CHARITY CASEHOMELESS TEEN STALKS FAMILY MAN WHO SHOWED HER KINDNESSBen (Will Pounder), a family man, returns home from an outing. He parks in his dark garage and climbs out of his car, chatting with his wife on his phone. Unbeknownst to him, as he says ‘I love you’ and hangs up, someone is lurking in the shadows.When he turns on the lights, he’s startled to see Cassie (Lisey Sweet) there, dressed in a cap and baggy hoodie. Ben goes on the defensive, thinking that he’s being mugged in his own home, but she insists that he knows her. She’s Cassie, a homeless teen he’s shared sandwiches with before! She was so used to seeing him around when she was on the streets that when he stopped showing up, she panicked. She just wanted to make sure he was okay!Although Ben’s freaked out at first, he assures her that he’s perfectly fine. Seeing how shaken she is, he takes pity on Cassie and invites her inside to get washed up. Obviously, she can’t stay with him, but he’ll do what he can to help her.Cassie is smitten with him. She’s drawn to his kindness, wanting nothing but affection from him, but she doesn’t know how to properly show it. She comes on too strong and weirds Ben out, causing him to deny her every advance. Confused and desperate for human contact, she begins undressing, trying to get him to look at her naked skin. Ben is again freaked out, which only confuses Cassie even more. Doesn’t he WANT to have sex with her? Otherwise, why would he have been so kind to her?Ben is appalled — he’s a family man who loves his wife very much! Not every guy wants to take advantage of her. But when Cassie refuses to leave and comes onto him stronger than before, Ben is conflicted. If he gives in this one time, maybe she’ll get out of his life and never come back…
TEEN GIRL LURED INTO SEXUAL ACTS WITH PERVERTED NEIGHBOR
SCENE opens on a long, static shot of a small house, tucked amongst several other units. There is a small flutter of movement in the window, as a car pulls into the complex. A father and his 18-year-old daughter are moving into to one of the other units. As they pull into the driveway, the camera lingers on the window. Someone is watching them. The family parks their car, unpacks some boxes from the trunk, and enter their new home — intercut with shots of the window. From the POV of the person inside, you see the teen girl run back to the car, grab a final bag, and take a long look around the complex. She doesn’t realize she is being watched but there is something about the neighboring unit that causes her to pause. She stares at the window before heading back inside.
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Several weeks have passed and the family has settled into their new home. Inside the neighbor’s cluttered unit, the camera pans across various notes, opened mail, and polaroid photos that he has taken while watching them … particularly the 18-year-old girl. The neighbor sits at an arm chair masturbating over the photos when he hears movement outside. He bolts to the window and watches the father leaving the house. From his POV, he sees the father hug his daughter and then drive off. She watches him exit before pulling out her cell phone, making a quick call, and heading back inside. Not able to make out what she said, he jots down the time and event. An hour later, he is woken up from a nap by the sound of another car pulling in. Wiping the drool from his mouth, he bolts back to the window. A boy gets out of his car and runs to the teen. Coyly, she grabs him by the hand and pulls him into her house. Licking his lips, the neighbor jots down the activity in his note book and decides that he needs to get a closer look.
He creeps around to the back of the unit and watches the teen couple through a screen door. The 18-year-old sits the boy down and starts to do a strip tease for him. The neighbor scrambles for his cellphone and starts to record the whole thing. We watch her strip naked before getting down on her knees and starting to crawl towards her boyfriend, intercut with shots of the neighbor nervously recording.
Several days pass. The neighbor keeps re-watching the clip on his phone and decides that fantasizing over the teen girl isn’t enough, he needs to somehow convince her to be with him. So, he comes up with a plan. Posing as the boyfriend, he writes a fake love note and leaves it on her doorstep, before knocking and running back inside his unit. She opens the door and discovers the note, instructing her to come and meet the boyfriend at the neighbor’s house. When the neighbor opens the door, he invites her in, reassuring her that he is in on the romantic scheme and that her boyfriend will be there any minute. She steps inside his house and he shuts the door, locking it.
They sit down in his messy living room in awkward silence. As she tries to make small talk, the neighbor studies her and can barely control himself. From his POV, we see him look her up and down. She becomes restless and starts getting up to leave when the neighbor panics and decides to reveal the video he has recorded. She watches it in silence, her mouth falling open. ‘What are you doing with this?’ she demands. ‘My father can’t know about AJ. I just turned 18 and I’m about to move out on my own next fall. If my dad finds out, he’ll never allow it!’ Gathering his courage, the neighbor tells her that has no choice but to be a good neighbor and tell the father what’s really going on behind his back. The daughter is stunned and, in a moment of weakness, admits to the fact that’s she got secrets she’s trying to keep from him. She begs the neighbor for his silence — offering to do whatever he wants to destroy the evidence. Feeling further empowered, the erratic neighbor asks her to do everything that she did with her boyfriend in the video to him. Not wanting to get caught, she reluctantly agrees, and this descends into the BG sex scene. Throughout the sex, the creepy factor is heightened by the fact that he has clearly memorized the video and keeps referring to it, making her repeat her strip tease and saying things like ‘do that thing with your tongue like you did to him’ etc…
After they have finished, the teen girl makes the neighbor delete the video file as promised. She exits the house angrily, looking over her shoulder. The neighbor closes the door and, leaning up against it with his eyes closed, breathes a sigh of relief and satisfaction. Then he walks over to a laptop set up in the corner of the room that has been secretly recording everything. He leans into the camera and, smiling, turns it off.
Troubled Teen Mom Confronts Daddy Issues with Sadistic Shrink
SCENE opens on an close up of Sheila’s face, as she staggers down the road. The 19-year-old girl looks dazed. Her face is sweaty. Her clothes are wet and loose, hanging off her petite frame, and she is clutching a bundle tightly against her chest. She comes upon a shed and, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one is around, carefully places the bundle between some rocks at the back of the structure. A WORM’S EYE angle shows her staring down at it. She slowly starts to cry. Wiping her tears, she composes herself and walks off. As she crosses the front of the shed, a man steps out and catches her. Surprised, he asks if she is OK. Not wanting to get caught, she runs off without saying a word, wiping the frame and leaving the man to wonder what she was doing behind his shed. He walks around the back to take look and, after a moment, lets out a scream.
Close up of Sheila sitting stone-faced. She is handcuffed to a chair while a police officer stands silently behind her. A well-dressed man enters the room and approaches her. Putting his hand on her shoulder, he tells the officer to remove the cuffs and wait outside. When the officer exits, the man slowly removes his grip and sits down on a chair opposite Sheila. They survey each other for a moment before the man asks if she knows who he is. She has no reaction. The man introduces himself as Dr. Powell. He explains that he is a psychiatrist who has been appointed by the court in her case. She says nothing. Taking a deep breath, he asks if she knows why she is here. When she continues to be silent, he picks up his notebook and reads that she is here because of the June 7, 2017 incident involving her baby. Sheila looks away, to hide her reaction, and mutters something incoherent. Dr. Powell pulls his chair a little closer. He tells her that she has been charged with attempted homicide and, since she is 19-years-old, she is going to be tried as an adult. Her attorney, a public defender, is trying to build a case to prove it was involuntary abandonment. Right now, that defense is greatly dependent on this session. The psychiatrist’s role will be to examine her and provide testimony about her mental state. His recommendations will provide the legal evidence that her attorney is hoping for — proof that she was not of sound mind when committing the act.
He asks if she knows the difference between voluntary and involuntary? Turning to face him for the first time, she says blankly ‘Yes, I know the difference very well.’ Sensing her resistance, Dr. Powell sits back in his chair and smiles. ‘Involuntary is an unintential act committed by someone who has no spite or anger and no intention to cause harm.’ He speaks condescendingly. ‘It is very difficult to prove, especially in this kind of case, as I’m sure you know. But that’s why we’re here today … so, why don’t we start by you telling me what happened.’ Sheila turns away. Dr. Powell licks his lips. ‘How exactly did you get pregnant?’ He asks. She says nothing. He stands up, adjusting himself subtly. ‘Was it one of the boys from your school?’ He asks, glancing at his notes. ‘Oh wait … you don’t go to school. You haven’t gone to school since ….’ Sheila cuts him off and tells him that she’s homeschooled. Walking around her, Dr. Powell asks her to elaborate — what was it like to be taught by your parents instead of a regular teacher? Did it make you feel isolated to be away from other kids? Sheila stares down at her feet and tells him she wasn’t taught by her parents. She was taught by her poppa. Dr. Powell stops walking. He licks his lips again, trying to contain the smirk forming on his face. ‘Was your father a strict teacher?’ He asks. Sheila looks up at him. ‘My poppa is everything.’ She replies and begins to cry.
Creep Takes Advantage of Blind Virgin Teen and Creampies Her
Scene opens on a large estate covered in gardens. A car pulls up to the side of the house, it’s wheels skidding on the gravel. From Maxwell’s POV, we watch an older man as he hurriedly gets out and walks around to the side door to help a young woman step out. She is blind and cautiously unfolds a cane before taking the man’s hand. He carefully walks her through the garden and into a back door. CUT to Maxwell standing lost in a trance watching her. He is wearing dirty work clothes and carrying gardening supplies. The camera reveals the landscaping being done on the estate and several other workers in the background. One of them comes up and taps Maxwell on the shoulder. He needs to get back to work before the boss sees him. Just because he’s new doesn’t mean he gets a free ride. Noticing Maxwell’s stare, the coworker confides that the homeowner’s daughter is blind. Sherarely leaves the house except for appointments or when one of her doctors come over. It’s sad because she just turned eighteen and is super-hot but her dad keeps her so sheltered. Maxwell looks lost in thought, barely listening to the guy. Finally, he says ‘yea … it’s really sad.’
A static shot of the back door, as Maxwell steps into frame. He is tending the garden while staring at the girl’s room, shots intercutting between the door and his face. From his periphery, the father walks back out to his car and notices Maxwell. He yells at him to get back to work before he tells the contractor. Maxwell snaps out of it and goes back to looking busy. But, as the father drives off the property, Maxwell watches. He must get a closer look.
CUT to Maxwell stepping up to the back door and peering inside. The bedroom is empty. He slowly turns the handle and, realizing it is unlocked, sneaks inside. CUT to inside the house. Maxwell takes in the room as he creeps around, checking out the daughter’s things. He notices some clothes on the bed, alongside the girl’s cane. He picks them up, takes in a deep breath, and closes his eyes. She smells so good. Suddenly, the ensuite bathroom door opens and the daughter steps into the room. She is naked and feeling her way over to her bed. Maxwell tip-toes out of the way, narrowly avoiding her. He keeps very still as she innocently begins to dress. Over the next few minutes, the daughter goes about herpost-shower routine completely unaware of the fact she’s not alone. Maxwell is transfixed and can’t help but begin to stroke himself as he watches her. Noticing his breathing, the daughter stops and looks alarmed. She calls out into the darkness — ‘Is Somebody there?’
Not knowing what to do, Maxwell starts to back up when he accidentally knocks something over. It falls to the floor with a bang and the daughter, seeming relieved, says ‘Doctor, is that you? I wasn’t expecting you so soon!’ Without hesitation, Maxwell replies ‘Yes.’ The daughter pauses, telling him that she doesn’t recognize his voice. Maxwell says that he is a new doctor, brought in as a replacement today.
