All Chapters of Forbidden Desires: A collection of sinful hot stories: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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I Get Caught Finger-Fucking My Soaked Cunt Like a Desperate Whore and My Stepmom Slaps a Collar On Me

Chapter 1: I Get Caught Masturbating and My Stepmom Collars Me Like a BitchMy fingers are buried deep in my soaked cunt when the bedroom door swings open.I freeze, thighs spread wide on my bed, one hand pinching my fat nipple, the other knuckle-deep inside myself. The wet sounds stop instantly. My heart slams against my ribs.Mom, my stepmom, Elena stands in the doorway in her silk robe, dark hair loose, eyes locked on my dripping pussy. She doesn’t look shocked. She looks… hungry.“Poor little girl,” she murmurs, stepping inside and closing the door with a soft click. “All alone, fucking that greedy hole every night and still so empty.”I yank my hand away, shame flooding my face. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t—”“Shh.” She’s on me before I can finish, her fingers wrapping around my wrist, bringing my glistening fingers to her lips. She sucks them clean, moaning low. “You taste like desperation.”This is wrong. She’s married to Dad. She’s my stepmom. But my pussy clenches hard at the heat

I Squirt All Over My Stepsister’s Tongue While Stepmom Holds Me Down

The footsteps stop right outside the door.My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my clit. Elena’s fingers are still buried deep in my cunt, slowly pumping while I tremble on all fours.The door opens.Lila, my stepsister, steps in, phone in hand, earbuds dangling. Her eyes widen, then narrow with dark delight when she sees me: collared, naked, ass up, stepmom’s fingers knuckle-deep inside me.“Oh my fucking God,” Lila breathes. She closes the door and locks it. “You actually did it, Mom. You collared the little slut.”Elena laughs and curls her fingers, making me whimper. “She’s been desperate for it. Look how wet she is. Already squirted once like a broken faucet.”Lila drops to her knees in front of me. She’s eighteen, same as me, but always so confident, so cruelly pretty. She grabs my chin, forcing me to look at her.“Been touching yourself thinking about us, haven’t you?” she whispers. “I hear you through the wall every night. Moaning like a bitch in heat.”I try to look away.

They Pass Me Around Like a Toy and Make Me Squirt on the Living Room Floor

They Pass Me Around Like a Toy and Make Me Squirt on the Living Room FloorDad’s thick cock is already halfway inside me when the shame hits like a slap.I’m on all fours in the middle of the living room rug, collared and leashed, my heavy tits dragging against the coarse fibers. Elena and Lila are holding my shoulders down, keeping my ass high. Marcus is kneeling beside me, stroking his long curved cock while he watches his father stretch my pussy open.“Fuck, she’s tight,” Dad groans, his voice rough and low. He grips my hips harder and pushes deeper. The burn is intense, his girth splitting me wide, forcing my walls to yield. I feel every thick vein, every ridge dragging along my sensitive insides.This is so fucking wrong. He’s my stepdad. The man who’s been married to Elena for six years. And now he’s burying his cock in the daughter he’s supposed to protect.But my cunt is clenching greedily around him, sucking him deeper.“Listen to that sloppy pussy,” Marcus laughs. “She’s cre

Punished by my Professor 1

My heart slams against my ribs as I stand outside Dr. Valeria Kane’s office at 9:47 p.m. The hallway is empty. The whole building feels dead except for the faint glow under her door. I clutch the strap of my bag tighter, telling myself this is just extra tutoring. That’s what her email said: Come alone. We’ll discuss your failing grade… and how you can fix it.I cheated on the midterm. Everyone does it, but she caught me. Red-handed. The evidence is probably already on her screen.I knock once. Her voice slides through the wood like velvet over steel.“Come in, Ava.”I push the door open. Dr. Kane sits behind her heavy oak desk, legs crossed, black heels dangling. She’s in her late thirties, sharp cheekbones, dark hair pinned up with a few loose strands that make her look both elegant and dangerous. Her blouse is unbuttoned one button lower than professional. Her eyes—cold green—rake over me like she already owns me.“Close the door. Lock it.”I hesitate. My fingers tremble on the lat

I’m Spread On My Professor’s Desk While She Uses My Tits Like Toys

Punished by my Professor 2I’m Spread On My Professor’s Desk While She Uses My Tits Like ToysMy heart stops.I’m half-naked on Dr. Kane’s desk, legs spread, pussy dripping onto the wood, her fingers still in my mouth. The knock comes again—firm, male.“Come in,” she calls, voice perfectly calm.The door opens. A tall guy I recognize from class—broad shoulders, messy dark hair, cocky grin—steps inside and locks the door behind him without being told. His eyes land on me and widen with raw hunger.“Fuck, Professor. You weren’t kidding.”“Meet Ava,” Dr. Kane says, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me yelp. “Our little cheater. She’s here for tutoring. Ava, this is Marcus. He’s going to watch tonight… and maybe join later if you behave.”I try to cover myself, but she slaps my hands away.“Don’t you dare hide those tits. They’re the main event.”Marcus leans against the wall, arms crossed, already palming the growing bulge in his jeans. “She’s soaked. Look at that cunt dripping for

