All Chapters of Forbidden Desires: A collection of sinful hot stories: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

Chapter 1: They Showed Me the Video of Me Finger-Fucking Myself at My Desk and I Still Said YesThe email lands in my inbox at 8:17 a.m.
Subject: Team-building. Conference Room A. 10 a.m. Mandatory.My stomach drops the second I see it. I already know what this means.I walk to Hargrove’s office with my heart hammering against my ribs. He does not waste a single second. He simply turns the monitor toward me.There I am on the screen. Last Tuesday. 11:47 p.m. My office. Door locked. Blinds closed. Or so I believed.My skirt sits shoved up around my waist. Blouse hanging open. Tits completely exposed. Legs spread wide in my leather chair. Two fingers buried deep in my cunt. The wet, sloppy sounds fill the speakers. My head tilts back. Mouth open.On the recording I hear myself moan, low and filthy. “Fuck… I need them to ruin me. All of them. I need to be their fucking whore.”Heat rushes across my face so fiercely I feel lightheaded. My cheeks burn.Hargrove opens another file. A differ

“Fuck yes,” he grunts. “This tight corporate cunt was made for taking cock. You feel that? You are gripping me like you never want me to leave.”Hargrove pulls out just long enough for me to gasp. “Q3… revenue… up twelve percent…” I manage between thrusts.Someone laughs. Victoria leans over and slaps my left tit hard. The sting makes my pussy clench around Marcus.“Pathetic,” she says. “You used to stand up here in your power suits and tell us what to do. Now look at you. Naked. Getting railed on the table while you try to remember your own numbers.”Marcus slams deep and grinds. His pubic bone rubs my clit. I am so close.“Don’t you fucking cum,” Hargrove warns. “Not until we say.”Marcus pulls out suddenly. My pussy clenches around nothing. I whine.He walks to my head and wipes his cock across my lips. “Clean it.”I open and suck my own wetness off him while another man takes his place between my legs.This one moves slower, smoother. He slides in deep and stays there, rolling his

BROTHER’S WIFE, FATHER’S TURN
My Father-in-Law Claims Me While My Husband WatchesChapter 1
I LET MY FATHER-IN-LAW KISS ME THE WAY MY HUSBAND NEVER DOESThe house is quiet after midnight.Daniel is already asleep upstairs. He has been sleeping early since the funeral, turning his back to me the second the lights go out. I stopped trying to reach for him weeks ago.I come down for water. That’s the only reason.Richard is in the kitchen.My father-in-law stands at the counter in a dark T-shirt and sweatpants, glass of water in hand. He looks up when I enter. The air changes the way it always does now when we’re alone.“Couldn’t sleep?” His voice is low. Steady.“Just needed water.”He doesn’t move when I reach past him for a clean glass. My arm brushes his. He stays exactly where he is.“He’s still not touching you.”It isn’t a question. Heat crawls up my neck. I keep my eyes on the glass.“That’s between me and Daniel.”Richard sets his own glass down. The soft click is loud in the qu

Chapter 3
I LET MY FATHER-IN-LAW TRAIN ME IN HIS HOUSE WHILE MY HUSBAND IS FORCED TO STAY HARD AND WAITDaniel drops to his knees.He doesn’t look at me when he does it. He just sinks down between my spread legs, stares at the thick lines of his father’s cum running down my thighs, and leans in.The first drag of his tongue is hesitant. The second is not. Richard’s hand settles on the back of Daniel’s head and holds him there.“All of it,” Richard says. “Don’t waste what I put in her.”Daniel’s tongue works through the mess, collecting the cum that keeps leaking out of me. Every pass of his mouth makes me twitch. I’m still sensitive, still open, and the fact that it’s my husband’s tongue cleaning another man’s load out of me makes the shame burn hotter than the lingering stretch.Richard watches the whole time, one hand resting possessively on my lower back.“Good,” he says when Daniel finally sits back on his heels, mouth shiny. “That’s the first lesson. When I use her, you clean her

**Chapter 2** **I CORRUPT THE SISTERS AND GET SENT TO THE PRIEST WET AND SMILING**They put me in the postulants’ dormitory.Six narrow beds. Six identical crosses on the wall. Six girls who look like they’ve never had a dirty thought in their lives. The air smells like soap and starch and fear of sin.I’m the only one who doesn’t belong.Evening prayer is over. Father Elias stood at the front the entire time, voice steady, eyes never quite landing on me again. I still felt him. Every time I shifted on the hard pew the habit dragged against my bare pussy and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stay quiet. By the time we filed out I was slick between the thighs and restless.Now the dormitory is quiet except for the soft rustle of habits being folded and the occasional nervous whisper.Sister Agnes is the youngest-looking one. Soft freckles. Big eyes. She keeps glancing at me like I’m a wild animal someone left in the room by mistake. Sister Ruth is stricter, already correcting p