out, saying that these people are just trying to FUCK her! Lee convinces her to at least hear them out and they go back into the studio.

Caressing her arm sensually, Cruella tells Aidra that she and Gamble spoke and they are very interested in doing business together. Lee tells her that if she wants to talk business, she has to talk to him, so Cruella takes Lee to the other room. When they return a few moments later, they announce that they’ve reached an agreement.

Seemingly out-of-the-blue, Cruella looks Aidra in the eye and firmly tells her to take off her clothes. Aidra looks at Lee in disbelief. W-what is she talking about?? When Lee prompts her to do it, Aidra is furious. How could he DO this to her?? At that moment, DJ Gamble spins around in his chair, loudly clearing his throat and walking up to Aidra. Aidra looks on in shock as Lee excuses himself, leaving the trio alone. Just…take your clothes off, he says softly. That’s NOT what she came here for, so Aidra announces that she’s leaving. DJ Gamble stares at Aidra, telling her that she can leave, but if she does, they won’t have a chance to make her into the star she was born to be. All she has to do is give them a little…something.

So…if she wants their help, she has to be a good girl and take off her top for them. Taking a deep breath, Aidra says yes and slowly takes her top off. DJ Gamble begins to rub Aidra’s pussy over her pants as Cruella kisses her neck and squeezes her tits. They slip Aidra’s bra off and Cruella sucks on her nipples, stripping her pants off and revealing her perfect pussy. When DJ Gamble and Cruella take their clothes off, Cruella directs Aidra to kneel in front of him and holds her hair as Aidra slides his hard dick into her mouth.

DJ Gamble and Cruella have promised to make her dreams come true, but Aidra’s going to have to sell her soul for that taste of stardom…

Biography Of A Virgin – Michael Vegas & Carolina Sweets


BIOGRAPHY OF A VIRGIN
OBSESSED TEACHER DEVELOPS DARK FIXATION ON VIRGIN STUDENT

Mr. Davies (Michael Vegas) is burning the midnight oil as he grades papers in his home office. He’s down to the last one for the night, thankfully, although once he starts reading it, time seems to slow down.

The essay is about a girl (Carolina Sweets) owning the fact that she’s an 18-year old virgin. Betty’s proud, recognizing that her virginity is a special gift — she doesn’t want to give it away to just anyone…

Mr. Davies fixates on the student, hearing her utter, ‘I’m a virgin,’ in his head over and over again, slowly driving him mad with lust. It’s like she’s calling to him to be that special someone to make her complete…

The next day, he invites Betty over to discuss the essay and how beautifully it was written. Betty is naive about everything, though is happy to be in the presence of a teacher she admires. Yet, when Mr. Davies starts paying her more compliments than she’s used to, she grows suspicious of his true intentions.

Finally, Mr. Davies asks if she feels it, too? The connection between them? When he read her essay, it was as though it was specifically written for HIM — as if she was asking HIM to have the honor of taking her virginity.

Betty is shocked, exclaiming that that’s not what she was implying at all, but Mr. Davies has power over her. If she doesn’t give herself to him, he might stop her from graduating school or getting accepted into good colleges. He could end all her dreams with just one report card…

To save face, she submits to Mr. Davies’ twisted delusion, willing to give up her virginity in order to prevent him from taking EVERYTHING from her.

Cum Inside – Seth Gamble & Gianna Dior


CUM INSIDE
TEEN’S CREAMPIE HOOKUP AD DRAWS UNWANTED ATTENTION FROM INTRUDER

SCENE OPENS on a teen, Meg (Gianna Dior), in her bra and panties on her bed. She is sensually humping a pillow between her legs, moaning as she thrusts into it. She’s holding her phone in her other hand, and every time she gets a message she slows her humping to look at the phone and type a response. ‘Yes, I AM all alone right now, my parents won’t be back for hours…’ she says out loud with a smile as she types and then sends the message. She goes back to playing with herself.

A few moments later, her phone sounds again. ‘Yes, I AM over 18 – eggplant emoji,’ she says, dictating her text all the way down to the emoji she adds for effect. She goes back to pleasuring herself. Seconds pass, and her phone sounds a third time. ‘Oooh, I can’t wait for you to cum inside me,’ she says as she types. She sends the text, and then types up another message. ‘My address is…’. She hits send. Almost instantly, she gets a single one-line reply, which we see displayed on the phone. ‘see you soon.’ it reads.

With a smile, Meg puts down the phone and gets back to pleasuring herself with the pillow. Her ass is mesmerizing in her skimpy underwear as she bucks her hips back and forth. She licks a finger of her now free hand. She slips the finger through the waistband of her underwear and starts fingering her pussy, pressing in deeper as she backs into it after each thrust forward into the pillow. She enjoys this rhythm for about a half-minute, before pausing to pull a dildo and lube out of her nightstand drawer. She lowers her underwear and lubes up the dildo with gentle strokes of her hand over the plastic. Eagerly, she sticks it in her pussy, easing it deeper into herself with soft moans. She begins fucking herself with the dildo and fingering herself on the bed for several minutes.

Her phone sounds again, and Meg wonders aloud to herself as she picks up her phone whether he got lost. She looks at her messages and remarks that it’s a message from another guy. She reads it silently to herself and bites her lip and grins. ‘I’m busy for a little while… but how about in an hour?’ she says as she types. She types with one hand, and we see her other hand playing idly with her lubed up pussy as she waits for a response. ‘Sure, I can host. I’ll text you the address…’ She types rapidly into her phone and hits send. She starts to type another message – ‘I can’t wait for you to…’ At the moment where she would say the words ‘cum inside’, we cut to the title plate of the same name.

TITLE PLATE

CUT TO another day, Meg is wearing some casual clothing and milling about her bedroom. She is dancing energetically as she tidies up her room. Her booty shakes enticingly as she moves. We watch from a male gaze POV for a good half-minute. Then, suddenly, we cut to a different POV, a voyeuristic one watching her dancing from outside her window which is ajar. We cut back to the interior of her room, then back again to the voyeur’s perspective.

Meg finishes cleaning and then decides to unwind with a bath. We watch her undress from the interior male gaze POV, though we see the tail end of her undressing and her leaving the room from the voyeur POV. After a few seconds of staring into the empty room, the voyeur POV seems to get up and walk forward.

CUT TO inside the washroom, where Meg is naked and is turning on the water for the bathtub. She checks the temperature of the water with her hand, then makes an impatient face. She waits for a few moments awkwardly. Suddenly she hears a faint creaking sound from the other room. She cranes her neck to listen, then asks if anyone is there. She peeks around the bathroom door and sees a strange man (Seth Gamble) looking back at her.

The intruder is standing calmly, hands in the pockets of his ratty jacket, his hood up over his head. He looks tough and intimidating. Meg’s heart is racing and her breath is shallow and panicked, clearly frightened by the stranger standing just to the side of the doorway out of the bathroom.

She asks him what he’s doing, how did he get in here? The stranger replies ‘You left your door open,’ in an eerily calm soft voice. His calmness just makes Meg even more nervous, and she shrinks back a bit. Why is he here? ‘I got your invite,’ the intruder answers. Meg looks him up and down, still frightened but also confused. She didn’t send him any invites. The intruder tells her softly that she should be more careful with giving out her address so freely online. The internet can be such a scary place.

Meg tries to muster up the courage to seem less afraid than she really is. ‘I’m not really in the mood for sex right now,’ she says, trying to reason with him. ‘That’s too bad,’ he replies sounding disappointed, ‘I am.’ Meg gulps and tries to ignore his reply. She tries to lie, and suggests that maybe he could give her his contact information and they could hook up another time. The intruder pouts and says why not do it now? He’s here, she’s naked, now seems like as good a time as any.

Meg insists a bit more strongly that now is NOT a good time. ‘Oh… ok…’ the intruder says disappointed but doesn’t press the issue further. Meg waits expecting him to say something, move, leave, but he just stands there. Her voice wavers as she asks why he won’t leave. ‘YOU can leave,’ he says almost as an invitation, ‘the door’s right there.’

She stands still in place, terrified. Almost tauntingly, he follows up by asking her what she’s waiting for. She starts to walk towards the door, slow and hesitant, and gets a couple of steps forward until he makes a quick gesture causing her to flinch backwards – nothing violent, just something to spook her. He laughs almost playfully, he was just teasing her. She really can just walk right past him if she wants to leave. What is she afraid of? But instead of walking forward again, Meg shrinks back further into a corner.

The intruder remarks that it seems like she doesn’t want to leave, it seems like she wants to stay. ‘Please,’ Meg begs, but is too scared to get more words out besides incoherent mumbling. The intruder takes a step forward into the room, and asks please what? Please fuck her? That’s all he’s been asking to do all along. Meg shakes her head but can’t manage to choke out any other words. The intruder says he’ll leave if he can fuck her. That’s what she wants, right? Meg clutches at the towel barely covering her body and nods yes, still not able to form any words. The intruder asks that she meant she wants him to fuck her, right? Because it almost seemed like she nodded because she wanted him to leave. But the invite said she wanted to get fucked.

Meg puts her hands over her face in desperation, then after a moment of reflection she gives in. Yes, she says defeatedly, she’ll let him fuck her if he promises to leave after. As he starts unzipping his pants, the intruder says matter-of-factly that of course he’d leave after, this isn’t his house.

Nymphomaniac: An Emily Willis Story – Michael Vegas & Chad White & Emily Willis


NYMPHOMANIA: AN EMILY WILLIS STORY
PSYCH PATIENT HAS SEX WITH DOCTORS AFTER GETTING CAUGHT MASTURBATING

SCENE OPENS on Katherine (Emily Willis), a 19-year-old patient, as she is dragged through the halls of the hospital she lives in by a male orderly (Chad White). She is kicking, biting, and screaming in a long straight jacket that envelopes most of her petite frame. Her fuzzy blue socks slip on the floor as she struggles, begging the man to take her back to her room. She promises not to do it again! But the man silently pulls her through a set of double doors and into an empty white room where the chief psychiatrist (Michael Vegas) is quietly waiting for her. The orderly slams her down in a chair in front of him and goes to wait by the doors.

‘Katherine,’ the psychiatrist begins calmly. ‘How many times do we need to go over this? It’s a strict rule in this facility that you cannot have sexual intercourse with the other patients!’ He leans closely into Katherine’s face and stares her down, as she turns her head. ‘I’m sorry, doctor,’ she whispers. ‘I couldn’t help myself … I can’t control it.’

The doctor steps back and pulls up a chair to face her. ‘Katherine, I fear that your disorder is going to continue to put you in harm’s way,’ he continues. ‘Do you forget what happened a few months ago with the patient in zone B?’ Katherine shakes her head and squeezes her eyes shut. Her mind flashes back to the image of a terrifying man behind bars, coaxing her to come inside with him. ‘Do you remember the beating? The way he tore you up?’ the psychiatrist continues. ‘How he nearly took everything away from you? Almost took your life away from you?’

Katherine opens her eyes as tears well up. ‘Please don’t talk about it,’ she begs. ‘I can’t think about it anymore!’ The psychiatrist continues to berate her, suggesting that her nymphomania provoked it, that she is to blame for all her transgressions, that she won’t stop no matter how rough it gets, and that one day it’ll mean the end of her if she doesn’t stick to her treatments like a good girl.

Finally, Katherine screams at the doctor to stop. Covering her ears and crying, she begs to be taken back to her room. The psychiatrist smiles. ‘This is your final warning, Katherine,’ he says, becoming calm again. ‘You will complete your abstinence program, which means no sex, no masturbating, no touching yourself of any kind.’ As he makes his final warning, the orderly steps back in and calmly picks Katherine up and carries the nervous woman out of the room.

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Several days later. The orderly is doing his rounds, when he peers in on Katherine’s room. She is on the floor by her bed, naked except for her white cotton panties. Her legs are spread wide and the patient is choking herself with one hand while using the other to finger her wet pussy. Authoritatively, the orderly opens the door and storms into the room, chasing the scrambling girl back to her bed. In a panic, she pleads with him not to say anything. She doesn’t want to be restrained again. The orderly laughs in her face. ‘Well, you should have done what you were told then!’ he sneers. ‘Now, I’m going to do what I’ve been told … and take you back to the doctor. Your actions have consequences, Katherine!’ He slams her down on the bed and begins to put her in her jacket, as she begs and pleads for mercy.

CUT TO the white room. The double doors bust open and the restrained girl is tossed on the floor at the feet of her psychiatrist. She cowers beneath him, as the orderly tells him that he caught her masturbating and trying to auto-asphyxiate herself. The psychiatrist shakes his head as she cries out, ‘Please, doctor. Please! I am so sorry, I won’t do it again. I promise! Please don’t send me down to B. Please have mercy!’

He leans in close again, grabbing her chin in his hand. ‘I guess this is just who you are, isn’t it?’ he says condescendingly. ‘You’d rather have sex and suffer the consequences than just control yourself?’ She shakes anxiously.

Dropping her back to the ground, the psychiatrist begins to slut shame her as he circles the restrained girl. He tells her that she is the one to blame. She keeps provoking her partners. She keeps putting herself in these situations for a reason. It’s the violence she craves. The roughness. The patient in B was just a warm up for what she really wants. Men that will hurt her and punish her for the slut that she is. She probably deserves it all.

As he rants, Katherine begins to cry. She is traumatized by her own thoughts and actions and begs her doctor to stop being so cruel. She looks back at the orderly and notices him rubbing himself over his scrubs. He smiles at her. Looking back at the psychiatrist, she reiterates that she can’t help it. She can’t control herself. ‘Are you ready to go back to B? Because we won’t protect you this time!’ the psychiatrist coos. Katherine pleads for forgiveness. ‘Please, please don’t make me go back there!’ she cries. ‘I’ll stop, I promise. I won’t be able to take it again, doctor. Please I’ll do anything you want!’

The psychiatrist and the orderly look at each other and smirk. ‘You’re such a selfish little nympho,’ he says, taking off his jacket. ‘You only care about pleasing yourself. What about your partners? Are they pleased when they’re through with you and your holes?’ Katherine asks what he is talking about. ‘You love sex more than anything, don’t you? You’d do it with practically anybody, wouldn’t you?’ he continues, slipping off his shoes.

She looks around confused. ‘I have a condition,’ she says slowly. ‘And what about how we feel?’ he asks. ‘We have to tolerate your bullshit and disobedience every day … without any kind of relief. Don’t you think you should be a little more grateful to us?’ As the psychiatrist says this, both men pull their cocks out of their pants. At first Katherine looks away in shock and closes her eyes. The men move their cocks closer to her face. She bites her lip. She can feel them near and it drives her insane. She starts to writhe in her straight jacket. ‘That isn’t professional,’ she mumbles, her eyes still closed.

The psychiatrist asks if she wants them to remove her straight jacket. She nods nervously. The psychiatrist asks if she wants to be taken back to her room. She nods again, opening her eyes to stare at the cocks surrounding her. She is almost salivating. ‘Then you need to be a good girl and let us have a piece of you too … just like everybody else,’ the psychiatrist orders. The orderly chimes in. ‘Are you going to agree with your doctor?’ he asks. She stares at him, holding his cock, before turning back to the psychiatrist. ‘Yes … sir,’ she says slowly, biting her lip and squeezing her legs together on the floor.

Eye For An Eye – Kristen Scott & Nathan Bronson


EYE FOR AN EYE
PETTY TEEN SEDUCES FRIEND’S BOYFRIEND AS REVENGE FOR MINOR SLIGHT

Alexis (Kristen Scott) and Cori (Vanna Bardot), two friends, walk out of school, waiting for Cori’s dad to arrive to pick her up. They make a bit of smalltalk as Alexis casually asks Cori how things are going with Jason, her boyfriend? Cori is a bit religious and proper, so tries to avoid talking directly about anything sexual with her and Jason, though Alexis playfully eggs her on — come on, they’re best friends, they can tell each other anything! Cori gives in and says that Jason tried to get a blowjob from her once, but he should know better — they agreed to wait until marriage! Sure, she’s 18 and he’s still got a couple years left of college, so marriage isn’t going to be happening any time soon, but before then he always seemed very understanding and willing to wait… Since then, though, he’s been a bit standoffish. What if she drives him away by not doing things with him?

‘I mean, I personally don’t think you should make a great guy like him wait so long. You should be making sure to lock a good thing like that down. A lot of girls would be happy to have him…’ Alexis insists. Cori gasps and playfully shoves Alexis, telling her that those girls will have to get through her first! Alexis then smiles and shrugs, saying that if it’s meant to be, it’ll be. If he’s ‘the one’ for Cori, then he’ll wait…

Cori then curiously asks Alexis what it was like when she lost HER virginity? Alexis says it was nothing great… Cori hums and says it was that nerd from their physics class, right? Freckles, or whatever his name was. ‘Yeah, but you KNOW that’s a sore spot for me. I could’ve done so much better than FRECKLES! It was my 18th birthday and I wanted to do something wild and he was literally the first guy I saw, so… As far as everyone knows, I got my cherry popped, or whatever, by that sexy quarterback, Taggart, behind the bleachers like the proud slut that I am,’ Alexis insists.

Cori then pauses, looking guilty. ‘Oh…’ Alexis slows and raises her brow. ‘Oh…? Cori, what did you do!?’ Cori admits that she was talking to some girls in their biology class who were making fun of Freckles, saying that he was never gonna get laid… And she may have stood up for him saying that he DID get laid… by Alexis.

Alexis is devastated, unable to believe that Cori betrayed her. ‘Cori, how could you! That was supposed to be between US!’ she exclaims. ‘I didn’t MEAN to! They were just being so mean to him. I felt BAD!’ Cori insists. ‘Oh, my god, they’re all going to think I’m SUCH a loser now!’ Alexis moans.

Cori continues talking, trying to win Alexis back over. Alexis is her best friend — she’d never mean to intentionally hurt her! She’s sorry and wants to make it up to her. What about dinner tonight? Her treat! Alexis shrugs off the offer bitterly saying she has plans tonight. ‘Is there anything I can do to make you forgive me?’ Cori asks. Alexis takes a deep breath and then puts on a small smile. It’s fine, Cori, she says, she was overreacting. Cori is relieved to see her that friend isn’t mad at her anymore. Cori’s dad has arrived, and she heads down to his car, waving to Alexis and apologizing again. Have fun with those plans tonight, Cori says joyfully. Oh, she will, Alexis says. She’ll tell Cori all about it tomorrow.

As Cori walks away, Alexis’ expression darkens and over seconds turns into full-on disturbed rage – she is quietly seething and hyperventilating as she pulls at her hair, looking like she’s about to scream in anger any moment.

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CUT TO Jason (Nathan Bronson) sitting in his house, working on some schoolwork. There’s a knock on the door and when he answers it, Alexis is standing there. He’s confused to see her and asks what she’s doing there? Is Cori with her? Is Cori OK?? Alexis tells him to relax and says she just happened to be in the neighborhood and wanted to say hi. It seems like he’s so busy these days! Jason apologizes, saying that he’s been so swamped with his projects. College is way more demanding than high school! He wasn’t expecting it. Now it feels like high school was a breeze… He’s a little jealous of Cori and Alexis, to be honest!

‘YOU’RE jealous of US? If anything, I’M jealous of HER,’ Alexis wistfully says as she follows Jason inside to the table, giving him a flirty look. She takes a seat across from him. ‘What, why?’ Jason asks, shifting a little uncomfortably under the look. ‘Well, LOOK at you — you’re so smart, hardworking, polite, …attractive… you’re such a good guy, a guy who deserves to be rewarded in life so much more than he is…’ she says. Jason is taken aback, hesitantly asking her what she means. Alexis laughs. ‘Oh, come on, I’m Cori’s best friend, I know all about the situation between you two… her saving herself for marriage, and everything,’ she says in a kind but almost patronizing way. ‘It’s so sweet of you to do that for her. But that must be so HARD for you… What was it like when she blew you off when you wanted your dick sucked?’

Jason is flustered, saying that he really doesn’t want to be discussing his sex life with her. ‘Or lack of,’ Alexis retorts. Alexis apologizes and corrects herself, saying that what she meant was that Jason is sacrificing so much for Cori to make her happy. What is she sacrificing for him in return? Jason stutters, flustered, that’s not how relationships work… she doesn’t have to… Alexis continues digging at his insecurities though, saying that the blowjob he suggested could have been a perfect compromise, still saving Cori’s virginity but giving him some needed attention too. And what did Cori do when he asked her? She turned him down. SELFISH, that’s what it is, Alexis says. It’s bad enough she’s denied him the basic pleasures of a relationship, but now she’s even made him feel bad for wishing for more. With Cori. Or with other girls. Jason shouldn’t ever feel bad for those urges, he’s supposed to be in his sexual prime and instead he’s like a beaten dog on a leash.

Alexis slowly rises out of her chair and saunters around the table and stands behind him. She puts her arms over his shoulders and glides her hands along his firm chest. ‘Oh, come on, Jason… I know you want me… I see those looks you give me when you think no one’s watching… To be honest, I’ve been wanting you ever since I first met you…’ Alexis says. But obviously, she’s a good friend so she kept her hands to herself… until now…

Jason asks what changed? Alexis half-lies and says that she just can’t sit idly by anymore while Cori ignores HIS needs. Jason’s been so patient with her, but shouldn’t she be thinking about HIM, too? Does he even WANT to wait until marriage? Why SHOULD he, when there’s so many other women out there that would LOVE to have his cock in their mouths. Jason tells Alexis that it’s time for her to leave; he can’t let this go ANY further– he loves Cori. He turns away from her.

When he turns back to Alexis, he sees that instead of leaving, she’s slipped off her clothes and stands there naked. Slowly she walks over to him as Jason stares at her tight body. ‘Please, Jason,’ she says seductively, showing off her naked body to him in full display. ‘Haven’t you waited enough? Haven’t we both??’ Those words, plus the sight of a pussy just waiting for him to dive in, finally win him over. Yeah, he says softly and Alexis slides her hands down to the front of his pants, pulling his dick out. She sucks on his balls before sliding her mouth over his shaft.

Alexis is going to give Jason exactly what he’s been missing, and in the process, make Cori regret ever betraying her…

Brother’s Wrath – Seth Gamble & Gia Derza


BROTHER’S WRATH
ANGRY TWISTED BROTHER TREATS SISTER LIKE SEX DOLL

SCENE OPENS with a kind man, Mr. Adams, sitting at a coffee table while Mandy (Gia Derza) walks over to him with a cup of coffee. Mandy is smiling, though the smile is thin and doesn’t reach her dull eyes. Her movements are slow, as though it takes a great amount of effort to do anything.

‘Here’s your coffee,’ she says to her teacher. Mr. Adams thanks her as she slowly sits down opposite of him. It looks like she’s in a daze, and Mr. Adams is visibly concerned about this. Once she’s seated, he thanks her for letting him in. He doesn’t visit his students in their homes like this very often — in fact, this is the first time he’s done it! — but he just wanted to check up on Mandy.

‘Oh, why, sir?’ Mandy asks, her voice still faint and faraway. Mr. Adams clears his throat and says that she’s been missing a lot of classes lately. He’s concerned about her since he knows what it’s like to lose someone, he’s lost his mother, too. He just wants her to know there’s help available whenever she needs it.

Mandy says she’s fine, she has her step-brother, Ryan (Seth Gamble), looking after her now. At the mention of his name, Mr. Adams looks more concerned, saying he wants to talk to her about that. Is everything good between them?

The camera focuses on Mandy’s face, her smile fake and eyes glazed over. ‘Yeah, of course, everything’s fine.’

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Mr. Adams doesn’t look convinced and opens his mouth to speak, but his phone goes off in his pocket. He checks it, then hesitates as he says he has to go. He thanks her for the coffee and rises to his feet, as she mindlessly smiles after him. He tells her, in a careful way, to contact him if she needs ANYTHING… Mandy reiterates that she’s fine but thanks him for his concern. Mr. Adams is still torn but finally takes his leave.

Once the door is closed, another man speaks up from behind Mandy. ‘What’s he doing here?’ Ryan asks, his tone guarded.

She responds that he came by to check on her. Ryan’s eyes darken as he approaches her. ‘Oh, and what did you tell him?’ he asks, his voice dangerous. ‘I told him the truth, of course, that everything is alright and that he doesn’t need to worry about me,’ she responds. Ryan then smirks, patting her hair like someone would do to their pet. ‘Good girl,’ he praises in a mocking way. Mandy doesn’t acknowledge the pats or the praise, still detached from most everything.

Ryan then continues on, saying doesn’t Mandy want to know how his day is going? Mandy apologizes, although it’s hollow, and asks how his day was.

Ryan gushes about his girlfriend, who he just got back from a date with. She’s perfect in every way… She has big blue eyes, amazing breasts, and legs that go on for days… Mandy says that she’s happy for him. It sounds like Betty is making him very happy. He gives her an odd look and laughs in a cruel way. ‘Betty was two girlfriends ago. I’m dating Lucy now, you knew that, silly.’

Finally, he grins and wraps his arms tenderly yet possessively around Mandy. He murmurs into her ear that she doesn’t seem very happy for him and how well things are going with him and his new girlfriend… He’s worried about her, he says in an exaggerated tone to show that he really isn’t. Maybe it’s all those stressful thoughts about school, he says. Really, at this point, she should just think about quitting if it’s too much for her. He then creepily tells her that that way he would have a lot more time to look after her, he’s always going to be here to take care of her… She’s hopeless without her big brother, after all.

‘Yeah, I am,’ Mandy says, almost mindlessly, though she lifts her hands to touch the arms wrapped around her, nudging her head back against him. ‘Yeah, you need me,’ Ryan reiterates as he presses their heads together, smelling her neck. He needs Mandy, too, of course… She’s the only one he can turn to when he has that itch he can’t scratch. Lucy, Betty, all of the other girls he’s been with… they’re too sensitive. He could never ask something like that of them. But not Mandy, she’s a good girl that can take it.

Mandy echoes that, yes, she’s a good girl that can take it…

Ryan creepily begins feeling Mandy up now. Although her eyes are still blank, she doesn’t resist his touches. In fact, she subtly presses into them. It’s all done automatically, as if she’s been conditioned to do it through prior experiences, but it still signals that he can touch her.

