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Step Sister Corruption Part 104 – Day 69 A Mother’s Confession (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

*Gabe*

God do I hate dressing up.

Stupid me for agreeing to mom’s offer of a mother son dinner.

I should have accepting her offer of going to AC’s or Adult Cave. It’s an all around family restaurant arcade and fun zone….on the main floor.

The second floor is more for the adults only.

Only problem is I’m not 21 to enjoy the adult section though I’ve heard rumors it’s bad ass. A complete guy’s wet dream….whatever that means.

And it’s always fucking packed.

Meaning it was too loud for whatever mom wants to get off her chest hence going to her favorite restaurant….Rail House.

Rail house is one of *the* most expensive steak houses in our fair city.

It was even ranked number four for the top steak houses in the United States. So good that various celebrities and big wigs have been known to visit this place.

It so much of a fancy place it’s always quiet and fucking expensive.

And like any fancy place…..one has to dress up to be here. Read more »

Blackmail 12 – Mr Interested (F, blackmail, fiction)

I sat in one of the VIP rooms that *Mr. Interested* paid for a full hour netting me $2600 after paying my portion for the VIP room of $200 for every 30 minutes it is used. So for an hour I paid $400 from my $3000 bringing my pay to $2400 which for an hour is not bad in my mind.

*Mr. Interested* sat down and smiled at me.

I stood in front of him about to do my thing seeing how he paid so much money but he made me blink in confusion as he spoke, “Please Ms. Tasty if you could sit so we can talk.”

He laughed as he saw my confusion before he spoke, “Relax I’m only here to talk to you.”

I folded my arms before I shrugged, “Whatever it’s your money that you’re wasting.”

So I sat down in the chair next to *Mr. Interested* where he was scrumptiously lounging on the couch.

He smiled at me, “So should I call you Ms. Tasty or Ms. Stucky?”

Once again I blinked this time in shock instead of confusion. Ok I was a little confused as to how he knew my real name. Read more »

[MF] Roscoe’s Cock-sucking Hindu Girl

Sex Rituals of Roscoe Forthright [https://jeremiah-moze.vids.io/videos/a79dddb11511e1c52e/grimoire-sex-rituals-mp4](https://jeremiah-moze.vids.io/videos/a79dddb11511e1c52e/grimoire-sex-rituals-mp4)

[MF] Only 43 human females have tasted my semen.

Followers of Roscoe Forthright https://sproutvideo.com/videos/449dddbe171ee5cccd Read more »

[MF] Amber Is Pumped from Behind

Sexual Evangelism
https://jeremiah-moze.vids.io/videos/069ddcb71d19e1c78f/sexual-evangelism-mp4

Behind Sierra, Roscoe reaches down holding her small breasts in his hands, teasing her erect nipples. Reaching behind her fanny, Sierra holds Roscoe’s erect cock in one hand, squeezing it in a pulsing rhythm. Roscoe is breathing hard, panting, ready to come. Being completely familiar with Roscoe’s cock, Sierra relaxes her grip, touching the shaft lightly. Sierra knows how to keep Roscoe on the cusp of orgasm, as she feels the cockhead swell fully, and retract slightly, then swell full again. She keeps this going for several minutes, until Roscoe says: “It is time. Take my cream in your mouth. Let me come inside you.”

In that moment, as Roscoe fills Sierra’s mouth with semen, a rift opens above the altar. The blue-green oval widens, electric strands burst from the edges, lashing out in all directions. Within the oval, Roscoe sees a vision of Azoth. It is summertime there, flowers in full bloom. After swallowing Roscoe’s cream and cleaning her face with a moist towel, Sierra turns to watch the rift. This portal between our world and Azoth, floats three feet above the altar, filling the Temple with silver-blue light. The oval, now four feet wide and six feet high, emanates sound, like human or angelic voices, a celestial choir. Roscoe and Sierra put their robes back on, fastening leather belts securely around their waist.
They step up on the altar barefooted, and pass through the portal.
The two step out onto a summer lawn, the park with deer where Roscoe had previously been, they notice a playful faun or satyr in the distance, close a the wooden gazebo, the goat-footed fellow is— well, boinking boinking boinking Amber from behind!! And Gina is helping! Read more »

