Confessions Of A Video Vixen Novels & Stories

“You will go to confession tomorrow. Real confession. Father Julian is a good man. He will guide you back to the light.” I almost laughed in her face. Good man. The same man who had fucked my ass in this very kitchen while she was at bingo. The same man whose cum was probably still leaking into my panties right now. “Yes, Mama,” I said sweetly. “I’ll confess everything.” That night I sent Julian a video. I snuck into the church bathroom during Saturday vigil, locked the stall, hiked up my dress, and spread my legs. Two fingers plunged deep into my soaked pussy while I recorded, moaning softly.

David said nothing; he was clearly angry at Roslyn but he’d refused to say it. They continue to eat in silent until David opened his mouth to speak; “I want to tell you something but I worried you’ll not talk to me again.” Roslyn knitted her brow; she pondered why David said that. “Well, if ya think I’ll not speak with ya again, why bring it up?” she asked. “You can tell me anything David; only if it doesn’t have to do with you cheating on me.” she told him sincerely; David shakes his rapidly in denial. “Far from it, the last thing I’ll ever do is to cheat on my wife.” “Then what is it?” asked Roslyn good-naturedly. He shifted uncomfortably in his wheelchair and sighed. “It’s about Dave.” Ro

, I told. Sighing he answered. "Don't worry..I'll do anything for you my daughter", he took my hand in his and gave a squeeze. When he left Cooper entered the cabin. "Ms. Anderson the article was published just now", Cooper spoke with panic. Heavy sweats formed on my forehead. You can do it Eleanor. You have to. Getting the tablet from Cooper I read the article. "The famous Billionaire Ms.Vixen is a child born out of wed lock? Is our Ms.Vixen is a home wrecker?

She already knew. Damien’s jaw tightened as he opened it. The photo that loaded was worse than the last one. It showed Raven from the original video, but uncut — every humiliating second stretched out in 4K: her sobbing apologies to the camera, her body jerking through orgasm after orgasm while Damien railed her, the exact moment he flooded her womb, the way she begged “Daddy, fill me up… I’m addicted… please breed your pregnant whore.” The audio was crystal clear, every filthy word captured. “Jesus Christ,” Damien muttered, his thumb scrolling through the frames. “This is the full version. They’re threatening to post it in pieces now. First the clip, then the sex, then the confessions. They

I gasped, startling her. "What is it?" She quizzed, concern and confusion knitting at her brows. "A video you say?" She nodded. "Yes, a video of me almost naked and almost being ravaged by Leo."

“Our daughter’s best friend eating my wife’s cunt while I bury myself in her. Been wanting this for years.” Rebecca’s voice was lower, almost shaking. “We both have.” He shifted the angle and rubbed over that perfect spot inside Sienna with every thrust. One hand reached down so his fingers could rub her clit in tight circles. Sienna’s second orgasm hit hard and sudden—her pussy clamping down around his cock as she moaned into Rebecca’s cunt.

“That I would like to f–k you too? She likes you. I like you. We both think you are hot. And you seem to like us in return. So why not f-k you?” The door opened and Vixen appeared in a black satin and lace camisole and matching shorts. It was a softer look for her. She still wore the white wig, and Raven felt the heat hit him low, straining against the c-k ring. “Alright?” She asked. Shadow stood and shoved his jeans off. He was still wearing the pink g underneath. Vixen grinned seeing it. “Am I losing another g to you, honey?” He grinned back. “We should plug him. He will like it.”

“Please, I need to cum.” “Not yet.” His eyes are dark, predatory, nothing like the gentle priest I’ve watched at mass. “You wanted to confess, little lamb. So confess. Tell me everything you’ve done while thinking about me.” “I touched myself.” I’m squirming in his lap, desperate for friction he won’t give me. “Every night after mass.” “How?” His fingers move just slightly inside me, a tease. “Show me what you did.” “I have things. In my bedroom.” My face heats even as my body throbs. “Things I used while thinking about you.”

If the noises that Iris heard coming from the rooms were any indication, Vixen clearly enjoyed whatever had happened in there with the guys: she possessed genuine strength in her sexiness, her sexuality, and it was something that Iris didn’t understand. She’d never found any power in sex; quite the opposite actually. Vixen’s brash, brazen revelling in being openly, confidently sexual confused Iris, even scared her a bit. The thought that she could actually enjoy a man being all around her, all over her, inside her, was alien. She didn’t think it could ever happen for her.

“There's no shame in it but she doesn't want to accept the truth. When Xavier found out, he wasn't very happy. And she blames me. She said she'll kill me when she gets the chance. I'm begging you, save my life. Get her arrested and make sure she faces charges. She hates me. The link to one of her videos is on my I*******m. You can check it out. Help me tell Xavier to protect me. I don't want to die. Help me.” Then she started crying again. The first thing I did was to go over to her I*******m and watch the video. My hands were shaking, my head was clear and my fingers were cold as the video loaded and I kept reassuring myself that I had never done anything worthy of being considered a cam gi