All Chapters of SIN:BATION — 20 DADDIES SECRET: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

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Hot widower Bangs Babysitter

The morning sun hit the peeling paint of the bus stop bench, but I couldn’t care less about the view because my focus was on the crumpled flyer in my hands and the sheer desperation clawing at my throat. I needed this job more than I needed my next breath, especially since my landlord had already made it clear that if the rent wasn’t paid by Friday, my bags would be on the sidewalk, which meant I had to play my cards exactly right this time.As the bus finally sputtered to a halt in front of the massive, imposing iron gates of the Harrison estate, my stomach did a nervous flip, and I took a deep breath to steady my shaking hands before smoothing down my only decent skirt and stepping off into the pristine, manicured world of the wealthy. The walk up the winding gravel driveway felt like an eternity as each step echoed loudly in the quiet suburban air, and by the time I reached the massive mahogany front door, my heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I pressed the

Hot widower Bangs Babysitter

The afternoon crawled by in a quiet haze as Maya slept soundly in her crib, but my mind was a chaotic mess of racing thoughts because every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing the sharp lines of Mr. Harrison’s jaw and the intense, serious look he had given me in the foyer. By the time the clock on the nursery wall chimed four, the little girl had finally woken up and finished her bottle, but as I checked the inventory in the small kitchenette attached to the nursery, I realized we were out of the specific organic infant wash and the nighttime colic drops listed on her schedule. I knew I needed to inform him immediately so he could order them or let me run to the store, so I smoothed down my skirt and lifted a sleeping, peaceful Maya into my arms before stepping out into the long, carpeted hallway of the silent mansion.My footsteps made absolutely no sound against the thick Persian rugs as I approached the master suite down the hall, and when I reached the massive double doors, I

Hot widower Bangs Babysitter

When I finally stood up from the nursery floor, the room felt small and suffocating because the image of him on that screen was burned into the back of my eyelids, and no matter how many times I shook my head or tried to focus on my surroundings, my brain simply refused to forget what I saw. I carefully walked over to the crib and laid Maya down, noting with a small sigh of relief that the child was already fast asleep again, oblivious to the chaotic storm raging inside her new babysitter's chest. I leaned against the wooden railing of the crib, trying to force my breathing to slow down and steady my racing pulse, yet every time the house made a slight creaking sound, my entire body went rigid with the terrifying anticipation of facing him. I knew I still had to tell him what the baby needed for the week because hiding in the nursery forever wouldn't solve the inventory issue, but the mere thought of looking into his eyes after spying on his most intimate moment made a wave of in

Hot widower Bangs Babysitter

When I arrived in the morning, Mr. Harrison was out of sight and I didn't see him anywhere in the main house, so I just took care of the baby like usual. I fed Maya her bottle and rocked her until her little eyes grew weak, but I still thought of the reason he looked at me the way he did because sometimes he looked at me with pure lust, and sometimes he just bit his lip and walked out of the room without saying a single word."No, no, snap out of this," I whispered to myself, shaking my head as I laid the sleeping baby down in her crib.I needed to stay focused because I just needed to tell him about the things I needed for the baby, and since we were out of diapers and wipes, I walked out of the nursery and headed down the quiet hallway toward his bedroom.When I reached his door, it was slightly open, but I didn't knock because I thought he was just sitting at his desk, so I entered the room without thinking. The moment I stepped inside, my breath caught in my throat as I found him

Caught masturbating By Professor Elias

My heart was still racing from his lecture. Professor Elias Voss’s deep, commanding voice had wrapped around every filthy fantasy I’d tried to bury. I stayed behind after everyone left, pretending to organize my notes while the hall emptied. The second the door clicked shut, I couldn’t wait anymore.I slipped into the back row, legs shaking as I dragged up my pleated skirt. My white panties were already soaked. I yanked them down to my ankle, spread my thighs wide, and pressed play on the secret recording I’d made of his voice during class.“The raw power of forbidden desire…” his voice filled the empty hall, low and deep.“Fuck…” I whispered, sliding two fingers through my slippery folds. I was dripping. My swollen clit throbbed as I circled it, then pushed both fingers deep inside my tight pussy with a wet squelch. “Oh god… Professor…”I pumped them faster, rocking my hips, eyes half-closed. The wet sounds of my fingers fucking my pussy mixed with his recorded lecture. I added a thi