Mandy allows him to kiss at her neck and grope her breasts through her shirt for a few moments. Her eyes seem less hazy for a moment as she carefully mentions that people are starting to get concerned about her being home all the time… like Mr. Adams…

Ryan’s expression hardens briefly, though then subsides as he cups Mandy’s cheek. He tells her not to trust Mr. Adams — he seems like a bad influence. Mr. Adams doesn’t have her best interests at heart — HE does. Mr. Adams, and all those other people out there, just want to separate them because they don’t understand the love they have for each other… Mandy loves him, doesn’t she? Mandy utters that she does, pressing into his hand.

Ryan pulls Mandy close, running his hands hungrily over her body, and reminds her that he’s the only one that knows what she needs — what she REALLY needs. If anything, he’s doing her a favor, he’s just being a good big step-brother! It took some work to get to where they are now, but she’s finally the way he wants her — perfect.

You’re Safe Now – Derrick Pierce & Whitney Wright


YOU’RE SAFE NOW
TROUBLED VIRGIN EXPLOITED BY SOCIAL WORKER AFTER BEING RESCUED FROM CULT

SCENE opens and a fragile-looking girl (Whitney Wright) nervously shuffles along the walkway to the doorstep of a social worker’s house. She is clearly not comfortable, looking a little paranoid as she glances around her as if checking that there’s no one laying in wait around the next corner. She’s easy to startle, flinching as a car drives by in the background. She lets out a shuddery breath to calm herself, then hugs herself, trying to provide the comfort she’s been deprived of for so many days.

She steals a moment to brace herself on the steps, telling herself that she can do this. Just as she lifts a hand to knock on the door, the door opens, revealing a man (Derrick Pierce) with a warm smile. Lily jumps with surprise and he apologizes, saying that he saw her through the window. He seems approachable. He says that she must be Lily and invites her in after introducing himself as Aiden Taylor, her social worker. She seems to relax slightly — only slightly — with his warm greeting.

She steps inside the home, thanking him for seeing her, though hesitantly comments that she was surprised he asked her to come to his house, not his office. Aiden replies that he likes working from home since he finds that people who have trouble trusting others — like many of his clients, perhaps even like her — feel more at ease meeting in a comfortable, inviting setting than in a big cold corporate office. He’s worked a lot of cases and the home environment seems to work best, especially for teens who are often otherwise distrustful of authority figures.

She pauses a moment and responds that she guess she can see that, sure, warming up a little to his attempts at putting her at ease. He sees she is still a little skittish and smiles, reassuring her that she doesn’t need to be afraid anymore as he puts a firm hand on her shoulder. Lily tenses and he immediately pulls back with an apologetic look, gesturing instead with that same hand for her to head towards the office. As he does, he promises that she’s safe now, but as he closes the door, there’s a glimpse of a smile turned sinister.

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Lily and Aiden step into the home office, which is warm and inviting. There are two armchairs in the office facing each other. A desk might be present, but Aiden opts instead not to sit behind it, taking instead one of the two chairs facing each other. Aiden gestures to and pats the other chair across from him, encouraging Aiden to sit, as he sits opposite of her. He keeps a comfortable and standard distance from her of about three feet to promote intimacy. She’s nervous as he picks up a notepad and pen. Her posture is closed off, with her shoulders pulled in, her hands fisted tight against her lap.

Aiden and Lily begins discussing the case. To start with, he just needs some basic information to make sure everything gets processed correctly. He asks to check the spelling of her name and her birthdate. She gives her name and birthdate to him, and he asks if that means she’s 19, which she confirms. He also asks about her family, which makes her shift uncomfortably. She gives the names of her parents, as well as her younger sister, Emily. He asks how old Emily is, seeming intrigued — she’s Lily’s YOUNGER sister, right? Emily confirms yes, she just turned 18 this month. Only a few days before they ran away, in fact. Aiden seems pleased with this response.

Aiden then uses the tried-and-true method of small talk for easing her into the session. He talks about the weather, and she mentions that the weather was really nice for walking to his place. It felt like she was seeing everything for the first time. Aiden asks her how does she mean seeing everything for the first time? She shrugs, looking a bit sheepish as she admits that the sun is brighter, the wind warmer, the birds more cheerful… Emily was so excited when she saw a florist shop for the first time a couple days ago, Lily adds with a small but fond smile. The flowers were so colorful, like the ones just outside on Aiden’s street. ‘Father Warren used to say that boastful colors were the devil’s palette, so we only had white flowers in our homes.’

Aiden then continues, probing more into the situation. He starts by asking how many days she’s been in the city? She says it’s only been a week? She remarks that it’s hard to tell because so much has happened — it feels like her head is still spinning. He asks her where she’s staying, and she says that they’re at a local shelter. He asks her how the conditions have been and she admits they aren’t great, nothing like how things were at the compound.

Aiden assures her that it’s normal for her to feel anxiety, but that she’s doing fine. He then asks her to discuss the commune. She’s still uncertain, looking around nervously while rubbing her arm or biting her bottom lip. Aiden assures her that everything they discuss is strictly between them. He’s there to help her. She gazes at him for a few moments, choosing to trust him, then explains how her parents have both been part of the commune since before she was born, they were some of the first members to join. It was the only life she’s ever known. She didn’t think anything of it until a few months ago when she started hearing rumors. Aiden asks her what rumors she’s heard. Lily is quicker to respond now, desperate to be heard as she leans forward in her chair, becoming more animated.

She says that she heard that their leader, Father Warren, was taking girls into the barn to… to DO things to them… ‘What KIND of things?’ Aiden asks, leaning in as if almost perversely wanting to learn more, his warm presence starting to shift to something unsettling. Since she’s so desperate to get everything out into the open now, she doesn’t catch onto Aiden’s change of demeanor. She says she’s heard that he takes them back there to have sex with them.

‘And why did you feel uncomfortable about the rumors? …Is it perhaps because you secretly wanted to be one of those girls?’ Aiden asks, still in a professional tone, which seems creepier now because of the nature of the questioning and the way he seems even MORE focused on her. His eyes even flicker over her body briefly, which she catches.

She closes her body off again, gasping. ‘No, of course not! Why would I want that?’ she exclaims. Aiden slips back into a practiced smile as he leans back into the chair. He apologizes to her for making her uncomfortable, explaining that he’s worked with many troubled teens that developed attraction towards the men that have been exploiting them. He invites her to continue speaking.

Lily is a little wary again now, but continues talking, unable to help herself. She NEEDS to be heard! She says that ever since she started hearing the rumors, it was like a fog has been lifted. She noticed other strange things, too, like how everyone seemed TOO happy, but any time she tried to talk to her parents about it, they denied everything. Finally, she decided that she NEEDED to get Emily to safety. She couldn’t let Emily be the next one that Father Warren decided to be sinful with. They fled, having no belongings, no money, nowhere to stay… They got a ride to the city and have been staying at the women’s shelter for now, but it’s not enough. They can’t stay there forever. When she asked the homeless shelter volunteers, they referred them to Aiden, so that’s why she’s there. They said a social worker might be able to help her and her sister get the care and resources she needs to ensure that she and Emily are truly SAFE. She’s the big sister — she HAS to take care of Emily. She can’t risk them being sent back to that crazy place now.

Aiden says that he think he may be able to get them into a transitional home and goes to the computer to check. However, he’s not really looking anything up at all as he instead watches Lily from afar. After a few moments, he approaches her and says that he can help them. But there’s a lot of people ahead of them on the waiting lists…

Aiden then reveals that he is convinced that Lily and Emily were part of a sex cult. Lily is shocked, but especially when Aiden crouches close and suddenly looks a whole lot creepier. Aiden reflects out loud that if the commune was that strict about sex, Lily is probably still a virgin then… but, he asks, has she ever at least masturbated?

Lily is shocked by the change, recoiling away from him. She finally states that she’s REALLY uncomfortable about all this and doesn’t think he’s the right fit for her needs. She makes for the door but Aiden speaks up again in a cold drawl. ‘You COULD leave, if you want. I certainly won’t stop you. Just know that I’m the ONLY one that can help you get what you need to start a new life. No one else will help you if I exaggerate a few things in my notes here…’ Lily exclaims that he can’t do that. He counters that he CAN and WILL.

She’s horrified and torn. ‘No, I HAVE to protect Emily… I have to get her AWAY from all this…’ Aiden smiles darkly as he undoes his pants and removes his cock. ‘If YOU cooperate, I can help make sure you BOTH get the new life you’ve dreamed of. You can be together and HAPPY for the rest of your lives…’ he teases.

Lily tries not to stare at the cock, since it’s her first time seeing one, shocked by everything that’s happening. She backs up as he approaches until her back is against the nearest wall. ‘What are you doing?? No, I-I can’t do this…’ she stammers. He asks if she’s REALLY going to let her dear little sister down like that? He said he’d help her and he plans to keep his promise. Now she has a choice to make.

She finally reluctantly agrees to have sex with him if it means securing a better future. She nervously drops to her knees and parts her lips while looking up at him. He mockingly says that she’s made the right choice and that her sister should be SO PROUD of her for being so brave…

Impregnating The Sitter – Dick Chibbles & Alina Lopez


IMPREGNATING THE SITTER
GRIEVING HUSBAND IMPREGNATES TEEN TO FULFILL LATE WIFE’S LAST WISH

April (Alina Lopez), a teen babysitter, climbs the front steps of a residential home. For her, this is just another day. Another job and a few more dollars in her pocket, which she really needs. However, it looks like the man living in this home is well off because the place is HUGE!

She knocks on the door and a pleasant man (Dick Chibbles) greets her. ‘Mr. Perry?’ April greets with a smile. ‘Yes, that’s me. You must be April, welcome!’ Trent says. April beams, saying that she’s pleased to meet him and that she can’t wait to meet the boys.

April moves into the living room with Trent, making some small talk where it’s revealed that she’s raising her younger brother. Her parents passed away, so it’s all on her now. Trent is sympathetic, though he moves onto asking her questions that seem a little beyond small talk. What nationality is she, is she a gymnast, how’s school going?

April politely answers all the questions the best she can, even if she’s uncomfortable. When it comes to school, she admits that she wants to go into fashion, though money’s a bit tight since she didn’t get a scholarship. Trent seems intrigued and says, well, there’s no shame in working for it!

April then asks where the kids are and he says they’re in the playroom. He’s just going to be gone for a few hours, so hopefully she won’t have issues with them. When April asks when the wife will be home, though, Trent gets a bit dodgy. He simply says that she won’t be coming home. She’s at work and has a deadline, so… Anyway, is April ready to meet the kids? April smiles and says that she is and heads off down the hall where she’s directed.

As she does, Trent walks behind her with a longing gaze. ‘One hell of a mother…’ he says under his breath.

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CUT TO hours later, and April is tidying up the living room after having put the kids to bed. She picks up a few toys then moves to a table where there are crayons and a drawing. She sets the toys aside and smiles to herself. ‘Aw, I wonder what they drew…?’ she says to herself as she picks up the drawing. As soon as she gazes at it, her brows furrow with confusion.

It’s a picture with stick figures, very much a child’s drawing. There’s a man labeled ‘Dad’ and a woman next to him labeled ‘Claire.’ They are surrounded by three kids, the boys. They all look happy. There’s another woman off to the far side labeled ‘Mom.’ She is smiling too but a dark crayon has scribbled her out. The picture has a disturbing vibe.

‘What does this mean?’ April murmurs to herself as she tries to make sense of the picture. She’s a little unnerved, putting the paper back down on the table.

Curious, she takes out her phone and does some research. She pulls up a search engine and searches Trent Perry’s name. She quickly finds an obituary for his wife.

She hears movement behind her and whirls around. Trent is looming in the doorway, looking menacing. April’s startled, demanding to know what the hell is going on in this house? She points to the page on her phone with his wife’s obituary — why is he lying?! Trent looks devastated as grief washes over him, though he shakes it off. ‘Listen, I can explain…’ he starts, begging for her to just hear him out.

April hurries to get out of there, but before she’s out the door, Trent blurts, ‘Have you ever had someone just DIE on you?’

April pauses, painfully remembering her parents’ deaths, and remains, letting him have a chance to explain himself. He begins to tell her a sad story about how he and his wife had been trying to have a baby for YEARS. Then one day, they finally got lucky, though the doctor told her not to take the baby to term. She did, anyway, but died during childbirth, giving Trent their firstborn son. Even though he loves his son, he wished he’d been given a daughter because that’s what they’ve always wanted.

April is wary, but moved by his plight, and says she’s sorry for his loss. She was so confused by the picture… But who’s Claire? Trent explains that Claire, the sweet young woman in that drawing, was a wet nurse for his son in that first year, someone he came to know very well in those dark days, and like April, she was someone with great maternal instincts. Desperate to rebuild his family, they made an arrangement in hopes of Claire giving him a daughter, but he got two other sons instead.

And now? Claire is gone…

When April asks where Claire is now, Trent dismisses the question. Instead, he says that he hopes that April can be the one to give him a daughter.

April is freaked out, flat-out refusing him, though Trent quickly assures her that she doesn’t need to be in LOVE with him! He’s just asking her to be the vessel for his daughter. Listen, April needs to pay for college, right? He can take care of that for her! Her younger brother? Trent can make sure he gets into the best private school. Money isn’t an issue for him, he just needs a womb. It’s just 9 months of April’s life. Plus, she’d be fulfilling his wife’s last wish…

April needs a few moments to think it over, conflicted. This is a lot to ask of someone, but she needs the money. She has to provide for her brother and she has big dreams for herself as well. Finally, she asks how much Trent can offer her, signaling that she’s open to the deal.

Trent is relieved as he approaches April and takes her by the arm, their eyes meeting. Without saying a word, although there is a mutual understanding, he slowly leads her upstairs.

Indecent Exposure – Ella Knox & Alex Jones


INDECENT EXPOSURE
PSYCHIATRIST MANIPULATES GIRL AFRAID OF SEX INTO SLEEPING WITH HIM

Jane (Ella Knox) waits in the reception area of Dr. Bishop’s home office. She is very nervous and agitated. The door to Dr. Bishop’s office slowly creaks open. Dr. Bishop (Alex Jones) emerges from the office, telling her to please come in. The camera follows her as she enters the office. Dr. Bishop closes the door and motions for her to sit down in a separate area of the office away from his desk where there are two chairs across from each other, mentioning she should get as comfortable as she likes. She sits in a chair that faces away from his desk. Dr. Bishop formally introduces himself. Jane nods but otherwise doesn’t respond. ‘I understand that you have been referred to me by Dr. Hill?’ The girl nods shyly, yes, she utters. He continues, saying that as he understands it, Dr. Hill is retiring. That kind of change can be very disruptive to a patient’s therapy, but he is here to make sure that the transition is smooth, Dr. Bishop continues, walking around behind the chair that she sits in. What brought her to therapy?, he asks. Jane looks a bit thrown off – doesn’t he have her file?, she asks. Yes, but he wants to hear it in her own words, he says. Jane takes a deep breath. ‘Well, Dr. Hill says I have a fear of…intimacy,’ she says slowly. She’s having trouble articulating her real issue to a stranger. ‘I’m afraid of…sex,’ Jane finally admits. ‘Can you help me?,’ Jane asks softly, hopeful. ‘I assure you, this is exactly my area of expertise, and I will do EVERYTHING in my power to help you,’ he says.

‘Let’s talk specifically about your phobia. Fear of sex. Do you have a guess as to how this started?’ Jane fidgets and says ‘no’ evasively. ‘And HAVE you had sex before? Or has your fear always stopped you before?’ Dr. Bishop asks. Jane looks increasingly uncomfortable. Yes, she has, she says quietly, looking down at her lap. ‘Can you tell me how old you were when you lost your virginity?’ he asks. She guesses it must have been about…4 years ago? She’s 22 now, so it was when she was 18, Jane answers. ‘Describe it to me,’ Dr. Bishop says after a moment, unzipping his fly again. Losing her virginity?! Does he really want her to describe it to him?, Jane asks incredulously. Yes, he says matter-of-factly, since she has a crippling fear of sex, they need to isolate the root cause of it, he says evenly, as unbeknownst to her, he unzips his fly and takes his dick out. He slowly inches it towards her face, but Jane is too in her own head to turn around and notice anything. ‘And take your time, dear,’ he finishes, ‘we’re in no hurry,’. Um…ok, Jane says reluctantly.

‘My parents were out of town and my brother was having a party, and it…happened that night,’ Jane says. Continue, Dr. Bishop says. ‘Well, the party was really fun, and I went to my room for a minute to touch up my make-up and…someone came in…it was this guy I knew. We had both had had a few….well let’s just say we both had had a few, and I guess that gave him the courage to tell me that he had a crush on me, and before I knew it, things were out of control and I was…naked with him, and…it happened,’ Jane says, exhaling loudly as she bites her nails. Please, be specific, Dr. Bishop prompts, pacing slowly behind her as he holds his cock and lightly waves it close to her, coming extremely close to her head, but not touching it. He tells her that to help, she can perform a relaxation exercise as she recounts the story. He tells her to lay her head on the back of the chair and close her eyes, and to focus on nothing but her words as she speaks. Jane does as she’s told. Dr. Bishop lays his hand on her shoulder, offering her words of support as he continues to stroke his hard dick with his other hand. After a moment, Jane speaks. ‘We started kissing, and he…took off my shirt, and then…I just did it cause I felt like…I had to,’ Jane says, her voice quivering with emotion. Abruptly he pulls his cock away and efficiently puts his dick back into his pants, zipping up as he says ‘That can be enough for now, Jane. Please open your eyes.’

Jane opens her eyes and turns in her chair to look at him. He leans on the edge of his desk, smiling kindly. ‘Take a deep breath, I know that was hard, but you’re safe,’ Dr. Bishop says. Jane exhales loudly, trying to steady herself after reliving the memory. The doctor remarks this was clearly an incredibly painful and traumatic experience, and in admitting what occurred that night, she has already made significant progress, he says. He is more convinced than ever that that night is the source of her phobia and he now feels comfortable recommending an appropriate course of treatment, Dr. Bishop says. ‘Are you familiar with ‘Exposure Therapy’?’, he asks.

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Jane shakes her head. No, she doesn’t know what that is. He will explain, he says. ‘Exposure therapy is the practice of exposing someone to what they fear the most, demystifying the fear and thus removing it. You have been afraid of sex ever since that experience, so what exposure therapy means for you is that you need to have sex once more, to face that fear, and to overcome it. I believe that this is the only suitable course of action for you,’ Dr. Bishop says smoothly. Jane’s eyes go wide and her lip begins to tremble. No, no, no, she can’t do that, she WON’T do that, she can’t just will herself to have sex with some guy!, Jane stammers frantically, clearly terrified at the very thought of it. ‘Oh please do not misunderstand me, I’m not suggesting that you engage in some sordid ‘one-night-stand’. Exposure therapy must be administered very carefully and under the supervision of a professional, thus I am recommending that I be the one to…administer your therapy,’ Dr. Bishop says confidently and matter-of-factly. Jane’s jaw drops. ‘You want ME to…with YOU?! Are you crazy?? No way,’ Jane exclaims.

Dr. Bishop moves towards her. He smiles down coldly. ‘I do not take this lightly and only recommend this because I truly believe that this is the correct treatment, but let me be very clear: if you do not want to do this, which is, of course, your right…’ at this Dr. Bishop lays a hand firmly on her shoulder. She flinches a bit, but his grip is tight. He continues speaking. ‘I’d only see one possible future for you: you would walk out of this office and resolve that you will fix your problem on your own. And maybe you will have some progress at first, but you will eventually revert back to all your old fears, all your old phobias, and you will live the rest of your life terrified. You will not be able to maintain relationships or experience any sort of closeness and ultimately any true pleasure. Before you even realize it, your life will be over. You will die alone, with no one by your side. And that future, for you or for any of my patients? That is MY greatest fear,’ Dr. Bishop says. Jane looks confused, wrestling with what he has just told her. ‘You can’t know that this is what’s going to happen!’ Jane says, almost pleads. He has been a psychiatrist for almost 15 years and his experience tells him that this is exactly what will happen, he says patiently. ‘Don’t you want to be happy?’ he asks. Jane still seems uncertain but looks up at him with a hopefulness, as if to say: please, please help me. ‘Ok, if you promise that it will help me,’ she says softly and reluctantly.

Dr. Bishop asks Jane to stand up and face him. Mentioning that any sexual encounter begins with the participants getting naked, he tells her to remove her clothes. Nervously she strips down, exposing her huge tits. Dr. Bishop tells her to lie down on his desk. She hesitantly complies and he spreads her legs, getting his first look at her tight pussy. He lowers his face to it, burying his tongue in her juicy mound. Jane is still uncertain, but can’t deny how good his tongue feels on her clit and moans loudly. As she gets more and more into it, Dr. Bishop eats her pussy hungrily. Soon, it’s time for the next phase of her treatment, and Dr. Bishop has Jane get on her knees as he frees his cock from his pants.

But Jane’s therapy is just beginning, and before her fear of sex is cured, Dr. Bishop is going to expose her to things that she never even DREAMED of…

Face To Face – Michael Vegas & Whitney Wright


FACE TO FACE
WOMAN USES JOB AS REPORTER TO GET CLOSE TO AN ACCUSED PSYCHOPATH

Scene opens on the interior of a car. A young woman, Lois Brown (Whitney Wright), is the sole occupant and driver, and we watch over her shoulder as she pulls up to a house. She stops the car and turns it off. The camera pans down to see that her hands are shaking. She takes a deep breath, steadies herself. ‘You can do this,’ she says to herself and gets out of the car. She walks up the driveway to the door of the house and hesitates another moment before ringing the doorbell. After a second, the door opens and a man, James Stinson (Michael Vegas), stands there. He looks at her, appraising her in an almost predatory way. ‘You must be Lois?’ he asks with a tone of wary caution. Yes, and he must be Mr. Stinson, Lois says with a polite and professional smile. Oh, she can call him James, he says. A bit young for a reporter, no? She flashes him a polite, detached smile and says maybe, she’s 22 but people always say she has an old soul. He nods and then realizes he’s still blocking the doorway – But where are his manners? Please, come in, he says, waving her in. She follows him into the house, a modest, clean and well-kept abode.

So where does she want to do this?, he asks, a hint of discomfort creeping into his voice. Wherever he feels comfortable, she says politely but not warmly… how about the living room?, she suggests. He agrees and they sit down in the living room. He takes a seat and she sits in a chair across from him with a table between them. She takes out her cell phone and opens up a voice recording app. Does he mind if she records this?, Lois asks. No, please do, he doesn’t want to be misquoted, he’s had enough of that – he chuckles, not because it was funny but to fill the awkward silence following his comment. Great, she says after a pause, pressing the record button on the app and places the phone on the table between them. ‘So let’s start with the obvious: why now? Why grant your first face-to-face interview to a small college newspaper after all this time not speaking to the press?’ Lois asks. He considers the question. Well, it’s simple: in all this time, she’s not the first reporter to call him on the anniversary of the crime, but she IS the first reporter to call him and tell him that she believes he’s not guilty, and offer to tell his side of the story, he says. But he WAS acquitted of the crime he was accused of, so what guilt is he referring to?, Lois probes. As she knows, the case was all over the news, day and night, and even though he was found not guilty, most people believe that he is guilty and the verdict was wrong, James says. Guilty until proven innocent in the public eye, he says bitterly. And he’s never been able to shake that stigma, people just don’t look at him in the same way since then, he adds resentfully. It’s a lonely existence. ‘Maybe we can try to dispel some of that stigma once the public hears your side of the story. So I ask you, on the record: Are you guilty?’ Lois asks. He smiles sadly back at her. ‘Am I guilty?’ he asks her. He takes a deep sigh. There is a tense moment of silence. Once again, something dark and predatory flashes across his face. ‘Yes…I am,’ he says, his smile gone.

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Resuming the interview, Lois looks stunned at James’s admission. ‘I am guilty…guilty of being in the wrong place at the wrong time,’ James clarifies. He happened to be at the club that night, and he happened to be the last person seen with… James says, trailing off, blanking at the victim’s name. ‘Darlene Davis,’ Lois says, enunciating the name carefully. Yes that’s right, it was a long time ago…and he has tried to put the whole episode behind him, being at the club that night, being at the wrong place at the wrong time…that ruined his life, James says. So how does he explain Darlene’s DNA on his shirt?, Lois probes, adding that the police claim that this happened during the crime. The same way he explained it to the police, with the truth: she had a nosebleed when she was dancing with him, James says. But the press got a hold of that and used that to assume his guilt, he continues. What they didn’t bother to report was that she was a known substance user prone to nosebleeds, he says.

‘When they came to interview you because they saw you on the club’s security footage, you consented to them searching your home, where they discovered the shirt with DNA evidence, which then led to your arrest and trial. If the DNA on the shirt was from an innocent nosebleed as you claim, why didn’t you just tell the police about it instead of hiding the shirt for them to find, and for that matter, why did you consent to the search in the first place if you had evidence hidden away that would incriminate you?’ Lois asks. Well, because he didn’t feel that he had anything to hide, James says smoothly, for example why would he even think that shirt was evidence to a crime at the time unless he was the one who committed it? When he left the woman, she was still alive. But, she continues, if he had nothing to hide, why did he initially lie to the police about where he was after the club that night?, Lois asks skeptically. He didn’t have an alibi that night, he just came home alone, and he’s seen enough movies to know that it’s really easy for cops to pin something on someone who can’t account for their whereabouts, so he told them he went to get a burger instead, James says. Stupid mistake, he says regretfully. A stupid mistake that he’s replayed over and over in his mind every day since then, he adds. But he can see why that story sounds a little thin right?, Lois asks. Especially since the route he claims to have taken home from the club that night is the least direct way to get home and HAPPENS to be one that doesn’t have traffic cams in that area of town, she adds. He looks at her silently. Can she turn off the recording for a moment please?, he asks softly. Oh um, yes, sure, Lois stutters, caught off guard. She turns it off. Lois…he thought that this interview was going to give him the opportunity to shed some light on his innocence, so why does this feel like the same old assumption of guilt that he’s used to?, he asks, leaning close to her, resting his elbows on his knees in a vaguely threatening way. ‘Because if this is just about pushing my guilt, if you’re hiding something from me…we’re going to have…a problem,’ James says, that same carnivorous look crossing his features again. Lois shifts in her chair nervously. No…it’s not about that at all, even though she believes in his innocence, she still has to do her job and ask all the tough questions, she says anxiously. There is a tense moment while he considers her answer. Ok..let’s keep going then, he says finally. Lois exhales sharply and resumes recording.