I Break On My Professor’s Fingers While My Classmate Uses My Tits Like Handles

Punished by my Professor 3I Break On My Professor’s Fingers While My Classmate Uses My Tits Like HandlesI’m still twitching from the first orgasm when Dr. Kane curls her four fingers deeper inside me, stretching my soaked cunt wider. The new visitor’s footsteps sound in the hallway. My heart hammers so hard I can feel it in my throat.“Don’t you dare close your legs,” she hisses, pumping slowly, deliberately, dragging her knuckles against my walls. “Let him see what a dripping mess you are.”Marcus grips my left tit hard, using it as leverage while he strokes his thick cock inches from my face. “Fuck, look at her. Still cumming and she’s already begging for more with those greedy eyes.”I shake my head weakly. This is wrong. So fucking wrong. But my hips lift anyway, chasing Dr. Kane’s hand like a desperate whore. My pussy makes wet, filthy noises with every thrust. Juice runs down my ass crack, pooling on her important papers. I hate how much I need it.The door opens.A second mal

Pornstar Threesome 1

I Went To Practice Lines And Ended Up Pinned Under My Female CostarMy phone buzzes on the nightstand. Sophia’s name lights up the screen. Come to my room. 1408. We need to run the big confession scene before tomorrow’s shoot. Don’t make me beg.I hesitate. It’s past eleven. I’m already in my silk sleep shorts and tank top, exhausted from twelve hours on set pretending to fall in love with her for the cameras. But the director tore our last take apart. I need this role. I need the money. I text back On my way and slip on a robe.The hallway feels too quiet. My bare feet pad over cold marble as I reach her door. It opens before I even knock.Sophia stands there in a tiny black slip, hair loose, eyes darker than they were on set. “Took you long enough, Aria.”I step inside. The room smells like her perfume and something sharper—want. “We should focus on the lines. The kiss scene is—”“Shut up.” She closes the door, locks it. The click sounds too loud. “We’re practicing the love scenes.

Pornstar Threesome 2

Marcus stands at the foot of the bed, already pulling his shirt off. Tall, muscled, the arrogant action-star who plays the jealous rival in our GL drama. His eyes rake over me—spread out, tank top shoved up, shorts yanked to the side, Sophia’s fingers still buried knuckle-deep in my pussy.“Fuck,” he growls. “She’s prettier when she’s getting ruined.”I try to close my legs. Sophia slaps my thigh hard. “Keep them open, slut. Marcus has been waiting for this too.”“Please,” I whimper. “Both of you—stop. This isn’t what I—”Marcus climbs onto the bed. His hand wraps around my throat, not choking, just holding me down while Sophia keeps finger-fucking me. “You came to her room at night wearing almost nothing. Don’t act like you didn’t know what would happen.”He leans in and kisses me brutally. His tongue claims my mouth while Sophia’s fingers curl and stroke faster. I moan into him, shame burning my cheeks even as my pussy clenches greedily.Sophia pulls her fingers out suddenly. I whin

Pornstar Threesome 3

They Stuffed Both My Holes And Forced Me To Take Every InchMarcus’s cock presses against my entrance. Thick. Hot. Much bigger than his fingers. I try to crawl away but Sophia grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head.“Beg for it,” she hisses.“I can’t—please, it’s too much—” Tears prick my eyes even as my pussy throbs, leaking down my thighs.Marcus slaps my ass again. “Wrong answer.” He pushes in.The fat head stretches me open mercilessly. Inch by thick inch he forces his way inside, my walls burning around the massive invasion. I cry out into the mattress as he keeps going deeper, splitting me apart. The fullness is overwhelming — heavy, throbbing, alive inside me. My cunt flutters and squeezes, trying to adjust but only pulling him deeper.“Fuck, she’s tight,” he groans. “Like a virgin cunt. Squeezing me so good.”He bottoms out in one brutal thrust, balls pressed against my clit. I scream. The pressure against my cervix makes my toes curl. Then he starts moving — long, punish

I’m Wet at Work Again Because of My Fiancé’s Older Brother

Chapter 1 I’m Wet at Work Again Because of My Fiancé’s Older BrotherI’m supposed to be organizing Mr. Voss’s schedule, but all I can think about is how his hands would feel gripping my hips.Liam Voss , my boss, my fiancé’s older brother, and the man who’s been making my panties soaked for the past three weeks since I started as his secretary.My fiancé, Ethan, introduced us at a family dinner. “This is my little princess, Claire. Be gentle with her, she’s delicate.” He said it with that soft, patronizing smile he always gives me, like I’m a fragile doll who might break if someone speaks too loudly.Ethan has never fucked me.He kisses my forehead. Calls me “sweetheart.” Treats me like I’m too pure, too innocent, too stupid to handle anything real.But Liam… Liam looks at me like he knows exactly how filthy I am inside. And that just makes my dirty thoughts worse.Things get so bad, I can barely be around Liam without needing to taste his dick and feel his fingers stretching---“Cl

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