All Chapters of CUM-STURBATION: 20 DADDIES—FORBIDDEN TO THE LAST DROP : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

TATTOO SEX WITH CLIENTMy heart was hammering so hard I was sure Marcus could hear it.This was my first solo client, and of all people, it had to be him _Marcus Kane. The rock musician whose music I’d secretly listened to for years. He lay on his side on the chair, shirtless, his lean, muscular torso exposed just for me. His ribs were a blank canvas, and I was trying desperately not to stare at the way his body moved with every breath.“Ready when you are, Riley,” he said, that low, rough voice sending a shiver down my spine.I nodded, biting the inside of my cheek as I rolled my stool right up against him. My hands felt clammy inside the gloves. I leaned over his body to apply the stencil, my chest brushing lightly against his shoulder. God, he was warm. The scent of him; whiskey, smoke, and his masculine cologne filled my senses.“Tickles,” he murmured, a smirk in his voice.“Sorry,” I whispered, pressing the paper smoother against his ribs. My breasts pressed more firmly into h

Chapter 1: Clit piercingMy heart wouldn’t stop racing as I lay back on the chair with my legs spread wide open.This was crazy.I was Aria Lennox, a pop star, global brand, always in control, yet here I was at 1:17 a.m., completely exposed to a man I’d only met ten minutes ago.Elias Reed. He was calm, professional and dangerously attractive.He rolled his stool between my thighs and gently parted my smooth, bare pussy with gloved fingers. I shivered hard. No one had ever looked at me this closely, this intimately.“You have a beautiful hood,” he said quietly, his voice low and steady. “The piercing will sit perfectly here.”His touch was clinical but warm as he marked the spot with a surgical pen. The small brushes of his fingers along my sensitive skin made my breath catch. I could already feel myself getting wetter under his gaze.“Deep breath for me, Aria.”He applied the clamp. The pressure on my clit hood made me whimper. "Mmm-nnnh..."Our eyes met, his gray eyes were calm and

Getting a job at St. Jude’s Academy was like winning the lottery. It was the most prestigious school in the country for deaf and hard-of-hearing boys. The campus looked like a historic castle. It had tall stone walls, manicured gardens, and massive iron gates. The tuition cost more than a luxury sports car, and the families who sent their sons here were some of the richest people in the world.I still couldn’t believe I was here. I was young, and my resume wasn’t very long. But my sign language skills were perfect, and I had passed every single interview with flying colors. Today was my very first day as the new literature teacher. I was wearing my best professional outfit: a tight black pencil skirt that hit just above my knees and a candy-crisp white button-down shirt.I had about twenty minutes before my first period started. The hallway was empty because the students were still gathering in the main courtyard. My stomach was twisting in knots from pure nerves. I needed a moment to

I’d just finished my rounds when the guards brought in a new transfer complaining of chest pains. And it was just the perfect timing. Because my body craved sex even after what happened with Marcus just two nights ago. Inmate #5193…Jaxon Kane. He was fresh off the bus from upstate, they said. He was tall, ripped like he lived in the gym before the cuffs, with sharp green eyes and a jaw that looked so well chiseled I felt like touching it. The tension in the room was instant; he didn’t look at me like a patient, his eyes tracked my mouth, my hips, with a heavy, deliberate slowness that made my core ache. Tattoos snaked up his neck, disappearing under the orange jumpsuit. “Doc,” he grunted, sitting on the bed without being told. “Feels tight right here.” He tapped his chest. I kept my face neutral and professional. “Let’s get you something to relax those muscles." I turned to the cabinet, mixed the cup with steady hands. And handed it over. “Drink slowly,” I said.

The two naked women walked ahead of me down a narrow dirt path. I followed them into the thick, green jungle. As I walked, I felt completely out of place. I was still wearing my wet, salty clothes from the plane ride. My shirt was sticking to my skin. My pants felt heavy and damp.Soon, the trees cleared, and we entered a small village. I stopped dead in my tracks. My jaw dropped.What the fuck? I thought to myself.The village was full of small houses made of wood and dried grass. But that wasn’t the shocking part. The shocking part was the people. Everyone was completely, infact, totally naked. There were women washing large clay pots by a stream, their bare breasts swaying in the sun. There were men cutting wood with long blades, their hard muscles glistening with sweat, their heavy cocks hanging free between their thighs. Even the little children running around and playing tag didn't have a single stitch of clothing on.Nobody was hiding. Nobody was embarrassed. It was like clothi