He nervously introduces himself. Sticking her hand out, she tells him her name is Fawn. Maxwell nervously shakes her hand. Fawn asks if she can feel his face, which is what she always does with new people. His dick still in hand, Maxwell nervously allows her to touch his face. She does so with great innocence and curiosity. ‘You’re younger than Dr. Freeman,’ she says. ‘I don’t meet a lot of younger people!’ Maxwell tries his best to control his excitement but her touch sends him off. He looks at her, still half naked, and knows that he must get inside of her.
The Census Taker
Creepy Census Taker Harasses Teen Alone In Her Home
SCENE opens on an 18-year-old girl, Beth Coleman, rushing to answer the door – ‘coming!’ she shouts asthe doorbell chimes a second time. She opens the door to find a meek man in glasses and a somewhatnerdy-looking suit, holding a leather messenger bag under his arm. He greets her nervously andintroduces himself as Milton James, and holding up an ID on a lanyard across his neck he explains thathe’s a census taker – her parents failed to fill out the latest census and so by law he’s required to come inperson to interview someone from the household. Beth looks wary – her parents aren’t home for theday and she doesn’t know anything about this census stuff. He says it’s quite alright, anybody over theage of 15 can be interviewed for the household. He looks her up and down – she is over 15, right? Bethanswers yes, she just turned 18 a couple of months ago. Milton adjusts his glasses and says perfect, thenhe can interview her in her parents’ stead, it should only take about fifteen minutes or so. Beth is stillreluctant, now’s really not the best time and she’d rather he come back sometime when her parents arehome. She apologizes and goes to close the door but it doesn’t close all the way – Milton has put hisshoe in between the door and the frame. ‘I’m afraid I must insist,’ he says in a nervous attempt tosound menacing. ‘Answering the United States census is required by law. To put it simply, Miss Coleman,you don’t really have a choice in this matter.’
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We cut back to a few moments later, after Milton has since let himself into the house and taken off hisshoes. The two emerge in a large cozy living room with wood paneling. Clearly the Colemans do not lackfor money. ‘Do you want a glass of water or something?’ Beth asks, in an effort to be polite despite herdiscomfort. Not right now, thanks, Milton says. He seems trying to sound more warm than he was at thedoorway, but comes off as awkward more than anything. He waits for Beth to choose her seat, and thenpicks a seat across from her, and pulls out a fancy-looking folder, some forms, and a nice pen from hisbag. As he does this, he tries to make awkward small talk with Beth, but her answers are very curt andhe soon gives up. He clears his throat and says ‘Well then, let’s get started.’He asks her a series of mundane questions – do you currently reside at this address? How many peoplebesides yourself reside at this address? Please list the names of all persons who currently live at thisresidence, and their relationship to you. What is your marital status? When Beth answers ‘single’, helooks up from his paper and coyly asks ‘what about a boyfriend?’ No, no boyfriend either, Bethanswers, averting her eyes as she says it. Milton smiles and says ‘Good, good’, as he moves on to thenext questions.
What languages do you speak at home? Do any of your household speak any other languages at homeon a regular basis? Were you born in the United States? Are you presently a citizen of the United States?Have you attended school in the United States? Throughout these questions, Beth’s body language becomes less hostile and more bored. She relaxes and spreads her legs somewhat, at which point fromover Milton’s shoulder the camera catches glimpses of upskirt panty shots. After the latest question,Milton pauses, his attention lingering on Beth’s legs – the pause alerts her to him checking her out andshe very uncomfortably clears her throat, as she tries to pull her skirt over her legs as much as possible.Milton continues as if nothing happened.
What is the highest degree or level of school you’ve completed? Beth reluctantly answers that shedropped out of high school. In the last week, how many hours of paid work did you do? Beth answersnone, she doesn’t have a job. In the last week, how many hours of volunteer work did you do? Also none.Milton tsks condescendingly – no job, no volunteering, not even a high school diploma? Beth’s parentsmust not be very proud of her. Beth looks at him angrily – that’s not really any of his business is it?Are your parents sexually active? He blurts out. She looks at him, disgusted. How is that relevant? Heexplains that it’s to forecast whether or not the census bureau should expect new births from thishousehold in the next few years. Grossed out, Beth struggles to find an answer, she doesn’t know, shetries not think about it too much, but she guesses they might be. Are you sexually active? Milton asks,with obvious interest. She looks straight at him, and says ‘No’ very slowly and angrily. ‘Would you liketo be?’ Milton asks. Beth stands up – ‘I think you should leave, Mr. James,’ she says nervously. Miltondoesn’t move though – he’s almost done, just a few questions about their house and utilities and thenhe’ll be out of her hair. Beth doesn’t sit down, she just crosses her arms with renewed discomfort.Does the family own the house or are they renting? Does the house have landline service or just cellphones? Does it have complete kitchen facilities – sink, stove, and refrigerator? Does it have completeplumbing facilities – hot and cold water, a flushing toilet, and a tub or shower? He makes a remark abouthow he bets Beth’s plumbing is fully functional, and the innuendo further discomforts her. How manyrooms does the house have? How many bedrooms?
‘Can I see?’ Milton says innocently. See what, Beth asks through gritted teeth. ‘The number ofbedrooms the house has. Can you show them to me?’ Beth looks like she’s about to say no, when headds ‘After that, I’ll be out of your hair.’ Beth raises her hands in the air in exasperation, and then saysfine, follow her.
The camera tracks the two as she leads him to three bedrooms, with the focus being on her backside asif we’re watching her walk from his male gaze POV. First she leads him to her parents’ master bedroom,then to a guest bedroom that doesn’t get much use. Milton pokes his head in when he’s lead to each,but he doesn’t express much interest in either. Finally she leads him to her bedroom, and before she canreact he brushes past her to walk inside.
He moves around the room with eager curiosity – peering intently into her drawers and closet, poking acouple of her belongings with his pen. He even stands in the centre and takes a deep breath. Beth waitsat the door to the room impatiently, reluctant to go nearer to him but getting more upset and insistentas he intrudes. Finally, he moves to stand up straight rather formally in front of her, and adjusts his glasses. ‘Satisfied?’ Beth asks uncomfortably. Milton chuckles. ‘Oh, very satisfied. Although I’m afraidYOU’re in a bit of trouble, Miss Coleman.’ Beth stiffens – what does he mean? He explains that he foundbirth control pills in one of her drawers. But she said in the census she wasn’t sexually active, whichsuggests that she lied to him. Does she understand what the penalty is for giving false information to agovernment official?
Beth pleads – she only said that because he was acting completely inappropriate. She doesn’t even thinkall his questions were part of the census. She’d already asked him to leave. Why can’t he just leave heralone? Milton explains that he’s only doing his job, and it’s a thankless job, meeting with tons ofungrateful people who don’t want to give him the time of day. Ungrateful people like Beth. Maybe all hewants is some thanks in return. Beth sees an opportunity and tries to appease him. If it’s just a matter ofsaying sorry and thank you, she can do that.
But Milton elaborates, she was so rude to him. She didn’t even give him a chance, tried to slam the dooron him if he recalls correctly. If she really wants to make it up to him, she has to do better than a halfheartedapology. ‘Like what?’ Beth asks nervously. He pretends to think for a moment. How about… akiss? Beth is scared, but hopeful that that’s all he’ll ask for. ‘O-ok,’ she agrees. She leans in and theyexchange a quick peck on the lips. Encouraged, Milton asks for another – this time she should reallymean it. Hesitantly, she says OK and leans in again, and this time he kisses her much more aggressively -we can see that she’s not very into it and is rather stiff, not moving her lips much, while he is going reallyeagerly at it. Several seconds of awkward smooching later, he pulls away from her. He seems to haveenjoyed it, but he wants more. He knows she can give him what he wants – he knows she’s not a virginafter all. If she shows him a good, appreciative time, he’ll be on his way. She swallows hard, and thenputs on a fake smile and reaches for his belt buckle to undo it.
DESPERATE BROKE COLLEGE GIRL GIVES UP HER BODY TO REPO MAN
SCENE opens on Natalie, a 20-year-old college student, as she lays quietly in the bed of her small apartment. She has been trying to ignore the man at her door for several minutes now. After the knocking finally stops, Natalie waits a few seconds longer before deciding to sneak to her window. She moves the curtain to one side and peeks out, just long enough to spot him outside before quickly retracting and hiding behind the door. The knocking resumes, this time louder and more violently, causing Natalie to panic. The man calls out from the other side of the door and orders her to open it. He isn’t going anywhere. Natalie bites her nails nervously, unsure of what to do, before finally letting out a sign and opening the door to face him. An intimidating man, with massive biceps, is holding two empty duffel bags. He looks very irritated, cursing at her under his breath before diving into a prepared script. ‘My name is Tony,’ he says. ‘I’m with Flexline Repossessions. I’ve come to collect your possessions to compensate for the student loan you’ve defaulted on … but I’m sure you already know that!’ Natalie looks crestfallen. She tries to reason with him, saying she is starting a new job soon and she should be making payments again by the end of the month. Tony listens and smiles sympathetically. ‘Good, then that means this will be the last time I have to do this,’ he replies, pushing past the doorway and walking into her room. The camera lingers on Natalie’s face as she slowly turns around and closes the door behind him.
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He inspects some items closely, while tossing others directly into his duffel bags. The possessions he doesn’t take are put back haphazardly, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. Natalie tries to interject occasionally — especially when he touches a gift from her boyfriend or a family heirloom — but he largely ignores her protests
As Tony works, he begins to pause more frequently to ogle and elicit reactions from Natalie. It becomes clear to her that he is spending less time on this job and more time trying to make her uncomfortable. Through his POV, we see the repo man staring at the girl’s body while he laughs at the position she’s gotten herself into; asks about the sentimental value of certain possessions; and begins to make crass, lewd gestures to try and offend her. He sniffs her underwear as he bags it; comments on a photo of her mom; and asks if her boyfriend satisfies her after discovering a dildo in her drawer. Throughout the ordeal, Natalie tries to remain calm and polite. She just wants to get it over with it, even when he gets right up in her face to intimidate her.
When he finally finishes, he takes stock of what is inside his bags and then remarks that it isn’t going to be enough to cover what she owes. She starts to cry. Glancing out the window, he notices the car parked in her driveway. ‘Is that car yours, the red one?’ He asks. Natalie’s eyes well up in desperation as she feebly tries to hold Tony back. ‘Please don’t take my car,’ she begs him. ‘I need it for my new possessive Desperate Broke College Girl Gives Up Her Body To Repo Man job. If you take it, I’ll never be able to pay back the rest of the loan. PLEASE! You already took everything else!’ Tony is unwavering, clearly enjoying her breakdown. ‘Well,’ he says slowly. ‘There is one other possession I could take instead.’
TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
SHY TEEN WITH DARK DESIRE SEEKS OUT STRANGER TO CHOKE HER DURING SEX
In her bathtub at night, shy nerdy teen Lucy stares up at the ceiling, unmoving. The tap drips as the only indication of sound or movement. After several seconds, there is a light disturbance in the still bathwater, and then Lucy lets out a small gasp — she’s moved her hand to slip a finger into her pussy under the water. When her finger is all the way in, she pauses for a moment, then starts slowly moving it in and out to pleasure herself, her gasps becoming heavy and sensual — several close-ups of her mouth and face, along with heightened sounds of inhaling and exhaling, draw heavy focus towards her breathing. After a half-minute or more, fully immersed in her fantasy, she inhales a single long drawnout breath through her teeth, as she slowly slips under the water, submersing herself. She stays under, and the water goes perfectly still.
