The Audit
Meet Zoe Daniels, throat goat, soul snatcher, cock gobbler.
Three years ago when she turned 18, Zoe took the firm decision to become an only Fans model. Distraught and refusing to live with her choices, her extremely religious mother throws her out of the home she grew up in.
This doesn't stop the soul snatcher. Three years later, Zoe boasts of fifty thousand subscriptions to her channel, and is living the life she had always envisioned for herself.
That is until she gets a call from her mother, the same woman who threw her into the street.
Things have changed. Her mother, a member of a board in a prestigious company has been accused of fraud and is in jail facing a minimum of thirty years. In the cell, her mother presents the problem to her, she has an appeal case coming up and can only win if she presents evidence that shows that she is innocent.
The problem?
Zoe has to use her skills as an only Fans model and her beautiful body to sneak the truth out of the five men in the board who conspired against her mother.
The very lifestyle her mother condemned is now the only thing that can save her.
Their kinks, her weapons, a debt that needs to be paid.
Can the throat goat win the race against time and save her mother?
P.s: whenever you see an OnlyFans model, account or logo, I want you to think of my story. :-)
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Chapter: Chapter Five: Spilled wine and Silk trapsZACHARIAH “Oh, Zach…go faster.”My wife's voice was a slippery moan as my barely erect manhood rammed into her from behind, the sound of flesh striking flesh renting the air. I closed my eyes as I tried to imagine that it was someone else but not my wife, Nadia, that I was fucking in the semi dark room. I mean, don't get me wrong, I loved my wife. She had an excellent sex drive, one that matched mine. But the reality was that no matter how hard I tried, I was never sexually satisfied by her. “Oh, Zach, there! Right there!”I felt the insides of her pussy clench as I dug deeper, my eyes slightly closed, my hands grasping her waist as I did what I would call my husband “duties.”She let out a primal sound as I increased my pace, unaware of the fact that my eyes were closed, that I was in the room with her, but at the same time, I was somewhere else. My eyes shut, I imagined that I was in a hotel room, a slim, sweaty brunette behind me, her fingers deep inside my ass hole as her o
Last Updated: 2026-02-08
Chapter: Chapter Four: Target Practice, the hunter and the preyZOEI stared at the last picture the entire board had taken together before my mother was bundled to prison based on a lie. I stared from one man's face to another, the rage inside of me mounting as I observed that they were all smiling, looking untouchable in their various tuxedos. After my mother's rejection of my choices, I thought I knew hatred, but this was a new discovery. I didn't even know any of the five men staring at the camera before me personally, but I already hated each and everyone of them. They had ganged up against an innocent woman just so they could have the company to themselves. The guts to perpetrate such an act. Did they have no conscience at all?The doorbell rang, the shrill sound interrupting my hate spell and wiping the look of disdain off my face. I opened it, and hugged Tristan as soon as I saw the familiarity of his smile. “Well,that's strange. You rarely do hugs.” He kissed my bottom lip possessively as he slipped out of his coat. “How are you?