So getting back to the night of the crime: to help clear up any misconceptions, why doesn’t he recount that night for her?, Lois suggests gently. Well, he was in the mood to go out, but all of his friends were busy, so he decided to go to the club alone and that’s where he met Darlene; they danced for a little while, and then he went home, alone, James says quickly. There’s really not much more to explain other than that, he adds. And what was Darlene like?, asks Lois, He doesn’t really remember, he only danced with her for a short time and didn’t really get to know her, he answers. So he didn’t get a sense of her AT ALL?, a sense of what…Darlene was like?, Lois asks. Was she kind, did she seem happy? Why the great interest in Darlene?, James asks, his brow furrowed in suspicion. Just trying to get a sense of the victim is all, Lois says quickly. Hmmm, well he can’t really help her there because like he said, he didn’t get to know her, James says. But she did have a reputation around the neighborhood, she was known as kind of…he doesn’t want to be rude here but…kind of a whore who would do ANYTHING for a fix, he says offhandedly. Upon hearing this, Lois looks a little rattled. At the time, some people were even saying that she…got what she deserved, James says softly. Lois looks a little sick when she hears his last answer and abruptly excuses herself, saying that she has to use the bathroom.

In the bathroom, she splashes water on her face and pats it down with a towel, regaining her composure. Keep it together, almost there, just this one last thing to do, she says to herself, breathing heavily. She takes another moment to steady herself, draws in a deep breath and exits the bathroom. Back in the living room, she goes to sit beside James on the couch. She apologizes for rushing out like that, adding that it must have been something she ate. He tells her not to worry about it. She smiles. What she would like to do now is shift gears and get…inside his head a bit, she says. Is that why she came to sit next to him, because things are about to get…personal?, he asks, with a slightly nervous edge as he looks away from her. Would that be ok?, she asks. He’s not sure if getting personal is…a good idea, he says, looking back at her as a sinister expression invades his features for a moment. It passes quickly. Lois clears her throat. She’s sure that this is best for the interview, so…is it ok if she continues?, she asks patiently. He nods. Ok, so when he was accused of this horrible crime, how did that make him feel?, she asks. Well…he felt…scared…angry…alone, James says slowly. She can relate, her mother passed away when she was a little girl and she can remember the intense feelings of isolation, like she was the only one in the world who felt these things, Lois says sympathetically. He is surprised to see her turn off the recording. And there were other feelings, other, more…disturbing thoughts that she had that made her feel even more alone, she continues. It was like a…darkness growing inside of her, and it scared her, but she didn’t want to run away from it, she wanted to run towards it, she continues. She looks at James in the eyes. ‘I think you know exactly what kind of…darkness I’m talking about,’ Lois continues softly. ‘You share that same darkness inside of you, don’t you James?,’ she asks. And he acted on that darkness, Lois says. James finally catches on. Does she think that he IS guilty?!, he asks looking betrayed. He thought—James starts, but Lois cuts him off. She doesn’t THINK anything: she has ABSOLUTELY no doubt in her mind that he is guilty of this crime, Lois says.

What the fuck–he knew this had to be bullshit, she’s just like all the other reporters, James says, getting up from the couch in frustration. That’s just it, she’s NOT like all the other reporters, Lois says… in a sense, she became a reporter just to get to this moment. To speak with him. Sure, she lied to him about believing that he didn’t commit the crime, but she knew that was the only way he’d agree to meet her, and she NEEDED to meet him face to face, she feels that there is a connection, a…bond between them, Lois continues. He didn’t- he begins. She waves him off. There’s no need to put on any masks anymore, he can be his true self around her. She’s here because she wants him to tell her—no, SHOW her, everything about that night, Lois continues breathlessly. She seems to be getting turned on as she speaks, but she exhales sharply as she finishes her last sentence, betraying a nervousness underneath her bluster of passion. This nervousness passes almost immediately, and James is too distracted to notice the subtle inconsistencies in Lois’s demeanor. What kind of a sick fucking fantasy is this?! James asks incredulously. It’s no fantasy, it’s what she came here to share with him, Lois says. No, he can’t do that, James says, shaking his head. Please!, Lois says fiercely, grabbing at his shirt. She needs to know!, Lois says feverishly, practically banging on his chest. He pulls her hands away from him. Stop this!, he says, resisting. ‘SHOW. ME.’ she enunciates firmly, bringing her face inches away from his. He can’t resist anymore. ‘Is this what you want?! Is THIS WHAT YOU WANT?!’ James yells, ripping her blouse open roughly, the buttons hitting the floor. ‘Yes, oh god yes,’ gasps Lois.

As he tears her clothes off and buries his face hungrily in Lois’ pink pussy, Stinson unleashes his inner-maniac. Will Lois get more than she bargained for? Maybe…but what James doesn’t know is that Lois has a secret of her own…

Peer Pressure – Casey Calvert & Vienna Black & Justin Hunt


PEER PRESSURE
INNOCENT VIRGIN SCHOOLGIRL DOUBLE-TEAMED BY TWISTED STEP-SIBLINGS

Lisa (Vienna Black), a sweet and innocent schoolgirl, arrives at Stephan (Justin Hunt)’s house, trying to calm her nerves as she holds her backpack close. As she approaches the front door, there is a gardener nearby that offers to open the door for her. ‘Let me get that for you, miss,’ he says. Before he opens the door, though, he nervously looks between the door and her, then leans in and asks if she REALLY wants to be in there with THEM. Lisa is worried and asks what’s wrong with them, but before the gardener can answer, the door is opened from the other side. Stephan, a young man wearing a smile, greets Lisa, saying there she is! He thought he heard voices. Come on in!

When Lisa turns away, Stephan catches the gardener’s eyes and makes a lewd sexual gesture, indicating their intentions for innocent Lisa. The gardener can do nothing more but look guiltily away as Stephan closes the door behind them.

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Lisa compliments Stephan on the beautiful house as he leads her into a dining room to study, soon joined by his step-sister, Nikki (Casey Calvert). Stephan shrugs and says that the house is modest, which is obviously an understatement. Nikki ribs her brother and says that nothing involving either of them could ever be described as ‘modest.’ Stephan smirks, then thanks Lisa for coming over to help them study for the upcoming exam. He especially needs a little pick-me-up with his grades and Lisa’s just so smart! She has to be the smartest one in any of their classes.

Lisa’s flustered by the compliments, obviously having a crush on Stephan, saying that the ‘bad boys’ seem to always need a little bit of extra help. (It’s clear by the way she says ‘bad boys’ that she likes bad boys, and Stephan catches onto this with a sly grin.) She continues on to say that she’s always been a nerd, so… Stephan says that she’s a very pretty nerd. A woman with brains AND looks is a treat. Although Lisa’s flustered, she makes a bit of a face at the word ‘treat’ since it sounds weird to her, maybe even a bit creepy. Even Nikki picks up on this and laughs, saying that it sounds like her dear brother Stephan just wants to ‘eat her up.’ Maybe he DOES, Stephan retorts, then winks at Lisa and as a joke, growls hungrily. Lisa is shy and not used to this kind of attention, although she seems to like it.

Stephan asks if Lisa minds agreeing to help them study. Lisa looks a bit flustered — oh, Nikki will be studying with them too? Stephan bares his teeth into a grin and says he and his sister are inseparable, he wouldn’t want her to flunk the test while he’s acing it! He hoped she could study with them, and asks if that would be a problem? Lisa tries to play it cool and says, no, of course not. Everyone at school knows how close they are, so how could she say no? Nikki gasps and turns to Stephan. ‘Do you hear that, brother? We’re practically famous!’ she laughs sarcastically. Then Stephan gestures to the dining room table and suggests that they get started. Lisa is still a little disappointed by Nikki being there, clearly having hoped for some alone time with Stephan, but tries not to show it too much.

Lisa is about to sit by Stephan when Nikki promptly takes the seat, smiling sweetly at her. A little taken aback, Lisa moves around the table and sits across from them. She takes her laptop out of her bag and asks what they’d like to study first. Stephan says he’d like to study biology first since that’s his favorite subject… He especially loves learning about a woman’s anatomy… Who doesn’t love a bit of… exploration? As Stephan says this with a grin, Lisa feels a foot running slowly up her leg.

She stares at Stephan, obviously thinking that it’s him playing footsies, but it’s actually Nikki. Lisa fidgets both because of the move seeming quite bold to her, and also because of her arousal. She can’t help but to like the preppy bad boy vibe Stephan gives off.

Nikki smirks, though Lisa doesn’t even notice her, anyway, since her attention is on Stephan. Lisa glances briefly to Nikki, nervous about what she thinks Stephan is doing to her, but Nikki just grins. ‘Is something wrong?’ Nikki teases. Lisa swallows and shakes her head while blushing, saying that nothing is wrong and that, sure, they can start with biology — she can pull up her notes from the semester. Nikki stops playing footsies and scoffs, saying that they’re all 18 now — they can learn about the female anatomy in more fun ways than by reading about it. Lisa nervously laughs and insists that sticking with the notes is best if they want to do well on the exam.

As they begin studying, Lisa talks about the female body, specifically the reproductive system. She starts listing off the parts that make up the system: the labia majora, labia minora, Bartholin’s glands, uterus, ovaries, fallopian tubes, clitorus, vagina…

Nikki scoffs, saying this is so lame since this is all stuff they should already know. Hey, does Lisa know that the hymen can be broken in ways other than sex, like sports or horseback riding? It’s not the reliable test of a woman’s virginity that it used to be. She wonders out loud if Lisa’s hymen broke yet, and if so, whether it was from riding horses or riding something ELSE.

Lisa is uncomfortable, ignoring the question and saying that she doesn’t think hymens are going to be on the exam, so… Stephan makes studying even harder by asking Lisa about ‘erogenous zones’, playing a bit dumb. What are they? How do they work? Sure, he knows what to do with a wet pussy, but what else can he do to make a woman scream?

Lisa’s even more embarrassed. ‘Um, I d-don’t think that’s on the required materials for the exam…’ Stephan leans in a little closer, still playing dumb, although his closer proximity seems a bit more menacing. ‘Well, don’t you know? You’re supposed to be so smart, and all,’ he teases with an edge to his voice. Lisa’s even more uncomfortable, squirming in her seat, her eyes still on Stephan but she feels desperate to prove herself. ‘Well, I READ that the most accepted ones are the ears, lips, neck, breasts, bum, inner thighs, and… vagina,’ Lisa explains, stumbling again a little over the last word. ‘But there are some other ones, too, like the feet or even armpits…’

Stephan laughs, looking a bit disgusted at the mention of armpits, saying no thanks! Nikki snorts, saying that if he wants to please a woman, he has to be willing to go all the way — armpits included! Stephan remarks that he KNOWS how to please a woman. You just gotta fingerbang her ass a bit while you’re eating her out. He even mimes this by poking one finger back and forth in the air while doing the classic vulgar cunnilignus gesture with his other hand. ‘Just like ringing a doorbell!’ he laughs. ‘Ooh, you’re SUCH a romantic! Not gonna lie, though — it sounds pretty hot, right, Lisa?’ Nikki teases with a twisted grin. Lisa is shocked and a bit grossed out now, not only because of the graphic nature of the sex described but also how comfortable the siblings are around each other.

Lisa doesn’t answer Nikki and instead laughs nervously as she tries to get them back on track, redirecting their attention back to the books. Once or twice, she looks towards the entranceway, as if debating whether she should leave or not, but ultimately decides to stay. Nikki then makes a comment about the laptop. It’s an older model, isn’t it? Lisa is relieved for the distraction but embarrassed still, mentioning that, yeah, it’s secondhand since her parents spent everything on the tuition this semester. She was lucky to get into such a prestigious school! Nikki and Stephan says that they’re so proud of her for getting into the school, it really shows that ANYONE can make it in life if they work hard… this is said in an obviously condescending way, which makes Lisa her momentary confidence.

Nikki excuses herself to go to the bathroom and Lisa takes this chance to pull her chair closer to Stephan. They begin studying again, with Lisa making sure only to talk about less sexy parts about the female anatomy. Like, how exciting is the menstruation cycle? He butters her up a little, marveling over how she makes even periods sexy, which is really saying something! Although he’s heard that some guys are really into fucking women on their periods… As he talks, he moves his arm down and out of sight.

While Lisa is distracted, Nikki sneaks back and slips under the table without Lisa noticing. She carefully crawls close to Lisa, then starts running a hand up along Lisa’s leg, up her knee and slowly towards her inner thigh. Lisa makes a short sound of surprise as she stares at Stephan, who is intensely focused on her and smiling. He’s still leaning forward toward her with his arm out of sight to add to the illusion that it could be him feeling Lisa up, even if it’s not. The routine is so smooth, as if Stephan and Nikki has pulled this stunt before.

Lisa still thinks it’s him feeling her up and is flustered. She continues reading, though her voice catches as the hand starts moving towards her pussy. Lisa shifts and bites her lip to stifle a moan, then whispers, ‘Keep doing it…’ to Stephan. Stephan gives a fake-confused look and says, ‘Keep doing what?’ When Nikki palms her pussy, Lisa moves her hand under the table and over Nikki’s, rolling her hips into the touch. ‘You’re touching me…’ she breathes, though Stephan still plays it innocent and says that he isn’t? He’s just scratching his leg… Lisa’s eyes widen as she pushes her chair back and stares under the table, seeing Nikki there. ‘Whoops! I thought I was touching Stephan,’ Nikki blatantly lies while both she and Stephan laugh. It’s a creepier, mocking laugh, though.

Nikki crawls out from under the table and sits in the chair again as both she and Stephan crowd Lisa, who is hugging herself nervously. ‘What’s going on?’ Lisa demands. ‘We’re just having a bit of fun, aren’t we, Stephan? You HAVE to be a virgin, though, aren’t you, Lisa? And not just because you have a tight little twat down there — you couldn’t even tell a girl’s hand from a guy’s! I mean, I know Stephan has some pretty girly hands, but…’ Nikki says. ‘Hey! I do not! YOU seem to like them.’ Stephan states as the two banter over Lisa’s head. Nikki scoffs and says, ‘Yeah, because I like girls’ hands better! You can fit more of their fingers in at once!’

Lisa is really confused and uncomfortable as she starts to rise to gather her laptop, saying that she has to go. Both Stephan and Nikki touch her shoulders and coax her back down to the seat. ‘So soon? We just barely finished the chapter,’ Stephan says with an unsettling smile. ‘I thought we had a special moment going on here? I see the way you stare at me at school… Like you want me to fuck you right then and there against the lockers….’ Nikki rolls her eyes, saying, oh, you wish! You like to think you’re such a player when all you prey on are the frail, helpless types. Where’s the challenge in that? Anyone can do that! Stephan should be looking for a REAL woman — like her!

‘Oh, dear sister, you know you’re more than enough woman for me,’ Stephan says in a seductive tone. The two start to close the gap between each other while leaning over and in front of Lisa, clearly moving closer and about to kiss heavily — though they don’t quite touch yet.

Lisa is shocked as she bursts between them. ‘Wait, aren’t you two brother and sister??’ Stephan and Nikki shake their head. ‘We’re step-brother and step-sister. REAL fucked up, right?? But hey… how can I NOT fuck a gorgeous woman like her?’ Stephan insists as he leans in and starts necking Nikki, even biting at her, which Nikki enjoys. Nikki giggles and flirtily tells him to stop while clearly fishing for more compliments. She says that not a day goes by that she isn’t glad that her mother married his father, which brought THEM together.

‘I REALLY should be going,’ Lisa says as she clutches her laptop. ‘You’re free to go…’ Nikki says sweetly. ‘Of course, now we’re going to tell everyone what a whore you are. You came over here purely to seduce us, you sicko. What, does getting it on with a brother and sister get you off?’ Lisa is horrified, exclaiming that they can’t spread such lies about her. Nikki continues, saying, who are people going to believe? Them or Lisa? Lisa’s a NOBODY at school. Besides, aren’t they PRACTICALLY FAMOUS? Lisa’s out of her MIND if she thinks she’s worth anything. She’s just a pathetic little girl that got into their school as a charity case. The school probably took pity on her and her parents and decided to show a little goodwill. It looks good in the public eye. So what would happen then if the school found out the sweet, underprivileged girl they let in was going around slutting it up with classmates? And what will her darling parents think when they learn that their little girl is not so innocent?

So here’s the deal: if Lisa fucks Stephan and does everything they ask, they won’t breathe a word about it to anyone else. Nikki likes watching her brother defile young, innocent, underprivileged, hardworking girls like Lisa…

Lisa can’t believe what she’s hearing and is almost about to cry because of the confrontation. She begs them not to say anything. They don’t understand that school is literally all she has! So much has been sacrificed to get into this school. She’s willing to do anything to ensure that the step-siblings don’t fuck it up for her. Anything!

‘Then it sounds like we have a deal,’ Nikki purrs, but Lisa is still worried. ‘If I let you f-fuck me — then you’ll keep everything quiet?’ she asks while trying to put on a brave face. ‘We promise,’ Nikki says. ‘Just… Just be gentle. It’s my first time,’ Lisa adds, nervously giving her consent. ‘Oh, we’ll be gentle,’ Nikki says…

Why Are You Doing This!? – Sarah Vandella & Lucas Frost & Emma Hix


WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?
SADISTIC BOYFRIEND MAKES GIRLFRIEND SEDUCE HER STEPMOM UNDER THREAT OF EVICTION

Scene opens on Alison (Emma Hix), who is in her living room, pacing nervously. She is clearly worried about something. She hears a knock at the door and hurries to answer it. Her boyfriend Bradley (Lucas Frost) is there. He greets her, kissing her on the cheek as he walks into the house like he owns the place. He loudly sits down on the couch and puts his feet on the coffee table obnoxiously. So tonight’s the night huh?, Bradley leers at Alison. ‘I don’t think I can do this,’ she says worriedly, still standing. Baby, come here, he says, motioning for her to sit on the couch next to him. When she moves to sit down, he instead grabs her around the waist and pulls her onto his lap. She lets out a surprised gasp. ‘Baby, you know I love you right?’ he asks smoothly. She says ‘yeah’ quietly. And he’s not making her do anything she doesn’t want to do, right?, he says. It’s her choice, but she knows what’s going to happen if she doesn’t do it, he continues, raising his eyebrow. Her eyes go wide as she stares at him, frozen. ‘I don’t want that to happen, but if you don’t do what we agreed on, I WILL make sure it happens’, Bradley says icily. But don’t even worry, she’s going to love it, he adds. She nods, still extremely nervous but clearly acquiescing to his demands. He looks her up and down like she’s an object he’s appraising. ‘You look like a nice little slut,’ he says, his formerly kind tone completely replaced by one that is vaguely sinister. He kisses her hard. ‘Are you my little slut?’ he asks her. Yeah baby, she responds. ‘And you’re gonna eat her fucking pussy right, aren’t you?’ he asks, reaching around and grabbing her ass. ‘Yes baby,’ she says, gasping. ‘Fuck yeah you are…and I’m gonna watch you do it,’ he says. Just then, they hear a key being inserted into the lock. ‘And there she is now. She has no idea what we have planned for her tonight,’ he says, a sleazy grin plastering his face. The door opens and Connie (Sarah Vandella) walks in. Immediately, Bradley separates himself from Alison and his sleazy grin transforms into a polite and welcoming smile. Connie smiles and says hello. ‘Hi…Mom,’ Alison says.

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Cut to the dinner table, where the three have just finished eating dinner. ‘That was delicious, Connie,’ Bradley says. ‘Oh thank you Brad,’ Connie returns his grin. ‘It’s Bradley,’ he corrects her, the agreeable and positive image he projects faltering for a moment as an edge of anger creeps into his voice. Oh, she’s sorry, she forgot, Connie says, somewhat taken aback by the glimpse of what lies beneath Bradley’s surface. That’s ok!, Bradley says, flashing her a charming grin as he snaps back to his friendly appearance. Alison seems distracted, perhaps focused on the task that lays ahead of her. ‘And how’s the house? Everything good here?’, Bradley asks, waving his hand around the room. Connie tells him that it’s wonderful and thanks Bradley again for everything he’s done. It was so tough after the accident, with her husband gone…and of course she couldn’t work anymore…,Connie says sadly. Bradley nods, pretending to be sympathetic. So when Bradley came along, she was just so happy that Alison had someone, Connie continues. And then he arranged for his dad to help them with this place…Connie continues. ‘You’ve really been a godsend,’ Connie says to Bradley, smiling warmly at him. Oh it’s really nothing, Bradley says with false modesty. ‘It’s not nothing. There’s no way we’d be able to afford this place if your dad didn’t own it and hadn’t given us a discount on the rent,’ Connie says appreciatively.

‘It’s no problem at all,’ he says, with a faux sweet smile. ‘Anything for my girl,’ he adds, kissing Alison on the cheek but then leaning in close to her ear and whispering ‘Do it now.’ Alison looks at Bradley pleadingly. Connie begins to clear her plate, putting her napkin and cutlery on it, so is too distracted to see the exchange between Connie and Bradley. Bradley, through gritted teeth, motions her to get on with it. Alison takes a deep breath. ‘Mom…there’s something I wanted to talk to you about…something…private,’ Alison says hesitantly. Sure, what’s going on honey?, Connie asks brightly. Well…, Alison clears her throat, trailing off. Bradley, playing his part, steps in. Why don’t they go to Connie’s bedroom, where they can speak privately and he can wash the dishes while they talk?, Bradley suggests. That’s so nice, thank you Bradley, Connie says. Connie and Alison get up and leave the room. Bradley pretends to shuffle the dishes around, watching Alison and Connie as they leave. He listens for a moment, and once he’s satisfied that they’re in Connie’s bedroom, he leaves the kitchen. Cut to an over-the-shoulder shot of Bradley as he quietly creeps down the hall, arriving at the open door of Connie’s bedroom.

We see Alison and Connie talking as he watches. They are sitting on Connie’s bed together. So what is it honey?, Connie asks. Alison is frozen in nervousness. ‘I’ve been having these…thoughts lately Mom,’ Alison says, looking up at her mom. What kind of thoughts?, asks Connie. ‘Thoughts about…you,’ Alison says slowly. ‘Thoughts about me? What does that mean exactly?’ Connie asks, a little wary. ‘I’ve just started to…look at you differently. I mean, you’re so…beautiful,’ Alison says. ‘I just….I think I love you,’ Alison says. ‘I love you too honey. Even though I’m not your biological mom, you don’t ever need to doubt that,’ Connie says tenderly. ‘No no I mean…I’m IN love with you,’ Alison says. Here we go, Bradley whispers to himself, fondling his crotch in anticipation, seal the deal baby.

‘Oh my god,’ Connie says softly, her mouth wide in shock. ‘I know I’m your stepmom Alison, but for all intents and purposes, I’m still your MOM, and there are boundaries that mothers and daughters don’t cross,’ Connie says patiently and firmly. ‘You do understand that, don’t you honey?’ Connie asks. ‘I know Mom, I’m not a kid. I’m 18-years-old, I get how these things work, but I just…I can’t deny how I feel. I had to tell you: I want to be with you,’ Alison says, putting her hand on Connie’s knee. Oh no, no Connie laments, they can’t do this, it’s completely inappropriate. Connie softly removes Alison’s hand from her leg. ‘I know how lonely you’ve been since my dad died,’ Alison says, sliding her hand under Connie’s skirt between her legs. Connie removes Alison’s hand from under her skirt. ‘Alison, stop this right now! What’s gotten into you?! Your boyfriend is right downstairs!’ Connie says fiercely. ‘I don’t care,’ Alison whispers desperately and again slips her hand between her mom’s legs. Despite her misgivings, Connie is clearly thirsting for human touch and doesn’t resist this time. She gasps as Alison rubs her pussy while she kisses Connie’s neck. However, she seems just about to come to her senses and push Alison away when seeing this, Bradley chooses this moment to make his entrance, pretending that he just stumbled upon the scene by accident. ‘Just wanted to—oh my god!,’ he exclaims.

Connie snaps her eyes open, abruptly moving away from her daughter. Connie looks horrified. Alison doesn’t look surprised to see Bradley since this was all part of the plan. Connie exhales loudly, smoothing out her skirt. ‘Bradley this isn’t—‘ she stammers. ‘Oh please. I know exactly what this is,’ he says with a smarmy tone and plops down into the chair that faces the bed. ‘Carry on,’ he says with a dismissive wave of his hand. ‘C-carry on?! Nothing was happening, I swear to you Bradley, we were just talking and then suddenly…,’ Connie says frantically. Bradley insists that he knows what he saw. Connie and Alison are going to get back to what they were doing when he came in, Bradley says. ‘And I’m going to sit right here. And I’m going to watch,’ Bradley says. ‘Just like we talked about, right baby?’ he asks Alison. Alison doesn’t answer, instead looking down at her lap, deeply ashamed. Connie looks at her daughter. ‘You…knew about this?! So all that talk about being in love with me,…that was all to get me to do this with you…for HIM?!’ she asks Alison. Alison looks up from her lap to her mom. ‘Please Mom I–,’ Alison begins, but Bradley cuts her off. Fucking right she knew about it, he wanted them to put on a little show, so he told Alison that she needed to make it happen, Bradley says. ‘And Alison does what I say. Because she knows exactly what the consequences will be if she doesn’t,’ Bradley says threateningly. ‘You’re disgusting, get the fuck out of my house!’ Connie yells at Bradley angrily.

