Todos os capítulos de Forbidden Desires: A collection of sinful hot stories: Capítulo 351 - Capítulo 360

**Chapter 3****I TAKE MY STEPDADDY AND STEPBROTHER AT THE SAME TIME AND THE OTHER ONE COMES HOME EARLY**Marcus doesn’t give me time to recover.He stays between my legs, cock still half-hard and shiny with everything he just left inside me, and looks at Jake like they’re deciding what to do with a shared toy.“Get the lube from the bathroom,” he says.Jake leaves and comes back in under a minute, already hard again. He tosses the bottle onto the bed. Marcus catches it one-handed, flicks the cap, and pours a thick stream of cold lube directly onto my cunt. It mixes with the cum already leaking out of me and runs down the crack of my ass. I flinch at the temperature. Marcus doesn’t care. He works two fingers into me, spreading the slick, then adds a third until I’m stretched and dripping all over his hand.“On your hands and knees,” he orders.I move. My arms still feel weak from the cuffs. My thighs shake when I get into position. Marcus kneels behind me. Jake climbs onto the bed in

HEADMASTER’S LITTLE PETChapter 1: I GET SENT TO THE HEADMASTER’S OFFICE AND LEARN THE REAL RULES OF THIS SCHOOLThe note is waiting on my desk when I walk into third period.Report to the Headmaster’s office immediately.No explanation. No signature. Just thick black ink on cream cardstock that feels too expensive for a regular disciplinary slip. A few students glance over. One girl smirks like she already knows something I don’t.I am three days into this school as a transfer. I do not have friends yet. I do not have enemies either. I have no idea what I could have done.The administration wing is quiet. Carpet thick enough to swallow footsteps. The door at the end of the hall is dark wood with a brass nameplate: Headmaster Voss.I knock.“Enter.”His voice is low and controlled, the kind that expects obedience without raising volume. I step inside and close the door behind me. The office is larger than I expected—tall windows, heavy shelves, a massive desk that looks like it has be

Chapter 3: I SPEND THE WHOLE DAY WITH HIS PLUG INSIDE ME AND THEN HE MAKES ME COME FROM BEING PUNISHEDThe plug is impossible to forget.Every step between classes shifts it. Every time I sit the base presses against the chair and sends a dull, secret pressure through me. By lunch I am damp between my legs and furious about it. By last period I am counting the minutes until 3:30 with a mixture of dread and something I refuse to name.I knock on the heavy door at exactly half past three.“Enter.”Headmaster Voss is behind the desk again. He looks up from a file, eyes moving over me in a slow, deliberate sweep that feels like a physical touch. He does not speak immediately. He simply holds out one hand, palm up.I know what he wants.I walk to him, turn, and lift my skirt. Cool air hits bare, still-tender skin. He hooks a finger under the base of the plug and gives it a slight tug, confirming it has stayed in place all day. The movement forces a soft, involuntary sound out of me.“Good

**Chapter 4: I GET ON MY KNEES IN THE HEADMASTER’S OFFICE AND BECOME HIS LITTLE PET FOR REAL**I feel the plug with every step of the final hallway.My skirt brushes bare, still-tender skin. Underneath, the flared base is a constant secret pressure. I have been wet since third period. The knowledge of what he said yesterday—that I would use my mouth—has sat in my stomach like a stone and between my legs like a pulse.I knock at exactly 3:30.“Enter.”Headmaster Voss is standing beside the desk rather than behind it. The paddle is already out, resting on the polished wood. A second item sits beside it: a thin black leather collar with a small silver ring. My eyes catch on it and my throat goes dry.He follows my gaze.“That is for later. First things first. Hem.”I walk to him on unsteady legs, turn, and lift my skirt. He checks the plug with a firm tug that makes my breath hitch, then nods once.“Over the desk. Thirty today. You hesitated in your reflection last night, didn’t you? I c

**Chapter 3: I GET FUCKED BY THE BUS DRIVER WHILE THE WHOLE SQUAD USES BOTH OF US ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD**The driver’s boots stop beside the row where I am still spread open.He is older than the rest of us—early thirties maybe—dark uniform shirt open at the collar, eyes almost black in the low light. He doesn’t look surprised. He looks like a man who has driven this particular bus for this particular squad before and knows exactly what the schedule is once the highway lights disappear.Madison is the one who speaks.“She’s the new girl. Be nice for the first round. After that she’s fair game like the rest of us.”He makes a low sound of acknowledgment and reaches down. His hands are big and rough when they slide under my thighs and pull me toward the edge of the seat so my ass is almost hanging off. My mini skirt is still bunched at my waist. I am soaked and swollen and already marked by half a dozen mouths. He drags the head of his cock through my folds once, coating himself, then