[MF] Icelandic Girls Helps Boys Jack-It

[Bea Seadottir](https://jeremiah-moze.vids.io/videos/119dddb71816eec898/bea-seadottir-mp4) Read more »

[MF] German Girl’s Vaginal Joy

[I Bring Forth My Vaginal Joy](https://jeremiah-moze.vids.io/videos/069dddb51b16e9c58f/girls-worship-the-sacred-jizz-mp4)

From darkness I bring forth my love. From darkness I bring forth my vaginal joy. I bring forth my love and my vaginal joy, for Master Roscoe Forthright.My body is fully aroused for the Master. My mind is fully aroused for the Master. My spiritual being is fully aroused for the Master. I offer my vaginal fluid and my orgasms, and receive generous waves of joy, and receive generous waves of pleasure. From Roscoe Forthright I receive joy, pleasure, practical advice and wisdom.From darkness I bring forth my love. From darkness I bring forth my vaginal joy. I bring forth my love and my vaginal joy, for Master Roscoe Forthright.The Master holds my breasts in strong hands, pulls my nipples erect, and kisses me, as my vagina tingles slippery wet. Weed eases the tense fiction of unholy people, the people who wish to make me a slave.Marilyn Monroe rides on my shoulder to remind me of the absurd fiction, which people call Western Civilization. Our current civilization is a cluster-fuck of lies perpetuated by people who wish desperately to enslave us, to enslave us all, all seven point six billion of us! The handful of powerful people consider the rest of us cattle.To understand this, is to beginning of wisdom. To understand this is the only way to preserve free will, freedom of choice, and all freedoms intelligent people require to live joyful lives. We must understand the dangers, before we can defend ourselves.When the Master holds my breasts in strong hands, pulls my nipples erect, and kisses me, as my vagina tingles slippery wet, I know dangers can be met, defeated, and forgotten. Read more »

[Fiction] [Choose Your Own Adventure] I’m an employee at a privately owned research facility in Antarctica. One week ago, I lost contact with the rest of the facility. Part 1

My name is Gwen. For the last two and a half years, I’ve spent my days working at Baewulf, a privately owned and funded research facility in Antarctica. I work as maintenance, doing mostly simple things like replacing lights, basic plumbing, things like that. All of the more serious stuff was taken care of by my supervisor, Jason.

Although the facility is quite large, it’s staffed primarily by only a few dozen people. It’s a rather remote location, so we all live on site. The work conditions can be harsh, as expected, but the pay is phenomenal. The food and living expenses are all taken care of, so the idea is to work here for a couple of years or so, and take your bounty back home and live comfortably off of it for as long as you like. Or get another job when you get home, and have something you can fall back on. At least, that WAS the plan. Read more »

A future where everyone gets vasectomies at 18. (M)

It was the week of your 18th birthday, you’d had a modest party to celebrate coming of age with your friends and family, but now you found yourself at the medical centre, waiting in a small room. You’d been preparing for this day for a while. A few appointments a month or two ago, looking up online others experiences and reading all the literature given to you by the doctors. You were only a little nervous, besides, over 100,000 people turn 18 every week in the US and have one of the procedures done, and there were very few risks and complications.

“Are you ready?” A voice called from the doorway. It woke you from your daydream. It was the doctor, beckoning you to follow her through.

“Yes.” You replied as you stood and stepped through into the next room.

It was dim compared to the waiting room before, a medical bed sat centrally in the room with a large display panel in the direction the bed was facing. A small door to the side was ajar to what must have been the control room. Above the bed was a device on rails attached to the ceiling. Well not just a device, ‘The Device’. Read more »