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TITLE- SWEET SINS OF BELLA

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"Who the fuck are you?" My dad's best friend breathed heavily as he whispered, struggling to pull himself back from the brink before I could even take his cock into my mouth.

"Some call me heaven, some call me hell, but you won't get to know until you get in between my legs," I took another step closer. "Which one I am depends entirely on how brave you are."

His hands twitched at his sides, wanting to push me away, but remaining completely paralyzed. "You shouldn't be down there. If your father…”

"Some call me an angel. Others swear I'm the devil." I tilted my head. "You'll have to decide for yourself."

"I'm every warning you've ever ignored... and every temptation you've ever wanted."

"I'm the reason people stop believing in good decisions, they go against every good morals just to be with me. Men? Ladies? They all get lost in between these legs because I'm both their curse and their cure!"

"Heaven doesn't want me. Hell can't contain me. So here I am, get in between those legs and define me, feel both the pleasure and the hotness and let's see if you won't come back crawling for more!”

A low growl tore from his throat, the last trace of his guilt snapping completely. He gripped my hair a little tighter, pulling my face right against him as I swallowed his cock while staring at him as he looked down with dark, hungry eyes.

"Fuck it," he rasped out, his voice thick as he surrendered.

"Now ruin your best friend's slut daughter... she's practically begging for it.”

Welcome to Bella's Diary! Welcome as we unveil the Confessions of Bella: 100 Taboo Encounters!

Aren't you curious of the 100 Taboo she committed? Let's get started!

~Bella

The hot water cascaded over my naked body as I stood in the luxurious marble shower of my family’s penthouse.

I was already soaked between my thighs before the spray even touched me. Twenty-one years old and still completely addicted, that desperate, aching need for sex that never went away.

I leaned back against the cool tile, one leg propped up on the built-in bench. My fingers slid down my flat stomach and parted my smooth, shaved lips.

Two fingers pushed inside my already dripping pussy, curling just right as I pumped them slowly at first, then faster. “Fuck… I need it,” I whispered, biting my lip. My thumb circled my swollen clit while my other hand pinched a hard nipple.

The memory of that girl from my old college, her tongue on my clit while her fingers fucked me made me moan louder.

It wasn’t enough. I reached for the long handled wooden brush I kept on the shower shelf specifically for this.

I turned it around, pressing the thick, smooth handle against my entrance. With a needy gasp I pushed it in, stretching myself open.

The hard ridges dragged along my walls as I fucked myself deeper, hips rocking to meet every thrust. Water ran down my tits and over my ass while I worked the brush faster, imagining it was a thick cock or a girl’s fingers buried inside me.

My legs started shaking. “Yes… fuck me… fill me up,” I moaned, lost in it.

The orgasm hit hard, my pussy clenching violently around the brush handle as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

I kept thrusting through it, creamy juices mixing with the shower water and dripping down my thighs. I came so intensely my vision blurred for a second.

Panting, I slowly pulled the brush out, cleaned it quickly, and set it aside. I washed my body thoroughly, soaping my heavy breasts, my sensitive pussy, and my tight ass, then rinsed and stepped out. Time to look like the perfect rich college girl again.

I dried off and stood in front of the mirror. Long dark hair, athletic body from years of basketball, full lips, and eyes that always seemed to promise trouble.

I dressed for my new college in a tight white blouse that hugged my tits, a short pleated skirt that showed off my long toned legs, and lace panties underneath that were already getting damp again. No bra today, I liked the way my nipples poked against the fabric when I got excited.

Oh sorry I didn't introduce myself, my bad.

Hi… I’m Bella.

My name is Bella. I’m twenty-one, filthy rich thanks to my parents, brilliant in every class I touch, and until recently the star captain of the basketball team. I’m also a complete slut. Bi as hell and addicted to sex like it’s oxygen.

It started at eighteen. A girl and a guy dragged me into my first threesome. That night broke something in me, or woke it up.

Ever since, I’ve been chasing that high every single day. They’re both long gone now, moved on with their lives, but I’m still here… suffering, craving, addicted.

I need a good fuck every day or I go crazy. Fingers, toys, girls, guys I don’t care as long as I’m getting filled and used.

My last college? I got expelled… sort of. The dean caught me tongue deep in her own daughter in the locker room after practice.

