1. Jake's Magic Remote VI - Shenanigans


    Date: 3/26/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Sex Humor, Taboo, Author: WriterJim, Rating: 91, Source: xHamster

    NOTE: This story is intended for adults only. It includes elements of voyeurism, time stop, non-consent/reluctance, ince$t, and mind control. If you are offended or upset by this sort of thing, please do not read it. The story is fiction and any resemblance to real persons or events is either coincidental or the result of artistic liberty. Feedback and positive criticism is welcome, as are suggestions and requests. ------------- Jake walked into the steakhouse with his favorite two women close behind him. It looked like a pretty fun place, with a real “barbeque in a cabin” sort of feel. There were snowshoes and a****l skins and road signs and all sorts of other crazy crap up on the walls, and the Hostess put a cup full of crayons on the table as she seated them. Petra grinned and immediately got to work drawing on the brown paper that was d****d over the booth’s table. Sarah sat next to Jake and opposite their daughter, engrossing herself in the menu. Jake was a little worried about her; ever since he’d brainwashed her into sex Thursday night, she’d been affectionate enough but a little cold, like she wanted to avoid it happening again. It was a little troubling to have your own wife seem like she was upset about wanting sex, but then given the way she’d cooled down about it the last couple years it was not that surprising either. Jake decided to put it out of his mind and enjoy the dinner. The menu looked pretty great, and none of the prices were too awful. He glanced ...
    over at the table, where Petra was busy drawing a very attractive woman’s ass. “Already know what you’re going to order, Pet?” he asked her. Petra smiled at him. Goddamn, she had a pretty smile. And she’d done her hair up in pigtails, which along with the skirt and high socks she wore gave her an adorable schoolgirl look. “Yes Daddy,” she said. “I’m having the Rib sampler.” Jake nodded. “That looks pretty good. I think I’ll stick with the steak, though.” Orders were taken and drinks were served. Petra continued working on her surprisingly detailed nude on the table, despite her mother’s annoyed complaints. She was kicking her legs girlishly under the table; Jake could tell because now and then her toe would touch his shin. She’d taken her shoes off, so he didn’t bother telling “Did I tell you guys about the car wreck downtown?” Jake asked. “I read about that,” Sarah said. “They said everybody got out okay somehow, but a pedestrian got hit by some debris.” Jake nodded. “It was on my way in to the office. Pretty ugly scene. Really though, no other injuries? That’s weird.” Jake’s own injury had healed really quickly, so he hadn’t bothered worrying his f****y about it. But it was really odd that nobody had been hurt in a crash like that. He was replaying what he’d seen of the wreckage in his mind when Petra scoffed. “What a bitch,” she said quietly, nodding in the direction of another table where a waiter looked to be apologizing. “Petra, language,” Sarah chided. Jake was curious. ...
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