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At her computer another morning, Lucy is in her pajamas typing up a college paper. She is stuck on a sentence, not sure what to write next. She breaths out a huge sigh of frustration, removes her glasses, and rubs her eyes wearily. Putting her glasses back on a little crooked, she tries to go back to writing… but a previously opened tab in the corner of her eye distracts her, and she clicks back onto it. We see on the screen that it’s a site for breath play enthusiasts called ‘Breathless’. Her breathing shallows, and she runs her fingers along where her neck meets the collar of her nightshirt as a nervous tic. She opens up a chat bar where she has a message already open and typed out, a message to another member. From the wording, it seems to be the last in a long line of messages between them. Towards the end of her message, she’s suggesting that they meet up. Her face and body language shows she is still undecided as to whether to send it or not. Clearly anxious, and idly running her fingers along her chest and up and down her throat, Lucy deliberates for several seconds. Then, spontaneously she shoots her hand out to click send. She gets an alert that the message has been sent. She closes the laptop in panic, almost in fear of what she’s just done… or perhaps what the response might be. She bites her thumb nervously and taps the laptop casing, before removing her glasses and flopping down on her bed. Her breathing is fast and nervous as she closes her eyes and lies there, eyes shut, until her breathing eventually calms itself.
CUT TO another evening, in the doorway of a house. Lucy walks through the door, followed by a strange man a couple of years older than her, Preston. He’s holding keys and locks the door behind him — this is his place, not hers. They are both visibly awkward around each other as they remove their shoes and he leads them up to his master bedroom. Once there, they sit side by side on the bed, at first making no move to close the gap between them. They talk about the breath-play site they met at, how long each of them has been a member, how they found out about it, etc. Lucy joined around when she turned 18. Preston reaffirms what was said in the chat, that Lucy has never done anything like it before. Neither has he. The closest he came was when he practiced choke grips on a first aid doll once when his dad brought one home from work, and it turned him on. He’s immediately embarrassed from telling the story, but Lucy tells him she understands — she has nobody she can talk to about her fetish either. It’s tough for a guy to ask a girl to do that, Preston admits, it would make him look like a serious creep. He’s always hoped some girl would ask him, but he knows it’s a long shot. Lucy sympathizes – everyone assumes that because she’s shy and nerdy that she’s completely innocent. One time she asked her boyfriend to choke her, and he was a bit freaked out by the idea and she quickly told him never mind. For the next few days he acted weird around her, and then not long after he broke up with her. Ever since, she’s been too shy to tell anybody she’s been with, because she doesn’t want boys to think she’s some weird freak. Especially with how word spreads around college.
There’s an awkward pause, and then Preston asks if she wants to start any specific way. Shyly, Lucy shakes her head no — she never really pictured where to go from here, she never even thought she’d ever get this far. Preston says he’s seen a few videos, it’s given him a few ideas of what to do. Does she mind if he takes the lead? Lucy says it’s fine, he can try whatever he wants, and that if it gets too intense she can tap on the bed with her hand. Preston agrees to this, and moves his hand up hesitantly towards her neck. He pauses, she nods, and he continues. He grabs her throat, and squeezes — not too rough at first, but hard enough that she certainly feels it. As he grips her throat tightly, he moves in to kiss her, first up the side of her neck, her ear, the side of her cheek, then he turns her head towards his and kisses her mouth. He kisses passionately, albeit a bit awkwardly — he moves as someone who is less suavely copying moves that he’s seen elsewhere. Still, he remains in control throughout, and Lucy submits with a gasp each time he reasserts his dominance with a renewed grip on her throat.
Teen Student Fucked by Pervert during Driving Lesson
The scene opens on an over the shoulder shot of Peter, a disheveled looking man, as he peers inside the door of a woman’s public washroom. A girl sits inside the stall peeing, her feet visible, while Peter breathes heavily and grabs his crotch at the prospect of seeing her. He licks his lips in anticipation when a hand suddenly clasps down on his shoulder. It’s a security guard, who spins Peter around and angrily escorts him off the property. A tracking shot shows the guard dragging Peter off a school campus. He gets the man to the edge of the parking lot before warning him to never come back on the property again. He has been banned and, the next time he’s caught snooping around the girls, they will call the police. The guard storms off, leaving Peter to pick himself up off the ground. Just as he is about to walk off, a mother and her 18-year-old daughter pull up to the curb beside him. The mother, sitting in the passenger seat, rolls down her window and asks Peter if he is her daughter’s driving instructor. Stacey, the teen girl, sits awkwardly in the driver’s seat, adjusting the mirrors and rolling her eyes. Peter stares at her before turning back to the mother and blankly saying ‘yes I am.’ She gets out of the car and he slides inside beside the teen as the mother walks off. She asks him what she should do first. Without missing a beat, Peter says ‘just start driving.’
The pair drive awkwardly through the streets, as Stacey tries to small talk (her age, her interests, her school, her boyfriend, why she is taking extra driving lessons, etc..) while Peter stares blankly at her. You sense he is trying to figure out what to do next as his eyes stay locked on her tight teen body. He guides her through some basic maneuvers while racking his mind for a place they can go. It needs to be private. Out of the way. Discreet. Somewhere no one will disturb them. But what is he going to do with her when he gets there? These thoughts race in Peter’s mind as he remembers a lonely stretch of road just outside of town. He used to take girls there when he wanted privacy. Maybe, if he gets Stacey alone on that road, he can think of something else to do with her. A sly smile crosses his face as he instructs the girl to drive towards his secret destination. When they arrive on the desolate road, Stacey begins to feel nervous. Why would her driving instructor take her here? All the other ones stuck to the main roads. Peter matter-of-factly explains that he knows a short cut to getting her license. He took her here so he could show her. This makes Stacey relieved, she has failed her driver’s test three times now and her mom is breathing down her neck. Peter tells her he has an in with the DMV and can get her license without having to take the road test. She can’t believe it. Smiling, he tells her they can over to the office right now and get it all sorted out. She hugs him. He continues to bate her … telling her what a relief it will be to finally be independent and get her mother off her back! Stacey nods and asks what she needs to do. Peter says that she just has to fuck him.
CHARMING YOUNG UNCLE MANIPULATES NIECE TO TAKE HER VIRGINITY
SCENE opens on a bored-looking 18-year-old girl Sophie at the base of a staircase, leaning slumped against the railing. Her fingers are avidly typing away on her phone, but her expressionless face and glazed over eyes shows she’s hardly interested, just killing time. ‘So explain to me again why I have to sleep on the couch for a whole month just to make room for this loser uncle I’ve never met?’ she says in a deadpan grumble. Her mother Mrs. Kent comes into view, breathlessly scuffling back and forth to straighten a painting here, wipe dust off a shelf there, adjust her daughter’s hair (which only frustrates her further). ‘Oh come on, Sophie, be nice, it’s just until he finds a job in the city. And he’s not some total stranger, he’s family now.’ Sophie snorts. ‘Not really,’ she scoffs, ‘just ’cause gramps found a new trophy wife and she happens to come with kids, doesn’t mean we gotta spend time with them.’ Mrs. Kent looks scandalized – that’s no way to talk about her grandfather. Sophie rolls her eyes. ‘I’m just saying, what am I even going to have to talk about with this guy? Shouldn’t dad be the one to get stuck with all this family bonding crap?’ Mrs. Kent stops hurrying around for a moment and puts her hand on her waist matter-of-factly. ‘Actually, Sophie, Blake is supposed to be just a couple years older than you. So who knows, maybe you’ll have a lot in common.’ For the first time, Sophie looks up from her phone in a moment of genuine surprise, before shaking her head and returning her attention to texting. ‘Probably still a weirdo,’ she mutters. Her mom shushes her disapprovingly and then continues her lastminute tidying into the other room. A few seconds later, she calls from the other room that she thinks she hears him coming to the door but has her hands full, can Sophie answer it? Sure enough, moments later there’s a knock on the door. Sophie groans, puts down her phone and the camera tracks her as she trudges to open the door. A handsome and charming man dressed similar to Sophie is at the other side of the door, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. From Sophie’s POV we see him flash a friendly smile and extend his hand towards the camera for a handshake. ‘Hey, you must be my new niece,’ he grins, ‘I’m Uncle Blake.’
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Several days later, Blake and Sophie are hanging out in what’s evidently from the feminine decor Sophie’s old room, only now there are some of Blake’s things strewn about giving it a lived-in vibe. The two of them are sitting casually across from each other on a sprawling bed, or perhaps Sophie is on the bed and Blake is sitting in a nearby chair. He is recounting to Sophie some stories about one of his recent cross-country hitchhikes, and Sophie hangs on his every word. After the climax of his latest story, he pulls out his phone to show her some pictures he took from the trip. He gets up from where he’s sitting and sits back down intimately close to Sophie, and starts showing her the pictures. Tight camera angles of Blake watching Sophie’s face while continuing their conversation and looking at the pictures suggests tension, like an animal predator scoping out its prey. Coyly, he turns his hitchhiking anecdote sexual by telling Sophie about a one-night-stand with another traveler. He starts off as telling it like any other story, but then starts to describe the encounter more and more graphically. He relishes as Sophie blushes and has trouble meeting his gaze. Eventually he ends the story by saying it was an experience he’ll never forget, and then asks what her most memorable sexual encounter is. Sophie embarrassed admits that she’s a total virgin, she’s never even kissed a guy before. ‘Aren’t you 18?’ he asks incredulously. Sophie nods. She supposes she’s been a bit of a late bloomer. Blake suggests he could teach her how to kiss – Sophie pulls back, flustered, and he shrugs and says at least it would be better to try it with someone she trusts than with a stranger. Sophie stutters a bit and then makes up a lame excuse to leave the room.
CUT to that evening, Sophie and her mother are in the kitchen brewing a pot of coffee while Sophie is asking her mom questions about what to do when you like someone, how do you know whether to make a move or not, etc. Mrs. Kent expresses interest in hearing the details – ‘who’s the boy?’ – and despite Sophie’s attempts to keep the conversation vague, she reveals small details (‘I haven’t known him long’, ‘he’s had a lot more sexual experience than me’, etc.). Her mom gets increasingly agitated as she realizes it must be Uncle Blake, especially since the past few days Sophie and he have been inseparable, and she asks Sophie point-blank whether it’s Blake she has a crush on. As soon as Sophie admits it, her mother gets agitated, she calls into the other room for Mr. Kent to come and admonishing Sophie for making a huge mistake.
Sophie tries to calm her down, but when Mr. Kent comes to see what’s wrong and Mrs. Kent explains the situation, things only escalate further. Throughout the argument, both parents interrogate her with probing questions (‘has he tried to make a move on you?’), they try to convince her to forget about him (‘you’re family for god’s sakes’ – to which Sophie protests ‘that’s just because of some piece of paper, before gramps’ wedding we weren’t related at all! … … ‘the guy’s a loser, he never stays in one spot for more than a few months, what do you see in him?!’ etc.) and finally they threaten to send Blake packing. Sophie starts crying that they’re overreacting, that he’s not like that, in fact he probably doesn’t even like her like that. It was all just a stupid crush. Mr. Kent says he’s going to have to talk to Blake and Sophie begs him not to, he’ll embarrass her and ruin things, but the dad refuses to listen. If Blake is going to stay under their roof, it’ll be under their terms, not his.