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Chapter: Chapter Three: Dirty work and Deep DoubtsZOE“Oh fuck, Zoe…you never cease to amaze me.”I smiled at Tristan, watching his eyes twinkle in delight as I swallowed his black, uncut, ten inch penis whole. What can I say?I was good at my job. Throat goat, cock gobbler, soul snatcher. There was no title I hadn't been called by my subscribers. And no, I wasn't going to disappoint them after being called such tantalizing names. They deserved the best. I caressed Tristan's testicles with my free hand as he thrusted into my mouth with the length of his manhood, his entire body convulsing with pleasure as he shoved his penis in between my lips time and time again. My other hand was on the lips of my wet vagina, steadily slipping two fingers into it and switching to three whenever his cock hit the back of my throat. Sex with Tristan was amazing. Since I began content creation, he was the only creator I was comfortable with, the only man who made sex what it was. With him, it wasn't just acting, it was reality. Sex with Tristan
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Chapter: Chapter Two: Holy Mother, Unholy FavoursZOEI hugged her tightly, burying my face in her shoulder. Even though we hadn't split on the best of terms, I had to admit that I had missed her. She was my mother, after all. “How are you?”Her face, even in the coldness of the correctional facility, was still as beautiful as ever. A strand or two of grey hair had sprouted, no doubt, but it seemed to elevate her beauty rather than diminish it. Smiling at her, I thanked my stars that I had gotten her genes. Apart from the fact that I was a good actress, my beautiful face did wonders for my content as well. “I should be the one asking that question, mum. What the fuck are you doing here?”“I've not had a proper drink in ages.” She muttered as she eyed the vending machine. I slipped a hundred dollar bill as I grabbed three drinks from the machine and a string of chocolates. “Thank you, Zoe, thank you…”I watched her devour the items before her, and I felt my insides melt at the sight of my mother eating so hurriedly. “Thank you
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Chapter: Chapter One: Hello from the other sidePart One: Zachariah Hunter ZOEMy name is Zoe Daniels, and on the day I turned eighteen, I became an Only Fans model. My mother, who had just lost her husband a few years ago and was still reeling from the aftermath of taking care of an only daughter who was very rebellious, lost it.Without batting an eyelid, she gave me a choice. If I was going to become an Only Fans model, then I wasn't going to do it under her roof. And so on the day I turned eighteen years old, I left my father's house, my head held high, acknowledging that I had chosen my path. Three years later and my Only Fans career had kicked off successfully. Sex was something to be enjoyed, something that one didn't have to be ashamed of. I was happy to be the one to show people that they could enjoy sex and other activities patterning to it without having to wear the cloak of shame which society had sewn for us. I had my own apartment, I paid my own bills and had two cars that I was conflicted on some occasions abou
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A writers' conference in California
When Nadia Marlowe attends the annual writers’ conference in California, all she has in mind is a break from the regular activities back home, an autograph from her favourite author, and the desire to connect with writers from around the world.
That is, until the air conditioner in her hotel room starts spitting hot air, and a technician is sent in to fix it.
Suddenly, the conference no longer matters. The goals she arrived with disappear into thin air, replaced by an undeniable awareness of the extremely handsome technician standing across from her.
One thing leads to another, and a simple repair session turns into an intense encounter that leaves Nadia shaken to her core.
Disgusted with herself for crossing a line she never thought she would—married, with children—Nadia leaves California after the conference determined to bury the experience and pretend it never happened.
But fate has a sense of humour, and Nadia Marlowe becomes its favourite recipient.
Her husband’s longtime friend arrives for a business discussion, and to her horror, that friend turns out to be Fabian, the same technician she had mouth watering sex with back in California.
Lost for words, Nadia struggles to survive his stay in her home.
But fate isn’t finished yet.
Fabian’s visit stretches longer than planned. To make matters worse, he is trapped in an on-and-off relationship, and also has a daughter. He knows the damage he’s causing. He knows that after everything Nadia’s husband has done for him, betraying him this way is unforgivable.
Yet the pull toward Nadia is something he cannot control.
What began as a single reckless moment spirals into a dangerous affair, one filled with desire, guilt, and secrets, threatening to destroy marriages, friendships, and the perfect life Nadia has built.
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty: The uninvited guestFABIAN'S POV I waited on the stairs as I listened to Nadia's friend compliment my good looks. The compliment made me feel good, but I was waiting for something else. I was waiting for Nadia's reply. I wanted to hear what she had to say about me. When she finally spoke, I felt my hands curl up in anger. Was this how she had felt about me in her home all this while? That I was a nuisance? That it was all sunshine and rainbows until her best friend was the one accommodating me?What did that even mean?Shaking my head, I made my way up the stairs, then changed my mind midway. If Nadia was sick of me being in her home, then why not make it worse altogether? What did I have to lose?I slipped into the kitchen as if I had never left, somewhat pleased to see the shock on Nadia's face as soon as she noticed me in the doorway. “Sorry to interrupt, Bobbi, is it?”Her best friend nodded, eyes twinkling. She had similar hair to Nadia, and looking closely, I could see why they were friends.
