All Chapters of Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1: Ruined by the Sex Doctor(1)

** Trigger Warning**This collection is not safe.Not for your morals. Not for your comfort.Inside these pages, you’ll find public degradation, corruption of innocence, voyeurism, cum worship, daddy kinks, strap-ons, virgin ruin, twisted love, and begging that sounds a lot like prayer.There are no safe words here.Only wrong men. Wet sheets. And women who stop pretending they want to be saved.If you’ve ever said “just one more chapter” with a hand between your thighsWelcome to Filthy Obsessions.The elevator ride made her wetter.Sariah had worn nothing under the trench coat except a red lace thong and a push-up bra that barely contained her tits. She’d sprayed perfume between her thighs, tied her hair up the way he liked. She touched herself in the backseat of the Uber.Twice.First was a quick rub against her thigh while imagining his cock slamming into her over the desk. Second was full fingers down the front, pressing her clit hard through her panties until she bit her lip an

Last Updated : 2025-07-03

Chapter 2: Ruined by the Sex Doctor( 2)

The sex club smelled like sweat, cum, and leather.Sariah stood beside her husband, tight dress clinging to her thighs, panties already damp just from the moans echoing through the dim room. She wanted to feel something. Anything.Keon hadn’t touched her right in months. Their fucking had turned soft, forgettable—quick strokes, no filth, no hunger. She missed being wrecked. Screamed for. Fucked until her pussy gushed.A couple moaned near the back room, the woman tied to a beam, her tits bouncing while some stranger slammed into her soaked cunt from behind.Sariah clenched her thighs. Keon looked away.Coward.This was supposed to fix them. Supposed to remind them what it felt like to want.But so far?She felt nothing. Just the same cold ache between her legs, and the even colder silence between them.“Wanna leave?” Keon asked, quiet.Before she could answer, a voice slid through the shadows.“You’re not here for fun. You’re here because your pussy’s starving and his cock’s forgotten

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Chapter 3: Ruined by the Sex Doctor (3)

Dr Vale turned to Keon.“On your knees. Face your wife’s pussy.”Keon dropped fast.His mouth hovered inches from her cunt—wet, pulsing, swollen with denial. Her juices dripped down her inner thighs.“You want to taste?” Dr. Vale asked.“Yes,” he whispered.“Tell her.”Keon looked up, shame in his eyes. “I want to taste your pussy, baby. I want to feel you cum on my tongue. Please let me try again.”Sariah’s voice was breathless. “Then do it right.”He buried his face between her thighs.This time, he licked like he had something to prove—long, rough strokes, tongue deep, nose buried in her clit.Sariah screamed.Dr. Vale stood behind him, watching like a god.“Good. Don’t stop until she soaks your fucking chin.”Keon didn’t stop. Not once. His tongue circled her clit, faster, harder, two fingers sliding inside to match the rhythm she loved.Sariah bucked against the restraints.“I’m gonna cum—fuck—I’m”And then she broke.Her scream shattered the silence.Her pussy gushed, soaking Ke

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Chapter 4: Ruined by the Sex Doctor (4)

The new address wasn’t the sex club.It was a warehouse on the city’s edge—quiet, windowless, forgotten from the outside. But inside, it was all velvet and shadows. Lights low and red. Heavy drapes muffling the sounds of moans behind distant walls. The air itself felt like it had been fucked in.Sariah gripped Keon’s hand tighter. Her coat brushed her bare thighs. Underneath, she wore nothing. Her nipples were already stiff under the thin lining. Her pussy throbbed from the memory of the kitchen table—milk on her tits, his cock deep inside her. But this was something else entirely.There was no comfort here.Only rules.Only heat..Now, standing inside this strange red-lit space, her nipples already hard under her coat, her pussy wet just from anticipation… she wondered if she could obey.A woman in a sheer bodysuit greeted them and ushered them forward into the room where Dr. Vale waited.MDr. Vale stood there like a vision in violence.Black leather corset so tight it looked poured

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Chapter 5: Ruined by the Sex Doctor (5)

That night, neither of them slept. And when the sun rose, golden and hot on their tangled sheets, both Keon and Sariah woke up aching, soaked, and already a little scared of what came next. But neither of them said a word. They just packed what Dr. Vale told them to.They arrived separately.That was Dr. Vale’s final command.No kisses. No holding hands. No stolen glances.Just silence. Distance. Obedience.Sariah didn’t ask where they were. She didn’t need to.Her coat was removed the moment she walked in. Her wrists were bound next.Then came the blindfold—silk, tight, and total. The world disappeared.She was guided onto a plush surface—pillows, warm, low to the ground.Her legs were lifted, parted. Ankles strapped to the sides.Wide open. Vulnerable. Dripping already.She didn’t know who was watching. Or who was coming.But she ached.Across the room, Keon sat naked, arms strapped to a chair, his cock already swollen and leaking.He couldn’t see anything. Just the candlelight flic

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Chapter 6: Professor Wolfe’s Little Muse(1)