CUT to even later that night, Sophie is sitting upright on the couch in light sleeping clothes, it’s evident she was trying to sleep on the couch but muffled sounds of shouting from upstairs are keeping her awake. Finally, the shouting ends, followed by an upstairs door opening and slamming audibly. Sophie rearranges her pillow forcefully, sighs, and then lies down on her back, eyes open staring blankly at the ceiling. After several seconds of silence, the same upstairs door clicks open and closed again, this time more quietly, followed by the sounds of the stairs creaking under the weight of someone. Blake peeks his head over the couch into view of Sophie’s upward gaze.
She sits up again, and he takes a seat beside her on the couch. ‘I guess you must have heard all that, huh?’ Blake says with fake sheepishness. Sophie apologizes – she shouldn’t have opened her big mouth.Blake smiles sympathetically – it’s not her fault. Besides, he thinks it’s cute that she has a crush on him. Not that he feels that way about her of course. Embarrassed, Sophie says she knows, and she was never going to act on her feelings anyways. She was just being stupid. Good, Blake insists, because it’s important to him they stay friends. In fact, more than friends – he’s hoping that one day they can really be family, not just by law but have a real family bond. Sophie nods and says she hopes so too. ‘Well you know, Sophie, it’s important for family to trust each other,’ Blake says with a hint of admonishment. He can’t exactly open up to her if she’s going to go telling her mom and dad everything they say and do together. Sophie desperately promises that’ll never happen again – she never wants to relive how her parents shamed and embarrassed her tonight.
Blake’s tone of admonishment gets even more exaggerated. Well he didn’t appreciate being yelled at by her dad either. Especially when he hadn’t done anything wrong, when in fact all he’d done was embrace them as his new family. Sophie apologizes for her dad – she wished she’d never gotten them involved at all. Blake says it’s ok – it was their first fight as brothers. There’s bound to be plenty more.
They sit in silence for a moment. Blake leers up and down Sophie’s scantily clad body before snapping his eyes back to meet hers when she looks back at him. He smiles charmingly. ‘I guess your dad’s just trying to protect you. Like, if I really were some kind of creep, I’d probably try to take advantage of you. And I’m sure it would probably tear him up inside if he let something like that happen to you.’ Sophie rolls her eyes and then laughs. She’s not a kid anymore, she can handle herself. ‘No, definitely not a kid anymore’ Blake says with another appreciative look up and down her body. ‘But… well, I mean you are still a virgin. So it’s not like you’re all grown up either.’
Sophie looks a bit stung by the comment, and a bit embarrassed. It’s not THAT big a deal, is it? ‘Well,’ Blake retorts, ‘you’re not exactly proving your dad wrong. He thinks you’re still daddy’s little girl, that you still need protecting… you’re kind of reinforcing that by keeping yourself all innocent and precious in his eyes, aren’t you?’ Sophie doesn’t have a good comeback to this. ‘If you really wanted him to stop seeing you as his little princess,’ Blake concludes, ‘having sex would be a great way to start.’ Sophie pouts – it’s not exactly like she’s been intentionally avoiding sex. The opportunity just hasn’t come up.
‘I mean… I guess I could fuck you,’ Blake offers nonchalantly. Sophie is taken aback. Blake continues. ‘I mean, it’s not like I’m into you like that, but like I said before it’s better to do it with someone you trust. Plus, better to learn how in advance, rather than embarrass yourself with someone you really like for your first time.’ Sophie protests, she couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right. Especially after what just happened with her parents. Blake retorts – he thought they’d just agreed that they were going to keep things private between them from now on. How would her parents even find out? Sophie continues to resist, but Blake charms her further. Just a few hours ago she was saying she has a crush on him, now he’s basically making her wishes come true and she’s refusing? Slowly, he convinces her – all the while making it seem to her that it’s what she wants, he’s just doing her a favor.
COLLEGE GIRL FIGHTS WITH BF AND ENDS UP COVERED IN CUM BY STRANGERS
SCENE opens on an unhappy couple, Carly and James, as they drive through a residential neighborhood on their way home. The pair have just come from James’ parents house and Carly is very disappointed at the way in which James has treated her in front of his family. Even though they’ve been dating for three years now, the man still won’t commit to anything more than living together. He even had the nerve to laugh about it with his father in front of Carly’s face. Now, as she gives him a piece of her mind, reminding him that she is 25 and just wants to settle down, he accuses her of being overbearing. She should just be happy with what they have and stop pressuring him. The fight reaches a fever pitch when Carly demands to get out of the car. She doesn’t want to be near her boyfriend anymore. He tries to tell her to calm down but, when he reaches a stop sign, she jumps out anyway and starts storming off in the opposite direction. James yells after her for a moment, before growing frustrated, and driving off.
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Several blocks later. Carly is still walking, her arms folded, and tears streaking her face. She pauses to look back at the road. Goddamn bastard didn’t even turn around! He’s going to be sorry when she gets home and dumps him. She mutters to herself as she wanders through the unfamiliar neighborhood. She has no idea where she is, it’s hot as hell, and she left her purse and phone in the car.
A black SUV appears in the distance. As it draws closer, it begins to slow down until it is driving parallel to Carly. A nicely dressed, handsome man rolls down his window and asks her if she is ok. Embarrassed, she tells him she is fine and turns back to begin walking again when the man cuts his engine. ‘Are you sure?’ He asks again. ‘It looks like you’re crying!’ Carly wipes her face and tries to shrug it off. ‘It’s ok … really,’ she replies. ‘I just had a fight with my stupid boyfriend!’ The man in the car laughs. ‘Let me guess … did you storm off to prove a point and, like a typical man, he just left you here?’ Carly nods, a smile creeping across her face. The man smiles back. He stretches out his hand and introduces himself as Adam. ‘This neighborhood is a little sketchy, why don’t you get in and I’ll drive you home?’ He offers. ‘Unlike your boyfriend, I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here!’ Carly pauses for a moment in hesitation, looking around. She knows she shouldn’t get in a car with a stranger, but he seems very genuine. Besides, she really has no idea where she is, so she agrees and gets into his car.
As they drive towards her apartment, Adam is friendly and open about himself, telling Carly all about his background and his own relationship history. Carly can’t help but feel a little smitten by the handsome stranger, especially in contrast to her jerky boyfriend. When he nonchalantly tells her that he was on his way to hang out with a friend, she makes a joke about wishing she could tag along too. The last thing she wants to do is go home right now and deal with James. Adam shrugs his shoulders and tells her she is more than welcome to join them. He’ll even take her home afterwards or call her a rideshare. Smiling at him, she bites her lip and agrees. It’ll be fun!
Cut to the doorbell ringing. Nathan, Adam’s friend, opens the door and is surprised to see Adam standing there with a young woman. The men exchange a quick glance before Adam tells him how he found Carly on the roadside. ‘Your boyfriend sounds like an asshole!’ Nathan exclaims, extending his hand. Carly laughs and nods, slightly intimidated, as she is invited in.
CUT to the patio. Adam leads Carly outside while Nathan stays in to grab some drinks. The sun is starting to go down and the view in the back is beautiful. Carly looks around in awe while Adam tells her about how he and Nathan met in college. They played football together and were in the same fraternity. Now they are business partners. Audio-visual equipment. High-end stuff. Lots of celebrity clients. Carly imagines how successful they must be, given the size of Nathan’s house. ‘Is he married?’ She asks. Adam shakes his head. ‘Nah … Lifelong bachelor,’ he replies. Suddenly, Nathan bursts through the back door holding a camera and pointing it at the duo. ‘Say Cheese!’ He jokes. From the camera’s POV, we hear him brag about the new model they just got in and how beautiful the picture quality is. Adam walks over, out of frame, to check it out and the friends ogle the tech specs while the camera secretly zooms in on Carly. She stays awkwardly by the patio edge, occasionally making eye contact with the camera and fidgeting. Nathan jokes and tells Carly to smile … she looks so pretty with the view behind her! Not wanting to be rude, she forces a smile and even makes some bad modeling poses to play along with the boys. ‘You’re not actually recording that, are you?’ She jokes, half-serious. Nathan puts down the camera and says of course not. He tells them their drinks are ready inside.
The trio sit down in the living room and Carly nervously sips her drink. She is starting to think that maybe she should just go home and deal with her boyfriend after all. Nathan continues to tinker with his camera, while Adam tells him more details about what happened to Carly. ‘Do you want us to go beat him up?’ Nathan jokes. Carly tells him that he’s sweet. James probably deserves it after the way he acted … but, she doesn’t need them to do that. She can handle it herself. Adam starts to rant about how shitty men can be, how disrespectful and rude they are. Women should be treated like goddesses … not like pieces of trash you leave on the roadside. Nathan chimes in, adding that Carly should at least consider some kind of payback. After all, the jerk should feel bad for what he’s done. What if she had been attacked out there? ‘The neighborhood he left you in,’ Adam adds. ‘Is notorious for violent crime, especially against women!’ Carly didn’t realize that, and the weight of what James did to her slowly begins to sink in. ‘It is really shitty that he didn’t even try to look for me,’ she mutters. Nathan and Adam move closer to her on either side of the couch. ‘So, what do you think you’re going to do?’ Adam asks. ‘It needs to be something that really pisses him off!’ Nathan adds. Carly looks up at them, as they invade her personal space with their questions. ‘I don’t know,’ she replies meekly. The men continue to pepper her with questions: What makes him mad? Does he get jealous easily? Maybe, the best revenge she could take is to make him jealous. Make him wish he hadn’t been such a pussy and just married her like she wanted. They get Carly riled up to a point where she is agreeing with them. It would be satisfying to see him suffer a little. Nathan motions to his camera. ‘I bet he’d freak out if he saw you with us,’ he suggests. Carly looks down at it. ‘Probably …’ she trails off. ‘Hey, let’s take some photos and send them to him,’ Adam adds. ‘I have a blocked number!’ Before Carly can say anything, Nathan is snapping photos of Adam and Carly on the couch. ‘Sit on his lap!’ Nathan says, laughing. Carly hesitates before Adam encourages her to climb on. He is laughing too. She swallows hard before deciding to just do it and slides onto his lap. She can feel the bulge in his pants as they pose together for Nathan. The man sits down beside them and takes a few more intimate photos before joining in on a selfie. ‘Now, kiss me,’ Adam says. Carly hesitates again. ‘I think we’ve got enough good photos already!’ Nathan pushes her head towards his friend and reminds her that she needs to make her boyfriend jealous. Really jealous. Make it convincing. She reluctantly agrees to give Adam a kiss, while Nathan puts the camera on a tripod and moves into join them. ‘Say cheese!’ He says again before asking permission to take her clothes off. She looks into the camera lens blankly before turning back to him. ‘Like … do you mean, have sex with me?’ She asks nervously. Nathan smiles. ‘Nothing feels worse than when your girl steps out on you,’ he says, his voice changing in tone. ‘So, if you want to prove your point, you’ll let us fuck you and you’ll enjoy every moment of it for the camera!’ Carly looks into the lens one final time before slowly agreeing to have sex with them. After all, James shouldn’t have left her. He should have come back. This is all his fault.
MR. NICE GUY
Innocent Teen Goes Home with Stranger for Extreme Rough Sex Hookup
SCENE opens on Amy, an 18-year-old girl, as she crashes through the door and into a hallway, laughing and nearly losing her footing. She is closely followed by Eric, a 25-year-old man, who catches the teenager and steadies her on her feet, laughing alongside her. The happy pair met that night at a club and instantly hit it off, flirting and dancing until the wee hours of the morning. When Eric invited Amy back to his house, she eagerly accepted and now here they are. Slightly embarrassed from the wipe out, the girl looks down the darkened hallway of her hookup’s place. It’s filled with strange statues that catch her off guard. ‘What are you … some kind of serial killer?’ she asks giggling, as Eric kisses her neck and guides her down the hall, brushing off his art collection as a hobby. He opens the door to his master and invites her inside. ‘See, no statues in here, I promise!’ She walks inside, and he shuts the door, his expression dropping completely.