Well, he guesses he’ll have to tell her about those consequences then, Bradley says. ‘You see, that’s just it. This ISN’T your house,’ Bradley says calmly. Connie’s brow furrows as she contemplates the implications of his question. ‘That’s right, it’s not, it’s my father’s property,’ Bradley continues. And his father loves him very much, so if Bradley asks him to, he’ll evict Connie and Alison so fast that it’ll make their fucking heads spin, Bradley says. ‘So I suggest…that you both…Take. Off. Your. Fucking. Clothes,’ Bradley says menacingly. There is a long silence. ‘You seemed so…nice,’ Connie says, almost to herself as she shakes her head in disbelief. He is nice, he just gets…bored sometimes, Bradley says absently. ‘You’re doing this because you’re BORED?! How can you be so cruel?’ Connie asks softly, horrified. Who knows really?, Bradley asks rhetorically. Maybe it’s because he’s rich and entitled?, or because he likes being in control?, or because his mommy left him when he was a little baby?, Bradley asks gleefully, mock crying as he mentions his mommy. Or maybe it’s just because…why the fuck not? laughs Bradley sadistically. ‘So you have a choice: Are you going to hit the sheets or hit the streets?’ Bradley asks. ‘Hit the streets or hit the sheets? That’s pretty good huh? I came up with it while I was driving over here!’ Bradley laughs. So what’s it gonna be?, he asks, his laughter stopping abruptly. Connie looks at Bradley with pure rage and terror. Realizing that she only really has one option, she turns to Alison. She puts her hand on her daughter’s knee and leans in reluctantly for a kiss. ‘No, stop. I need to hear you say it, otherwise, it’s no fun. Is this what you want?’ Bradley asks. Yes, Connie says quietly through gritted teeth. Yes baby, Alison says numbly. ‘Good choice,’ Bradley says. ‘Now, Connie? Fuck your fucking slut daughter please,’ Bradley says evenly. Flashing Bradley a look of hatred, Connie turns to her daughter. They begin to kiss and Alison slides down between her mom’s legs, slipping her panties off. Alison licks Connie’s clit hungrily as her mom gasps, unable to conceal her pleasure while Bradley watches.

But they’ll find out soon enough that Bradley wants to do a lot more than just watch, and Bradley ALWAYS gets what he wants…

Eyes In The Sky – Adriana Chechik & Ryan McLane & Seth Gamble & Kristen Scott


EYES IN THE SKY
COUPLE TAKEN BY ALIENS AND MADE TO STAR IN LIVE SEX SHOWS

SCENE OPENS on an empty suitcase sitting in the middle of a woman’s bed. While the radio plays in the background, items get tossed in as Alex (Adriana Chechik), a 21-year-old college student, hurriedly packs for the weekend. It’s her anniversary with Derek (Seth Gamble), her boyfriend of several years. He’s booked a cottage up north and she couldn’t be more excited to get away from school and her roommates for some quality time alone.

She wipes the frame, packing and repacking items including clothes, underwear, hiking boots, a book of erotica and box of condoms, and an anniversary card she made for him. She wants it to be a special weekend. As she frets over the final items, the camera pulls out to reveal her fully for the first time. A car honks in the driveway and Alex’s roommate calls out — ‘Derek’s here!’ She zips up her bag and, with a big smile on her face, turns off the radio, exits her room and rushes to the front door. Derek is waiting outside, by his car, and the camera lingers as she runs out, gives him a big hug, and gets inside.

A birds-eye shot of Derek’s car driving down a tree-lined road, occasionally passing other vehicles. After a few moments of ambiance, an overlay of Alex’s voice cuts in. She is playing a trivia game and Derek is trying to guess the correct answers.

CUT TO a closer birds-eye shot of Derek’s car isolated on the road, as the sounds of the couple playing and laughing over their game are heard. Finally, Derek loses and tells his girlfriend jokingly to turn the app off.

CUT TO inside the car. Alex closes her phone and looks out the window at the trees passing. The sun is starting to set behind them and she smiles at the beauty of it all.

CUT TO a front-mounted car shot. Derek notices his girlfriend’s gaze and starts to talk up the cottage he rented. It’s rustic but right by a lake and near many hiking trails. He just knows she’s going to love it. Best of all, there is a hot tub on the deck! Alex turns back to him and squeezes his hand. ‘I love you,’ she says affectionately. ‘I love you back,’ Derek says leaning in to give her a kiss. They keep driving for a few moments in silence, as the camera cuts between angles. Alex thinks about what she packed — the book of erotica she plans to ask Derek to read to her, the lingerie she purchased for tonight. She bites her lip in anticipation and sneaks a glance at her boyfriend’s lap while he drives. Maybe she should start their celebration a little early?

‘Hey, pull over for a moment,’ she coos in his ear. ‘Why? I want to get there before dark and we’re still over an hour away,’ he replies, not getting the hint. Alex grabs his crotch. ‘Not even for a little road head?’ She whispers flirtatiously. Derek looks down at her hand before a smile crosses his face. He shakes his head and pulls the car to the side of the road.

CUT TO a profile shot of the parked car in front of the woods. Inside, Alex is unbuckling Derek’s pants while he leans his head back. This weekend is starting off perfectly, he thinks to himself as he braces for her mouth. But something suddenly catches his eye. A red glowing light in the trees just past their car. He stops his girlfriend and pulls her back up to her seat. ‘Do you see that?’ He says, pointing. Alex looks in the direction of his finger at the ominous crimson glow. It’s almost pulsating. ‘What the hell is that?’ She asks quietly.

Derek zips himself up quickly and gets out of the car. Alex rushes out beside him. ‘What are you doing?’ She asks nervously. He hushes her. ‘What if its an ambulance or something? Maybe someone’s hurt. Just stay there. I’ll be right back.’ The boyfriend disappears into the woods, leaving Alex alone on the roadside. The sun has fallen behind the trees and it is getting dark. Crickets chirp loudly, and she shivers, not knowing whether to get back inside or not. She calls out a few times but no reply.

Finally, Derek yells: ‘Babe, come here … you’ve got to see this!’ A dolly zoom emphasizes Alex’s reaction as she sees her boyfriend step out with something very unusual dripping in his hands. They are covered in red slime and he is holding what look like large fish eggs. Alex carefully walks over to examine them. As she leans in, the eggs pop and fizzle like something frying. The smell is horrible. ‘Gross! What are those?’ She asks Derek. ‘And why did you get them all over your hands — what if they’re toxic?’ Derek’s eye gleam, his adrenaline pumping, as he tells her that he found a whole nest of them. They are cooking or something, maybe incubating, under a light that’s coming from the sky! They must be on classified land – like you read about online. Government tests. She has to see it. He grabs her hand and pulls her into the trees.

CUT TO a pile of eggs, oozing in slime and membranes, underneath a red spotlight. Derek crouches down beside them and starts poking at them with a stick. Each time the stick strikes one, it makes a buzzing noise, almost like an electrode. Alex is extremely nervous. ‘Stop that,’ she whispers. ‘You don’t know what you’re doing!’ Derek tells her to relax. He’s held one. They are clearly harmless. And they seem to be multiplying. ‘What?’ Alex mouths in fear. Alex points the stick to the middle of the pile, where a cluster of smaller eggs are growing. They are grouped close together and making a lot of static noise. From a low angle, Alex and Derek lean over the cluster as the static amplifies. ‘Derek …’ Alex says slowly as the noise increases. ‘They’re moving.’ Derek nods slowly. The static reaches a deafening pitch as the couple instinctively cover their ears and the red glow turns into a bright white light. Alex looks up just as the light blinds her and a shower of red eggs fall on them. Fade to white.

CUT TO a black chamber, illuminated only in the center by a small white spotlight. Alex and Derek lay like slugs, their bodies wrapped tightly in plastic-like cocoons. Only their unconscious faces are visible. The room creaks and echoes, as the distant sounds of inaudible conversation and movement are heard. It sounds like a crowd is gathering.

Alex slowly stirs, her eyes going wide in horror as she realizes her confinement. She gasps out Derek’s name, barely making a sound, as he too regains consciousness. Their breaths quicken as they struggle to free themselves … but they can’t. Suddenly, the light goes out and the room goes black. There is a moment of silent panic before a loud cranking is heard and the ceiling starts to open up, letting colorful flashes of light pour in to illuminate the chamber.

On either corner of the small vapid space, two other humans (Kristen Scott, Ryan McLane) lay curled up and motionless in fetal positions. They are naked and covered in slime. The couple stare up into the lights, horrified, as the distant sounds grow closer. Pops, whizzes, screeches, hisses, and unrecognizable voices fill the room from the ceiling. The voices sound excited and boisterous but are not in any language that Derek and Alex can recognize. Soon, an even louder alien voice comes over a speaker and the crowd fall silent. In a bone-chilling tongue, it begins to speak and, as it talks in pops and clicks, the crowd erupts into more hisses, banging, and cheers. The lights beam down on the couple as they wriggle.

The two humans in the corner suddenly stand up, as if instructed by the speaker. They crawl towards each other and over top of the couple. Without saying anything, they begin to have sex. Their bodies slap together, and they moan while the faceless crowd cheers on from above. Alex and Derek try to say something, but nothing comes out of their mouths. The man pounds the woman until she is just about to orgasm and the crowd hushes itself to listen. She lets out a large moan before falling back on top of the couple. The crowd erupts triumphantly, and the lights roll up as the ceiling closes again with a crank, leaving only a small spotlight left in the darkness.

Alex and Derek start to writhe frantically but are surprised when the other couple quickly hush them. They have snapped out of whatever state they were in and appear normal. ‘Be quiet, we don’t know how long we have,’ the man says, his hand clasped over Alex’s mouth. His partner gets up and starts chewing at the side of Derek’s cocoon to release him, while the man pats Alex’s head sympathetically. ‘It only takes a few minutes to get you out,’ he reassures her.

Soon, Derek is loose, and the trio help to get Alex out of her casing. When they are both free, the couple embrace and hold each other tightly, while Derek demands to know what is going on from the others. The man steps forward and explains that they don’t know how long they’ve been here, but they know they’re being watched. ‘We’re like some kind of fucked up puppets to them,’ the woman chimes in bitterly. ‘And they all love a good show!’ Alex shakes her head in confusion. ‘Why were you having sex?’ She asks meekly. The woman stares at her coldly. ‘We do whatever that voice tells us to do, that’s how we’ve lasted’ the man replies. ‘Well, what the fuck is it saying?’ Derek cuts in, his voice raising.

A loud crank deafens the room and the ceiling opens again, letting the flashing lights and sounds of cheering back in. Alex stares up, squinting to see. ‘What do you want from us?’ She screams. The voice on the speaker chimes in, saying something inaudible. All of a sudden, Alex stops. She nods and, turning to her boyfriend, says ‘yes’ before dropping to her knees to begin blowing the other man. Derek goes to break them up, furious, when the other woman latches onto his cock as well and starts sucking. The men both begin to moan, as the woman suck harder and harder. The voice on the speaker speaks again, its voice raising and almost angry, as the crowds begin to whisper amongst themselves. They don’t seem pleased. The men moan loader and Derek is just about to cum when suddenly, the lights are cut.

The two couples fall back down to the floor, breathing heavily. Alex’s mind is racing. She knew what she was doing. She agreed to what she was doing. But it felt as if something was inside of her the whole time motivating her actions. She starts trying to piece it all together. Was it a terrorist attack? Are they now being held at some kind of prison camp? Derek jumps in with his own theory. Maybe they’re having an allergic reaction to the stuff that he found, and this is all just a dream or hallucination.

The other couple shake their heads. ‘They’re not human,’ the woman says. ‘We think it’s like an alien game show … or a boxing match,’ the man adds. Derek threatens to deck him for stepping in on his girl. ‘Hit me all you like,’ he snarls. ‘It won’t do anyone any good. They hate us guys anyway … we’re the first to die.’ The woman breaks them up and urges them to be quiet. They need each other to survive. They have to try to get out of here.

Alex asks her to explain what they meant by a game show. ‘The lights come on and it’s like a curtain is lifted so the spectacle can begin,’ She says. ‘We don’t know how many are up there but it’s like a fucking stadium!’ The man adds that it seems as if they are placing bets on who will cum first. And they always want the women to win. If a guy cums, the host comes and takes him away. ‘The host?’ Derek asks. ‘The one on the loudspeaker,’ the woman replies.

Alex, meanwhile, has been quietly listening and pacing. ‘How many other people have you seen here?’ She asks. The couple look at each other in desperation. ’18 to 20 … but we’re the only ones who’ve survived,’ the man replies. ‘And they only ever come down here if a guy, you know, finishes first?’ She asks. They nod. ‘What do they look like?’ Derek whispers. The man turns to him. ‘Like the devil!’ He says, terrified. Alex bites her lip before turning to the group and saying, ‘Have you ever tried to trick them?’

CUT TO a loud crank. The ceiling opens again, letting the flashing lights and sounds of cheering back in. The voice on the speaker chimes in and the crowd erupts in excitement. Alex finds herself spinning around to drop to all fours, ass up in the air, her hands spreading her cheeks frantically to expose her pussy. Derek drops to his knees to enter her while the woman crawls underneath him to lick her pussy as well. The other man puts his dick in Alex’s mouth, which she begins to suck furiously. She finds herself getting crazier and crazier, moaning loudly to the excitement of the crowds. This is exactly what they want, she thinks to herself. So, she makes herself even louder, grabbing the man’s shaft and working it with both her hands and her mouth. It cannot go deeper down her throat. She mouths at Derek to pound her, fuck her harder. He does obediently, his eyes transfixed by what is happening before him. This seems to be revving up the crowd to an uncontrollable pitch.

Suddenly, just as she is about to cum, Alex screams ‘NOW!’ at the top of her lungs.

Future Darkly: Eyes In The Sky – Adriana Chechik & Ryan McLane & Seth Gamble & Kristen Scott


EYES IN THE SKY
COUPLE TAKEN BY ALIENS AND MADE TO STAR IN LIVE SEX SHOWS

SCENE OPENS on an empty suitcase sitting in the middle of a woman’s bed. While the radio plays in the background, items get tossed in as Alex (Adriana Chechik), a 21-year-old college student, hurriedly packs for the weekend. It’s her anniversary with Derek (Seth Gamble), her boyfriend of several years. He’s booked a cottage up north and she couldn’t be more excited to get away from school and her roommates for some quality time alone.

She wipes the frame, packing and repacking items including clothes, underwear, hiking boots, a book of erotica and box of condoms, and an anniversary card she made for him. She wants it to be a special weekend. As she frets over the final items, the camera pulls out to reveal her fully for the first time. A car honks in the driveway and Alex’s roommate calls out — ‘Derek’s here!’ She zips up her bag and, with a big smile on her face, turns off the radio, exits her room and rushes to the front door. Derek is waiting outside, by his car, and the camera lingers as she runs out, gives him a big hug, and gets inside.

A birds-eye shot of Derek’s car driving down a tree-lined road, occasionally passing other vehicles. After a few moments of ambiance, an overlay of Alex’s voice cuts in. She is playing a trivia game and Derek is trying to guess the correct answers.

CUT TO a closer birds-eye shot of Derek’s car isolated on the road, as the sounds of the couple playing and laughing over their game are heard. Finally, Derek loses and tells his girlfriend jokingly to turn the app off.

CUT TO inside the car. Alex closes her phone and looks out the window at the trees passing. The sun is starting to set behind them and she smiles at the beauty of it all.

CUT TO a front-mounted car shot. Derek notices his girlfriend’s gaze and starts to talk up the cottage he rented. It’s rustic but right by a lake and near many hiking trails. He just knows she’s going to love it. Best of all, there is a hot tub on the deck! Alex turns back to him and squeezes his hand. ‘I love you,’ she says affectionately. ‘I love you back,’ Derek says leaning in to give her a kiss. They keep driving for a few moments in silence, as the camera cuts between angles. Alex thinks about what she packed — the book of erotica she plans to ask Derek to read to her, the lingerie she purchased for tonight. She bites her lip in anticipation and sneaks a glance at her boyfriend’s lap while he drives. Maybe she should start their celebration a little early?

‘Hey, pull over for a moment,’ she coos in his ear. ‘Why? I want to get there before dark and we’re still over an hour away,’ he replies, not getting the hint. Alex grabs his crotch. ‘Not even for a little road head?’ She whispers flirtatiously. Derek looks down at her hand before a smile crosses his face. He shakes his head and pulls the car to the side of the road.

CUT TO a profile shot of the parked car in front of the woods. Inside, Alex is unbuckling Derek’s pants while he leans his head back. This weekend is starting off perfectly, he thinks to himself as he braces for her mouth. But something suddenly catches his eye. A red glowing light in the trees just past their car. He stops his girlfriend and pulls her back up to her seat. ‘Do you see that?’ He says, pointing. Alex looks in the direction of his finger at the ominous crimson glow. It’s almost pulsating. ‘What the hell is that?’ She asks quietly.

Derek zips himself up quickly and gets out of the car. Alex rushes out beside him. ‘What are you doing?’ She asks nervously. He hushes her. ‘What if its an ambulance or something? Maybe someone’s hurt. Just stay there. I’ll be right back.’ The boyfriend disappears into the woods, leaving Alex alone on the roadside. The sun has fallen behind the trees and it is getting dark. Crickets chirp loudly, and she shivers, not knowing whether to get back inside or not. She calls out a few times but no reply.

Finally, Derek yells: ‘Babe, come here … you’ve got to see this!’ A dolly zoom emphasizes Alex’s reaction as she sees her boyfriend step out with something very unusual dripping in his hands. They are covered in red slime and he is holding what look like large fish eggs. Alex carefully walks over to examine them. As she leans in, the eggs pop and fizzle like something frying. The smell is horrible. ‘Gross! What are those?’ She asks Derek. ‘And why did you get them all over your hands — what if they’re toxic?’ Derek’s eye gleam, his adrenaline pumping, as he tells her that he found a whole nest of them. They are cooking or something, maybe incubating, under a light that’s coming from the sky! They must be on classified land – like you read about online. Government tests. She has to see it. He grabs her hand and pulls her into the trees.

CUT TO a pile of eggs, oozing in slime and membranes, underneath a red spotlight. Derek crouches down beside them and starts poking at them with a stick. Each time the stick strikes one, it makes a buzzing noise, almost like an electrode. Alex is extremely nervous. ‘Stop that,’ she whispers. ‘You don’t know what you’re doing!’ Derek tells her to relax. He’s held one. They are clearly harmless. And they seem to be multiplying. ‘What?’ Alex mouths in fear. Alex points the stick to the middle of the pile, where a cluster of smaller eggs are growing. They are grouped close together and making a lot of static noise. From a low angle, Alex and Derek lean over the cluster as the static amplifies. ‘Derek …’ Alex says slowly as the noise increases. ‘They’re moving.’ Derek nods slowly. The static reaches a deafening pitch as the couple instinctively cover their ears and the red glow turns into a bright white light. Alex looks up just as the light blinds her and a shower of red eggs fall on them. Fade to white.

CUT TO a black chamber, illuminated only in the center by a small white spotlight. Alex and Derek lay like slugs, their bodies wrapped tightly in plastic-like cocoons. Only their unconscious faces are visible. The room creaks and echoes, as the distant sounds of inaudible conversation and movement are heard. It sounds like a crowd is gathering.

Alex slowly stirs, her eyes going wide in horror as she realizes her confinement. She gasps out Derek’s name, barely making a sound, as he too regains consciousness. Their breaths quicken as they struggle to free themselves … but they can’t. Suddenly, the light goes out and the room goes black. There is a moment of silent panic before a loud cranking is heard and the ceiling starts to open up, letting colorful flashes of light pour in to illuminate the chamber.

On either corner of the small vapid space, two other humans (Kristen Scott, Ryan McLane) lay curled up and motionless in fetal positions. They are naked and covered in slime. The couple stare up into the lights, horrified, as the distant sounds grow closer. Pops, whizzes, screeches, hisses, and unrecognizable voices fill the room from the ceiling. The voices sound excited and boisterous but are not in any language that Derek and Alex can recognize. Soon, an even louder alien voice comes over a speaker and the crowd fall silent. In a bone-chilling tongue, it begins to speak and, as it talks in pops and clicks, the crowd erupts into more hisses, banging, and cheers. The lights beam down on the couple as they wriggle.

The two humans in the corner suddenly stand up, as if instructed by the speaker. They crawl towards each other and over top of the couple. Without saying anything, they begin to have sex. Their bodies slap together, and they moan while the faceless crowd cheers on from above. Alex and Derek try to say something, but nothing comes out of their mouths. The man pounds the woman until she is just about to orgasm and the crowd hushes itself to listen. She lets out a large moan before falling back on top of the couple. The crowd erupts triumphantly, and the lights roll up as the ceiling closes again with a crank, leaving only a small spotlight left in the darkness.

Alex and Derek start to writhe frantically but are surprised when the other couple quickly hush them. They have snapped out of whatever state they were in and appear normal. ‘Be quiet, we don’t know how long we have,’ the man says, his hand clasped over Alex’s mouth. His partner gets up and starts chewing at the side of Derek’s cocoon to release him, while the man pats Alex’s head sympathetically. ‘It only takes a few minutes to get you out,’ he reassures her.

Soon, Derek is loose, and the trio help to get Alex out of her casing. When they are both free, the couple embrace and hold each other tightly, while Derek demands to know what is going on from the others. The man steps forward and explains that they don’t know how long they’ve been here, but they know they’re being watched. ‘We’re like some kind of fucked up puppets to them,’ the woman chimes in bitterly. ‘And they all love a good show!’ Alex shakes her head in confusion. ‘Why were you having sex?’ She asks meekly. The woman stares at her coldly. ‘We do whatever that voice tells us to do, that’s how we’ve lasted’ the man replies. ‘Well, what the fuck is it saying?’ Derek cuts in, his voice raising.

A loud crank deafens the room and the ceiling opens again, letting the flashing lights and sounds of cheering back in. Alex stares up, squinting to see. ‘What do you want from us?’ She screams. The voice on the speaker chimes in, saying something inaudible. All of a sudden, Alex stops. She nods and, turning to her boyfriend, says ‘yes’ before dropping to her knees to begin blowing the other man. Derek goes to break them up, furious, when the other woman latches onto his cock as well and starts sucking. The men both begin to moan, as the woman suck harder and harder. The voice on the speaker speaks again, its voice raising and almost angry, as the crowds begin to whisper amongst themselves. They don’t seem pleased. The men moan loader and Derek is just about to cum when suddenly, the lights are cut.

The two couples fall back down to the floor, breathing heavily. Alex’s mind is racing. She knew what she was doing. She agreed to what she was doing. But it felt as if something was inside of her the whole time motivating her actions. She starts trying to piece it all together. Was it a terrorist attack? Are they now being held at some kind of prison camp? Derek jumps in with his own theory. Maybe they’re having an allergic reaction to the stuff that he found, and this is all just a dream or hallucination.

The other couple shake their heads. ‘They’re not human,’ the woman says. ‘We think it’s like an alien game show … or a boxing match,’ the man adds. Derek threatens to deck him for stepping in on his girl. ‘Hit me all you like,’ he snarls. ‘It won’t do anyone any good. They hate us guys anyway … we’re the first to die.’ The woman breaks them up and urges them to be quiet. They need each other to survive. They have to try to get out of here.

Alex asks her to explain what they meant by a game show. ‘The lights come on and it’s like a curtain is lifted so the spectacle can begin,’ She says. ‘We don’t know how many are up there but it’s like a fucking stadium!’ The man adds that it seems as if they are placing bets on who will cum first. And they always want the women to win. If a guy cums, the host comes and takes him away. ‘The host?’ Derek asks. ‘The one on the loudspeaker,’ the woman replies.

Alex, meanwhile, has been quietly listening and pacing. ‘How many other people have you seen here?’ She asks. The couple look at each other in desperation. ’18 to 20 … but we’re the only ones who’ve survived,’ the man replies. ‘And they only ever come down here if a guy, you know, finishes first?’ She asks. They nod. ‘What do they look like?’ Derek whispers. The man turns to him. ‘Like the devil!’ He says, terrified. Alex bites her lip before turning to the group and saying, ‘Have you ever tried to trick them?’

CUT TO a loud crank. The ceiling opens again, letting the flashing lights and sounds of cheering back in. The voice on the speaker chimes in and the crowd erupts in excitement. Alex finds herself spinning around to drop to all fours, ass up in the air, her hands spreading her cheeks frantically to expose her pussy. Derek drops to his knees to enter her while the woman crawls underneath him to lick her pussy as well. The other man puts his dick in Alex’s mouth, which she begins to suck furiously. She finds herself getting crazier and crazier, moaning loudly to the excitement of the crowds. This is exactly what they want, she thinks to herself. So, she makes herself even louder, grabbing the man’s shaft and working it with both her hands and her mouth. It cannot go deeper down her throat. She mouths at Derek to pound her, fuck her harder. He does obediently, his eyes transfixed by what is happening before him. This seems to be revving up the crowd to an uncontrollable pitch.

Suddenly, just as she is about to cum, Alex screams ‘NOW!’ at the top of her lungs.

It’s Not You – Robby Echo & Aidra Fox


IT’S NOT YOU
CLOSETED LESBIAN COAXED INTO STRAIGHT SEX WITH BOYFRIEND

SCENE OPENS on a teen woman Sheena (Aidra Fox) standing in her bedroom. ‘Billy, I have something to tell you…’ she says to an unseen recipient, clearly struggling with the words. ‘I’m a lesbian.’ She waits with a pause, but there’s no response – after a couple of seconds, the camera cuts wider to reveal that she’s in fact practicing in front of a mirror. She sighs in exasperation, and mutters to herself that it’s too blunt. ‘Billy,’ she tries again in a slightly different tone, ‘you know that I love you, right? But… I can’t, like, LOVE love you. Because… I love women. UGH!’ She continues to get more and more frustrated as she practices coming out in different ways in front of the mirror, none of them sounding right to her. Eventually she gets so upset that she hits the side of her fist against the wall with a large smack. She swears to herself as she shakes off the pain and paces around the room. She shoots a look over to her cell phone, which is laying conspicuously in the middle of her perfectly made bed, dead center. It seems to stare at her, and she stares back in hesitation for several seconds. Finally, with a burst of nervous energy she picks up the phone and dials a number.

