Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Forbidden Sisterhood: A Collection Of Forbidden Stories : Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

Warning: This is GAY sex story, please skip it if you are not into LGBT content."Oh God! Professor Cross! Please!"Peter's desperate cry echoed through the locked office as Professor Damien Cross pounded into his ass with relentless precision. Peter was bent over the massive oak desk, his pants around his ankles, his shirt pushed up, completely exposed and vulnerable.And he'd never felt more alive.Damien's fourteen-inch cock stretched him impossibly wide, filling him so completely that Peter could feel it in his stomach. Each brutal thrust pushed Peter forward on the desk, papers scattering to the floor, the wood creaking under their combined weight."That's it," Damien growled, his large hand wrapping around Peter's leaking cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. "Take it. Take every fucking inch."Peter pushed back desperately, meeting each thrust, impaling himself deeper on that massive cock. It wasn't enough. Would never be enough. He was addicted to this...to the stretch, the

Warning: This is a gay sex story, please skip if you are not interested.Mark stood under the hot spray, letting the water wash away the sweat from his workout.It was 11 PM, late enough that the gym was mostly empty, which was exactly why Mark preferred coming at this hour. He was still new to working out, still self-conscious about his smaller frame compared to the muscle-bound guys who dominated the weight room during peak hours.The locker room was quiet. Empty, as far as Mark could tell. He'd been alone when he'd stripped down and headed to the showers, grateful for the privacy.He closed his eyes, tilting his head back under the water, and that's when he heard it.Footsteps.Mark's eyes snapped open, and his breath caught.A man stood at the entrance to the shower area...and "man" felt inadequate to describe him. He was massive. Six-foot-six at least, with muscles that looked carved from stone. Broad shoulders, thick arms covered in tattoos, abs that cast shadows in the fluoresc

Bishop Lawrence Castellano arrived at St. Augustine's Parish on a Thursday morning in late October, his black limousine pulling up to the rectory entrance with practiced elegance.He was sixty-five years old, distinguished with silver hair and sharp features, dressed impeccably in his bishop's attire, the purple cassock, the pectoral cross, the ring of office. He carried himself with the authority of a man who'd spent four decades rising through the Church hierarchy, eventually becoming one of the youngest bishops appointed to his position.Now, twenty years later, he conducted annual inspections of parishes in his diocese with the efficiency of someone who'd seen everything the Church had to offer...both the sacred and the profane.Father Henry greeted him at the door with appropriate deference. "Your Excellency, welcome. We're honored by your visit.""Father Henry," the Bishop replied, his voice cultured and smooth. "It's been a year. How fares St. Augustine's?""Thriving, Your Exce

The Bishop's hand moved to his crotch, adjusting himself, clearly aroused despite his attempts at maintaining composure."And she enjoys this?" he asked. "Sister Veronica, do you enjoy being used like this?""Yes, Your Excellency!" Veronica gasped as Henry thrust particularly deep. "I love it! I love serving them! Love being their vessel!""Then I want to participate," Bishop Castellano announced. "Fully. I want to know what these priests have been experiencing. I want to use you the way they do. Can you accommodate an old man's needs, Sister Veronica?""Yes, Your Excellency," Veronica moaned. "Please. Use me. Take what you need."Henry pulled out, leaving Veronica bent over and empty, and the Bishop approached."I'm sixty-five years old," he said, his hands working at his belt. "I may not be as... vigorous as Father Henry. But what I lack in youth, I make up for in experience and... considerable pent-up need."He freed his cock, and Veronica's eyes widened. The Bishop was huge, at le

Aria Sullivan was broke.Not cute-broke, living-the-dream-in-a-tiny-apartment broke. Actually broke. The kind of broke where she was choosing between paying her phone bill and buying groceries. The kind of broke where a $12 coffee felt like an impossible luxury.At twenty-six years old, she'd imagined her life would look different by now.She had a degree. Had interned at respected companies. Had all the credentials that were supposed to matter.What she didn't have was financial security, career momentum, or any clear path to either.So when she saw the ad at 2 AM while scrolling through obscure job boards in desperation, her first instinct was to delete it.EXCLUSIVE OPPORTUNITY FOR SELECT WOMANDiscretion Required. Generous Compensation.One Week. Summer Location. Life-Changing Experience.No details. No job title. No description of what "generous compensation" actually meant.It screamed scam.But Aria was also desperate enough that she filled out the form anyway. Uploaded a recen