Inside the bedroom, the pair start kissing and making their way over to Eric’s bed. In between kisses, they recount their night together and what a great coincidence it was for them to meet. Even though they’ve only known each other for a few hours, it feels as if they’ve known each other for years. You can tell that Amy is totally smitten by Eric, who is being sweet and goofy with her. She coyly asks if she can suck his dick and, smiling, he stops and takes her by the hand. ‘Before we do anything,’ he says. ‘I need to make sure we’re honest with each other. I’m guessing you’re not twenty-one yet, are you? You seem a little young to be at that club.’ Amy blushes and admits that she just turned eighteen, using her sister’s ID to get in. It was the first time she’s ever done anything like that before. Eric laughs, shaking his head, and asks if she even ever had sex before. Amy drops his hand and, trying to act sexy and mature, tells him she’s had three boyfriends and fucked two of them. ‘I’m really good at sex,’ she says awkwardly, leaning back in. They kiss again for a few minutes and she starts to unzip his pants when he stops her again. ‘Have you ever had rough sex before, Amy?’ He asks calmly. She looks a bit taken aback but, wanting to seem cool, tells him ‘sure, I’ve done that.’ Eric smiles and puts her hand back over his crotch. ‘Good,’ he says sweetly. ‘Because I really like you!’ Amy eagerly pulls out his cock and looks up at him. ‘I like you too!’ she says before he shoves his cock deep down her throat.
This descends into the BG ROUGH SEX scene. Throughout the sex, Eric takes a dominant role into making Amy submit to a range of rough sex positions. His attitude switches from being a nice guy to a total sadist: verbally humiliating and domineering the girl. Despite his change in behavior, Amy remains eager to please him and consents to every act but, as the sex goes on, you can see her being pushed further and further out of her comfort zone by Eric’s rough demeanor. Likewise, the further he pushes her, the more Eric seems to get off.
Teen Caught Getting Fucked by Father’s Best Friend
SCENE opens on Jessica, a precocious 18-year-old girl, as she sits knees tucked on her bedroom floor finishing her makeup in front of a mirror. She smiles and pouts at herself, taking a few selfies, before overhearing her father call her into the kitchen. It’s Sunday, the day of the big game, and he is having several buddies over … including John, a man who’s always been like an Uncle to Jessica and someone she’s crushed on for years. When she struts in the kitchen, Jessica’s father is shocked. How come she is dressed up like that? She is way too young to be wearing such provocative clothing! Jessica tries to protest, telling her dad its just what teenage girls wear these days, but dad is insistent that she go back and change. His friends are coming over, for goodness sake! She had promised to help him host … not be a slut! Jessica glares at her father before storming back into her room and slamming the door.
Jessica’s bedroom door slowly opens, as she creeps out into the hall amid sounds of men cheering and laughing in the other room. The game has begun. The camera slowly pans out to reveal the teenager dressed in another provocative outfit … despite what her father said. She looks smug as she walks into the kitchen, grabs a bowl of chips, and makes her way towards the living room. Her father and his two buddies are all engrossed in the game when Jessica asks if anyone wants a drink … and awkwardly says hi to John. Jessica’s father looks annoyed when he sees her outfit but can’t say anything in front of his friends, so he just shoos her off. John, on the other hand, seems fixated on the 18-year-old. He asks if she needs any help and follows her back to the kitchen.
As they open a few beers, Jessica tries to act mature and sophisticated with John, to impress him. After telling him her college plans, she gushes that he is her favorite Uncle, even if they aren’t related. She reminisces about all the good times they’ve had over the years, with John hanging around the house and being her dad’s best friend. John is charming and sweet with Jessica, all the while keeping an eye on her father in the other room. At a certain point, he leans in and whispers something about wanting to eat her pretty little pussy. Jessica is stunned, assuming she’s misheard. She asks him to repeat himself and he just smiles, saying he wants to eat the chips … before walking back to the living room. Jessica flushes red. Did he just really say that?!
One Hour Later
Jessica sits wedged on the couch with her father and his friends. They are all still engrossed in the game, while she looks nervous. She keeps thinking about what John said. He is staring at her now and starting to play footsie with her subtly, right in front of her father. The light teasing continues until Jessica can’t handle it anymore and excuses herself to go refill the chips.
Inside the kitchen, she opens the pantry and grabs a bag, opening its contents into the bowl. When she turns around, John is standing right behind her. He startles her so much that she drops the chips on the floor. Embarrassed, she apologizes for being so jumpy and leans over to pick them up. John is still sweet and charming but doesn’t do anything to help her … instead, he just looms over her as she bends down, ass innocently up in the air. There is something strange about the way he is calmly watching her while keeping an eye on the men in the other room. By the time Jessica gets back up, there is an uncomfortable silence between them. She squirms awkwardly as John stares at her, inching closer.
‘Jessica,’ John asks. ‘Can I ask you a question?’ She nervously nods her head. John steps closer. ‘Your dad told me once that you have a little crush on me. Is that still true?’ he asks coyly. Jessica freezes, her big doe eyes staring up at him. How embarrassing! ‘I can’t believe he said that,’ she dismisses. ‘That’s ridiculous. You’re like family to me!’ She tries to move back to the living room, but John pulls her back by the hand. ‘But is it true?’ He asks again, rubbing her arm. She looks down at it before slowly looking back up at him. ‘It was just a silly school girl crush kind of thing,’ she brushes off. ‘That’s why I never pursued it. You’re Uncle Jack. Besides, I’m too young for you … I just turned eighteen!’ Smiling, John continues to ask questions as he slowly backs her up in the kitchen, asking what she used to think about him, what she thinks about him now, and confirming the fact that they are just family friends. Her reluctance plays out more in body language than actual words, as she nervously backs up into a corner of the kitchen. Finally, he gets her to admit that she still likes him and that she has even touched herself at the thought of him fucking her. Jessica is extremely nervous about having this discussion while her dad is in the other room but John keeps distracting her, pulling her down in the kitchen so they can keep talking without raising suspicion. Finally, John asks if he can kiss her and, after some final hesitation, she agrees. After some foreplay, she also verbally agrees to have sex with him.
Throughout the BG sex scene, she enjoys what’s happening but is very worried and distracted about being too loud and arousing her dad’s suspicions. John eagerly devours her, giving her a long rim job and having her deep throat his cock before sliding into her pussy and unloading on her ass. She feels the cum drip off her cheeks, just as she looks up and sees her disgusted father and his other friend staring down at them both. Game’s over.
Teen Tricked into Sex by Masseuse and Her Creepy Husband
SCENE opens on Tori, a petite 21-year-old woman, as she taps her feet idly in a waiting room. She has an appointment today with her regular massage therapist, Linda, a kind older woman. Tori has been visiting Linda for years to help with lower back pain caused from sports injuries. When Linda warmly greets her, the two women hug and head into the massage room. They small talk for a few minutes before Linda asks her to undress and get on the table. She leaves. Tori takes off all her clothes, folds them neatly, and gets onto the massage table. Cut to Linda in the next room. She looks incredibly anxious. When she hears Tori call out that she’s ready, she nervously glances over to a man sitting beside her. It’s Richard, her husband. She asks if he is sure that everything is locked and secure, that there is no way they could get caught. Irritated, he snaps at her to quit worrying — she’s always being such a pussy. Besides, she promised. So, if they just do what he says, everything will be fine. Linda swallows hard, a conflicted look on her face, and they get up and exit.
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Tori is lying face down on the massage table when Linda enters the room. She begins the massage and, with a slight quiver in her voice, advises Tori that today she is planning to do something a little different with her technique. She calls it a ‘four hand treatment’ and asks Tori for her permission to begin. Tori innocently asks what is going to happen and Linda tells her she’ll simply be adding something to increase the pressure and to stimulate her muscles, particularly in the lower areas of the body which hold the most tension. Tori happily agrees and Linda, looking guilty, asks her to close her eyes and relax, while quietly summoning Richard into the room.
Together, they begin trading off between themselves … each taking a turn to touch Tori. They do not cross any sexual boundaries, but they begin to work further down Tori’s body into increasingly intimate areas of the lower back and upper thighs. Tori is completely unaware that two people are massaging her – she just assumes it’s her regular therapist. Throughout it all, Linda keeps talking to Tori to maintain the illusion, while her husband ogles the woman on the sidelines. He begins stroking himself while watching his wife rub Tori and then jumps in to touch her with his hands himself, his penis never actually coming into physical contact with her but looming very close.
Linda asks Tori to turn over on her back, so she may massage her front. When the woman does this, Richard ducks out of view. He stands just behind her head, fully erect. Linda becomes increasingly complimentary about Tori’s body and starts asking her sexual questions. Tori, thinking she is having girl talk, answers freely. Linda keeps looking knowingly at her husband and he silently pushes her to take the conversation further. Through gritted teeth, she starts to talk about her own sex life with Richard and asking Tori what she thinks of him. Tori innocently confides that she thinks he is cute but that she never looks at married men. Richard strokes harder behind her head. Linda mentions that Richard is going to start taking clients himself and jokes whether she’d like to book a session with him. Feeling somewhat awkward, Tori says maybe in the future but today she is happy to be in familiar hands. Linda puts a hot cloth over her eyes to calm her, while Richard creeps to kneel by her pussy. He smells her and stares at her, as Linda rubs her thighs and the women keep talking. Linda asks to go deeper and deeper, getting increasingly close to Tori’s pussy. She can feel hot breath on her labia. She begins to loosen up and enjoy the new technique that her therapist is giving … even getting to the point where it begins feeling good sexually. She moans, squirms and bite her lip finally removing the cloth to look at what’s happening. To her shock, she sees Richard in the room, smelling her pussy, and leaps off the table.
While Tori grabs her clothing to cover herself, Linda profusely apologies. Richard steps in front of her, taking control, and begins to reason with Tori. What did she think about their new ‘four handed’ technique? She agreed to try it, after all? Did she enjoy how it made her feel? What if she just got back on the table and relaxed like before? Tori demands to know what the hell is going on … is the couple trying to seduce her in some sick way? Is this a swinger scheme? She feels betrayed by Linda, a woman she’s knows and trusts. Linda feels terrible and encourages her to just leave but Richard shoots her a dirty look and continues to reason with Tori. He tells her that Linda has been fantasizing about him sleeping with her clients for years …that the whole thing was her idea because she is frigid and cannot satisfy him any longer. As he lies, Linda looks increasingly defeated. When Tori asks her if it’s true, she says yes and stands behind her husband.
There are several rounds of back/forth negotiation before Tori finally agrees to let the couple finish what they started. But, as soon as she has accepted, Richard tells Linda to leave the room so he can have his fun ALONE. This is another shock to Tori, who thought her familiar therapist would at least be involved. There is a second round of negotiation before Tori agrees to let Richard fuck her. She is so angry at Linda that she ultimately consents as a means of punishing the therapist who betrayed her.
After he has cum on her face, Richard exits … leaving the overwhelmed Tori on the table. In a final long shot, we watch her dress and leave silently, walking past Linda who is left to clean up the table.