As the phone rings, Sheena bites her thumb and shakes her legs restlessly. On the third ring, her boyfriend Billy (Robby Echo) picks up. ‘Hey babe,’ we hear his voice say casually on the other end of the line. ‘Hey bab- hey Billy,’ Sheena replies, obviously uncomfortable with using their usual terms of endearment towards him. He asks her what’s up, and she starts off with a variation of the speech she was practicing in the mirror. She asks him that he knows she loves him, right? He says yeah, of course, he loves her too. She says well, she has something to tell him. She goes on to say that she’s figured some stuff out about herself, important stuff… she stops herself mid-sentence, and asks to start over. She tells her he’s very special to him, and she has some news to tell him. He replies with worry that she sounds serious – is it something bad? Thrown off by the question, she stutters that it’s not bad, just… different.

Billy laughs nervously, ‘Babe, you’re not making much sense.’ The conversation is silent on both ends, as Billy waits for a reply and Sheena takes a deep breath in, desperate for air, and puts her hand to her head frustrated with herself. After a moment, Billy asks if she’s there. ‘Yeah, I’m still here, sorry…’ Sheena says in apology. She suggests maybe they can get together – this might be something better to talk about in person. Billy says sure, she can come to his place – his parents are up at the cottage all weekend so they’ll have the place to themselves. That’s good, Sheena says with relief, it’s probably better that they’re alone actually. They finalize plans for her to come over, and then say their goodbyes. ‘Love you, babe,’ Billy says on the other line. Sheena pauses, almost hanging up, but stops herself and puts her phone back to her ear. ‘You too,’ she says softly. She hangs up, and then tosses her phone to the side of the bed in dismay. She pulls a pillow from the head of her bed and pulls it towards her for comfort, curling up with it and stifling the urge to cry.

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Sheena is on the front porch of a house as the door opens and her boyfriend Billy opens the door. He moves in to kiss her but she deflects, scooping him into a hug instead. He’s none the wiser, and hugs her back warmly before offering for her to come inside. As he leads her to his kitchen, he tells her that he was hoping she would call. He knows she’s been really busy the past few weeks and they haven’t had as much time to spend together, he’s been trying not to be needy about it… but with his parents gone all weekend he was going to have a lot of time alone on his hands, so he’s glad she reached out so they get a chance to be together for a bit.

They get settled in in the kitchen. Billy asks her if she wants a snack, and Sheena says no, she’s fine thanks. Is she thirsty? he asks as a follow-up. A bit annoyed, she shakes her head and says no, then realizes she was being snappy and in a nicer tone she says she just wants HIM for a second.

Sheena starts a new speech, this time in a bit of a roundabout way. She explains that Billy’s not just her boyfriend, he’s her best friend. He says that she’s his best friend too. She confesses that there’s something that’s been on her mind for a while… a new part of herself, and it took her a little while to understand what she was feeling, but now that she does, she wanted to share that part of herself with Billy before anybody else. Billy stops her – she doesn’t need to say anything else. He’s felt it too. Sheena looks surprised – he has? Billy nods reassuringly, and says that he didn’t want to pressure her into saying or doing anything she wasn’t ready for, but if she wants to, then he’s ready too. They hold hands as Billy leads her to his bedroom, where they sit on the edge of the bed.

Sheena exhales with relief and a smile of disbelief. She’s ready, she says. She closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath. Unbeknownst to her, Billy takes this as a sign to lean in and kiss her on the lips. Just as his lips are about to reach hers she opens her eyes to declare ‘I’m gay.’ She sees him inches away from her face.

Both recoil, upset at the confusion. Sheena asks what Billy was doing. Hurt and confused, he said he was about to kiss her. What does she mean, she’s gay?! Sheena ignores his question, and asks why he was about to kiss her?! Billy pulls his hands away from hers and gets defensive, saying that he thought she was telling him she was ready to have sex. This upsets Sheena, and the two of them argue over his confusion towards what she said about ‘sharing a new part of herself’ – he thought she meant she had finally gotten over her hang-ups about having sex before marriage and was ready to be with him.

Welling up into tears, Sheena explains that she was trying to come out to him. She’s felt so alone, she had nobody to tell and he’s her best friend but he’s also her boyfriend and she knew it would break his heart. Feeling betrayed, he asks how long she’s known about this and didn’t tell him. She tells him she’s only felt certain about it for a few weeks, but in the back of her mind she’s known something felt off since even before she was 18 and they started dating. Billy asks if that’s why she’s been avoiding him for the past few weeks, saying she’s always busy when he wants to spend time with her. Sheena doesn’t answer directly, but replies as she wipes back tears that she was looking for a way to tell him that wouldn’t hurt his feelings. Billy tells her he was saving himself for her, because he loves her so much and because she said she wanted to wait until marriage. But that was a lie, wasn’t it, she just didn’t want to have sex with him. Sheena pleads with him – ‘It’s not you, Billy, it has nothing to do with you! You’re the sweetest guy I ever met!’ Billy doesn’t meet her eyes, and Sheena continues, explaining that she tried for so long to convince myself she could be happy – THEY could be happy – together. But she was just fooling herself.

Billy looks up at her pleadingly. ‘But… I love you,’ he says. Sheena looks away. ‘But I don’t love you, Billy,’ she explains, ‘at least not in that way.’ Billy looks stung, and replies more urgently – how does she even know that, though? It’s not like she’s ever tried?! Sheena insists that she just knows, she doesn’t know how she knows but she knows. Billy starts to bargain in desperation, maybe if she tries it she’ll actually find out she really likes it. Sheena mutters that she doesn’t think it works that way. But she doesn’t KNOW, Billy insists. Right? Isn’t it worth a shot? Shouldn’t she at least try it once before making up her mind, before she throws away everything they have together?

Sheena says nothing until Billy asks what Sheena’s father will think. She’s confused and asks him why does that matter? And how would he even find out? They lock eyes and Sheena realizes that Billy is not as sweet and caring as she thought he was. In order to stop him from telling her father, she will have to give in and give herself to him. But at the same time, maybe somehow she can prove to him through the ultimate betrayal of her own body that she’s gay once and for all.

Not Who She Seems – Natasha Nice & Mickey Mod


NOT WHO SHE SEEMS
COUCHSURFING THIEF GETS CAUGHT REDHANDED BY HOMEOWNER

SCENE OPENS to Marcy (Natasha Nice) walking up the steps of a home, a backpack slung over her shoulder. Dylan (Mickey Mod), a young man in a business suit, opens the door and greets Marcy. Marcy is warm and bubbly, and cute to boot, introducing herself to Dylan, asking if he’s the cool dude that’s hosting her. Dylan, a little flustered with this attractive and inviting young woman, cheerfully says that that’s him! He welcomes her inside, telling her that although they used a couchsurfing-slash-couch-crashing app, she doesn’t actually have to stay on the actual couch. He has a guest room that she can use.

Marcy is pleased for the guest room, and follows along as he leads her to it. However, when Dylan’s not looking, she shiftily looks around, as if making note of where everything is.

Once she’s shown to her room, Marcy giggles and hugs into Dylan, thanking him for letting her stay. It’s so hard on the Internet since nobody’s as they seem. Dylan’s a little bashful at the attention. After they pull away, he says he’ll leave her to get settled and that he’s in the kitchen if she wants anything. He then leaves her be. As he does, Marcy’s smile fades. She takes out her cellphone, and texts ‘I’m in!’ to someone, then grins.

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CUT TO Marcy joining Dylan in the kitchen, sneakily taking pictures of Dylan’s valuables along the way with her cellphone, including a fancy camera. She asks about the camera, saying that her boyfriend is a photographer. Dylan seems a little taken aback that Marcy has a boyfriend, though remains friendly. ‘He doesn’t mind you going off on adventures on your own?’ he asks. ‘Nah, I’m a big girl,’ she responds with a flirty grin.

As if fearing she might be saying too much, she turns her attention back onto Dylan, distracting him with small talk. Whenever he’s distracted, she continues taking pictures of expensive belongings that are left out in the open.

Dylan then realizes what time it is. ‘Shoot, I’m going to be late,’ he scolds himself, looking a little frantic. She playfully tells him to hurry up and get to work. He doesn’t need to entertain her. She has plans for the day, anyway. ‘Okay, if you’re sure, although I’m happy to. Oh, that reminds me!’ He grabs a spare set of house keys and gives it to her. ‘That way you’re not stuck here,’ he says with a laugh. She smiles and thanks him for the keys, then cheerfully sees him off.

As soon as Dylan’s gone, she checks her phone again and sees a text. The words praise her on what she’s taken pictures of so far and encourages her to check out the bedroom.

Marcy makes her way to the bedroom, then begins checking drawers and closets. She sees a briefcase and opens it, but there’s just some boring papers in there, so she closes it and continues on. Her eyes then fall on the bed and she hums with curiosity as she crouches down and peeks under. There’s a box there that catches her attention. ‘Jackpot!’ Her eyes light up and she reaches beneath the bed to try and reach it, placing her phone beside her on the floor. She has to stretch her arm far, her fingers almost close enough to grasp the box when a strong voice booms behind her, ‘What are you doing?!’

Marcy recoils and kneels up, shocked to see Dylan in the doorway. He looks just as shocked, even angry. She jumps to her feet and lies, greeting him and saying that she lost an earring and was just looking around the house. Even as she says this, she’s clearly nervous, stuttering a little. Dylan raises a brow and asks what the earring would even be doing in HIS room since she shouldn’t have been in there. His tone is much more different, and he is no longer a friendly, bashful young man.

Marcy is more nervous now, lying again and lamely saying that it could’ve rolled under his door… She’s still trying to act sweet and bubbly, although Dylan is not swayed. She attempts to steer them away from the conversation and asks what he’s doing back so soon? Dylan says that he forgot his briefcase in his rush to take care of Marcy. He gestures to the very briefcase that Marcy had looked through earlier. ‘Funny, I don’t remember it being open when I left,’ Dylan says in a cold, knowing voice.

Marcy tries to make more excuses, going on the defensive, though none of her arguments are convincing. In fact, they make her look even more suspicious. Dylan declares in a low, firm tone that there’s more to this than she’s telling him. What is she REALLY doing in his bedroom? She tries to bring up the earring again but is cut off by Dylan. ‘Don’t start lying to me again,’ he interrupts her.

Dylan then snags Marcy’s phone and looks at the screen. ‘LEO wants to know if you ‘found anything valuable in the bedroom,” he says mockingly. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re misreading that. It’s just my boyfriend checking that I made it here all right,’ Marcy says. ‘You were going to rob me, weren’t you, you and this Leo,’ Dylan states. While she still tries to defend herself, he starts calling the cops on her phone, saying, ‘We’ll just see what the cops have to say about this.’

‘Please don’t call the police. I can’t go to jail, I didn’t even do anything,’ Marcy begs, now approaching him in a desperate attempt to woo him over again. She falls to her knees and paws at him, saying that no one was hurt, and she didn’t even take anything. He can even look in her backpack to check for sure! She CAN’T go to jail. She’ll do ANYTHING if Dylan just lets it slide.

‘Anything?’ Dylan questions in a way that sends shivers down Marcy’s spine. She’s in too deep to back out now, especially with freedom just at her fingertips. ‘Anything,’ she breathes.

Marcy lets out a shuddery sigh of relief when he agrees and hangs up. She then asks what he wants her to do — cook, clean? Dylan looks her over and says that she’s a pretty woman, and smart, too, so she should be able to figure out what he wants from her in exchange for his silence. When Marcy realizes that he wants to fuck her, she is horrified — she has a boyfriend! She rants and raves about how ridiculous the request is, but Dylan is calm and collected the whole time. In the end, he says it’s her choice, though Marcy realizes that, with the options she’s been given, it’s hardly much of a choice at all.

And All Through The House – Derrick Pierce & Emily Willis


AND ALL THROUGH THE HOUSE
UNHINGED MALL SANTA GETS BACK AT EX-BOSS BY FUCKING DAUGHTER

Larry (Derrick Pierce) is being escorted down a hallway by security. He is wearing a Santa Claus outfit. He is nervous as he tries to make small talk with security, asking if they’ve finished their Christmas shopping yet, but he’s ignored.

There is not a smile to be seen on Mr. Willis’s face as the mall manager directs Larry to take a seat, gesturing to the chair across from the desk. Larry tries to start with small talk, spotting the framed picture of Mr. Willis’s teenage daughter, Carrie Ann (Emily Willis), on the desk. He smiles and asks Mr. Willis how the daughter’s doing? She just turned 18 a few weeks ago, right? Mr. Willis curtly responds with ‘Yeah, she’s 18, but I don’t see what that has to do with anything,’ and rotates the picture away from Larry, seemingly eager to end the conversation there.

Mr. Willis sternly tells Larry that he’s been called in for more pressing matters. There’s been a lot of complaints about his behaviour, particularly around female teenagers… Larry looks anxious as he watches Mr. Willis leisurely suck on a candy cane. He tells Mr. Willis that you can’t believe anything that teenagers say, really — they lie! He’s sure that some of them were even purposely trying to get a rise out of him! He’s been doing a GREAT job! The little ones love him — there’s no denying that. Their faces light up so much when he asks them what they want for Christmas…

Mr. Willis is not moved by Larry’s attempts to sway the manager. The manager firmly asserts that they can’t keep Larry as a mall Santa for any longer. It’s a family establishment and the mall is not going to risk a scandal for some replaceable loser.

Where’s Mr. Willis’s Christmas spirit, Larry insists, begging for sympathy. Has has a family to provide for, too. It’s right before Christmas! The boss tells Larry again that he needs to leave immediately. If he doesn’t, Mr. Willis has no issue getting the cops involved.

‘Oh, what, the MALL cops?’ Larry mocks. He then tries to attack Mr. Willis, but the same security guard grabs him. Larry argues and shouts the whole time as he’s dragged out, looking more and more unhinged, telling Mr. Willis that they’re going to pay.

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CUT to outside later that day, when Mr. Willis returns home from work. When Mr. Willis is gone, Larry emerges from the backseat of the car with a crowbar.

Larry is decked in his full Santa suit except the beard, Larry himself looking slightly dirty and disheveled, and is slowly dragging a crowbar at his feet as he approaches Mr. Willis’s house. He sees Mr. Willis and Carrie Ann through a front window. They look happy as they hang the last few decorations on a Christmas tree. They are talking to one another but we only see their lips moving. Carrie Ann is the main focus now, looking so cute and innocent in her Christmas PJs. Now he just has to wait…

When it becomes dark, Larry makes his move. To his surprise, the door is left unlocked and ajar, so he lets himself inside. He carefully creeps through the house, his eyes lingering on anything Christmas-related that paints the household as happy and normal. He stops by the Christmas tree and plucks a candy cane off a branch. Larry then continues stealthily through the house. He pauses briefly as he sees Mr. Willis sleeping in his bedroom, then continues on.

He still has his crowbar with him the whole time, lightly smacking it against his palm or tapping it against his leg as he walks. He continues down a hall, then reaches a door with girly decorations on it, which signals that it belongs to the daughter. He seems to deliberate for a moment – continue down the hall, or change his plans? – then seems to have a change of heart and turns, slowly opening Carrie Ann’s door.

Carrie Ann is in a state of deep rest tucked away in bed and is wearing Christmas PJs. Larry slowly approaches her bed, setting the crowbar quietly down. He looms menacingly over her, gazing over her body with the male gaze POV as he slowly pulls down her blanket to get a look at her full body. Even though she’s wearing innocent PJs, her shirt’s pulled away from her shoulder a bit, showing bare skin. His gloved fingers twitch with anticipation as he slowly reaches out as if to touch her, though he doesn’t quite.

She stirs, groggy and disoriented, seemingly confused about the presence of someone else in her room, though she can’t see clearly. She rubs at her eyes and sees Larry, squinting at him. ‘Santa? Wait, am I dreaming?’ she questions. Larry shushes her, saying, ‘Yeah, sure, sweetheart. This is a dream, why not?’ Now that she’s up, he sits down on the bed beside her and runs a hand over her leg, telling her that Santa came to check up on her. She’s still a bit groggy and trying to get her bearings. If this is a dream, why does he have a crowbar? Larry pauses a moment and mentions that Santa had to do some emergency repairs on his sleigh, so… Even as he says this, he moves closer to her, being slow and methodical. Although Carrie Ann lightly tries to back away into the bed’s headrest at first, admitting that this is a really weird dream, she tells Santa that she thought he’d look… different. He looks… handsome. Larry gives a sleazy disgusting grin and says Santa likes how she looks too in her cute little PJs.

She asks why Santa’s here and not downstairs – he tells her that her parent Mr. Willis has been very bad this year and is on Santa’s naughty list, but he wanted to give Carrie Ann the chance to prove she belongs on the nice list. Carrie Ann mumbles groggily that she wants to be on the nice list. Larry says that that means she has to do what Santa says, does she understand? Santa has a very special present for her this year but only if she behaves…

It Slipped In – Lucas Frost & Whitney Wright & Carolina Sweets


IT SLIPPED IN
TEEN AND HER BFF TRICK MEAN BROTHER INTO FUCKING HIS SISTER

Jenny (Carolina Sweets) and her friend Sandra (Whitney Wright) are giggling and gossiping in Jenny’s room as they study for an upcoming text, textbooks sprawled across the bed and floor. Jenny comes across as much shyer than her friend, who is proudly listing off her sexual conquests – Jenny marvels at how experienced she is for being just 19 (even at times being shocked at the perverse things her friend is admitting to have done) and especially how nonchalant she is about it. Sandra asks, well what about her, surely she has SOME kiss-and-tell stories she can share? Jenny admits not really, she’s kissed a few boys but never anything more serious than some over-the-clothes fondling.

It’s about then that Dane (Lucas Frost) is walking past in the hallway and butts into the conversation. He remarks that it’s no wonder that nobody is ever going to have sex with Jenny when she looks so ugly, she’s unfuckable. Jenny tries to tell her older step-brother to stop, but clearly has trouble standing up to him, and Sandra looks on silently fuming as Dane takes advantage of his younger step-sister’s shyness to talk over her and continue to pick on her. He makes fun of her nerdy clothing, saying it looks more like what someone in their sixties would wear, not someone who’s barely 18. He makes fun of her glasses. He says that he’s glad he’s not really related to her because he’d hate to think if his future kids had a chance of looking anything like her. Finally, Jenny loses her calm and shrieks at him to leave. Dane ends the conversation with a final insult, telling her to go back to studying since books are the only thing that are as dull as she is.

When he’s gone, Sandra stops holding her tongue and tells her friend that she can’t believe how horrible Jenny’s older step-brother is. How long has she been putting up with that? Jenny says ever since he moved in with them, two years ago. Sandra tells her that she would never put up with that kind of torment, and Jenny confesses she feels like she has no choice, he’s so loud and rude and she’s so quiet and reserved that he basically can walk all over her. Sandra tells her that he needs to be taught a lesson, she doesn’t deserve that kind of treatment and he’ll just keep doing it until he sees there are consequences for his actions. Besides, she says, what if he’s doing this kind of thing to other poor girls at school?

Hearing this, Jenny starts to grow a backbone – her friend is right, she would never want anybody else to feel as shitty as he makes her feel. But what could she possibly do to make him so regretful that he would never think of tormenting her again? He obviously doesn’t feel bad when she cries or tells him to stop. No, Sandra agrees, bullies like that only understand one language, and that’s an eye for an eye. He’s been humiliating her, so she needs to do something to make him feel humiliated back. Something that’s the ultimate revenge for telling her nobody would have sex with her, something that he’ll remember every single time he sees her that’ll trigger him. Like what? Jenny asks. Sandra gets a devious look in her eye and says she knows just the thing.

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Sandra plays innocent as she walks down the hall towards Dane’s room, where he is taking a shower. She waits until he comes out, surprising him. ‘Whatcha doing?’ Sandra says with a flirty smile. Oh, he says, he thought she was his step-sister. Aren’t the two of them supposed to be studying for some big test? Sandra says yes, but they’re going to be studying all night, and she needed a break. But Jenny wants to keep going and doesn’t want a break. Such a nerd, huh!? she says lightly. Dane chuckles and agrees. Aren’t they friends though? Sandra says kinda, and explains that that’s the thing about friends, is it pays off to keep a wide circle of ‘friends’ who can each give her something she doesn’t already have. Like the answers to all the tests, she says with a wink. Dane laughs and shakes his head, impressed at her bluntness. Or, she continues, like a cute older brother who she can blow off some steam with during a study break. Dane looks up at her, surprised and speechless, clearly not used to getting hit on despite all his bravado.

She moves in closer to him, crossing the threshold into his room. ‘You know,’ she says, ‘we could be ‘friends’ too…’ She starts to squat lower to meet his eye level, and she moves her hand to crawl her fingers up his knee like a spider. ‘I bet YOU could give me something I don’t already have, too…’ she says seductively as her hand goes towards his inner thigh, almost right up to his crotch. He chuckles nervously, here? Now? What if his sister comes looking for her? Sandra smiles and says she’s got her nose buried in books, she won’t be going anywhere. So what does he say, does he want to have a little fun? Dane nods nervously but enthusiastically.

Sandra starts playing with his chest over his clothes and giggling as she feels him up. She lifts his shirt up slightly, ooh, she giggles, a six-pack. He blushes and tries to boast a bit lamely saying yeah, he works out a lot. She then starts unbuttoning his pants, saying what other fun surprises is she going to find. Then her face brightens and she says she has an idea, why doesn’t she give him a couple of surprises of her own? Wouldn’t it be fun if he doesn’t see what she’s doing? That way she could give him all sorts of fun surprises, things she’s sure he’s going to like. Dane seems hesitant, so Sandra continues to coax him, saying that she’s heard that all the other senses are heightened when you can’t see what’s going on. Hearing… TOUCH, she says, as she strokes his leg with her hand… tasssste, she says, as she moves her lips inches away from his tauntingly. Dane breathes heavily and says o-okay, sure. Sandra gives him a flirty compliment saying he’s so brave, willing to try something new, she likes that. She gets him to close his eyes – or, optionally, perhaps she lifts his shirt and pulls it over his head so that the shirt covers his face. Now, she says, lie back and relax.

As Dane gets comfortable, Sandra gestures outside to the hall for someone to approach. Jenny tiptoes into the room, careful not to make any noise, and Sandra helps her get into position right where she was kneeling. ‘Now,’ Sandra says from just beside Jenny to confuse the brother, ‘are you ready?’ Yeah, the brother says with his eyes covered, he’s so ready!

Jenny unzips his pants, trying hard not to laugh as she and Sandra exchange looks of shock and disbelief that this is happening. Jenny takes his dick out from his boxers and starts stroking it. Dane moans in pleasure. Jenny strokes it for a little while as Sandra teases Dane verbally. Finally she asks if he wants his next surprise – it’s a wet one. Dane says yes, he wants it so bad. Jenny looks to her friend for a moment uncertainly, but her friend urges her silently to go for it, and Jenny opens her mouth and swirls her tongue along the tip of her brother’s dick. Ohhh! he moans in surprise. Ooh, Sandra says, so sensitive! Jenny goes further, starting to suck and lick her brother’s hard cock. Sandra is careful to tease him verbally only when his sister pulls away momentarily, to keep the ruse going.

Finally, Sandra says she has one more surprise for him, a really… tight surprise. Jenny looks at her friend in surprise and shakes her head, mouthing no, it’s too much. Sandra says out loud in a flirty voice, ‘Do you trust me?’, clearly talking to Jenny but making Dane believe she’s asking him. Sandra is about to say no again, but Dane interrupts saying yeah, he trusts her, do it! Jenny bites her lip and looks over at her brother, then her friend, who is nodding vigorously with an evil glint in her eye.

The Date – Danny Mountain & Charles Dera & Emily Willis


‘Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do till you require.’
– William Shakespeare

THE DATE

We watch a beautiful young woman (Emily Willis) in her apartment getting ready for the evening. She showers, lotions up her body, puts on expensive perfume, and dresses — first into expensive black satin lingerie, stockings, garters, and heels and then slipping into a beige rain jacket. She looks like she just walked off a runway. The camera voyeuristically watches her, almost like a reverse striptease.

CUT TO the woman, in her jacket, bare legs and heels, as she exits her building and steps into a black town car. A man waiting for her shuts the door and gets into the driver seat.

CUT TO a car mount shot, looking in at the silent driver in a black suit and ray bans, and the girl who sits in the middle of the back seat. To her right is a very handsome man (Danny Mountain) in an expensive suit. A second man (Charles Dera), equally handsome and dressed the same, sits on her left.

CUT TO the road. As they drive, the man in the back asks the woman if she is ready. Obediently, she says ‘yes.’ He asks if she will give herself over completely. She says ‘yes.’ He strips her out of her jacket, exposing her bare skin. She quivers. He takes a brown paper bag and puts it over her head, before holding her arms to keep her still. They ride for a moment with her body writhing. The men look cool and collected, staring straight ahead. All you can hear are the light gasps and moans from the submissive woman as she is being driven, eagerly awaiting what’s to come.

‘My only submission is complete submission.
I will kneel before you, naked and unashamed,
My eyes down, my chin up.

‘I will do as you say and be rewarded.
Always saying please and thank you,
Accepting my punishments like a good girl,
Never touching myself until you have given permission,
And always swallow, never spit.

‘I will surrender to your will
And always remember who I belong to.’

Cutting The Cord – Danny Mountain & Jake Adams & Jane Wilde


CUTTING THE CORD: A JANE WILDE STORY
CURIOUS TEENAGER CHEATS ON BOYFRIEND WITH OLDER UNCIRCUMCISED MAN

Scene opens on Leah (Jane Wilde), a 19-year-old junior counselor at a conservative camp. The shy Jewish teenager has been attending the camp for years, but this will be her first year as a counselor. It is also where she met her boyfriend, Josh (Jake Adams), another junior counselor. They’ve been together for a year and Josh is a shining example of exactly who her religious parents want her to marry. He comes from an upscale family with deep roots and is planning to go into pre-med in the fall. Once he is settled, they will get married and she will start having his children. It’s all been perfectly planned out. But, as they set up their tent for the camp’s annual wilderness kickoff, Leah finds herself conflicted. She loves Josh, but she is anxious about spending the rest of her life with him. He is her only sexual experience. And, this summer, will be her last chance to explore herself before she makes that final commitment.

