Taylor Vixen Gif Novels & Stories

I leaned back against the pole and slowly lifted my skirt, giving my audience a good look at the tight plaid thong that barely covered my soaked pussy. Then, I did a small twerk, making my ass to bounce in the air. My eyes remained pinned on Mark’s smug face as I resisted the urge to close up the distance between us and throw a goddam punch at him. I hated how this made me feel. I hated how it turned me on. That had always been the sick truth of Vixen. It wasn’t just the attention. It wasn’t just the control. It was the humiliation. It was knowing I was being degraded and still getting wet from it.

“Yes please, and yes please.” Vixen looked over at the woman standing by the window; she was blonde with baby-blue eyes, and she was tiny, smaller than Vixen herself, which made her believe that if this woman was one of King’s Men, then she had to be absolutely fucking lethal, appearances be damned. She could probably snap a grown man with her pinky finger, smiling sweetly the whole time. “Hi. I’m Vixen.” “Honey,” the woman said. “And let me tell you, girl… I’ve seen that video footage from the parking lot. You are a badass extraordinaire, and I suspect that if you came after my job, you’d get it.”

"Never mind, it's not important. Anyway, this is one of Alex and Taylor's videos. I thought I would watch it to see how they did it." Tiffany stopped, her eyes glued to the 15-inch computer screen. Taylor was wearing one of their costume play outfits. She was dressed as a comic book character, Harley Quinn, as she rode Alex, who was below her, on the bed, practically motionless. His dick looked only about three-quarters erect. "She's doing all the work, isn't she?" 'That doesn't surprise me.' Ben thought. 'Now, I see why Taylor was so taken by my constant erection. Maybe things aren't going too well with Alex these days.' Ben made a mental note to give Alex a call later.

I got to the club early that night. Mikela found me in the mirror and raised an eyebrow. “You’re never early.” “Slow day,” I said. She studied me for a moment with the particular perception of a woman who had seen too much to be fooled by simple answers. Then she let it go. I sat in front of my reflection and started building Pinky. Foundation. Lashes. Red lips. The posture shift. The breathing shift. The moment where everything soft went quiet and something controlled took up residence behind my eyes.

Troy spoke up gasping for air as he started to wear back his clothes after throwing away the condom. Vicky's anger rose up tremendousely, as she could sense Troy's attention had totally diverted towards the phone call. "Hmphhh!! I need to do something." She stood up on her feet yet stark naked and started to walk towards Troy who was now giggling over the phone. She hugged the half naked man from behind and started to rub her breasts with his back.

“Ouch. “ In his blind fury, Vic charged Taylor as she picked herself up. But before she could run away, Vic grabbed her by the throat and suspend her in the air. As if he was not a douchebag before. Struggling to breathe, Taylor conjured purple energy in her left hand and cast an ice beam that covered Vic’s head. Unable to breathe, the newly developed cyclops was forced to drop Taylor, allowing her to slip away. Why the hell can I have gone to a normal school? No demons no magic, and no god damn monsters. Soon as she reached the end of the hallway, Vic leaped from the other side of the hallway and block her path. The cyclops reeled back his arm to punch the purple-haired teenager, but Taylo

The stink. Finally, the good part. Clips from that sickening livestream. I cut them up. Taylor laughing up at him. His hand on her elbow. The fall. That loaded look afterward. I edit it mean—cutting context, slowing it down, zooming in until every smile looks fake, every touch looks calculated. I set it to a creepy track, slap on big red text: CALCULATED DESCENT: The Making of a “Girlfriend” FROM PHYSIO TO PRINCESS: The Steps She Took

Taylor My heart slammed into my chest so loudly and so hard that I choked. Instantly Judge was on his feet, moving away from the exotic looking vixen who had just been rubbing her hand over the bulge in his trousers. He looked guilty. She did not. “Taylor.” Schooling his face into a wide smile he reached for me. I didn’t take his hand. Instead I stared at it. Unblinking and unthinking. “This is Vivian.” Not wasting a second, he drew me to him. His arm slung low around my waist so his fingers could play over my hip. “She is going to bring you some new clothes for our trip. Vivian is an old friend and-“

“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.”

"But, no, Dexter didn't take it. I told Vicky to go get him hard and take a pic of it." "Vicky?" Taylor asked. Jessie nodded, opening her phone and clicking the new message. Smiling, she saw Dexter's cock standing proud, hard as a rock. There was a second pic with Vicky's hand on it with the caption, for size reference." "Vicky is his lover. She's... well... she's got some issues that Dexter and I both agreed to let him "scratch" so to speak." "I... I just... don't know what's what anymore," Taylor said, rubbing her temples and shaking her head.