Addison Rae Porn Deepfake Novels & Stories

Even soft, it’s almost intimidating, the head flushed deeper pink than the rest, foreskin pulled back in a taut, perfect frame, with the shaft thickening as it rests over one leg. The heat must be hitting me too, because I can’t pull my eyes off of him. Like…holy shit. I know what a hard man looks like. I’ve looked at enough pornstars and enough shitty boyfriends to know that, but this thing could have its own I*******m. An OnlyFans. Make millions. Swelling and inching against his stomach, the tip is now angling high enough to brush his navel. I’m so transfixed, I don’t even realize he has opened his eyes.

“At least whoever sent this to me didn’t use AI.” “Edited? The picture and video?” “I am sure, this video and these photos are known as deepfakes.”

“Elena was just talking about how Daya would sleep with any man. But now, videos like these are being played. It’s far more believable than her making those claims.” Right then, Boris Hansen, Star Entertainment’s CEO, led a group of people hurriedly into the media conference venue. Boris picked up the microphone and started speaking. “My fellow media personnel and members of the audience. I am Star Entertainment’s CEO, Boris Hansen. On behalf of our company, I would like to express my sincerest apologies for what happened to Daya Stoermer. Those things on the internet are all rumors made up by this woman, Elena Steves.” “The leaked video online had also been forged using deepfake AI technolo

I spat venomously, eliciting a sarcastic laugh from him. He walked over to my side and stood there, towering above me. “With the resources I have, I can make it seem like you have been sleeping with him for a while now. You saw the neat trick I pulled with the texts and video. I can use deepfake to make rather nasty pictures of the two of you in compromising positions. And nobody would have a problem believing me, I am after all the backstabbed ex-husband,” he voiced in a quivering tone.

All timestamps after Adrian and I got together. Then a video file. Levinson didn’t play it. “It’s AI,” he said. “Deepfake. They ran it through three forensic labs. Pixels don’t match. Lighting’s wrong. Marcus’s hand passes through your glass in frame 247.” Adrian’s hands were fists on the table. “She made it.” “She paid for it,” Levinson said. “$40,000. To a shop in Manila. Traced the wire. Came from a shell company.”

Unknown Number: “$2 million in 72 hours. Or this goes everywhere. And if you miss the deadline… I’ll send my men to collect. Ten of them. They’ll run a train on your pregnant little stepsister pornstar while you watch. She’ll scream ‘Daddy’ until her voice breaks. Tick tock, Vale.” The attached video started playing automatically. It was high quality too high quality. Whether deepfake or stolen footage edited with new faces, it showed Raven on her knees, heavily pregnant belly resting on her thighs, surrounded by masked men. Her face was already covered in thick ropes of cum, eyes half-rolled back in forced pleasure as multiple cocks used her mouth, pussy, and ass at once. The audio was edit

"Release the 'Family Man' file." On the digital monitors, private, grainy images appeared. They showed Senator Hayes talking to the men who provided security for the trafficking routes. Then, the audio played: "My wife doesn't need to know where the contributions come from... If Forest becomes a problem, take care of it. Men disappear every day." The colour drained from Hayes’s face as his own security detail looked on in disgust. "That's AI! It’s a deepfake!" Hayes shouted.

It made my stomach flip. "Sit down, Scarlett," Marcus ordered. I sat on the long couch. A giant TV screen was on the wall. There were three people on the screen. They looked very serious and wore expensive suits. "Mr. Reed," the man in the middle of the screen said. "We’ve seen the footage. It’s a mess." "It’s a lie," Marcus said. He didn't even blink. "It’s a deepfake. Someone used AI to put my daughter’s face on a bad video to hurt my merger."

Tara said trying to convince her best friend. "Help me? He already helped me by dancing with me tonight". Addison said putting off Tara’s laptop. "Wait, Addi. I haven’t searched.." ”Stop googling my fake boyfriend!" Addison half yelled. "Okay" Heath said slowly before walking out of the room with the paper in his hand. Addison pulled the blanket over her body and sighed as Tara rolled over to give her a back hug. Only one thought crossed her mind as she fell asleep. How will fake dating CEO Javan Roswell be like?