All Chapters of Wild Desires {A collection of steamy stories}: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The next night came too slow for all of them. Father Julian had spent the whole day pretending to be the perfect priest, saying mass, listening to boring confessions from old nuns who only talked about gossip and missing prayer books, but his mind kept drifting back to the chapel altar, to Hannah’s big soft tits bouncing while he fucked her, and to Rebecca’s tight little pussy squeezing him like it never wanted to let go. His cock had been half-hard under his cassock all day, and every time he looked at the two nuns during evening prayers, he caught their eyes. Hannah gave him that wicked smile while Rebecca blushed and bit her lip like she was already wet just thinking about him.By midnight, the convent was dead quiet. Most of the sisters were asleep in their rooms. Julian slipped out of the rectory and made his way through the dark halls. He wore only his black pants and a simple shirt, but no cassock. He wanted to feel their skin against his without all that heavy cloth in the wa

Knox shifted in his seat at the back of the lecture hall, his eyes glued to Professor Layla Adams like they had been all semester. The room was emptying out fast, students packing up their laptops and notebooks and chatting about weekend plans, but Knox stayed put. His midterm paper sat crumpled in his bag, the big red F staring back at him like a slap in the face. He needed to fix this, and not just for the grade.Professor Adams stood at the front, wiping the whiteboard clean. She was something else, thirty-four years old, but she looked like she could stop traffic. She was tall and curvy in all the right places, with full breasts that strained against her white silk blouse and hips that swayed under a tight black pencil skirt. Her long dark hair fell in loose waves down her back, and those green eyes? They could cut right through you. Every guy in the class fantasized about her, but Knox knew it was more than that. She had this way of looking at him during lectures, like she saw so

Layla’s back was still pressed against the cool glass of the window, her legs wrapped tight around Knox’s waist. His cock was buried deep inside her, thick and throbbing, right on the edge of exploding. Her pussy was still fluttering from her last orgasm, squeezing him like it never wanted to let go. They were both breathing hard, sweat slick on their skin, when that knock came again.“Layla? It’s me, Dr. Reynolds. I’ve got those papers for the committee meeting. You said you’d be home.”The voice was muffled through the thick door but close enough to make Knox’s heart slam against his ribs. He froze, hips locked, not daring to move an inch. His cock twitched inside her anyway, and Layla bit her lip to keep from moaning. Her green eyes met his, wide at first, but then that wicked little spark lit up again. She wasn’t scared, she was turned on.“Don’t you dare pull out,” she whispered right against his ear, so soft he barely heard it. Her pussy clenched around him once, slow and delibe

I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day. Professor Ryan Gray’s thick cock stretching my pussy yesterday, the way he came all over my face and tits, the taste of his load still lingering in my mouth even after I brushed my teeth twice. My panties were soaked by the time I woke up this morning, and I had to change a few times before meeting him again, but I followed his orders exactly. Same short black skirt that barely covered my ass, and no panties. My nipples were hard again, poking through my white blouse as I walked down the same empty hallway after his lecture. The building was quiet, most students already gone. My heart hammered in my chest, but my pussy throbbed even harder. I could feel the cool air brushing against my wet lips with every step, and a little trickle of my juices ran down the inside of my thigh. I didn’t wipe it away. I liked how it made me feel.I stopped outside his office door, my legs a little shaky. Yesterday he had fucked me like I was just a toy for his

I stepped off the boat to the wooden dock, and the warm night air hit me like a slap. My heart was pounding hard already, and my pussy was getting wet just from the smell of the ocean mixed with that thick, musky scent of sex that hung in the air. This was The Cock Fest. No names, no talking about feelings, and no tomorrow. It was just pure fucking for a whole week. I had dreamed about this for months, fingering myself every night, thinking about big cocks stretching me open until I couldn’t walk straight. Now it was real.A tall guy in a tight black shirt waited at the end of the dock, but he didn’t smile or say much. He just held out a clipboard. “Sign here,” he said in a deep voice. “This says you’re here to be fucked without limits. You still good?”My hand shook a little as I grabbed the pen, but it wasn’t fear, it was pure hunger. I scribbled my name fast. “Yeah,” I breathed. “I’m so fucking ready.”He nodded once and led me up the path to this big white building that looked lik