Semua Bab Welcome To Sodom: Stories Of Depraved Desires : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Sex With My Professor For Extra Credit(2)Emily's POV My legs were still shaking from the powerful orgasm when Professor Kane pulled his fingers from my mouth with a wet pop. I stayed bent over his desk, my skirt bunched around my waist and my ass dripping, pussy completely exposed. My cheeks burned with shame and excitement as I felt his eyes devouring every inch of me.“Turn around,” he commanded, authoritative.I obeyed, turning to face him. My blouse was half-open now, my breasts heaving with each breath. He stepped closer, towering over me, and slowly unbuttoned the rest of my blouse, pushing it off my shoulders until it fell to the floor. My bra followed. I stood before him in nothing but my tiny white thong and heels.Professor Kane’s eyes darkened as he took in my naked breasts, my hard pink nipples begging for attention. He cupped one breast, squeezing it firmly before leaning down to suck my nipple into his hot mouth. I moaned loudly, my hand flying to the back of his head

Sex With Mr Harlan Voss(1)LILA'S POV I stared at the screen of my phone, my heart hammering against my ribs as the explicit photos loaded one by one. My own face looked back at me — flushed, eyes half-closed in pleasure, lips parted in a moan. In the images, I was on my knees in the dimly lit supply closet at the office, my skirt hiked around my waist, while the delivery guy from last month fucked me from behind amd the worst part waa tgat the timestamp showed it happened during company hours.The message from my boss, Mr. Harlan Voss, was short and chilling: “Come to the conference room. Now. Delete nothing.”My name is Lila Moreau, twenty-six, an ambitious junior executive who had always played by the rules until one reckless afternoon when boredom and a bad breakup led me to let a stranger bend me over in that closet. Now those rules were about to shatter.I smoothed my tight black pencil skirt, checked whether my silk blouse was buttoned high enough to hide the flush creeping

LILA'S POV I arrived at Mr. Voss’s private office the next evening exactly as instructed — wearing only a long black coat over my naked body. The silk lining brushed teasingly against my bare breasts and freshly shaved pussy with every step. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it between my thighs. The blackmail had evolved into something far more addictive and I was no longer just afraid of exposure. I craved the danger. I craved him.The door was unlocked. I moved inside and locked it behind me. Mr. Voss was sitting behind his massive desk, his jacket off and sleeves rolled up, looking every bit the powerful man who now owned me. His cold blue eyes lifted slowly, drinking in the sight of me standing there in nothing but heels and a coat.“Take it off,” he ordered quietly.I let the coat slide from my shoulders and pool at my feet. I stood completely naked before him, nipples already stiff, pussy glistening with fresh arousal. He rose and circled around me, admiring me with one ha

Forbidden Fuck (2)Elena’s POVMarcus didn’t waste another second. He hooked my legs over his strong arms and spread me wide open on the workbench. The thick head of his cock nudged against my entrance again, still slick from my orgasm. With one smooth thrust he buried himself back inside me, stretching my sensitive walls until I felt completely full.I gasped sharply, my back arching off the rough wood. He felt even bigger in this position, pressing deep into places that made my toes curl. Marcus started moving immediately, fucking me with long, powerful strokes that made my breasts bounce inside the thin sundress. Each thrust pushed a wet, filthy sound from my body as his heavy cock plunged into my soaked pussy.“God, you’re tight,” he groaned, his eyes fixed on where we were joined. “Look at how your cunt swallows every inch.”I moaned loudly, my hands gripping the edges of the workbench for support. The angle let him hit the perfect spot deep inside me with every stroke. Pleasure

On Your Knees (2)Sophia's POV The air in the basement was heavier now, thick with the scent of sex and my own desperate arousal. Victor stayed buried deep inside me, his cock still pulsing as the last drops of his release filled my core. I could feel the warmth of his cum leaking slowly around his thickness, trickling down my inner thighs in sinful trails. My body trembled against the cold metal of the washing machine, every nerve in me still singing from the force of my climax.He finally withdrew, the wet sound of his cock sliding free making me whimper at the sudden emptiness. Thick strands of his seed followed, dripping onto the concrete floor between my spread feet. Victor’s large hands gripped my hips and turned me to face him. His eyes burned with raw hunger as he took in the sight of me, flushed skin, heaving breasts, and his cum already beginning to run down my legs.“On your knees again,” he commanded, his voice deep and steady.I sank down without hesitation, the rough co