A STUDY IN GAPINGSTUDENT SUBMITS TO INVASIVE ASSHOLE GAPING FROM HER OBSESSED PROFESSORSCENE OPENS on a professor’s lush, old-fashioned-looking university office. Professor Claremont (Mick Blue) stands at an ornate window, looking out lost in thought onto the university campus. On the visitors couch across the room, his teacher’s assistant Annabelle (Adriana Chechik) sits, waiting and fidgeting in the awkward silence. The ticking decorative clock on his desk is the only sound for several seconds. Finally, Annabelle breaks the silence — ‘umm, you were saying, professor?’ Professor Claremont snaps out of his reverie and turns to face her. Ah, yes, sorry, he apologizes. His thoughts had whisked him away to unknown places, he says playfully. The professor appears eccentric but charming, like a man from another era. Annabelle seems used to his odd behavior, even a bit enamored by it. He says that they’ve done enough for the day and dismisses her. But as she’s leaving, he calls her back to get her thoughts on a new biology project he’s working on. He trusts her like he trusted her sister, who he taught years ago. Annabelle is flattered, but tries to act nonchalant about it. He continues, saying that the project would be controversial but of great interest to him on both a professional and personal level. She asks him to go on, but before he does, he moves to sit beside her on the couch and switches to a very serious tone. He insists that she swears she not tell anybody what he’s about to tell her. He repeats that it’s quite controversial, and it could jeopardize his career if anybody were to find out about his interest in the subject. Annabelle looks a bit taken aback, but promises that she won’t tell anybody. ‘Marvellous!’ he says, switching back to a lighthearted tone. He pats her knee with his hand innocently. ‘Now then, tell me – what do you know about ‘gaping’?’CUT TO TITLE PLATEAnnabelle tries to recoil a bit from her professor without being obvious about it, moving away from the couch to the desk to make some distance between them. Gaping, she asks incredulously, you mean like the sex thing? Yes, precisely, he answers. He explains that he finds it fascinating… from an anatomical point of view, of course. He remarks that so much of human sexuality is driven by a lust for external body parts — breasts, legs, butts. But those who are interested in gaping want to see the beauty of the insides. He says that it’s remarkable, doesn’t she agree? Annabelle looks quite weirded out, tells the professor that she’s not the right person for this, and moves to leave. But the professor stops her, grabbing her roughly by the throat. Realizing immediately that he has gone too far, he releases her and apologizes. Annabelle gets her bag and is leaving, but something stops her. Despite her hesitance, something has…intrigued her. The professor regards Annabelle for a moment and then, opening up a desk drawer, slowly and silently removes a magazine and sets it on the desk. Annabelle tentatively looks at the magazine, which is filled with dozens of gaping photos. The professor moves behind her. ‘Isn’t it beautiful?’ he whispers in her ear. Annabelle looks scared, but also a little turned-on. He asks her if she trusts him. Reluctantly she admits that she does trust him and she wants to be a part of something important. The professor is pleased to hear that and reminds Annabelle how her sister trusting him proved very beneficial for her. What they’re about to do will change the world, the professor says. Annabelle is ready, and asks the professor what she has to do. In response, the professor silently unbuttons the first few buttons of her blouse before sitting back down on the couch. Annabelle takes the hint and unbuttons the rest of her blouse, taking it off as the professor watches. As she turns to him and begins removing her pants, revealing her perfect ass, he breaks the silence, saying that as soon as he heard about the phenomenon of gaping, he was intrigued. He’s since researched thousands of videos on gaping, but none of the videos get it right. That’s where Annabelle comes in. Together, she and the professor are going to make it perfect. He leads her over to his desk, where she gets on all fours, sticking her ass up in the air. Slowly, methodically, he slips her panties off. He caresses her ass approvingly, complimenting her on her beautiful asshole. The professor gets to work, lubing up Annabelle’s butthole. This is the first step in creating a beautiful gape, he continues. Sliding his thumb in her lubed up ass, she moans in pleasure. The professor begins to get to work in earnest, and his invasive study doesn’t stop with just his thumb. With the implements he has at the ready to probe and penetrate her (previously) tight asshole, Annabelle’s faith in her professor is about to be stretched to its absolute limits.
CREEPY VOYEUR SPIES ON YOUNG COUPLE AND FOLLOWS THEM HOME
SCENE opens on an establishing shot of a broken-down shed. It is early morning. Cut to inside. A homeless man’s legs stick out from underneath a tarp as he lays huddled on the dirt floor, surrounded by garbage and old food containers. From a dirty POV, we watch him lift off the tarp and sit up to see the sunlight streaming through the cracks in the door. His face is hidden by his hooded sweatshirt, but he is a tall, intimidating figure. He rummages through his garbage before picking up an old tattered porno mag and, with a groan, opening its sticky pages.
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Several hours later. The man, still shrouded in his hoodie, leans up against a curb begging for money. People pass him by without any notice.
JUMP CUT to a close-up of the man’s dirty shoes as he staggers down the roadside, panning up to reveal him holding a tall can wrapped in a brown bag. He comes upon the entrance of a park. From a dirty POV, we watch him look around before deciding to venture inside.
JUMP CUT to the man walking through a secluded, woody area at the back of the park. He has come here to drink and look through more of his magazine. As he settles down by the parameter fence, he hears a woman laughing and pauses. From a dirty POV, we watch as he cautiously stands back up and creeps towards the sound of the woman. Through the clearing, A couple have laid out a blanket underneath some trees and are making out. Jenny, the woman, giggles and play fights with Paul, her boyfriend, who is trying to affectionately get her clothes off. The man watches and listens, as their small talk reveals the pair are a recent couple out on a date. They are both college students. Paul wants to have sex while Jenny is nervous. She doesn’t want to do it in public and get caught. He tells her to chill out, no one ever comes to the back of the park. ‘Besides, we are both over twenty-one,’ he adds. ‘And it would only be a misdemeanor … so isn’t it worth the risk?!’ She laughs and tells him he’s a terrible influence, as they keep kissing. The camera jumps between a wide shot of the couple, with the man shrouded in the background, and a dirty POV of him watching. Finally, caving to the pressure, Paul suggests they go back to his place to fuck instead … and Jenny eagerly agrees. They gather up their things and leave, while the man still watches.
JUMP CUT to a dirty POV of the man watching Paul and Jenny as they enter his house, leaving the door slightly ajar by mistake. Cautiously, the man creeps up and quietly steps through it after them. He can hear their voices on the other side of the house. Breathing heavily, he walks through the main floor and towards the bedroom. He peeks inside and watches as the couple make out in bed. Paul is removing Jenny’s top as they kiss passionately, and she undoes his belt. She begins to give him a hand job, as the camera cuts back and forth between inside the room with them and the man’s dirty POV. Paul begs Jenny to suck his dick, but she keeps laughing and pulling twigs out from his dirty shorts. ‘Let’s just take a quick shower first,’ she teases. ‘And then you can do whatever the fuck you want to me!’ Paul groans and nods, ushering Jenny off the bed and out of the room, as they strip off their clothes and narrowly miss the man who has darted around the corner. From a dirty POV, he hears the shower come on and then creeps into the bedroom, so he can find himself a better view. He decides to hide inside the closet.
A few moments later, the couple come back into the room naked and ready to have sex. The closet door stays in the frame as they begin to go at it, completely unaware that they are being watched.
Young Real Estate Agent Tricked into Sex by Creepy Pervert
SCENE opens on Karen, a 20-year-old real estate assistant, as she puts a tray of cookies into the oven. She is preparing one of her new properties for an open house today and wants everything to be perfect. While the cookies bake, she walks through the downstairs to make sure everything is in order: straightening pillows, spraying air freshener, placing a bouquet of flowers on the table, and stacking her house flyers neatly by the door. You can tell the young woman is nervous, it’s her first ever showing on her own and she is eager to become an actual seller’s agent one day. She checks herself in the mirror and adjusts her pencil skirt and blouse … before walking out onto the lawn and staking an ‘OPEN HOUSE’ sign into the ground. A long POV shot shows her walk back into the house and close the door, before a creepy young man steps into the frame and reveals that he has been watching her. He grabs the bulge in his pants and walks towards the house.
CUT to Karen arranging the cookies on a plate when the man quietly enters the house. He watches her from the hallway for a moment before noticing him. She steps back startled as he approaches. ‘I’m sorry to frighten you,’ he says calmly. ‘I’m here for the open house.’ Karen composes herself and apologizes, quickly snapping into show mode. She offers the man a cookie and begins to show him the kitchen, proudly explaining that this is her first listing as a real estate assistant and, once she sells it, she will be able to move up the ranks in her agency and get a full-time position. While she is explaining, the man lingers behind her staring. POV angles show him watching her every move. She can feel his eyes on him and it makes her nervous. When she asks him questions, he always answers calmly … but his eyes never leave her. He seems very insistent on seeing the view from the master bedroom.
Just as they are about to go upstairs, the doorbell rings and another visitor arrives. Relieved, Karen excuses herself and goes to open the door. She begins to show them around while the man hovers at the stairs, watching her. After a few moments, he slowly walks up the stairs and disappears.
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Karen opens the door and shows the final visitor out, thanking them profusely for the visit and urging them to check her other listings out online. The young agent seems desperate. She closes the door and presses herself against it, swearing. All that effort to get the house ready and ANOTHER failure. She had promised the listing agent she would sell it today and she knows they will never give her a chance now. Muttering to herself, she kicks off her heels, throws the flyers, flowers, and cookies in a trash bag, and heads upstairs to shut off the lights.
When she walks into the bedroom, trash bag in hand, she is startled again to see the man standing there admiring the view. She lets out a noise as he spins around and smiles at her. ‘It’s beautiful up here,’ he says. Stuttering, she apologizes … she didn’t realize he was still here. The man stares at her for a moment before slowly approaching. ‘I overheard you downstairs,’ he continues. ‘It’s a shame that you didn’t get any leads today. I know how cutthroat real estate can be! How old are you anyway, you seem so young?’ Karen stares down at the bag and her bare feet and tells him she is 20 years old. It was her final test with this agency today but she will find another one. ‘Everything happens for a reason, right?’ She says, trying to remain cheery. The man walks around the room a little more, admiring it. ‘Well, maybe I can help you with this.’ He says. ‘What was the listing price again?’ Karen’s ears prick up and she fishes in the trash bag for a flyer, handing it to him. ‘It’s $749,000 asking,’ she says. ‘But I’m sure the homeowner would be open to negotiate that down a bit.’ The man stares at her while she urges him to look over the details again. He smiles. ‘I’ll take it.’
Karen can’t believe it. A huge smile crosses her face as she hugs the man, thanking him profusely. She tells him she’ll need to get some paperwork and an initial offer in the books today to meet her quota. The man assures her he wants to offer full list price and, because she was such a great agent, he wants to double her commission. The young woman can’t help but jump up and down in excitement. The man calmly walks over to the bed and sits down. This causes Karen to stop awkwardly. ‘This is a really big bedroom,’ the man says. ‘Do you think I could get a lot of girls in this bedroom?’ Not wanting to lose the sale, Karen says yes and tells him she is sure it will make a great bachelor pad. ‘I think I’ll put mirrors on the ceiling,’ he continues. ‘So I can watch the girls while I fuck them. Do you think that would look nice?’ Karen makes a face before awkwardly nodding. ‘Do you want me to go get that paperwork now?’ She asks, trying to steer the conversation away. ‘If only there was a way I could test this room out first,’ he continues. ‘It would be a shame to commit to this house without really knowing if its what I want.’ He stares at her blankly. She stares back. ‘What kind of test would you need?’ She asks slowly. ‘Well, I think if you would come over here and let me test you out, that would probably work.’ Karen closes her eyes, fully realizing what the man is proposing. ‘Will it be quick?’ she asks. He says yes. ‘And will you promise to double the commission, like you said?’ He says yes. Karen bites her lips and starts to unbutton her blouse in front of the man. He asks her to strip down completely, which she does. He asks her to get on her knees and crawl to him. She does. Looking up as he unzips his pants, he asks her to start by sucking his dick. She says YES and this descends into the BG sex scene.