She couldn’t make it public because of my father’s influence, so she begged me to “voluntarily withdraw” or she’d tell my mom everything. I transferred here last week.

In just seven days I’ve already become captain of the football team, they needed someone who could lead and dominate, and I fit perfectly after showing them the stuff I'm made of.

I’ve made a few friends… nice, normal ones. But I have a gift for spotting the girls who are secretly curious. The ones with that hungry look when they think no one’s watching. I know exactly how to fish them out.

Gosh… today is going to be so crazy.

I grabbed my bag, still feeling that delicious post-orgasm ache between my legs, and headed out the door toward campus.

My pussy was already tingling again, already plotting who I might seduce before lunch. The new girl in my literature class with the shy smile? The tall forward on the team who keeps staring at my ass during practice? Or maybe I’d let one of the guys on the football team think he had a chance… before showing him how a real slut takes control.

I smiled to myself as I slid into my luxury car. Another day, another hunt. Because no matter how brilliant or talented I am, the only thing that truly satisfies me is getting fucked senseless, and I’m not stopping until I get it.

I slid into the soft leather seat of my Bentley, the engine purring like a satisfied lover as I pulled out of the penthouse driveway.

The short drive to campus did nothing to calm the fresh ache between my legs. Even after that intense shower orgasm with the brush handle, my pussy was already wet again, lips rubbing teasingly against my lace panties with every shift of the car. I’m such a hopeless slut.

I parked in my usual reserved spot near the main building, perks of being the rich new star athlete. The moment I stepped out, heads turned.

My short pleated skirt swayed around my toned thighs, the tight white blouse doing little to hide how hard my nipples were. I smirked, loving the attention.

A couple of my new friends, sweet, normal girls who had no idea what a depraved addict I really am rushed over with bright smiles.

“Bella! You look amazing today,” one of them said, already reaching for my designer bag. I let them take it, playing the gracious captain role perfectly.

“Thanks, babes,” I replied with my sweetest smile. “What’s the tea?”

They fell into step beside me as we walked across the quad. “Mr. Brandy needs you in his office right away,” the other girl said. “Something about planning the inter-college basketball match next weekend. He’s the coach, so he wants to go over strategies with you since you’re captain now.”

Mr. Brandy.

Just hearing his name sent a forbidden thrill straight to my core. That creepy-hot man, late thirties, tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp jawline, intense dark eyes, and a voice that could make you obey without thinking.

He's always harsh in training, always barking orders, pushing us until we break. He looked like he could fuck a girl senseless… but he had that strict, rule abiding vibe. The kind who would never cross the line with a student.

God, I hate wanting someone I probably can’t have.

My pussy clenched involuntarily as we walked toward the admin building. I could already imagine it, being alone in his office, bending over his desk while he railed me from behind, that harsh voice growling in my ear as he filled me up. But no… he didn’t seem like the type. And that only made me crave him more.

“Tell him I’m on my way,” I said casually, waving my friends off. They handed me my bag and headed to class. I took a deep breath, adjusted my skirt, and walked toward his office, my heels clicking on the hallway floor.

My heart was beating faster, that familiar addiction flaring up. It had only been a few hours since my shower, and I was already desperate for real flesh, fingers, tongue, cock, anything thick and deep.

I knocked on his door, trying to look composed. “Come in,” his deep voice called.

I stepped inside. Mr. Brandy was sitting behind his desk, papers spread out, looking every bit the authoritative coach in his fitted polo shirt that strained against his chest.

His eyes flicked over me, just for a second longer than professional taking in my outfit, my legs, the way my tits pressed against the blouse.

“Close the door, Bella,” he said, voice neutral but firm. “We’ve got a lot to discuss about the match. Sit.”

I closed the door behind me, the click sounding louder than it should. As I sat down in the chair across from him, crossing my long legs slowly, I felt my panties sticking to my wet folds.

Part of me wanted to test him right here, spread my thighs just a little, let him see how much I needed it.

But he was already talking strategy, pointing at play diagrams, all business. Harsh. Controlled.

Fuck… why does that make me want him even more?

I leaned forward slightly, letting my blouse gap open just enough, nodding along while my mind raced with filthy thoughts. Bend me over this desk. Fuck the addiction out of me. Fill your star captain with that hot load while the whole school is just outside.

Today was definitely going to be crazy.