She reviews the checklist on her clipboard, while Josh fumbles in the background to finish setting up their tent. He is busy talking about all the cliques in the camp and how Leah shouldn’t worry about the fact that her family makes less money than most of them. She is with him now and everybody will accept her. Plus, they’re junior counselors … one step away from running the place! As Leah nods aimlessly, she notices one of the senior counselors approaching them.

Charlie (Danny Mountain) is the only non-Jewish counselor at the camp, brought in several years ago as the football coach. Leah has always been fascinated by him. He is British, in his mid-thirties, athletic, and absolutely the opposite of everything her parents would approve of. With a boisterous laugh, Charlie struts over and checks in to see if Josh needs any help. ‘There are a still a lot of tents to set up before the kids arrive, mate!’ Josh looks irritated. ‘I’ll get them done,…’ he replies. Flashing a wink at Leah, Charlie heads off to talk to another counselor. In the distance, Leah watches him. As Josh grumbles, she stares almost transfixed. CUT to inside her mind, as she fantasizes about Charlie kissing her and pushing her down to her knees. She stares up at his erection as he pulls out his uncircumcised cock and lays it over her face. CUT back to the present. Josh has said her name several times, annoyed, before she snaps back to reality. ‘Can you help me finish this tent please?’ he whines. She puts the clipboard down and turns to help him, apologizing, but not before sneaking one final look back over her shoulder.

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Cut to that night, as the sun sets. Leah sits on Josh’s lap in front of their tent. Apart from some flashlights going off in the tents behind them, all is quiet on the camp. The couple have 30 minutes left of ‘watch duty’ before they can retire, so they pass the time talking about their relationship. How they first saw each other years earlier at his brother’s bar mitzvah, how he finally worked up the nerve to ask her out on her 18th birthday last summer, and the type of wedding they want to plan. Josh holds her tightly and kisses the top of her head as they talk. It’s clear how much he loves her. Feeling conflicted, she tries to say something but backs down when she looks in his eyes. ‘Is everything ok?’ He asks. She wishes she could look at him and feel safe, secure, and in love. But she doesn’t. ‘What?’ he asks again. ‘Nothing,’ she quickly replies. ‘You just — you’re so amazing!’ Josh smiles. ‘Well, you know how much I love you. I don’t have to say it.’ Leah quickly shakes her head. ‘No, you don’t. You don’t ever have to say it!’

She leans in and kisses him on the lips. He kisses back, and they begin making out. They kiss intensely for a moment, as Leah desperately tries to feel something. Anything. Any sort of passion or excitement inside. She deepens the kiss and begins to undo his shorts when Josh pulls away. ‘Whoa, are you sure?’ he asks, looking around. She nods quickly. She knows she can’t keep feeling like this. She wants things to go back to how they were when they first met. She doesn’t want to hurt him. ‘Of course, I am. I want to make you feel good.’ He protests a little about their plans to wait till the wedding before she assures him it will just be a BJ. They’ve done that plenty of times before, just not in public. He smiles sheepishly as she grabs his hand, leading them away from the cluster of tents.

They get to a tree and Leah pushes Josh against it. She sinks down to her knees, undoes his shorts, and takes out his dick. It’s exactly as it always has been. Circumcised – the only one she’s ever seen. She takes it in her mouth and starts to blow him, desperate to feel SOMETHING for her boyfriend…

After the session, which leaves her feeling more anxious and guilt-ridden before, Josh’s walkie-talkie buzzes. It’s a senior counselor, asking why he left his post. There is a camper who just threw up and needs to see the nurse. He kisses Leah goodbye and tells her he’ll take care of it. She should go shower or something. He jogs off, leaving the girl standing in the woods.

CUT to Leah in the shower. As she runs her hands down her body, she closes her eyes and flashes of Charlie’s face come to mind. She sees him smiling at her. His muscular, hard body. The slight bulge in his shorts. She can’t help but slip a finger inside herself, still keeping her eyes closed. She moans softly and plays with herself, letting the fantasy take over. All thoughts of religion, Josh, and her parents are gone… She knows what she needs to do now.

CUT to the gravel road. Her hair still wet, she looks down at her own walkie-talkie. Nervously, she tunes it to Charlie’s frequency and calls him. ‘What’s up, my Jewish American princess?’ he responds jovially. Leah takes a deep breath before stammering, ‘Charlie, I need to see you. I need you to help me with something.’ There is a pause before Charlie, with a notable change in his voice, replies. ‘Of course, Leah. I’m down in the rec room. Meet me there.’ Putting her walkie-talkie down, Leah takes one long look down the road before turning to run towards her first ever act of rebellion, breaking the number one rule she was raised to obey.

His Brother’s Blessing – Chad White & Bobbi Dylan & Will Pounder


HIS BROTHER’S BLESSING
CORRUPT COP EXPLOITS HIS YOUNGER BROTHER’S FIANCEE FOR SEX

A young couple emerge from another area of the house to the kitchen, their arms around each other’s waists as they snuggle and talk warmly while they walk. The man, Sammy (Will Pounder), is telling his beloved, Angela (Bobbi Dylan), an anecdote about the staircase from his childhood, such as when he fell and almost split his head against the banister. Angela smiles at the anecdote and remarks that it’s a good thing he’s much calmer now.

As they walk around the kitchen, Sammy gushes about his brother, Dirk (Chad White). Angela starts to fret, saying it’s a lot of pressure meeting him, since Dirk is so important to Sammy — what if he doesn’t like her? Sammy confidently says his brother’s going to LOVE her, everybody does. What’s not to love, she’s perfect. Angela blushes and says she’s not perfect, but Sammy starts listing how she’s kind, and smart, and loyal, and strikingly beautiful of course, and…

He’s interrupted by the sound of the front door unlocking and opening, and heavy boots stepping in before closing the door again. Little bro, you in here? a voice calls out. ‘We’re in the kitchen!’ Sammy calls out in reply. Some shuffling sounds can be heard as Sammy waits excitedly, gripping his nervous-looking fiancee’s hands, until eventually a man in a cop uniform, Dirk, steps into the kitchen.

The cop holds out his arms and scoops Sammy into a big bear hug, and then ruffles his little brother’s head with his hand after releasing him from the hug. Watch the hair! Sammy says with a chuckle and tries to straighten it out. Dirk then turns to Angela — so, this must be her! he remarks. ‘Angela’, right? She smiles and nervously says hi, it’s a pleasure to meet him, and holds out her hand to shake his. He brushes her hand away saying please, they’re practically family at this point, and holds out his arms to hug her. Pleasantly flustered, Angela leans in to the hug and they embrace warmly. After a couple of seconds though, Dirk’s hand crawls down the side of her back to wrap around her waist, making the hug unexpectedly intimate. Angela’s eyes shift to looking unsure and a bit uncomfortable as they hug for a second or two longer before breaking. Sammy has told him so much about her, Dirk says, he’s glad they’re finally getting to meet after all this time.

Sammy tells his older brother that they had a special reason to come out and visit today, he has some exciting news. He takes his fiancee’s hand and holds it up, showing the ring to his brother — he’s proposed! Dirk grins and congratulates them both, in truth he kind of expected this might happen, and jokes that she’s practically stolen his brother away from him at this point, he hardly gets to see him anymore! Sammy says that he knows, and he’s sorry — in fact, that’s why he’s so excited for Dirk to finally meet Angela, because… well, he was hoping for his brother’s blessing for the wedding.

Dirk says he’s touched, and he can’t wait to get to know Angela during their visit. But they can get to all that later, this calls for a celebration! They should have a feast, his treat of course, whatever they’d like. Sammy asks what Dirk wants, and he says anything, he’s worked all day and he’s starving! He tells his younger brother there are some take-out menus in the other room if he wants to get them. Sammy says sure, and heads off to get them from the other room. As he leaves, Dirk puts his hand on Angela’s shoulder, at first it looks reassuring but then he leans in close to her ear and it begins to look more threatening. ‘I know what you did,’ he says in a low voice right near her ear – her eyes widen with worry as he straightens himself back up and pretends like nothing happened. Sammy comes back into the room a moment later and they start discussing food options, but the sound starts to drown out as the camera closes in on Angela’s terrified face.

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‘Well, what do you think, love?’ Sammy says, snapping Angela out of her worried thoughts. Huh? Oh, sorry, she mutters, and shakes her head a bit to snap out of it. Sammy repeats a couple of takeout options they’re deciding between, and trying to pretend she’s fine, she smiles and gives her opinion picking one of the options. Great choice! Dirk says as he announces what he wants from the menu. After they decide what they want, Dirk says that he wants to get to know Angela better — why doesn’t Sammy go pick up the food for them? He’s a big, strong boy. Angela shoots a quick, worried glance over to him before catching herself. After all, Dirk continues, isn’t the whole point of their trip over here for him to get to know her better? It’s a perfect chance for them to bond a little… and swap embarrassing stories about him, Dirk jokes. Ha-ha, Sammy says with playful sarcasm, but that’s not a bad idea — what about Angela, he asks her, would that be okay with her? She steals another glance at Dirk who meets her glance and shoots her a knowing look. Um, sure, she guesses that’s fine! she says trying to mask her discomfort. But is Sammy sure he can carry all the food back himself? Sammy says yeah, no problem, and she looks a bit disappointed but tries not to show it. Okay, she says, well hurry back! She doesn’t want to miss him for too long! ‘Haha, isn’t she great?’ Sammy says to his brother as he grabs his keys and heads towards the front door — be back soon, he calls out and waves back to them.

Once the front door closes, Dirk casually asks Angela how long she’s known Sammy. She says it’s been two years. Well, she certainly puts on a good act, he remarks. Angela tries to play innocent, saying she has no idea what he’s talking about. He tells her to cut the crap, seeming much less charismatic than before and more authoritative. He’s a police officer in case she forgot, he says sarcastically while gesturing at his uniform, did she think he wouldn’t find out about her past? Angela scowls and says he’s a pig, but Dirk just smirks. He gets called that by perps all the time, so he’s used to it.

She shrinks back a bit, and asks how he found out about about her. He explains that it was easy, she’s plastered all over his brother’s social media so he had no trouble getting her last name, and from there he just used… certain work resources to look her up, there was no way he was going to let his brother get so serious with a girl without doing a little digging. Is that even legal? she asks nervously. He chuckles and avoids the question — she’s one to talk about what’s legal, with a past like hers, stretching even from juvie to jail after she turned 18. Theft? Armed robbery? Solicitation? She was a busy little beaver, he jokes, or at least had a busy little beaver. That was a long time ago, she protests, she cleaned up her entire life, she’s different now. She’s changed! He’s heard about rehabilitation, right?

Is that so? Dirk smirks. Yes, Angela says desperately, she swears it! Dirk asks, so then surely she TOLD his younger brother about her past then, right? Angela looks nervous — well, no, not exactly, she admits. Dirk looks proud of himself, and says he didn’t think so. Angela pleads for him to try to understand, that’s all in the past, she’s not that person anymore! Dirk says he’s not so sure, if she’s lying to her own fiance then who knows what else she’s capable of doing. She insists she didn’t think any of that mattered anymore! Dirk corrects her — she means she didn’t think Sammy would find out, she means. If she really didn’t think it mattered, she’d have told Sammy. But what if she finds out about aaaaall the random men she’s slept with, all the dirty filthy things she’s let perverts do to her, and how she lied about it all along… is she worried he might think less of her — or even, might not want to marry her anymore — if he finds out? Angela says of course he’d still want to marry her, they’re in love, but she doesn’t sound convinced of that herself. Dirk laughs and says that’s the worst lie she’s told yet. She’s completely terrified of Sammy finding out. Which means she’ll do anything for Dirk to keep her secret — and there’s only one thing that he wants, he says while grabbing at his package.

Time’s ticking by, and she can kiss his blessing goodbye – not to mention risk losing her fiance entirely – if she doesn’t do what he wants. Reluctantly, she agrees to do it, swearing it’s for Sammy’s sake. At least SHE cares about Sammy! Sure thing, Dirk says as he whips out his dick, whatever she has to tell herself to rest easy at night.

Like Mother, Like Daughter – Alina Lopez & Reagan Foxx & Brad Newman


LIKE MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER
VINDICTIVE TEEN REVENGE FUCKS STEP-MOM’S NEW BOYFRIEND

A woman, Marlene (Reagan Foxx), is fussing about the living room nervously, straightening the couch cushions, re-facing the decorations on the fireplace mantle and the coffee table, etc. when her boyfriend, Tom (Brad Newman), comes up behind her and puts his hands comfortingly on her shoulders. Just relax, he tells her, come on, sit down, she just needs to breathe and not stress out so much. He leads her to the bay window and sits down, taking her hands in his and gently pulling her down to sit too. She tells him she can’t help but be worried – this is her one chance to reconnect with Alyssa (Alina Lopez), and she doesn’t want to screw it up. Tom tells her not to worry, he’s sure her step-daughter is ready to make amends. Why else would she have accepted Marlene’s invitation after all this time, if she still held a grudge? Marlene supposes that Tom’s right, and puts her hand on his cheek. Either way, she’s glad he was willing to stick by her side this whole weekend, otherwise she’d be an emotional wreck. He didn’t have to do that. Tom kisses her hands and tells her of course, he’ll always support her no matter what. She knows that.

Their tender moment is interrupted by a car pulling into view in the driveway just outside the bay window. That must be her, Marlene says a bit scared. Tom puts his hand again on her shoulder and gives it a quick rub. She can do this, he reassures her. She nods and looks back out the window where a young woman has stepped out of the back of the car, a travel bag in tow. She lifts her sunglasses and takes a sweeping look around the large mansion-like house with a cold, inscrutable look on her face, before putting her glasses back on her face and closing the car door behind her. The car pulls off as Marlene straightens up and moves out of the living room towards the door to greet the girl, wringing her hands nervously as she walks. Tom follows.

‘Alyssa, dear,’ Marlene says solemnly as she opens the door and holds out her arms to welcome the teen. ‘I’m so grateful you finally decided to come, it’s been so long. TOO long.’ She continues to hold her arms out but it’s clear Alyssa has no intention of reciprocating the gesture, she stops short several inches from Marlene’s reach. ‘Hello, mother,’ she says coldly, not betraying any signs of emotion behind her sunglasses. She turns her head to Tom who is standing a couple of paces back from Marlene, looking a bit awkward and trying not to intrude. ‘You must be the boyfriend,’ she says to him. He smiles and introduces himself, holding out his hand to shake hers. Bemused, she gives the smallest of smiles as she hands off her bag into her mother’s hands without even looking at her, and then takes off her sunglasses. She shakes his hand, and he tells her Marlene has told him so much about her, he’s been really looking forward to meeting her.

Pulling back his hand after a firm shake, Tom looks a bit surprised now that her sunglasses are off. Wow, he remarks, the two of them really do look so much alike – if Marlene hadn’t told him, he would have sworn that they were real, flesh-and-blood mother and daughter. Alyssa says that that’s the ONLY thing the two of them have in common. Tom says come now, he’s sure that’s not true, he bets that Alyssa is a perfectly wonderful and charming young woman. ‘Exactly,’ Alyssa says pointedly as she walks forward past Marlene to Tom, taking the sunglasses still in her hand and slipping them into his shirt’s breast pocket. She walks past him into the house. ‘Coming, mother?’ Alyssa calls back from inside the house. Marlene looks over worriedly at Tom, and he tries to reassure her again while rubbing his palm across her back, although he’s not quite as brimming with confidence as he was earlier. She’s just 18, Tom reminds her, all teenagers are moody and sarcastic. She still came, didn’t she? Marlene supposes he’s right, and Tom winks saying he knows he is. He heads into the house. Marlene lets in and out a long sigh to calm herself, and then heads inside.

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An hour or so later that day, Marlene brings some freshly baked cookies to the table where Alyssa is on her laptop. As Marlene nears, she tells Alyssa that she’s baked her favorite. Alyssa looks down at the tray with disdain and disinterest and then back to Marlene. Cushy place she’s got here, Alyssa says gesturing at the big house. Guess her decision to cut and run on the family after Alyssa’s dad died paid off.

‘Alyssa,’ Marlene sits down gently and begins to pour her heart out – she must understand, she never meant to hurt Alyssa or her siblings. Her husband had just passed away, she was grieving, in shock. She didn’t know how to cope. She figured the family would go stay with their real mother – his ex-wife – and her new husband… so Marlene didn’t feel like she was abandoning them. If anything, she thought they would be better off. She was never planning on leaving them forever, she just needed some time to heal. But that’s not an excuse. She realizes now that that was the wrong thing to do, that it must have doubled the sense of loss the family had felt. She’s truly sorry, and she’s been trying to make amends ever since. All of Alyssa’s other siblings have since forgiven her, why can’t she?

Alyssa sits up slowly, and for a moment she looks sincere with a sympathetic expression on her face. She starts to slowly reach out across the table to Marlene, and seeing this, Marlene starts to reach out too to meet her in the middle. But at the last second, Alyssa fakes her out, and picks up a cookie from the table between them. She picks it up and bites into it. ‘Thanks for the snack, mom,’ she says snidely as she gets up and walks away from Marlene, who sits there looking devastated.

Later that day, Tom goes to check on Marlene who has retreated to the kitchen and is desperately trying to distract herself with chores. He starts to tell her that Alyssa FINALLY decided what she wanted to order for take-out, but then stops when he sees that his girlfriend looks sad and distant. Tom comes up to her and asks if everything’s alright, and Marlene turns to him and lets him wrap her into a supportive hug. Things don’t seem to be going well at all, Marlene confesses as she pulls out from the hug, she’s been trying all day to connect with Alyssa but she just keeps ignoring her, or worse. No matter how much Tom has pointed out that Alyssa still agreed to come, she still seems to be holding a grudge. She doesn’t know what else to do anymore. Tom tries to reassure Marlene that maybe it’s not her fault, maybe it was just too soon. Alyssa’s still a teenager, after all, whereas her siblings are now in their twenties. Maybe it’ll just take some time. But he insists that Marlene at least is trying, and maybe Alyssa will remember that someday and come around. Marlene gushes and remarks that Tom always seems to know just the right thing to say. Then this gives her an idea – maybe HE can talk to Alyssa. Tom confesses he doesn’t know if that’s such a good idea. But Marlene points out that Alyssa at least seems to be engaging with Tom, she’s been following him around all day and the two of them seem to have a good rapport, she clearly likes him better than Marlene at any rate. Could it hurt for him to try to talk to her? Tom is about to say he is not sure about this, but he sees how desperate Marlene is for this to work out, so he hesitantly says he’ll at least give it a try.

Tom arrives at Alyssa’s open door, where Alyssa is lying on her bed listening to music through headphones while browsing on her cell phone. He sits on the edge of the bed and nudges her foot to get her attention. She removes the ear buds and looks up at him expectantly, and Tom says he wants to talk to her. Alyssa has a knowing look on her face, and she gets up to kneel on her bed, her bent legs spread wide open towards Tom. ‘Fire away,’ she says suggestively.

Tom clears his throat uncomfortably. Look, he starts, clearly she has no interest in accepting her mom’s apologies, and if he had known that she would behave like this then he never would have reached out to her to encourage her to come. But now that she IS here, can’t she at least be…? Alyssa puts a finger up Tom’s lips and shushes him. She says she never came here for her mom’s sake in the first place, she came here for Tom’s. Tom is confused – for his sake? Alyssa starts leaning towards him even further, holding herself up on the bed on her fours like a cat on the prowl. She says that she’s seen the pictures of him and her mom, and he seems like a nice guy. A big, STRONG, nice guy she says as she spiders her fingers up his biceps, making him flinch. And she likes making nice guys happy, she concludes. In fact, she’s very GOOD at making guys happy.

Tom swats her hand away – what the hell is she doing? Alyssa pouts and says she just wanted to make him happy – that’s why she came, after all. Wasn’t that why he reached out to her, why he BEGGED her to come? Tom insists that she knows that’s not why. Alyssa says yeah, sure, he wanted them to resolve their differences so Marlene could be happy and blah blah blah. But at the end of the day, that’s not what he reaaally wants, she teases him, he just wants what any guy wants. She unbuttons the top buttons of her blouse and lowers it down past her shoulders. Tom orders her to stop and put her shirt back on. Alyssa tells him she doesn’t want to stop, she’s having fun, and points at his crotch saying it looks like he’s having fun too, a LOT of fun from the looks of it. No wonder her mom likes him.

He leaps off the bed. This was a huge mistake, he says, and moves to leave. Go ahead, leave, Alyssa taunts him. She’ll just keep acting worse and worse all weekend until Marlene is so miserable she’s finally had enough and kicks her out, and then Tom can pick up the pieces. But if Tom wants her to behave, she says in a flirty tone as she moves her hand towards her crotch, he’s going to have to MAKE her behave. She starts rubbing her hands on her body over her clothing, and lets out a fake moan. Stop it! Tom hisses at her quietly, her mom’s going to hear her. In response, she just moans louder. Shut up! Tom hisses and moves to cover her mouth with his hands. Alyssa pulls away and giggles sadistically. Make me, she says. She starts moaning again, even louder, and Tom looks back in fear to the hall outside. Distracted, desperate, panicked and (although he hates to admit it) a little turned on, Tom turns back to Alyssa and says he’ll make her, alright. He then does the only thing he can think of to get her to stop, he kisses her fiercely, grabbing her head with both hands. Alyssa encourages him, urging him onward.

Tom hate-fucks Alyssa, though Alyssa enjoying making him squirm. At times Tom panics about Alyssa getting too loud and tries to get her to be quiet. Eventually Tom gets so into it he stops paying attention to how loud they’re being…

The door slams open and a gasp is heard behind them. Tom looks over in horror as Marlene stands in the doorway in shock. ‘Tom?!’ she says horrified, ‘How COULD you…?!’

From under Tom, Alyssa pokes out and gloats that it seems like Tom’s chosen her daughter over her. Tom tells her to shut up, and tries to plead with Marlene that it’s not like that, but Alyssa keeps goading them, saying that it was probably a huge turn-on to find out there was a hotter, younger version of his girlfriend. No, Tom insists, he loves Marlene! Alyssa tells Marlene, who’s still speechless, that Tom in fact was the one who contacted her and convinced her to come this weekend. Marlene looks in shock over to Tom – is this true? Tom is flustered and tries to explain, yes, it’s true, but it’s not how it sounds…

Tom is stumbling over his words and Alyssa cuts back in. Now her mom knows what it feels like to be betrayed and abandoned, hm? But this weekend is all about making amends, and Alyssa would be willing to share if Marlene is desperate enough for love to get fucked by somebody who just cheated on her with her own daughter. Better than ending up alone, isn’t it?

Tom begs for the chance to explain but Marlene just sits on the bed in shock. Keep fucking her, she tells Tom in a resigned voice. Tom looks at her perplexed and whispers ‘What?!’ and Marlene looks at him with sad eyes. Just keep fucking her, she says, he clearly wants to. He tries to protest but Alyssa takes the lead and starts grinding against his dick again, causing him to moan uncontrollably. Didn’t you hear her? Alyssa says to Tom, Marlene wants them to keep going!

The Daughter Disaster – Sarah Vandella & Elena Koshka & Steve Holmes


THE DAUGHTER DISASTER
STEP-FATHER MADE TO CHOOSE BETWEEN WIFE & PREGNANT DAUGHTER

SCENE OPENS on a teen, Nancy (Elena Koshka), taking a home pregnancy test. She’s impatiently holding the stick in her hand. She taps her fingers against it with nervous anticipation as she mutters to it to come on and work faster. Her breathing is quick, panicked and shallow, and she even starts hyperventilating for several seconds and has to calm herself down by taking deep, controlled breaths. Once she’s calmed herself down, she looks back down at the stick and sees two lines appear on the small display.

Pregnant.

Suddenly she’s interrupted by a knock on the door, and the voice of her step-father, Frank (Steve Holmes). He asks if anyone’s in there. Nancy’s eyes widen and she quickly tries to hide the evidence of the test as she says that yes, she’s in here — she grabs the stick and the small cardboard box it came in and hides them behind her back, and flushes the toilet. It’s just in the nick of time, as Frank tells her that he’s late for an interview and he hopes she’s done in there because he’s coming in.

The door opens, and Nancy tries to act like everything’s normal. She and Frank awkwardly brush past each other, his hands accidentally grazing against her body, as he moves towards the sink and she moves to get out of the bathroom without him seeing the test in her hands. He fidgets with his hair in front of the mirror and asks Nancy how he looks. Nancy looks away from him, the question clearly bothering her, and she mutters ‘You look fine.’ He tells her he has a good feeling about today, this is his first 2nd interview for a company. This could be the end of their troubles. Nancy sneaks a look at the pregnancy test in her hand. ‘Yeah, Frank,’ she says flatly, ‘sure it could…’ Frank gives his step-daughter a quick kiss, then exits the bathroom — he’s off to get this job.

Once he’s gone, she has flashbacks to when she had sex with both her step-father and her step-father’s ex-boss. She clutches the pregnancy box test in her hand so hard it starts to crumple in her hand as she sinks down along the wall and starts crying.

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CUT TO a little later that day, Nancy is curled up on the couch with her laptop. She’s looking up articles on what to do when you find out you’re pregnant through a search engine. Her mother, Kate (Sarah Vandella), walks into the living room and Nancy quickly closes the laptop.

Kate says bitterly that she just heard from Frank, he’s on his way back already, there won’t be any second interview after all. When he arrived at the office he learned that they’d gotten him mixed up with another applicant, he was never among their top choices. It’s embarrassing, she says, he’s not even memorable enough to leave a bad impression, he’s just completely forgettable. No wonder he was fired from his last job. Over twenty years he was there, and never even got a title change. Why he didn’t beg to keep that old job when he had the chance, she’ll never know.

‘Mom…’ Nancy tries to interrupt but Kate continues. That job was way better to him than he deserved, Kate says, he should have been willing to do anything to not let that job slip through his fingers. ‘MOM,’ Nancy cuts her off, and tells Kate there’s something she needs to know about the day he got fired. Kate looks alarmed — what does she mean?