After he has cum on her face, the man begins dressing behind her as the overwhelmed Karen wipes the cum from her face and asks if she can go get the paperwork now. The man silently grabs his tie and approaches her, filing the frame. CUT to outside the house. In a final long shot, the man hurriedly exits the house and walks over the lawn, grabbing the ‘Open House’ sign for sales as he exits.
Perverted Doctor Gives Teen Patient a Sponge Bath and Vaginal Probe
SCENE opens late one night as Dr. Marshall is finishing her rounds at the hospital. She walks through the emergency room door and briskly heads down the hall to visit her final patients, accompanied by a tired-looking resident under her supervision. The resident, named Bill, has been on call for the past 48 hours and is ready to collapse — he can barely keep up. But Dr. Marshall pays no attention; she’s used to this life and expects the same from her residents. She waits impatiently for him before softly knocking on the patient’s door and entering the room. There are two recovery beds set up inside. Dr. Marshall walks over to the first and kneels to check on the male patient. He grumbles and complains about being woken up as she adjusts his pillows and makes a few quiet requests for the resident to jot down. As he absentmindedly does this, Bill looks over to the patient in the second bed. A young woman lays there, dreaming, her leg in a fracture boot, her arm in a sling. She is wearing a neck brace. Bill seems transfixed by her innocence. He stares at her, lost in thought, when an announcement comes over the loud speaker, paging Dr. Marshall to return to emergency. The busy Doctor hands her clipboard over to the resident and informs Bill that he will need to finish the rounds himself. It’s probably the McGuire patient, responding negatively to surgery. Just check vitals on the female patient and ensure she is in a comfortable position before signing out. Dr. Marshall exits the room, leaving Bill alone. He swallows hard and turns back to stare at the girl.
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Approaching the bed slowly, Bill continues to stare. His eyes scan over the girl’s petite body, as she adjusts in her slumber. Her hospital gown is loose, and he can easily peek underneath it. He takes a deep breath and slowly leans in to get a closer look when the girl suddenly wakes up. Innocently, she asks what time it is. Composing himself, Bill calmly informs her that it is early in the morning. He has come in to check on her. Yawning, she tries to sit up and Bill swoops in to assist, moving the bed to an upright position and adjusting her pillows. She looks over at the next patient, who is now snoring, and awkwardly complains about having to share a room with a strange man. Bill laughs nervously as he settles her.
She asks if he can remove her neck brace, just for a few minutes. Bill nods and moves behind her. He has her lean forward, so he can unstrap the brace … long enough for him to look down through the cracks in the back of her gown. She is naked underneath. He starts to gently massage her neck as she sighs, relieved to have it removed. Casually, he asks what happened to her and the girl, who introduces herself as Rebecca, tells him she was in a car accident. It was her stupid boyfriend’s fault … and the prick didn’t even get a scratch. Meanwhile, she has a broken foot, sprained wrist and whiplash. At least she is supposed to be released in the next day or so. Moving around to check her vitals, Bill asks how old she is. She tells him she is 19 years old. He begins to sweat at the thought of such an innocent young woman. He knows he needs to get a closer look. Suddenly, his fatigue has faded.
Eying a bath kit on a nearby dresser, Bill pauses for a moment before walking over to the first bed, confirming the male patient is out, and then closing the door. He wrings his hands nervously, walks back towards Rebecca and asks her to get undressed. He is supposed to give her a bed bath. Rebecca, who has done this several times during her stay already, questions the resident as to why a Doctor is giving her one instead of a nurse. Thinking quickly, Bill informs her that he is a new Doctor on staff and is very hands-on. She still seems skeptical. Smiling, Bill he quips that he can go and get a nurse if it will make her more comfortable, but he’d rather do it himself, so he can be assured she has the proper care. Rebecca stares at Bill, as he wipes his brow. He seems professional. So, she asks if he will help her get undressed.
He slowly slips her arm out of its sling, revealing a bandaged wrist. Then, he has her lean forward and undoes the back of her gown. Gingerly, she pulls it off and uses it to cover her front as he slides off the boot and places her bruised foot on a pillow. Discreetly pinching the bulge in his scrubs, he walks over to the bath kit. He unscrews a bottle of distilled water, fills the tub, and brings it over to Rebecca’s bedside. He puts on some gloves before dampening a wash cloth and putting it over her eyes. This seems strange to Rebecca – no other nurse did it. Bill calmly explains that he thought it would relax her, so she doesn’t have to see the other patient in the room while she was naked. Rebecca laughs nervously as she can hear the man snoring softly in the background. She agrees. While they continue to small talk about her hospital stay, her boyfriend, and how he hasn’t even bothered to visit her once, Bill gives the girl a sponge bath. He takes great pleasure in wiping and lightly massaging her body, starting from her head and working his way down towards her legs. Remaining professional on the surface, he asks for permission each time he moves into a new area. But, unbeknownst to Rebecca, he slowly removes one of his gloves and pulls out his erect penis. Stroking in between wipes, his breath quickens as he nears her pussy. He asks her if he can spread her legs, so he can clean her genital area. Nervously, she says ok and, taking his hand off his dick, he opens her wide and sees her fully exposed for the first time. He starts to wipe around her pussy.
Rebecca twitches at the cold touch of his fingers and the sponge. There is a long awkward silence before she makes a bad joke about this being the most action she’s received in a long time. Bill laughs, telling her he is just doing his job while cautiously removing the other glove. He asks why she doesn’t dump her boyfriend, especially after the accident. Rebecca tells him that he is the only man she’s ever been with and, even if he is an asshole, he still says he’ll marry her one day. Not really listening, Bill informs her he is go inside of her now. She hesitates before saying OK and he sticks his fingers in her, wiggling them around. Why do you have to clean my insides? She asks. Bill, still stroking his dick, tells her that many female patients end up with sores or infections from not properly cleaning themselves. It’s customary for a Doctor to do a quick check. He wiggles his fingers some more before pulling out and tucking his dick back inside his scrubs. He turns around, licking his fingers, before grabbing his clipboard and taking some notes. He lets out an audible sigh of concern before the room goes silent. Rebecca slowly pulls the towel off her face and looks at him.
What is it, Doctor? She asks nervously. Did you find something? Bill composes himself again before turning around. Yes, I’m afraid. He says. I felt an abnormality in the cervical region. It could simply be that your cervix is in a low-hanging position due to your limited sexual experience, but it could also be something else much more serious. My concern is whether it is the result of an internal injury from your accident. Rebecca looks panicked. She asks him what, in layman’s terms, he means. Wiping his brow again, Bill does his best to calm the patient and explain that a woman’s cervix is normally in a higher position relative to the opening of her vagina. Hers is very low, which could be because her organs were damaged during the collision and are now putting pressure on her uterus. The last thing she wants is a rupture! Rebecca looks very anxious before asking how he can be sure. Well, I’m going to recommend a vaginal probe, Bill says matter-of-factly. This will allow me to properly investigate how pliable your cervix is before determining whether an emergency surgery is required. Rebecca nods and asks if he can do it now himself. Bill guides her back down on the bed and assures her that it is a quick procedure. She just needs to be quiet out of respect for the other patients. She asks if it will hurt and he explains that he uses his own body vs. an instrument to keep the pain levels low. Plus, since she’s been with her boyfriend before, it shouldn’t feel all that different. Just relax and let him do his job. This descends into the BG sex scene where Bill quietly fucks Rebecca just out of earshot of the other patient. He has her carefully move into several positions, to minimize her discomfort with her injuries, and all within the ruse of him checking her cervix. She agrees to each one innocently … and bravely continues even she is in physical discomfort. In the end, Bill pulls out and cums just outside of her pussy on the bedsheets. Nervous about leaving evidence, he wipes it up and then tells Rebecca that the final step will be a douche to ensure he leaves her fully flushed out. He unwraps a douche from the bath kit and squeezes it inside her swollen pussy. The water seeps out as she asks him if he can now make a proper diagnosis. Wiping her up, Bill tells her that he was able to adjust her cervix into its proper position and that she can be rest assured, there were no internal injuries. He slides the girl’s gown back on, puts her foot into its boot, and helps her into her sling. Just as he is about to put her neck brace back on, she asks if its ok for her to sleep without it. He smiles and leaves it on the bedside. Get lots of rest Rebecca, he says and quietly exits the room.
JEKYLL & DADCONSERVATIVE DAD BY DAY AGGRESSIVELY FUCKS HIS STEP-DAUGHTER EACH NIGHTSCENE OPENS on an over-the-shoulder tracking shot of Lucy, a 19-year-old teen, as she reads aloud from a Spanish book, talking to her friend Emma through a closed bathroom door. When Emma doesn’t respond, she gets anxious and checks on her, seeing she’s not there. She must’ve left the bathroom using the other door. We follow her in an extended tracking shot as she heads out into the hall and starts looking for her friend – first in the nearby bathroom where Emma was supposed to be, then when she finds it to be empty, she searches the various rooms of her house. She moves at a fast, worried pace, and quickens even more as she gets more and more panicked with each empty room she finds. Every so often, she calls out Emma’s name with increasing panic and volume in her voice. Finally on the opposite end of the house outside another bathroom she finds her friend Emma — who seems to be having a perfectly friendly chat with Lucy’s step-dad, Mr. Edwards. They look up at her a bit in surprise as she comes stumbling in, looking a bit panicked and out of breath. She tries to play it cool, saying ‘There you are!’ to Emma with a feigned smile as she tries to calm herself down. Emma explains that they were out of toilet paper in the other bathroom so she went off looking for another bathroom, and she was just heading back when she ran into Lucy’s dad and they started chatting. Emma gushes that ‘I had no idea your step-dad’s a policeman, Lucy, you never talk about him!’ Lucy comes up with a lame excuse, while Mr. Edwards waves off Emma’s interest in his line of work saying it’s really no big deal, he just has always wanted to help people, and so on. Mr. Edwards comes off as mild-mannered and jovial as he talks, but Lucy seems in a hurry to bring Emma back to her room, saying they should get back to studying if they want any hope of doing well on their finals.Mr. Edwards suggests that Emma should stay for dinner, but Lucy interrupts saying Emma can’t stay, she has piano lessons later. Mr. Edwards tells Emma that she’s welcome if she changes her mind, or if she wants to come back after her lessons for a late night study session. He makes a mean pot of coffee! Emma graciously thanks him, while Lucy continues to come up with excuses and tries to subtly pull Emma out of the room. A bit flustered, Emma manages to say it was nice meeting him, before giving in to Lucy’s shepherding tactics. Mr. Edwards calls out to the girls that it was a pleasure to meet her too. Once the girls are out of sight, Mr. Edwards’ hand slowly balls up into a tight fist, trembling with rage. Without warning, he slams his fist against the nearby wall as the picture cuts to black in time with the THUD. CUT TO TITLE PLATE Later that evening, Lucy and her step-father are finishing up a meal in silence at the dining room table. Mr. Edwards continues to give off a mild-mannered, very civil appearance as he eats small bites with a fork and knife, a napkin spread across his lap. Lucy meanwhile has a distant facial expression as she stares down at her food, and her body language (arms folded, one leg rubbing up and down the length of the other) is nervous and guarded. That Emma sure seems like a nice girl, Mr. Edwards remarks to Lucy. ‘She’s 19, same age as you?’ he asks. Lucy’s eyes dart up at him but quickly dart back to her food, as if she doesn’t want him to notice her reacting. Lucy says she guesses Emma’s alright, she only really knows her from calculus class. Mr. Edwards jovially says that’s not what Emma told him earlier, she says the two of them have known each other for over a year. In fact, she was surprised at how long it took Lucy to invite her over to their house for once. ‘Well,’ he says as he picks his napkin up from his lap, dabs his face gently with it, and then crumples it up and places it on his plate, ‘it’s a shame about Emma. Guess it’ll be just us two tonight.’ Mr. Edwards takes a pause to enthusiastically eat a bite of his food, and then says ‘What did you think of my little trick with the toilet paper?’ Lucy tells him that he’s a sick fuck, doesn’t he know that, and asks when this is all going to stop.
