All Chapters of Daddy’s Best Friend (collection of taboo love affairs): Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Friday evening. Sister Elise did not wait for instructions. She locked the rectory door, dropped to her knees, lifted the gray dress to her waist, and spread her legs wide. Her cunt was already dripping shiny pink lips swollen, a thin string of wetness stretching between them. She kept her eyes on the floor and her mouth open. Father Brennan stood over her in silence for a long moment, studying the novice who no longer needed to be told how to present herself. “You have stopped resisting,” he said at last. “Yes, Father.” “You no longer pray for strength against these meetings.” “…No, Father.” He unbuttoned the lower half of his cassock. His thick cock hung heavy and already hard, the fat head dark and wet. He stepped forward and rested it on her tongue. “Then this is no longer discipline. This is what you are.” He fed the full length into her mouth and throat in one slow push. Elise took it without gagging this time, eyes watering but steady, throat working around t

Victoria’s house sat at the end of a quiet street, lights low, curtains drawn. Father Marcus arrived at exactly ten. Roman collar still fastened, black clerical shirt buttoned to the throat, the twelve-inch weight of his cock already half-hard and heavy against his thigh from dread and reluctant arousal. He knocked once. She opened the door in a black silk robe that did nothing to hide the thick outline hanging between her legs. Victoria’s cock was already hard and flushed, the head wet. Below it, the soft folds of her pussy were visible when the robe shifted. “Inside. Kneel.” He stepped in. The door locked behind him. She didn’t give him time to speak. One hand fisted in his short hair and forced him down onto the hardwood floor of the living room. “Look at you,” she murmured. “Still wearing the collar like it means something. Take the shirt off. Leave the collar on.” His fingers trembled as he unbuttoned the black shirt and stripped it away. The white collar stayed tight

Ava had been home for four days when she first heard them. She was lying in her childhood bed, phone screen glowing in the dark, texting her boyfriend. He wanted to know when she was coming back to campus. She typed a vague answer and deleted it. The house felt different this summer. Quieter. Heavier. Like something had shifted in the walls. Then the sound came through the shared wall. A low, wet rhythm. Claire’s voice soft and commanding, nothing like the careful tone she used during the day. “Slower. I want to feel every inch.” A deeper male groan answered. Richard. Her adoptive father. Ava’s thumb froze over the keyboard. She should have put the phone down and gone to sleep. Instead she stayed perfectly still and listened. They fucked for a long time. Claire’s voice stayed in control the entire time telling him when to go harder, when to stop, when to pull out and use his mouth instead. Richard obeyed. Ava could hear the wet sounds of him eating Claire out, the soft filthy prai

The first time she came, Father Anselm barely looked up. She was late, the last of the evening. The confessional was dim, the screen between them old and dark. Her voice was soft, almost polite. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my last confession.” She listed ordinary things. Impatience. A lie to her mother. Then, almost as an afterthought: “And I touched myself while thinking about a man I shouldn’t want.” He gave her the usual penance. Three Hail Marys. She left without another word. He told himself it was nothing. The second time, her voice was lower. “I keep imagining him bending me over. Holding me down by my hips. I’m a big girl, Father. Soft. Heavy tits. Wide ass. I think about how his hands would sink into me while he fucked me like he hated how much he wanted it.” Father Anselm’s throat tightened. He kept his eyes on the crucifix carved into the wood in front of him. “God forgives the willing heart,” he said. “For your penan

Nathan finished tightening the last knot at Ava’s elbows. The rope bit just enough to keep her arms locked behind her back. She couldn’t cover her eyes. She couldn’t leave. She could only sit on her knees and watch. The other woman was still on all fours between Richard and Nathan, spit and cum already shining on her chin and the upper slopes of her full, heavy breasts. Those breasts hung low and soft, nipples dark and tight from being roughly handled. When she shifted, they swayed. Richard spoke quietly to her. “Turn around. Face Ava. Legs spread.” The woman obeyed. She turned, still on her knees, and opened her thighs wide so Ava had no choice but to stare straight at her cunt. It was already flushed and swollen, the outer lips puffy and slick, the inner ones a deeper pink and glistening. Her clit peeked out, shiny. A thin string of cum and spit still connected her lower lip to the top of her mound. Nathan moved behind her first. He gripped her hips, lined up his thick, veine