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty-nine: Domestic interferenceNADIA'S POV “Will you be home for lunch?”Marlowe nodded as he slipped his feet into the shoes he had picked for the day. He was the only man I knew who had seemed to have a shoe for each outfit. He had a whole rack filled with them. “And your friend?”He drank the remainder of his coffee hurriedly before replying. “Spoke to him this morning. He'll like to take the day off, and I understand him. Get him some breakfast, will you?”I leaned towards him when our lips met in farewell, hoping to feel something that wasn't always there in his kisses.Becoming good at kissing wasn't possible overnight because the kiss still remained bland, even though the effort behind it was infused with love. “See you at lunch?”“Yes, drive safe.”I waited till the door closed behind him before wiping my lips consciously. Was it that I had never known he was a terrible kisser before marrying him or Fabian Davenport had awoken a part of me that hadn't existed prior to my marriage?Guilt lodged its way
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty-eight: Good intentions, bad timingNADIA'S POV The moment my husband and Fabian came through the door, I knew something was wrong. I had never seen Fabian look so downcast. He carefully avoided any form of interaction with me as he made his way up the stairs. “What was that all about?”I raised an eyebrow in Marlowe's direction, who was chugging milk directly from the bottle thirstily. “He’s had a terrible day, honey. That includes me.”“What do you mean?” I asked, the food I was putting together for dinner forgotten. “None of the investors we visited were willing to take up his idea. They all loved it, but they all complained about the risk because it's a new company.”I glanced at the oven warily, before turning my attention back to a fatigued Marlowe. “You're an investor, aren't you?”“This…this is huge, Nadia,” he gestured with his hands. “I can't be the sole investor. I need two or three other companies alongside me in order to spread the risk. But sadly, no one's willing to take that chance.”Guilt crept it
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty-seven: Innovation without investorsFABIAN'S POV What had gone wrong?A few minutes ago, he had just admitted to liking me. How did that change in a few minutes?“What's wrong, Zed? We talked about this, didn't we?”“You mentioned it in passing, Marlowe. And you never said anything about this being his first rodeo.” Zed Cooper glanced at me disappointedly. “What does it matter?”“What does it matter? I'm going to be investing my time and money into this, Marlowe. It's too much of a risk. There's nothing to fall back on…”“I assure you that this will work, sir.” I added in a shaky voice as I watched my dreams starting to shred into pieces before me. “Oh, but you don't know that, Fabian, do you?” When I didn't answer, he ate the last of his chocolate, then wiped his hands on the napkin on the table. “Come on, Zed, at least listen to what he has to say.”Zed Cooper shook his head firmly. “I'm sorry if it looks as if we've just wasted each other's time, but it's good we clarified things early. It prevents mistakes in
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty-six: Cold breakfastNADIA'S POV Fabian Davenport ate my food like it was the best thing he had ever tasted. From the first time I had watched him at the dining table, I was aware of the fact that he had a huge appetite, but today, he seemed to eat more than usual. As he tore part of the baked chicken in his plate apart, I wondered if his hunger was caused by the swimming, or the flight from California down to Connecticut. I settled for the latter. “This…this is so good, Nadia. Thank you.” Fabian spoke through his munching, a hand on the glass of water beside his plate. I nodded, not bringing myself to look at his eyes. “Come on, Nancy, eat something.”My daughter was the exact opposite of Fabian. Her appetite was not the best, and being sick didn't help matters either. “Try the salad.”She ate slowly, giving me a stare that said she was only eating because I had told her to. “I'm sorry your dad couldn't make it to dinner, Nancy, he's missing a lot.”Nancy chuckled, and I found myself picking at
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty-five: I need you to be the enemyNADIA'S POV Fabian Davenport ate my food like it was the best thing he had ever tasted. From the first time I had watched him at the dining table, I was aware of the fact that he had a huge appetite, but today, he seemed to eat more than usual. As he tore part of the baked chicken in his plate apart, I wondered if his hunger was caused by the swimming, or the flight from California down to Connecticut. I settled for the latter. “This…this is so good, Nadia. Thank you.” Fabian spoke through his munching, a hand on the glass of water beside his plate. I nodded, not bringing myself to look at his eyes. “Come on, Nancy, eat something.”My daughter was the exact opposite of Fabian. Her appetite was not the best, and being sick didn't help matters either. “Try the salad.”She ate slowly, giving me a stare that said she was only eating because I had told her to. “I'm sorry your dad couldn't make it to dinner, Nancy, he's missing a lot.”Nancy chuckled, and I found myself picking at
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