Nancy tells her all about what happened that day — how Frank bargained for his job back by whoring out Nancy to his boss, how he got fired, anyways, and then how he hate-fucked Nancy afterwards…

Kate is livid, though isn’t on her daughter’s side. Ever since she turned eighteen Nancy’s been acting like a complete slut, and it’s just been getting worse. She bets it wasn’t even Frank’s idea to do it, it was probably Nancy’s idea, she’s seen how Nancy dresses, how Nancy behaves around men. It was probably her fault that Frank was fired, and her fault that Frank was willing to fuck his own step-daughter! The two start screaming and arguing, both feeling betrayed, sad, and angry.

CUT TO an unspecified amount of time later, Frank walks through the door and hears the sounds of shouting coming from the other room. Worriedly, he kicks off his shoes and drops his keys and briefcase and hurries to the living room where Nancy and Kate are still fighting. He asks them what’s going on, and Kate instantly turns on him, telling him that Nancy told her about what they did the day he got fired and she can’t believe he lied to her and didn’t tell her about it. He stutters to say something, but Nancy cuts in, asking how Kate could possibly blame her for what he did when he lied to her about it, too. Kate tells Nancy to stay out of this, calls her a whore, and turns back to Frank asking how he could do all that to her. With her own daughter!

Frank struggles to say something as both crying angry women stare him down, and Kate gives up remarking that Frank doesn’t even have anything to say for himself, he can’t even say he’s sorry. Frank says of course he’s sorry, but it’s too late and Kate has already stormed off to the master bedroom leaving Frank alone with Nancy. In tears, Nancy complains to Frank that he didn’t even stick up for her, he tried to whore his own step-daughter out to his boss and he doesn’t even have the guts to admit it to his wife. Frank tries to calm her down, promising he’ll talk to Kate, and tries to put his hands comfortingly on Nancy’s shoulders but she pushes him away. She storms off to her room as Frank calls out to her that he promises he’ll make things right.

Frank enters the master bedroom, where Kate is sobbing on the bed. Frank comes up to try to comfort her with his apologies, but she pushes him away saying he’s ruined their lives. Much like when trying to negotiate with his boss, Frank’s weak and cowardly tendencies start to flare up instinctively. He begs Kate to forgive him, and starts completely lying to her. He tells her that things that day just escalated. With the way that Nancy dresses, it wasn’t surprising that his boss wanted to sleep with her. Frank also tried to resist her, but he couldn’t! He loves Kate and is faithful to only her, and wants to make it right again.

Kate asks if all that is really true. She wants to believe him but he really hurt her. If he does again, she’s going to leave him. Frank swears it is, he would never want to do anything to hurt Kate. Afterwards he was scared and humiliated to tell anyone, and above all he didn’t want to break up Kate’s family. They embrace each other, and then Frank kisses Kate passionately saying again how sorry he is. Kate says how is she supposed to forgive him, she just wants to forget the whole thing ever happened. She kisses him again, and their passionate kissing slowly devolves into tender and erotic make-up sex.

Frank brings Kate to orgasm, but is unable to cum himself. He catches his breath and puts his hands to his forehead in exhaustion. Kate asks him what’s wrong and he explains that he has too much stress on his mind to cum, all the unfinished business with Nancy is preoccupying him. Kate is sympathetic, and says maybe he just needs a few minutes, but Frank says he should go speak to Nancy and try to resolve things between them. Kate agrees that’s a good idea, and says she’ll give them both some space to work things out together. Frank puts on a plain t-shirt and boxers and leaves the room.

CUT TO Frank entering Nancy’s bedroom. Nancy is curled up on the bed, and bitterly asks what Frank wants. Frank tells her he made up with Kate, and has come to do the same with her. Nancy looks up, and asks how he was able to get Kate to forgive her. Frank looks away for a second and finds himself lying again instinctively, saying that he told Kate the truth, that it was his idea to offer a deal to his boss to fuck his teen step-daughter in exchange for keeping his job. It took a lot of begging and apologizing but Kate finally decided to forgive him. He says that he also told Kate that Nancy didn’t try to seduce him at all, it was his idea in a moment of weakness. Nancy is surprised, he really said that? Frank continues to lie and says yes, he just wants she and her mother to get along so he told her it was all him. How could Kate forgive him for what he did? She really forgave him? Frank keeps saying yes, she did, and the important thing now is that they forget about it and move on.

Nancy says she can’t just forget about it. He says that he didn’t treat her right before, but he wants to now. He says to her that there was another reason he didn’t mind taking the blame for having sex with her, and it was because there was some truth to it, there’s a part of him that secretly wanted her all along. That still wants her. She must have felt it, too, surely? She hesitantly says that she has, a little bit. Frank moves in to kiss her and she lets him have his way with her, slowly spreading her legs and inviting the hand on her lap to move towards her pussy. He asks her what she was going to say and she says just that she wants him right here, right now.

Balance of Power – Angela White & Zac Wild


BALANCE OF POWER
COUNCILWOMAN WITH A DIRTY SECRET GETS EXPLOITED BY CORRUPT BUSINESSMAN

SCENE OPENS on a small city council private office where a councilwoman, Janice Monroe (Angela White), is hard at work. She appears confident, and sharply dressed in a chic but no-nonsense business suit. We watch her work for several seconds from a male gaze POV, until her concentration is broken by a telephone call on her office phone.

She picks up, and though we don’t hear the sounds from the earpiece, Janice pulls the phone away from her ear in pain from an apparent shouting on the other end of the line. She asks the man on the other line, Bill, to calm down and explain what’s the problem. She does her best to collect herself as she listens, breathing deep and fidgeting with her suit and hair. She listens and replies, and from the one-sided conversation, we get the impression that Bill is a business owner calling to complain about losing a city contract bid.

Bill had spent weeks negotiating terms and another company swooped in and got the bid at the last second. Janice puts on a brave face and tries to assure him that everything was above board, and that the winning bid was just at a better rate than what Bill’s company was offering, but Bill insists that it’s not possible, he has ties with all the local suppliers and there’s no way anybody else in town could match his bid. Janice reprimands Bill telling him that if he wants to meet formally to discuss the issue, he’s welcome to schedule an appointment, but she warns him that he’d better think twice before speaking to her like that again or he risks closing the door on future negotiations. Bill tells Janice that he’s not the only one who thinks things have been fishy lately, and that she’d better remember that it’s her constituents who pay her bills each week. Through gritted teeth, Janice thanks Bill for being a concerned citizen, and slams the phone back in the cradle in frustration. As soon as she’s hung up, Janice’s brave face and confident posture dissolve, and she collapses back into her chair and puts her head on her desk in tears.

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We cut back to Janice’s office an indeterminate time later. She’s stopped crying and is back at work, though with none of the confidence or determination she exhibited earlier. She is clearly having trouble concentrating, rubbing her eyes wearily and swearing to herself under her breath. Before long, the door to her office opens and in struts Garrett (Zac Wild), a cocky smarmy-looking businessman who strolls up to greet her and — rather than sitting on the chair facing her – sits straight on the corner of the desk. Looking uncomfortable, Janice quietly moves her papers and other clutter away from his intrusive form seated on her desk. She tells Garrett that she’s very busy right now, and asks what he wants. He says that he’s sure she has time for a little chat, she always manages to make time for him. Looking bothered and anxious, Janice gets up from her seat and goes to close her office door discreetly. When she looks back, Garrett is now sitting in her seat. She asks him to get out of her seat, but with none of the forceful tone she used on the phone earlier. Instead, she seems pathetic and desperate here. Garrett gives her a greasy smile and pats his lap, telling her there’s plenty of room if she wants to join him. She turns her head, disgusted. Without looking back at Garrett, she asks what he wants.

Garrett explains in a patronizing tone that he’s not feeling satisfied with their current arrangement. He wants another favor. Janice looks flabbergasted — she’s already paid him off twice, and she just colluded to get his company his second city contract at a way higher rate than market value. Garrett says yes, that’s true, but that’s really more to help his business, but now he’s getting restless and he feels he wants to work on his personal brand, maybe even get into politics himself. He wants an endorsement from her to run for his own spot on the city council. Janice coldly says absolutely not — she can’t endorse a candidate with no political experience and dubious ties to criminal activity. It’ll draw too much attention, and could be career suicide for her. Garrett tells her he thinks she’s exaggerating, and feels he’d make a great candidate. He’s even come up with the perfect campaign slogan, ‘Make America Garrett Again’ he jokes.

Janice pleads with him — he needs to be reasonable. She’s given him everything he’s asked for, to the point where people are starting to get suspicious. Garrett says that that isn’t his problem, and he asks her where all that worry about getting caught was a few months ago when she was embezzling funds from the public office for her personal use. If only she’d been more careful then, she’d never be in this situation now. But she wasn’t, and all this is just the universe’s way of balancing things out. Janice gets more desperate — if he wants to keep his leverage, he has to be smart about this. She can’t help him if she gets indicted. Maybe they could revisit his proposal in a few months, after things have a chance to die down. Garrett admits that she makes good points, but he’s just not a patient guy. What is she going to give him to keep him happy in the meantime? Janice looks completely broken down — she doesn’t have anything left to offer him. He’s already taken everything from her — he’s robbed her of her independence, her pride, her happiness. What could possibly be left for him to take?

Garrett stands up from the office chair and says that he can think of one thing, and reaches out to stroke her breasts with his hand. Janice flinches and takes a step back. No, he can’t ask her to do… that! She’s a married woman, she could never do that to her husband. Garrett shrugs and wonders out loud if her husband would be any happier to find out she’s a thief, and a liar, have to visit her in prison… Nearly in tears, Janice asks Garrett how he can be so cruel, to ask her to do this. Garrett simply shrugs and says ‘because I can.’ Janice makes Garrett swear that if she lets him have his way with her, he’ll back down with all his demands. He agrees he’ll back down… for now. He asks if they have a deal and she says yes. In an instant, he moves in on her with a sleazy grin still on his face.

The Bad Uncle Returns – Charles Dera & Jaye Summers & Emily Willis


THE BAD UNCLE RETURNS
UNCLE CONVINCES NIECE TO HELP LURE & SEDUCE HER YOUNGER SISTER

PREVIOUSLY ON PURE TABOO: This is the story about how Diana (Jaye Summers) really lost her virginity. He’d been her dad’s best friend for years. Uncle Joe (Charles Dera), as he called himself, had watched her grow up — and she was his princess, the niece he never had. But once Diana turned 18, something changed about Joe. His fondness for her turned into an obsession. So he came up with a plan to get her alone…

SCENE OPENS on present-day Diana and her Uncle Joe fucking in Joe’s spare bedroom on the bed, she is riding him cowgirl-style and clearly putting in a lot more work and enthusiasm. She gasps and moans in pleasure and calls out Uncle Joe’s name as she bounces up and down on his dick, while Joe mostly lies there and just offers a few generic grunts in reply. Diana seems to reach orgasm after a little while and then starts asking Joe to cum inside her – Diana exclaims that she can feel it and starts to slow and eventually stop.

She pulls off of him and collapses to his side on the bed, rolling over to snuggle up to him placing her arm on his chest. He doesn’t seem to reciprocate much. Diana tells her uncle that was great, but he corrects her – ‘it was fine,’ he says gruffly. She asks him what’s wrong, she did all his favorites for him! He waves her off, telling her yeah yeah, she was swell… he doesn’t seem to mean it. She sits up a bit and looks worriedly at him, did she do something wrong, or something? He looks at her with a serious expression and grips both sides of her head with his hands, playing lightly with her hair. ‘Listen ‘Princess’, no offense, but…’ he starts in a rude tone, the novelty’s kind of wearing off. She’s no longer a teenager and she’s certainly not a virgin anymore…

She asks him what she could do, what he wants her to do to make him happy. He looks her up and down, considering her, then pinches her cheek affectionately, saying she’s cute when she’s desperate. He asks about her younger step-sister, she must be getting around 18 these days, mustn’t she? Diana reluctantly says yeah, she just turned it a couple of months ago. And she’s a virgin, like Diana was? ‘…Yes,’ Diana admits. Uncle Joe looks pleased at himself for the idea and says yeah… yeah, that would do the trick alright. ‘Bring her here,’ he instructs her, and goes back to stroking her hair with one hand. She looks at him with reluctant subservience but doesn’t say anything in reply.

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CUT TO another day, where Diana and Cammy (Emily Willis) are greeted at the door by a much friendlier-seeming Uncle Joe. ‘There’s my princesses!’ he exclaims. He takes their bags from their hands and tosses them to the side, then welcomes them in. He gives Diana a brisk, business-like hug then moves on to Cammy, and hugs her for much longer. Wow, she laughs at how warmly he’s greeting her, uh hi Uncle Joe! Long time no see! Uncle Joe releases her from the hug but keeps his hands on her arms as he looks her up and down, remarking at how much she’s grown. He remembers when he used to come over to their house to visit their dad, and would pick her up for piggy-back rides like it was nothing, feels like only yesterday. Although he bets he could still do it! Without even waiting for permission, he scoops Cammy up in his arms and she yelps in surprise, then giggles in embarrassment. ‘Uncle Joe!’ she squeaks. Diana looks at them with a mix of jealousy and guilt.

Once she’s set down, Cammy starts to pick up her bag and Joe says no, let him take care of it! He turns back to Diana. Why doesn’t she give Cammy the tour, he says suggestively to her, while he gets all their things settled in their room. Then they can all meet up outside at the pool for a swim. A pool! Cammy squeaks with excitement, she can’t wait! Uncle Joe sidles up behind Diana and puts his hand firmly, ominously even, on her shoulder. Make sure the two of them don’t skimp on the tour, he says to her with fake innocence, take all the time they want. She nods obediently without looking back at him, and then slips her hand into Cammy’s. They scamper off, and Uncle Joe shoots a devious look at the bags.

CUT TO poolside, Uncle Joe is seated comfortably in a pool chair wearing his sunglasses when the two girls emerge from the house – Cammy is still wearing her original clothes while Diana is wearing a bikini. Uncle Joe? Cammy asks, he wouldn’t have happened to have seen her bathing suit when he brought the bags up to the room, did he? Uncle Joe feigns innocence and says no, he hardly touched the bags other than to bring them upstairs. Diana looks to Cammy and says see, she knew Uncle Joe wouldn’t know where it is, Cammy probably forgot to pack it. But Cammy swears she remembered putting it in her bag, it was one of the first things she packed – she was really excited to go swimming and absolutely didn’t want to forget. Oh, Uncle Joe says, well she shouldn’t let a little thing like that ruin her fun, now. She can just swim in her underwear, he suggests. Cammy seems a bit hesitant, but Uncle Joe says come on, between her step-sister and him being their dad’s best friend, they’re all practically family here – no need to be so bashful. O-okay, Cammy says, warming up to the idea as she sees they don’t seem to mind. She strips out of her clothes, revealing a white bra and panties underneath. ‘Atta girl, Uncle Joe says, don’t be shy. She flashes a grin at him and then jumps into the pool with a splash and a playful shriek. Unbeknownst to her, her white bra and panties once wet now show Uncle Joe a great view of her nubile teen body.

Uncle Joe catches Diana’s eye and shoots her a meaningful look and a tilt of his head towards Cammy. Diana looks back obediently and nods again slightly. She joins Cammy in the pool. ‘Hey Cammy,’ Diana calls out, does she remember when they used to play pool tag as kids? They should play that again! Cammy says that it might be a bit lame with just two people, and Diana taunts her, she’s just saying that because she knows she won’t be able to catch Cammy. Oh, it’s on! Cammy giggles and chases after Diana.

The two of them frolic in the water, laughing and giggling as they chase around the pool, splashing each other and trying to catch each other. Whenever Diana is ‘it’ and catches Cammy, she gets very handsy, giggling and hugging and pressing her body up against Cammy’s. Cammy takes a cue from her and starts to do the same. Soon the two of them are barely running or chasing at all, but rather wrestling each other in the pool. Diana even playfully lowers one of Cammy’s bra straps or tries to remove it, and Cammy gasps in happy shock and tries to get revenge by doing the same. Throughout, Uncle Joe watches them through his sunglasses with perverted interest.

Cammy remarks she’s getting hungry, and is going to fix herself a snack. She asks if Uncle Joe wants one and he jokes that he’s good, he’s got a couple of tasty morsels already right in front of him. Cammy looks weirded out for a moment then laughs the comment off saying that Uncle Joe is so silly, but behind her Diana shoots Uncle Joe a glare of concern.

Uncle Joe then watches, with no attempt to hide it, as Cammy steps out of the pool dripping wet and grabs a towel, heading back into the house. Diana steps out of the pool next and rushes up to Uncle Joe. He has to be more careful, she warns him quietly, he’s going to scare her off. They have to take things more slowly and get her warmed up to the idea, having sex with her dad’s best friend is one thing but sex with her own step-sister too – it’s going to make her freak if they don’t handle it carefully. Uncle Joe tells Diana she’d better make damn well sure that doesn’t happen, because he’s just starting to enjoy himself and he’s not in the mood to take things slow. So it’s up to Diana to make sure her sister behaves when the time comes. Diana wouldn’t want to disappoint him, would she? Diana timidly says she’ll do what she can. Uncle Joe gives her a smack on the ass and tells her to get going inside.

CUT TO late that night – both girls are dreaming sweet dreams, side by side in bedrolls on the floor. The bedroom door creaks open, and the light of the hall spills out into the dark bedroom. Uncle Joe’s feet step into frame. He looks the girls over hungrily, edging his way into the room to get a closer look at their teen bodies in their nightwear. He moves into the space in the middle of them both and, careful not to alert them, he settles in lying down between them. His attention goes straight to Cammy. He rolls onto his side to spoon her – she moans comfortably in her dreams. He holds her like that for several seconds, then feeling emboldened, he backs up slightly from her body and pulls his hard dick out from his boxer shorts. He strokes himself, inching as close as he can to Cammy without touching her again now that his dick’s out. He breathes heavily against her neck as he strokes himself. Sensing his presence, Cammy’s eyes flutter open. ‘D-Diana?’ she asks quietly and timidly, ‘is that you?’ No, princess, Uncle Joe says back in a low voice, it’s her Uncle Joe.

Cammy still seems a bit groggy, Uncle Joe? What is he doing h- … she rolls to her other side and sees him stroking himself and her eyes go wide. She calls out to Diana, get up, Uncle Joe is-! Diana’s eyes snap open and she instantly starts to reassure her, Cammy, it’s ok, it’s ok! Cammy doesn’t calm down right away, and tries to get Diana to realize what’s going on, but Diana tells her she knows. ‘What do you mean you know?’ Cammy asks, panicked. Diana explains that Uncle Joe has something he wants to share with the two of them, something very special. ‘No, but-‘ Cammy starts to protest, but Diana interrupts her. It’s okay, she tells her little sister, she’s going to like it, see? She grabs Uncle Joe’s hard dick in her hand, and then puts her mouth on it to suck it, looking Cammy right in the eyes as she does it and saying mmmm.

‘Diana, what are you-?!’ Cammy tries to say, but Diana pulls her mouth off of his dick and cuts her off again. See, Cammy? she says, moving his dick to point at her little sister now as if offering it to her. It’s no big deal, he just wants the two of them to thank him for his hospitality. Didn’t mom and dad teach them to show manners growing up? Cammy starts to get flustered and frustrated, but this isn’t right, she insists, this- ‘Cammy,’ Diana hisses, sounding a bit desperate. ‘You’re being rude! Uncle Joe invited us here, we’re guests in his home, and this is how he wants us to thank him. Quit being such a brat and just give him what he wants.’ Her tone softens, and she continues, saying that she promises Cammy will enjoy it. Just like Diana did.

Cammy’s eyes widen – like she did? Diana nods and says it makes Uncle Joe happy. It makes her happy too. Cammy looks from her sister to Uncle Joe, who’s staring intently at her. ‘What do you say, princess?’ he coaxes her and strokes her hair. ‘Don’t you wanna make your Uncle Joe happy?’ Cammy looks down at his dick, which he continues to stroke with his other hand. She says she guesses she can try, but she’s never done anything like this before. Uncle Joe tells her don’t worry, her big sister will show her everything she needs to know.

Caught Between – Penny Pax & Ryan McLane & Ricky Johnson


CAUGHT BETWEEN
Cheating Wife Takes Turns Fucking Her Husband And His Best Friend

SCENE OPENS on a young wife, Tess (Penny Pax), in the hallway of her residential house, wearing a fashionable billowing day-robe hurriedly tied together with a sash, glimpses of her lacy elegant underwear peeking out. She is ushering an attractive-looking and stylish man, Xavier (Ryan McLane), into a bedroom connected to the hall. She has a pensive, conflicted expression on her face as she heads into the room herself and closes the door behind her.

‘Are you sure nobody saw you?’ she starts to say as she closes the door and turns to face him, but she’s interrupted with a steamy, passionate kiss from Xavier, gripping her face with both hands and his body pinning hers against the door slightly. ‘I’ve been waiting all week for this,’ Xavier says in a low voice and moves back in for another kiss on the lips. Tess lets out a gasp of pleasure, but her face continues to look conflicted and her brow furrows with concern. She starts to lightly push on his shoulder or chest and tells him to wait. Xavier pulls back, confused, and asks her what’s wrong.

Tess explains that she can’t keep doing this with him anymore. Xavier grins and takes her by the waist, pulling her in slightly. That’s what she said the last three times she called him, he says suavely. She pulls away more emphatically this time and tells him to stop, and his smile drops. She says that she’s serious this time – it isn’t fair to Rick. Xavier moves in closer to her and says in a soft voice that he doesn’t care. How can he say that? Tess asks. Rick’s his best friend! Xavier replies so? It shouldn’t just be about what Rick wants. What about what HE wants? Or what SHE wants? This thing between them is real, it’s undeniable, why should they both be miserable just for the sake of someone else? ‘Because I still love him,’ Tess says desperately and adds that she can’t keep lying to him. It’s tearing her up inside.

Xavier points out that she’s going to have to keep lying to him anyways, she can’t just erase the past eight months. The lying isn’t going to end unless she tells Rick about ALL of it… Tess shakes her head no, it would break his heart, she could never do that to him. Xavier says that he could be the one to tell Rick, and then they could be together without anyone in the way. Tess tells Xavier no, nobody is telling Rick, the past is going to stay in the past where it belongs. Xavier asks then what’s the difference if they enjoy themselves this one more time or not? Tess struggles for an answer, but Xavier’s charms are working on her, and as his hands move sensually up and down her body, opening her robe to expose her underwear, she finds her resistance crumbling. This has to be the last time, she insists as she gives in and bends down, taking his cock out of his pants.

Just as she slips his dick into her mouth, the same familiar click of the front door lock from earlier can be heard. What was that? Tess says in a panic. Xavier says he didn’t hear anything, and tries to keep the moment going, but Tess pushes him off and remarks that she thought it sounded like the front door. Then from off-screen her husband Rick’s voice calls out ‘Tess? Honey?’ Tess says in a panicked whisper ‘Shit! It’s Rick!’ Rick remarks softly that he thought Rick wasn’t supposed to be home for hours, and Tess instructs Xavier to stay in the room and keep quiet. She rushes to retie her robe and straighten her hair before leaving the room.

Rick, sweetheart, she gushes as Rick (Ricky Johnson) rounds the corner into view, and she approaches him to give him a cordial kiss on the cheek – what is he doing home so early? He says he took a half-day and wanted to surprise her, he knows he’s been really busy with work lately and he wanted to make it up to her. Plus, he couldn’t stop thinking about her today. He leans in close and says he thought they could have some… intimate time together. Tess glances back nervously at the master bedroom door behind her and then back to her husband, and says she’s not sure she’s in the mood right now. Rick looks disappointed but understanding and says that it’s his fault, he thought it would be fun to surprise her but maybe it would have been better for him to call her first instead of spring it on her. He knows she doesn’t like to be as spontaneous as he does. He says it’s fine, at least they can still spend the day together, just let him change out of his work clothes and they can do whatever she wants with the rest of their day. He takes a step towards the bedroom to get undressed but she stops him. NO! Tess says suddenly, and then catches herself. She means no, actually he’s right, maybe they SHOULD be a bit more spontaneous. What if… they get a bit frisky in the guest bedroom instead? she suggests. Rick smiles but looks a bit confused, the guest bedroom? Tess smiles and plays with the tie draped around his neck – yeah, she says, why not a change of scenery to shake things up? Rick smiles and shrugs, sure, why not?

They go into the guest bedroom and begin to kiss. Just as things are getting intense, Tess comes up with an excuse to go to the master bedroom, saying that she wants to go and get Rick’s favorite lube. Rick is all for it, and Tess bounces out of the room. Tess enters the master bedroom where Xavier has been waiting impatiently on the bed. She hurries over to him and whispers that the coast is clear, she’s busy distracting Rick, but he’ll have to be quiet and sneak out the back door. Xavier seems stubborn, and in a quiet voice asks her how long is this going to go on for? Tess pleads with him and says she doesn’t have time for this conversation right now, he has to leave! Xavier stands up calmly, crosses his arms and says no. No? Tess asks in a panic. Xavier repeats no, he’s not leaving. If she doesn’t want to tell Rick, then he will. Rick can burst in and find him here for all he cares. Desperate, Tess asks him why he would do this, and Xavier says that he can’t stand the thought of her being in there with Rick, fucking him, because… ‘because I love you’. Tess is shocked, but firm in her resolve. She looks at Xavier and tells him he has to leave. Now.

Meanwhile, Ricky is getting tired of waiting for his wife and walks towards the master bedroom. He rounds the corner only to find…Tess, alone on the bed. Hi honey, she purrs. Tess tells him that she changed her mind and was waiting for him to find her all sprawled out for him. She quickly takes off her husband’s pants, helping herself to his huge cock. It doesn’t take long for him to slide that cock inside Tess’s tight pussy, fucking her hard. She squeals with ecstasy, jumping on top of him and riding his dick. He fucks her hard and deep, flipping her over and pounding her doggystyle before dropping a creamy load in her mouth. Kissing him softly, she leaves the room to clean up. Rick calls from the other room, telling her that he just got a call from work and has to go back. She leaves the room to kiss him goodbye, but doesn’t see…that Xavier is still there, hiding behind a door. Tess will find out soon enough that her lover never left…and he’s far from done with her…

Daughter’s Little Accident – Derrick Pierce & Kendra Spade


DAUGHTER’S LITTLE ACCIDENT
STEP-FATHER LECTURES HUMILIATED DAUGHTER AS SHE WETS HERSELF

SCENE OPENS on a teen girl, Kelly (Kendra Spade), who is getting a ride home when her friend calls her, telling her that her stepfather is looking for her. Kelly is beside herself with worry, telling her friend that she just had sex with her boyfriend, who came inside of her. As she gets closer to home, she tells her friend that she has to piss like a racehorse.

