All Chapters of Forbidden Desires: A collection of sinful hot stories: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

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PIMPED OUT BY MY SISTER 2

Chapter 2: I WALK INTO THE FACULTY HOUSE IN A MASK AND LET MY JIE JIE TOUCH ME IN FRONT OF THEMThe faculty residence is a large, older house set back from the main campus path. Warm light spills from the downstairs windows. Elena does not knock. She opens the side door with a key like she has done it a hundred times and pulls me inside after her.The air smells like expensive liquor and perfume.We step into a wide living room that has been cleared of ordinary furniture. Low couches and armchairs form a loose circle. Soft music plays from somewhere unseen. There are already people here—men in open collars and rolled sleeves, a few women in elegant dresses, and three other girls in the same kind of short skirts and masks that I am wearing. The girls are barefoot. One of them is on her knees between a man’s legs, head moving slowly. Another is draped across a professor’s lap while he strokes the inside of her thigh like he is thinking.No one looks surprised to see us.Elena’s hand sta

PIMPED OUT BY MY SISTER 3

Chapter 3: I GET SHARED BY TWO PROFESSORS WHILE MY JIE JIE HOLDS ME OPEN AND TELLS THEM TO USE ME PROPERLYThe first professor is the one from my failed microeconomics midterm.He is broad, silver at the temples, the same man who wrote “disappointing” in red ink across the top of my exam. Now he is standing over me with his cock out, thick and already hard, while Elena keeps the toy moving inside me in slow, deliberate strokes. The second professor—tall, younger, from the statistics department—watches with open hunger and unbuttons his shirt without hurry.Elena looks up at them and speaks like she is still tutoring me through a difficult problem.“She is tight. Go slow at first. I want her to feel every inch. You can be rougher once she has taken both of you.”The economist nods once. Elena withdraws the toy with a wet sound and sets it aside on the carpet. Before the emptiness can settle she grips my thighs, pushes my knees higher toward my chest, and holds me open for him. The posi

PIMPED OUT BY MY SISTER 4

Chapter 4: I WAKE UP WITH PERFECT GRADES AND LET MY JIE JIE FINISH WHAT SHE STARTEDThe grade portal updates at 6:14 a.m.I am still in Elena’s bed when the notification lights up my phone. She brought me home last night, cleaned me in the upstairs bathroom of the faculty house, then walked me through the dark streets with her arm around my waist like I might break. I fell asleep in her room because she told me to. The plug is gone. The mask is on her nightstand. My body is sore in places I did not know could be sore.I open the app with shaking fingers.Microeconomics midterm: A. Statistics midterm: A. The red “failing” flags are gone. Both courses now show a clean, protected trajectory toward the end of the semester.Elena is already awake, watching me over the rim of a coffee cup. She does not look surprised.“I told you,” she says softly. “The exchange works.”I stare at the screen until the numbers blur. Relief and nausea and a low, residual heat twist together in my stomach. The

MY HUSBAND’S PUBLIC SHOWROOM 1

MY HUSBAND’S PUBLIC SHOWROOMChapter 1: I OPEN AN ESCORT PROFILE BECAUSE MY HUSBAND NEVER TOUCHES ME ANYMOREThe house is quiet again.I set two places at the table out of habit even though I already know the second one will stay empty. The pasta has gone cold. The candle I lit an hour ago has burned down to a stub. My phone shows the same message he sent at six-thirty.Late night at the showroom. Don’t wait up.I have been hearing that sentence for eleven months.David sells high-end cars. At least that is what he has always told me. The hours started stretching after he became floor manager, then longer when he started handling private clients. Now he comes home after midnight smelling like leather and expensive cologne, kisses the side of my head, and falls asleep before I can even try to climb on top of him. When I reach for him in the dark he mumbles that he is exhausted. When I wear the lace he used to like, he smiles tiredly and tells me I look beautiful before turning over.I

MY HUSBAND’S PUBLIC SHOWROOM 2

Chapter 2: MY HUSBAND WATCHES ANOTHER MAN EAT MY CUNT ON THE HOOD OF A CAR AND THEN TAKES HIS TURNDavid’s shoes stop right beside my head.I keep my eyes closed behind the mask. My thighs are still spread. Mr. Cole’s mouth is still wet against me, two fingers still buried inside, the orgasm he almost gave me still trembling just under the surface. The short plaid skirt is shoved up to my waist. The white blouse is open enough that the tops of my tits spill out. I look exactly like what I am right now—a masked whore on the main stage of an underground showroom.Mr. Cole lifts his head just enough to speak.“She’s close. You want the next one or you just watching tonight?”David’s voice comes from directly above me, low and rough in a way I have not heard in months.“I’ll take the next one. Finish what you started first. I want to see her come on your tongue.”The words hit harder than any touch.Mr. Cole goes back down without another word. His tongue flattens over my clit and rubs in