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My knees hit the cold classroom floor before I could even think. Professor Voss towered over me, that massive bulge straining right in front of my face. My pussy was still stinging from the orgasm he’d forced me to have on my own fingers. “Open that pretty mouth and thank me properly, little slut,” he growled, unzipping his pants. His cock sprang free… thick, veiny, and longer than I’d ever imagined. The fat head was already shining. It looked… perfect. I whimpered, shame and hunger twisting inside me. “Daddy… I’ve never…” “I don’t give a fuck.” He grabbed my hair roughly and slapped the heavy cock against my cheek. “Suck it like the desperate cockwhore you are.” I parted my lips shakily and he shoved inside. The salty taste of him filled my mouth as he stretched my jaw wide. “Mmmph…!” I gagged instantly, eyes watering, but he didn’t stop. He pushed deeper, hitting the back of my throat. “Fuck yes,” he groaned, hips moving forward. “That’s it. Take Daddy’s cock down your tight t

Caught masturbating by Prof Elias

The next day I could barely focus in any of my classes. My pussy ached in the best way, still tender and swollen from how hard Daddy had fucked me on his desk the night before. I had followed his order exactly… no panties at all, just my short skirt brushing teasingly against my bare, needy pussy. By the time the final bell rang, my heart was hammering and my nipples were hard little peaks pressing against my blouse. I walked to his office on shaky legs. The door was partly open like an invitation to sin. I walked inside quickly and locked it behind me. Professor Voss sat behind his big desk, grading papers like nothing in the world was wrong. He looked up slowly, his dark eyes immediately raking over my body with raw hunger that made my knees weak. “Did you lock the door?” I nodded. “Good. Now lift the skirt, little slut. Show Daddy what belongs to him,” he commanded, voice low and authoritative. I obeyed immediately, cheeks burning with shame and excitement as I raised my s

Caught masturbating by Prof Elias

The next day after my last class, I practically ran to Professor Voss’s office, my bare pussy already throbbing and dripping under my skirt. The surprise he had mentioned had haunted my filthy thoughts all day, making me clench and leak through every lecture. When I stepped inside and locked the door behind me with a soft click, my breath caught sharply in my throat. Professor Voss wasn’t alone. Sitting confidently in the leather chair beside the desk was Dr. Marcus Hale… the strict, silver-haired dean in his late fifties. His sharp, predatory eyes roamed slowly over my body with the same raw, possessive hunger I had come to crave from Daddy. “Strip,” Professor Voss ordered immediately, his voice low and commanding. “Show the dean exactly what a perfect little cumslut you’ve become for me.” My face burned with deep humiliation. “But…” “Do it now,” Professor Voss ordered with a loud commanding voice.” I swallowed as I slowly took off every single piece of clothing with trembling

Pick-pocket Fucked Hard

“Well, hello there, Mr. Sexy.” Ivy murmured the words with a wicked little smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. She took a slow sip of her champagne with her gaze locked onto the man standing across the ballroom.To anyone else this was just a high-society charity gala but to Ivy it was a hunting ground. She wasn't here for the champagne or the awkward small talk. She was here for the wallets, the credit cards and the diamond watches carelessly flashed by men with too much money and too little sense. She had a sixth sense for wealth and the man standing near the ice sculpture? He radiated it.His dark suit fit him with perfection, wrapping over broad shoulders and a lean waist. Even behind his half-mask, there was something undeniably dangerous about him as he stood there like a predator casually observing a room full of sheep.Ivy set her empty glass down on a passing waiter’s tray. Time to go to work.She weaved her way through the dancing couples, adjusting her own mask. She o

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“Are you out of your damn mind?” Ivy snapped as she took a step back with her heart pounding. “There is no way in hell I am stripping for you.”Dwight didn't blink but the amused and arrogant smirk evaporated from his handsome face in a second. The polite billionaire mask dropped completely, leaving behind the look of a cold and ruthless predator.He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Listen to me very carefully, little thief.” he growled. “If you refuse, I won't just throw you to the police. I will destroy you. I will dig into your pathetic life, find every friend, every family member and anyone you have ever cared about and I will burn their lives to the ground. I will make them suffer so completely that you will beg me to let you rot in a jail cell.”Ivy's breath hitched in her throat as she looked into his dead-serious eyes and knew instantly that he wasn't bluffing. This was Dwight Montana.. ruining lives was exactly what he was famous for.Swallowing heavily with

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