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She arrives home and tries to slip into the house quietly, but moments later her step-father (Derrick Pierce) comes rushing into the room from elsewhere in the house and says ‘There you are! I was worried sick!’ He explains that he tried reaching her several times on her cell phone but she didn’t answer. Kelly says sorry – she was at her boyfriend’s house and she must have lost track of time, she didn’t think it would be a big deal. Not a big deal? he scoffs throwing up his hands in exaggeration, for all he knew ANYTHING could have happened to her, she could have been hurt or abducted or who knows what kind of trouble! She couldn’t have even sent a text? Aren’t teenagers her age supposed to be glued to their phones? Her battery was low, Kelly tells him trying to calm him down, so she didn’t have it out – but it’s fine, nothing happened to her, see? She gives a cute twirl and shows herself off for him to see that she’s okay. So he can relax already! She walks to move past him but he stops her, clearly not done saying his peace. ‘I’m not the bad guy here, Kelly!’ he says, he and her mom just worry about her, that’s all! Kelly clearly looks a bit annoyed and impatient, nothing bad happened, so can they PLEASE pick this back up a bit later? She had a large smoothie and she really has to –

‘It’s the principle of the thing, Kelly!’ he says exasperated, clearly not letting this go. He continues to lecture her, and as he does she starts to squirm in place – not noticeably at first, but it gets more and more obvious the more her dad talks. Before long she’s clearly doing the ‘pee pee dance’ of holding her legs together and shifting from side to side to try to hold it in.

By now, Kelly is desperately holding it in, and although her dad’s sentiments are touching, she’s barely able to register them. He moves in to give her a make-up hug, but she pushes him back because she feels she could burst any moment. ‘Kelly,’ her father says with hurt pride, ‘I was just trying to tell you how I feel!’ Kelly interrupts him – ‘no, dad, it’s not that,’ she says in a strained voice as she tries to back away from him, ‘it’s just that – oh no – ohhhhh…!’

As she groans and gasps, the first sign of a wet spot appears at her crotch, trickling down her pant leg. She looks down in surprise, then back up to meet her father’s gaze – she’s completely mortified. Her father watches in horror as the wet spot darkens and spreads across her pants, golden liquid dripping and streaming through the fabric as she pees herself uncontrollably. She gives in to the feeling of release, with no choice but to let it all out by now, her hands awkwardly hovering around her waist with uncertainty since there’s not anything she can do to stop it from happening. She pees herself to empty, and as the last ounces trickle out of her, she and her father stare wordlessly at each other in shock.

Kelly, standing there pants soaked with urine, and her father continue to stare at each other, their mouths agape in utter shock but unable to form any words. Kelly is the first to break, trying to cover herself up in shame and says ‘d-dad…’ Instantly, her father goes into parent mode and tries to console her, even though he seems somewhat fazed by the whole display. I-it’s fine, he says, and starts to step towards her and then stops short when he remembers the puddle at her feet. They’ll just… clean it up, he says trying to stay calm. It’s fine. He gestures for her to come towards him – ‘first, let’s get you out of those wet clothes…’

Kelly shuffles over to him, still embarrassed and somewhat in shock. She stands there helplessly and seeing this her dad takes pity on her and his parental instincts take over. He hesitantly touches the pants at the waist to help her loosen them and then peel them off her, squatting down holding the pants at her ankles and asking her to lift one leg then the other. He holds her leg to support her balance as she lifts the other leg up, and then does the same for the opposite foot. He timidly pushes the pants just enough to the side to get them out of the way. He stands up and is flustered to see her in her soaked panties – oh dear, he says with a sigh, and says he supposes those should come off too. ‘Dad, no!’ Kelly protests but he points out that she can’t go walking around the house in clothing dripping with pee, what if it gets into the carpets? That would be a nightmare to clean up! Better to keep everything contained to here, at least the floor will be easy enough to mop up. Kelly reluctantly agrees and blushes with embarrassment as her father’s hands wrap around her waist and peel off her panties next. He stands up and tries not to look at her naked bottom half as he surveys the damage. Oh Kelly, he sighs gently, this is quite the mess she’s made. Kelly buries her head in her hands, saying this is the worst thing that’s EVER happened to her. Oh and look, her father moans in dismay, it’s still all over her legs too – she’d better try to not move around too much until she’s cleaned off a bit, he’ll go get a towel.

He leaves the room and the sounds of the tap running can be heard in the other room. He returns a few seconds later with a wet hand-towel. Oh boy, he says as he gets on his knees and starts wiping down her pee-soaked legs, she’s really given him his work cut out for him. ‘Oh, god, I’m so sorry dad…’ Kelly groans. Her father looks up to say something to her, and then realizes he’s looking straight up at her exposed pussy. At first he gets flustered and tries to avert his gaze, just telling her ‘it’s okay, sweetheart,’ turning back to the task at hand, but as he continues to wipe her legs he stares back up, eager for extra peeks. He even subtly starts to spread her legs further apart as he wipes them, so that he can get a better view. Soon, he’s staring up the entire time. He decides to get a bit more daring, bringing the cloth to her inner thighs and making his way up. ‘There, isn’t that better?’ he remarks. Kelly blushes and says yeah. He asks timidly, does she mind if he wipes her… you know… She looks a bit uncomfortable at the thought, and says she doesn’t know if he should. Come on sweetheart, he says in a more confident, more parental voice, ‘let dad get you all nice and clean again…’ Timidly, she says okay.

He begins to wipe it gently with the towel, and at first Kelly looks a bit uncomfortable with the situation. Is this ok? her father asks as he moves the towel gently across her pussy. Y-yeah, Kelly stutters, it feels okay. He starts moving the towel purposefully more sensually across her pussy lips, causing her to shudder and gasp slightly. Oops, sorry, he says with feigned innocence. He goes back to wiping normally for a few seconds, then makes another move to cause her to shudder and moan accidentally.

‘Dad, I think we should stop,’ Kelly says bashfully. Why, what’s the matter, sweetheart? her father asks innocently. Kelly squirms a bit and says that she feels funny, that’s all. Her father looks at her sternly and lectures her, ‘now be honest, Kelly, we don’t lie to each other in this family.’ Kelly squirms a bit but admits that it was starting to feel… good. Her father says that’s great then, that means she’s feeling better about her little accident. But she shakes her head no, that’s not what she meant, she means him touching her felt good. But it shouldn’t! He’s her –

‘Shh, shh, shh…’ her step-father says comfortingly. It’s alright, he says, don’t worry about any of that. Just let dad take care of her. He can make her feel better if she lets him. Doesn’t she want dad to make her feel all better again? As he coaxes her, he’s rubbing his hand against her thigh affectionately, and she gives in to his warm touch. Yes, dad, she says shyly, she wants that, but what about mom? What about – …he interrupts her again, saying not to worry about any of that. Let dad take care of it all…

Seven Minutes In Hell – Jaye Summers & Zac Wild


SEVEN MINUTES IN HELL
SHY TEEN CAUGHT, HUMILIATED & RECORDED FUCKING IN PUBLIC

Laura (Jaye Summers) sits alone on a set of stairs and watches quietly as a party carries on. It’s late into the night at this point, and what was presumably started as a crowded, high energy event has started to wind down as most of the partygoers have left by now, the basement littered with red cups, beverage bottles, bowls of chips, and a general state of messiness left behind. The 10 or so teens who remain are chilling around the room as party music plays softly in the background, most talking in twos or small groups with Laura being the odd one out. One of the guys bounds down the stairs excitedly holding a red cup filled with liquid in each hand, brushing into Laura as he passes and almost spilling the beverages on her, and she makes an uncomfortable face as he passes her unapologetically.

Laura continues to sit in silence for a little while, and it becomes clear that she’s not just watching the party, but staring at one guy in particular – Vince (Zac Wild) – as he laughs and jokes along with a pretty girl across the room. She looks on with a bit of envy, clearly wishing she could take the place of the girl he’s talking to.

Just then, her fixation on him is broken when Janet, the party host and Laura’s best friend, gets everybody’s attention by flashing her tits. She laughs and says good, now that she’s got everybody’s attention, it’s time to bring some life back into this party – who’s up for a game of Seven Minutes In Heaven? Everyone groans and mocks her for such a dumb suggestion. She explains that they’re all 18 here so this isn’t going to be some lame-ass PG-13 kiss on the lips shit – anything goes as long as both people consent to it. She holds up a fistful of ripped paper scraps and waves them in the air – she’s written down everybody’s name on the paper – yeah, EVERYBODY she says as a couple of the teens chuckle nervously – and she’s going to pull out one guy’s name and one girl’s name. And they know the rest!

Janet quickly divides the scraps of paper into two hats, and then pulls two strips of paper out of the hat. She announces the two names, Felicia and Brad – Felicia being the girl that Vince was talking to earlier – and the two of them look at each other with nervous smiles and shrugs. Janet tells them the clock is ticking as she starts a stopwatch app on her cell phone and then urges Brad and Felicia upstairs and starting the countdown. ‘Have fun, you two lovebirds!’ Janet mocks before heading back to the others who have settled back into party mode.

Janet looks around the room and sees Laura sitting by herself, and comes and sits next to her on the stairs. How is she liking the party so far? It’s fine, Laura replies. Liar, Janet says. She knows Laura’s been moping around staring at Vince all night and hasn’t said a word to him. Laura blushes, is it that obvious? Janet says absolutely, she’s just lucky that everyone their age is so self-centered that nobody has noticed. Laura ducks her head in her arms and moans, why can’t she just talk to him? Janet tells Laura that it’s easy, she just has to get up and say hi to him. Men like women that are forward.

After a minute or two of them talking, Felicia bursts out of the connected room. ‘Boooo!’ Janet says holding up her phone and pointing at it, they still had almost 5 minutes left! Felicia says nonchalantly that Brad was too hairy, it was disgusting, and she returns to the party without looking back. Brad comes back out the room too with an embarrassed shrug and tries to play it off as fine, some girls like a guy with a hairy chest. Felicia jokes that she wasn’t talking about his chest, and the rest of the partygoers ooh and laugh at Brad.

Janet gets back up and pulls out the next two pieces of paper. She opens the first one up, and we see it says ‘Vince’. She calls out his name and he raises his fists triumphantly, and a couple of his buddies wolf-whistle him in encouragement. Janet opens up the next slip of paper, and we can see the name ‘Janet’ written on it, but she closes it quickly without anybody else seeing it. ‘Laura!’ she calls out. Laura looks up, flustered, and says she didn’t think she was playing. Janet says of course, she told them that EVERYONE was playing. Laura tries to excuse herself, saying she’s fine sitting out, maybe Felicia would want to take her place since she didn’t use her full time… but as she’s saying this, Vince looks at Laura with a charming smile and tells her he likes the pairing as it is. Laura stutters, and Vince says reassuringly not to worry, he won’t bite. C’mon! Laura is wide-eyed and almost speechless, but she nods okay and gets up to follow him into the room. Janet closes the door with a mischievous grin and starts the timer.

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Vince turns to Laura and asks so, where should they start? Laura blushes and says he doesn’t have to do anything if he doesn’t want to, they can just talk… or even not talk, if he’d rather. Vince asks her why on earth he wouldn’t want to do something with her? She’s one of the cutest girls in school. Laura looks surprised to hear it, and says that she didn’t think he even knew who she was. He’s hardly ever talked to her. Vince explains that he didn’t want to screw up his chances or give her a bad impression by coming on too strong, she seemed like the type who didn’t like rowdy guys, and likes to keep to herself. He was waiting for her to make the first move. Laura blushes and says oh, she had no idea. Vince grins and says he guesses fate must have put them together tonight. Laura tells him she doesn’t mind if he comes on her… comes on to her! she corrects herself with embarrassment. Vince smirks and says he could even do both. Laura gasps and giggles nervously. Vince asks if she does really want to JUST talk. Laura shakes her head no, she wants more than that. Good, Vince replies, he does too.

They’re still in there! Kyle laughs as he, Janet and perhaps one or two other partygoers huddle around quietly after several minutes of not having heard from the two upstairs. Janet smirks and says she knows, it’s already been like ten minutes, things must be going well. Kyle mentions that there’s only one way to find out. Janet gets serious, no, hey, Kyle, don’t even think about it. Kyle has already started to walk away and says don’t worry, he’s not going to interrupt them, he’s just going to stick his head in for a quick peek. After all, what if he’s hurting her or something? Janet tells him that’s not funny and Kyle says he’s serious, wouldn’t Janet rather be safe than sorry? Janet reluctantly admits he has a point. Thank you! Kyle says arrogantly, and creeps upstairs to the door of the bedroom. He opens it quietly and edges his way through the door and into the room.

He sees that Vince and Laura are mid-fucking and stifles a laugh. Oh shit! he says to himself. He watches them fuck for a good solid minute, intrigued and bemused, as Laura is being very vocal, telling Vince don’t stop, keep going. Finally, Kyle sneaks back out. ‘They’re totally fucking!’ he says in a loud excited whisper, not just to Janet but to the whole room. Janet looks pissed at Kyle for telling everyone, but several others in the room start to gather towards him to gossip. Is he serious? Vince, with HER? Isn’t she a virgin though? and so on. Kyle relishes at being the one to tell them what he saw, how she was practically begging him for his dick. Janet looks increasingly upset, and tries to get them to respect Laura’s privacy, but others in the group insist that they want to see too, they won’t believe it until they see it. Slowly, people start to gather towards the bedroom, as shy Laura unsuspectingly continues to enjoy her seven minutes in heaven with her crush, unaware of the hell that’s about to unleash.

Fool Me Once – Abella Danger & Jax Slayher


FOOL ME ONCE…
OBSESSED STALKER TEEN LURES UNSUSPECTING CRUSH INTO SEX TRAP

SCENE OPENS on a teen, Kimberly, as she unlocks the door to her house and lets in her companion, a handsome young man, Jamal, only a few years older than her. They are both wearing gym clothes with gym bags slung over their shoulders, and are sipping on smoothies as they engage in lively small talk. They seem to have great chemistry together. Jamal remarks that Kimberly has a really nice place, and she replies that her family is pretty well off so when it came time that she wanted to move out on her own when she turned 18, her parents paid for everything. She jokes that she always gets what she wants, and Jamal suavely asks her what it is she wants right now. ‘You’ll see,’ Kimberly says teasingly. She leads him in to the living room and invites him to get comfortable.

Jamal asks Kimberly how long she’s been going to that gym, and she says she joined probably about two months ago? What a coincidence, Jamal says, it’s been about two months for him too. He remarks that they seem to have similar schedules too, he jokes that it feels like he’s seen her almost every time he’s been there. And yet it took him this long to come up and say hi? Kimberly asks with a smirk. Jamal chuckles and says he likes to take things slow but that Kimberly definitely caught his eye right away. Kimberly asks him what about her caught his eye right away? With a laugh and a gesture towards her whole body, Jamal asks besides the obvious? Well, he did actually also happen to notice she was wearing a t-shirt of his favorite band. Kimberly seems surprised, that band is his favorite? It’s hers too! They both gush about the band for a bit, and compare some other bands they like as well as listing off other favorites, like favorite foods and colors. Both of them seem excited and shocked to learn how many interests and activities they have in common.

Kimberly mentions it’s crazy it took them so long to meet each other with so much in common, and that they should do one of their shared activities together sometime. This encourages Jamal to turn on the charm, and he hints to Kimberly that he bets there’s one other activity they could do if she’s interested. Kimberly takes the hint and flirts back, saying that he read her mind. That’s exactly what she wants, right now. ‘And you always get what you want, right?’ Jamal asks with a smile as he leans in closer to her. ‘You bet I do,’ Kimberly replies. Their faces are inches away, and there’s a moment of electric tension before they close the gap and start kissing intensely, with tongue. Jamal’s hands move over Kimberly’s upper body, feeling her up over her clothes as they make out.

After a good half-minute, Kimberly breaks away. She tells him she just wants to freshen up for a second in the bathroom before they go further, and Jamal says no problem. He jokes that she knows where to find him when she gets back. Kimberly laughs and makes her way to the bathroom. Once there, she closes the door and pulls out her phone with a greedy, secretive look on her face.

Kimberly wets her finger with her tongue and slips it down her pants to finger her pussy teasingly for a few seconds as she stares at her phone, pleasuring herself to the voyeuristic pictures she’d taken of Jamal from a previous day. Then she closes the phone and puts it back away, and opens up her bathroom drawer. She pulls out a sterile specimen cup, the seal not yet broken, and hides it discreetly in her hand behind her back. She gives a quick check in the mirror of her appearance, and then leaves the bathroom, turning off the light and closing the door behind her, shutting out the camera as we catch a last glimpse of the specimen cup in her hand.

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Kimberly comes back to the couch and says she hopes Jamal wasn’t kept waiting too long. Jamal says he likes to take things slow, remember? He’d only ever get with a woman he thinks is worth waiting for. Kimberly remarks that he’s quite the gentleman… but she hopes he knows how to be a bit of an animal too. Jamal boasts that he can be as nasty as she wants him to be. Kimberly stealthily tucks the specimen cup behind her back somewhere nearby but out of sight, and then straddles his lap instead of taking her seat back beside him. Her ass sticks out teasingly in this position, and Jamal puts his hands firmly on either side of her ass over her clothes and starts groping her cheeks as they resume making out. Kimberly encourages him to keep being nasty and playfully calls Jamal ‘Mr. Williams’ , at which point Jamal slows for a second and remarks that he doesn’t remember ever telling her his last name, did he? Kimberly lies and says she overheard the greeter at the gym call him that one time, and Jamal believes her.

They continue to kiss and grope each other as Kimberly straddles Jamal. He peels her top off revealing her sports bra, and plays with lowering her pants and tugging teasingly at her thong. Kimberly also lifts Jamal’s shirt up and eventually off. As she traces her finger along his facial hair, she remarks that she likes it way better than when he was completely shaven, she finds it way more sexy and distinguished. Jamal chuckles but it quickly turns to nervous laughter, and he takes her hand in his and pulls it back. He hasn’t been completely shaven for four months, he says. But she’s only seen him for two months. Kimberly casually tries to convince him that no, he definitely was completely shaven at the gym, she remembers he had it when he took that spin class she was in. Yeah, Jamal says, at his old gym. He hasn’t taken any classes since he joined the new gym. Right, Kimberly continues as if nothing is wrong, his old gym across the street from his house. He doesn’t remember her from there too? Jamal’s voice grows more concerned and he says no, he doesn’t. But more importantly, how does she know where he lives? Kimberly doesn’t have an answer, and Jamal tosses her off his lap and spits out the truth – she’s some kind of fucking stalker or something, isn’t she?!

Jamal realizes more and more how much Kimberly had fooled him. He gets up to get farther away from her. All that stuff she said they had in common, that was just bullshit, wasn’t it, she’s just like obsessed with him or some shit. Kimberly gets up too to try to close the distance between them. She swears that no, maybe it’s true she hadn’t tried most of that stuff before meeting Jamal but once she found out what he liked, she started learning more about it all and she really does love it. Jamal calls her a crazy bitch, she just stalked him and invaded his privacy and then tried to trick him into fucking her. He’s getting the hell out of here.

Desperate, Kimberly tells him he can’t go. Jamal says ‘Watch me,’ and pushes past her, snatching up his shirt from the couch. Kimberly hesitates for a moment, but seeing she has no other choice, she blurts out that she’ll tell everyone all his secrets if he leaves. He stops, but is reluctant to believe her. What secrets, he asks. ‘Gloria’ she replies, and Jamal’s shocked that she knows about his wife. Also about Sarah, a mistress… Kimberly can tell Gloria all about his weekly trips to the motel at the next PTA meeting for his son…

Jamal keeps from shouting, though it’s clear that he’s barely holding back his anger. She’s fucking crazy, does she know that? Like seriously unhinged. How can she say she loves him, and then threaten to ruin his life? Kimberly insists that Jamal only has two options: making love to her or Gloria finding out all about Sarah. Jamal shakes his head again and mutters another insult about how fucked up this is under his breath, then says ‘Let’s just get this over with…’ He pushes her face-down onto the couch since he doesn’t even want to see her face while he does what he has to do.

What Happened to My Sister? – Small Hands & Jill Kassidy & Steve Holmes


What Happened To My Sister?
BROTHER COMES HOME FROM TRIP TO DISCOVER STEP-SISTER IS FUCKING DAD

SCENE opens inside a taxi cab, as it pulls to a stop. A young man named Rick (Small Hands) stands waiting on the curb, his backpack and a gift bag in hand. He has just arrived home from a trip across the US to ‘discover himself,’ as his father (Steve Holmes) puts it. He gets inside the cab. After giving the address and setting off, Rick and the driver small talk about his trip along the way: places he went, things he saw, and where he’s headed now — back home to his family before starting a job at his father’s company in the fall. The driver makes a joke about having to go home to mom and Rick laughs. No, no mom. It’s just his dad, his dad’s wife, and his step-sister Josie (Jill Kassidy). He really missed her, and it was just her birthday, so he is excited to give her the gift he found on his travels! The taxi driver says that it’s always good to be a big brother while Rick stares off into the distance.

When he enters his home, he is surprised to find it empty. He calls out to his dad, to Deena, his dad’s wife, and to Josie. But nobody replies. Mildly concerned, he walks through the house until he starts to hear sounds coming from his father’s bedroom. Assuming it’s his father and step-mom, he makes a face and turns to leave when, suddenly, he hears his step-sister’s voice. ‘Daddy …. Daddy please,’ she moans from behind the door. Rick freezes. In horror, he slowly opens the door to reveal Josie bent over the bed being penetrated by his father! The father grunts and thrusts as Josie takes him all in, moaning with pleasure and calling him daddy. Rick can’t believe what he is seeing … yet he can’t look away. Where is his step-mom? What the fuck is his dad thinking? He spies on them for a few moments, trying to take it all in, when suddenly Josie makes eye contact with him. The step-siblings stare at each other. But, instead of reacting, Josie just keeps getting fucked until Rick feels so uncomfortable that he turns away and storms out of the hallway.

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Rick sits, arms folded, on the couch when his father enters the room. ‘Son,’ he exclaims, surprised. ‘I didn’t realize you were coming home today.’ He tries to give Rick a big hug, but his son is standoffish. ‘Where’s Deena?’ he asks curtly. His father makes a face, struggling to think of how to respond, when Josie enters the room. Acting normal, she rushes up and hugs her big brother, giving him a kiss on the cheek and saying how much she missed him. Is that gift bag for her?! He pulls away. ‘Where’s Deena?’ he asks again accusingly. Josie and his father exchange knowing looks before his father smiles and pats his son on the shoulder. ‘A lot has happened while you were away, son,’ he says.’Josie has made a lovely dinner! How about we all sit down and talk about it like a family?’

CUT to Josie putting a bowl of pasta on the table, as Rick’s father tries to engage his son in awkward small talk about Deena. Josie takes out some napkins and unfolds one in her step-father’s lap, her fingers grazing his crotch, which makes Rick snap. ‘Are you fucking kidding me? Sit down!’ Josie slumps down meekly while Rick’s father bites his lip and struggles to keep calm. He tells his son that, after much consideration, he and Deena have decided to separate. ‘Why?’ Rick asks. ‘Does it have anything to do with the fact you’re fucking my little sister?’ He yells, standing up. Josie begs him to sit down. ‘Josie is your step-sister, Rick,’ his father corrects him. Did the father even wait until she was 18? Yes, of course he did. They both agreed to wait until she was a grown woman. They love each other!

Rick looks at his sister and asks how she could betray her own mother like that? How could she destroy their family like that? How could she do this to him? Josie, who has been growing emotional throughout the entire fight, ends up storming out of the room in tears. The men are left alone to stare at each other. Rick’s father looks very disappointed. ‘Are you happy now, making your sister cry? She and I have chosen to be together. Whether you like it or not, this is our family now!’ He storms off too, leaving Rick alone. He can’t help but feel guilty for making his sister cry.

CUT to Josie’s bedroom. She lays hugging a pillow when Rick knocks on the door and asks to come in. He is holding the gift bag which he gently rests on the dresser. At first, she gives him the cold shoulder, but crumbles as soon as he sits down beside her to apologize. She buries herself in his arms and pleads with him not to be mad at her. It’s been a very overwhelming summer and he doesn’t know how many times she just wished he had been home to help her through it. Rick asks Josie to explain what’s really going on. It seems as if he’s come home to a madhouse.

Josie wipes her eyes and tells him that, over the past few months, things between her and her mom have been bad. She kept getting jealous of Josie, especially the way his father looked at her. She began to accuse Josie of being flirtatious and trying to steal her man. Finally, it got to a point where Josie was so angry, she decided to just do it. To prove a point. Rick’s father has always been pushover, it didn’t take much to get his dick out. Then one day, Deena walked in on them having sex. It was a joke. ‘But Deena didn’t take it as a joke, did she?’ Rick asks. Josie shakes her head. ‘I thought it’d be funny! I didn’t think she’d actually leave us,’ she replies. ‘It doesn’t sound very funny to me,’ Rick says as he puts his head in his hands. ‘So, are you in love with my dad?’ He asks. She shrugs. ‘I mean, I love him. He’s like my dad too.’ She nudges closer to her step-brother. ‘But I really just want to stay here so I can be close to you!’

They look at each other, their lips inches apart. Rick shakes his head and tells her that he is feeling very fucked up. Although he feels betrayed, with the way she gazes at him pleadingly, something wells up inside of Rick. He finally jumps her, unable to contain his feelings for her any longer — no matter how angry he is.