He snorts and ignores her, instead telling her that she should eat up since she’s hardly touched her food. He then continues on to say that it’s his responsibility to take care of her, especially after Lucy’s ‘little accident.’ He’s put his career on the line for Lucy. ‘If you mother were here, things would be different, but we all know whose fault that is, don’t we?’ he accuses Lucy. He rises from his chair and stands menacingly behind her. So when is this going to end? It can all end with one little trip to the police station so that they can tell everyone what Lucy did, or they could just go on with the arrangement they have now. Lucy stares at her food as Mr. Edwards continues to taunt her. The choice is hers. Does she want to go down to the station and tell the truth? Does she want to spend 10-15 years in jail? No? Then she wants to keep doing what they’re doing? Lucy quietly gives in and says yes. Mr. Edwards backs up and tells her to go finish her homework while he washes up. ‘I’ll come see you in a bit, huh?’ he says in a fatherly tone that highlights how twisted he really is. CUT TO a teen’s bedroom, in the dark. Lucy waits sitting curled upright on the edge of the bed in a nightshirt and panties, staring with dead eyes at the closed bedroom door. After several long seconds of waiting, the doorknob turns slowly, and Lucy’s body tenses up. It opens, and her father in only his boxers stands framed in the doorway, a silhouette against the light of the hallway. His posture is completely different, looming menacingly with his two hands clutching the sides of the door frame as if ready to rip the frame off. ‘Are you ready to kiss your step-dad goodnight, Lucy?’ he says in a taunting, growly voice.
THE HOUSEMAID’S TALEWEALTHY MAN INTIMIDATES HIS EUROPEAN MAID INTO CLEANING FOR HIM IN THE NUDEA wealthy man (Charles Dera) comes down the stairs of his house and turns the corner into the living room. He is distracted by his phone, and without looking, he accidentally bumps into a woman (Valentina Nappi), a housemaid who was cleaning in the room. He apologizes, and remarks that she must be the new maid the cleaning company sent over. She responds yes, with a noticeable accent but her english is otherwise quite good. He welcomes her to the payroll, and she replies ‘Thank you, Mr. Bradley’ in a polite and respectful tone. He tells her there’s no need to be so formal, please call him Trent. He asks her for her name — he’s clearly into her. She introduces herself as Rosa. As he listens he notices her accent more, and asks her where she’s from. She replies that she’s Italian. ‘Ah, Italian!’ he exclaims, and boasts that he speaks a little Italian himself. He recites a small phrase in French, and Rosa nervously responds that she doesn’t know French. Trent dismisses his blunder, then boasts that he travels a lot for work and he’s been all over the world. He asks if she likes to travel and she says that she’d never been out of Italy until she moved here a few months ago, her family didn’t have much money growing up and since coming to the States she’s been cleaning houses for a living and sending some of her wages back to them when she can afford to. Trent misses the point, and tells her that she’s missing out if she’s never traveled for fun, getting uncomfortably close to Rosa. It’s clear that she’s unhappy with his close proximity, but he either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.Trent seems emboldened by what he mistakes as Rosa being friendly instead of just polite. He asks her if she’s ever been to one of the local Italian restaurants, a fancy-sounding one. Rosa gives a strained smile at his tone-deaf question and says no, she hasn’t. Trent was clearly expecting this answer, and says that’s perfect, he can take her there sometime! There’s no better five-star restaurant in the area, he knows the head chef personally. Rosa interrupts him and tells him she’s flattered, but she makes it a policy not to date clients. Trent’s smile wavers, and he starts chuckling to himself out of embarrassment. ‘Oh what, you thought I was asking you out on a date?’ he laughs, and then in a bit of a more petty tone, he says ‘You must think I’m some kind of fucking loser to pay my maid to go on a date with me.’ Rosa starts to apologize, she thought- ‘Yeah, I know what you thought,’ Trent interrupts, and his rude tone gradually gets worse as he starts to rant at her. ‘Let me tell you, I do just fine. I’ve dated supermodels, I’ve dated fucking pop stars, trust me, I don’t need to be hitting on my fucking maid, OK?’As her boss gets more and more riled up, Rosa tries to calm him down. Finally she admits he’s right, she’s so sorry, and to make him feel better about himself she lies and says she must have misunderstood, english isn’t her first language after all, she sometimes misunderstands things. The fact she acted like he was right seems to cool Trent down, and he starts to treat her nicely again, patronizing her even. Oh, of course, how silly of him, apology accepted. Sometimes he forgets who he’s talking to, but he didn’t mean to be so insensitive. He’ll try to speak a bit slower from now on so she can understand better. Reluctantly, Rosa says thank you, and he says he’ll leave her to her work then. He walks past her and gives her a pat on the shoulder, not noticing that she flinches slightly at his touch. He keeps walking away from the camera and out of focus, as Rosa stands there looking shaken.TITLE PLATECUT TO days later, Rosa is on her knees scrubbing the floor with a sponge or rag, and wearing rubber cleaning gloves. She is wearing a nicer outfit than the previous encounter, one that accents her curves nicely and reveals a bit of her legs and cleavage, though it still looks on the plain, sensible and affordable side. She’s wearing a cleaning apron to keep the clothes relatively clean. Trent comes down the stairs and quietly approaches nearer to her, with the camera following his male gaze POV as he watches her with voyeuristic intent.After a long moment of watching her silently, Trent says what a nice dress she’s wearing. Rosa is startled for a moment, then sighs in relief. ‘I didn’t see you standing there, Mr. Bradley!’ she scolds him with a nervous laugh. He apologizes for scaring her, and says he hopes she’s not still on edge from what happened the other day. Rosa, clearly lying, says no, of course not, he’s the customer and it’s her job to keep him happy. Trent, oblivious, says that’s good and he’s glad they were able to work things out. He watches for a few more moments and then compliments her on the dress. She looks up at him with a smile and says thanks, does he like it? She’s wearing it for someone special. Trent raises his eyebrows, grins, and says ‘Are you, now,’ thinking she meant him. Rosa says yes as she turns her attention back to scrubbing, and continues saying she has something very special planned for the night. Trent asks her to go on, and she seems to warm up to him a bit since his apology and becomes a bit more talkative. She tells him she’s planning a romantic candlelit dinner, followed by a delicious dessert… although if all goes according to plan, ‘we won’t make it to dessert!’ She lets out a hearty laugh. Trent remarks that that’s very forward of her to say. Rosa looks back at him with a wink and says that she’s Italian, passion runs in her blood. She and Trent continue to talk about her planned special night, with him still thinking it’s him she’s talking about. She asks if she can leave an hour early to get ready and he agrees.Rosa thanks him graciously as she starts to collect her supplies from around the floor, and says that her boyfriend is going to be so surprised. Mr. Bradley’s face cracks, her boyfriend? Rosa says yes, her boyfriend, for their three month anniversary, didn’t she say so earlier? Mr. Bradley gets up slowly and starts to walk towards her with a heavy step. No, he says angrily, she didn’t say so earlier. Rosa starts to say oh, well who else did he think she was referring to? But before she can finish, Trent interrupts her in a raised voice. ‘I’m not paying you to run off and fuck your fucking boyfriend!’ he shouts. He continues, talking about how she’s prancing around in the dress, trying to turn him on, and now she’s going to reject him to go fuck her boyfriend? And she wants him to pay for it? All it takes is one phone call from him and she’ll be deported so fast. Trent stomps past her and kicks the bucket of water next to her, causing it to spill onto the floor. There, he says without looking back at her, there’s some work to do, she can clean that up.The next day, Rosa arrives at the house and is surprised to be met by Trent upon arrival. She remarks nervously that she didn’t expect him home this morning, usually he’s in the office until much later. How was her date? Trent asks. Rosa says nervously that it was fine, but doesn’t elaborate. Trent looks her up and down, seeing she’s wearing very plain clothes. He remarks that she’s not all dressed up today, in fact pretty much the opposite. Rosa replies that these clothes seemed more work-appropriate. Trent tells her he disagrees – he liked it when he could see a bit of skin. In fact, he wants to see a lot more. He wants her to strip naked and clean his house in the nude today. Rosa spins around, clutching her supplies in shock. He wants what? Trent says, ‘You don’t want all that money to stop going to your parents, do you?’ She’s worried and says that he wouldn’t do that, and he says, ‘You can try me!’ He then tells her that he just wants to help her and her family… Looking sad and humiliated, Rosa reluctantly says ‘fine’ and starts stripping out of her clothing, throwing them onto the floor in what little protest she can give.As she strips, Trent stares with great interest. When she’s finally naked, he instructs her to start cleaning. She begins scrubbing down the sink and he tells her she missed a spot, and another spot, and another…Rosa turns and see that Trent has his cock out. She recoils, saying that this has gone too far while Trent says it’s only just started. As he undresses, he tells her that it’d be a shame if she had to fly away, never to see her boyfriend again… Does she understand the words that are coming out of his mouth? So she knows what she has to do. Rosa’s hesitant but finally goes down on her knees with a defeated, ‘fine.’
Teen girl Melissa Moore begins to receive anonymous phone calls from a stranger, who does nothing but breathe into the phone. At first, she is creeped out by the calls but, as they keep happening, she realizes that it’s probably just her boyfriend playing a joke on her. So, she starts to talk back to the ‘stranger,’ playing along, and threatening to find him and expose him for being a pervert … referencing the fact that she knows who he is! But, no matter how much she eggs him on, he never speaks or reacts. She begins to anticipate his calls and fantasize about their roleplay … even masturbating about it.
Finally, after her parents have gone to bed, she challenges him to show himself. If he can sneak into her house and confront her then he can do whatever he wants … even fuck her. When the ‘stranger’ hangs up abruptly, the girl assumes her boyfriend’s game is over. When he sneaks into the house and catches her in her bedroom, she is shocked that he actually showed up (in a mask no less) and she happily submits to him, getting off on the experience and going along with the roleplay.
In a very primal sex scene, he takes her from behind and fucks her against the wall, on the stairs, harder than they have ever fucked before, and right under her parent’s noses! After an intense orgasm, the masked stranger leaves as abruptly as he came. The exhausted teen can’t believe how intense it was, as she lays in her dimly lit room. Her phone rings. It’s her boyfriend. ‘I can’t believe you,’ she says. ‘That was so hot! How did you come up with that?’