Juliette Marlowe had never been on a plane before.Now she was on a tour bus in a foreign country, her thighs pressed together, her pulse skipping like wet paint, and her sketchbook trembling in her lap.Twenty university art students were on their way to an elite five-day exhibition program in the countryside—private villas, ancient ruins, and a rare chance to create and study in luxury.She couldn’t concentrate on the rolling hills or the dark green blur of the passing landscape.Because Chancellor Wolfe was sitting five rows ahead of her.Chancellor Elias Wolfe.Head of the university.Master of control.And her quietest, filthiest obsession.He wasn’t just their Chancellor. He was their elite art professor too.Sharp jaw. Thick lashes. That dark voice that could make charcoal smudge.He hadn’t even looked at her.But he didn’t have to.Juliette had drawn him so many times—his hands, his mouth, the way he held a piece of chalk.She wanted to feel those hands around her throat.She

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Chapter 7: Professor Wolfe’s Little Muse

The next morning, Juliette Marlowe was late.Her thighs were sore.Her dress clung to skin still stained by storm water and sex.Her nipples brushed the inside of her bra like they still belonged to his mouth.She tried to hide it.Pulled her hair up. Smoothed the skirt.Pretended she hadn’t been on all fours the night before—cum leaking from her ass as she thanked him with her mouth.But when she slipped into the studio ten minutes late, breathless and quiet, one of the other girls turned and smirked.“You look like you got dragged through the forest.”Juliette froze.A few students laughed.She stared down, cheeks flushed red, chest tight“Miss Marlowe,” Wolfe’s voice cut through the room like glass.The room went still.She looked up. Slowly.“Did you sleep through your alarm,” he said, “or were you wandering around wet again?”Her breath caught.His tone was calm. Cool. But that word—wet. He knew what it would do.She nodded weakly. “I—I’m sorry, Chancellor.”He set his pen down.

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Chapter 8: Professor Wolfe’s Little Muse(3)

Juliette’s thighs still ached as she climbed the stairs.Her skin felt raw, sore, and soaked from what he’d done to her in that gallery.But her face stayed calm.Until she turned the hallway corner—and ran into her.Isla.The girl who’d sneered at her lateness.Pretty. Loud. Always watching.“Rough night?” Isla said, voice smooth and sharp.Then she leaned in closer. “Was it you this time? Did he pick you?”Juliette froze. “What are you talking about?”Isla’s smile didn’t reach her eyes.“Don’t play dumb. Wolfe always finds a favorite. I was last semester’s sketch subject. Late nights. Locked studios. The usual.”She leaned closer. “He’ll tire of you too. Or maybe I’ll report it before he gets the chance.”Juliette’s heart slammed.Isla’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “You think you’re special?” she whispered. “You’re just next.”Juliette blinked. “Next for what?”But Isla was already walking away like it meant nothing.She didn’t sleep.She couldn’t.The next morning, she went to Ch

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Chapter 9: Professor Wolfe’s Little Muse (4)

Wolfe looked down at Juliette.Cumless. Panting. His cock twitching against her thigh.“She’s coming to your room,” he said. “You need to go.”“But I ”“No.” He grabbed her chin. Kissed her deeply. “You don’t get to cumagain tonight, Little Muse.”Her eyes glazed. Her cunt throbbed.“I need”“Go,” he said. “Be a good girl. And you’ll earn it tomorrow.”Juliette’s eyes widen. Her legs are still trembling.“Back exit. Behind the shower wall, there’s a service door. Take it. No one can see you.”She dressed in seconds.Her pussy was still wet. Her throat still raw from screaming.And her body still aching from being denied release.She stepped into the hallway just before the footsteps reached her room.Her legs shook.Her panties stuck to her.And Isla?Watched her return, eyes narrow, jaw tight.Juliette didn’t speak.She just shut her door behind her and moaned into her pillow—frustrated, wet, and aching for the cock that hadn’t finished.**********************************************

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Chapter 10: Professor Wolfe’s Little Muse (5)

Juliette sat on the cold stone altar, bare legs pulled to her chest.The old abadoned chapel smelled the same—wet stone, melted candle wax, and the ghost of their first fuck.It was where Wolfe had broken her.Claimed her.Made her drip down his cock while begging for more.Now it felt like goodbye.She’d stayed away for days.Let Isla get in her head.Let fear make her small.But this place—the place where she became his Little Muse—called her back.She didn’t hear him enter.Didn’t know he’d followed her until his voice echoed through the stone.“You’ve been hiding from me.”Juliette froze.Slowly turned.Wolfe stepped out of the shadows, black coat soaked with rain, hair wild, eyes darker than she’d ever seen.He looked like he hadn’t slept.He looked like he’d kill for her.“I know why you’ve been distant,” he said, walking forward.She rose from the altar.Her throat trembled. “Isla”“I know.”She stared.“She came to you, didn’t she?” he said, voice sharp. “Told you she’d expose

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