MY HUSBAND’S PUBLIC SHOWROOM 3

Chapter 3: MY HUSBAND TAKES ME INTO THE PRIVATE ROOM AND USES ME LIKE ONE OF HIS WHORESThe private room is smaller than I expected.Dark walls. A wide leather couch. A low table with a black box already waiting on it. One mirrored wall. Soft light that makes everything look expensive and dirty at the same time. David closes the door behind us and locks it. The sound of the main showroom becomes a distant, muffled pulse.He points to the couch.“Clothes off. Mask stays. On your back. Legs open.”My hands are unsteady when I strip. The plaid skirt, the white blouse, the knee socks—everything lands in a small pile. I leave the black lace mask exactly where it is. When I lie back on the cool leather and spread my thighs, his cum is still wet on my skin. He stands between my knees and looks down at me for a long moment, eyes moving over every exposed inch like he is inspecting inventory.“You came here thinking you were anonymous,” he says quietly. “You put on a mask and a little costume

MY HUSBAND’S PUBLIC SHOWROOM 4

Chapter 4: MY HUSBAND KEEPS ME CUFFED AND MAKES ME COME UNTIL I CAN’T SPEAKThe wand is still pressed to my clit when the third orgasm finally starts to fade.I am shaking so hard the cuffs rattle against the metal ring. Tears have soaked the edges of the mask. My voice is already wrecked from screaming. David does not turn the wand off. He only eases the pressure enough to keep me twitching on the edge of overstimulation while he looks down at the mess between my thighs—his cum, my slick, the base of the still-vibrating toy still seated inside me.“You’re prettier like this,” he says quietly. “Masked. Cuffed. Dripping. This is the version of you that opened that profile and left the house in a little skirt with nothing underneath.”He pulls the wand away. The sudden absence makes me whimper. He shuts it off and sets it aside, then reaches down and slowly works the curved toy out of my cunt. The wet sound is filthy. A thick trickle of cum follows it onto the leather. He leaves the sma

MY HUSBAND’S PUBLIC SHOWROOM 5

Chapter 5: MY HUSBAND PUTS ME ON THE MAIN STAGE WITHOUT A MASK AND LETS THE WHOLE SHOWROOM WATCH HIM RUIN MEI do not sleep.David’s cum is still inside me when I finally drive home in the dark, thighs sticky against the seat, the phantom feel of the cuffs still around my wrists. The house is exactly as I left it. The note I wrote about a headache is still on the counter. I shower until the water runs cold and still feel marked. When I crawl into our bed alone I leave the wedding ring in the dish and stare at the ceiling until the sky starts to lighten.His text arrives at noon.Same time tonight. No mask. No underwear. Wear the skirt again. Park in the same place and walk straight to the main platform. Do not make me come get you.I spend the afternoon in a daze of dread and heat. By the time I pull into the industrial lot my hands are shaking. The black door opens before I knock. The same man from last night looks at my bare face, at the short plaid skirt, at the way I am already br

Nerdy Neighbor Revenge 1

NERDY NEIGHBOR REVENGEChapter 1: I GET ANOTHER WARNING BECAUSE MY NERDY NEIGHBOR CAN’T STOP REPORTING METhe email lands in my inbox at 8:17 a.m.Subject line: Final Written Warning – Unit 4BI already know what it says before I open it. Same landlord. Same formal language. Same passive-aggressive reminder that “multiple complaints have been received regarding noise levels, late-night visitors, and most recently, an incident of public indecency visible from neighboring units.”Public indecency.That one is new.I sit on the edge of my bed in a towel, hair still dripping, and feel my face burn. The towel incident was yesterday. I had thrown every towel I owned into the wash and only realized it when I stepped out of the shower. The balcony was six steps away. The laundry rack was right there. I opened the sliding door, leaned out, grabbed the towel, and was back inside in less than ten seconds.Apparently ten seconds was enough.My neighbor in 4A—quiet, glasses, always in a hoodie, th

Nerdy Neighbor Revenge 2

Chapter 2: HE GRABS ME BY THE THROAT AND SHOWS ME EXACTLY HOW WRONG I WAS ABOUT MY QUIET NEIGHBORHis hand stays on my throat.Not choking. Just holding. The pressure is enough that every swallow moves against his palm. Up close I can see the faint scar through one eyebrow, the way his pupils have blown wide behind the glasses, the clean line of his mouth. The hoodie is still on but it no longer hides anything. When he shifts, the fabric pulls across a chest and shoulders that do not belong to the shut-in I invented.“You thought I was easy,” he says, voice still quiet. “Soft. Someone you could walk in on, grab by the cock, and leave desperate. That was cute.”He reaches up with his free hand, hooks two fingers in the open collar of my shirt, and yanks. Buttons scatter across the floor. The cheap fabric rips. Cool air hits my chest. The black lace bra is the only thing left between his eyes and my tits. He looks at them for a long second like he is deciding what to do first.Then he t

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