All Chapters of Sins Of The Flesh: A Taboo Collection : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sophia's POV. I stood outside Professor Voss’s office at exactly 6:30 p.m., my heart trying to punch its way out of my chest. The hallway was quiet. Most students had already left campus. The only light came from the faint glow under his door. I had spent the entire day in a fog, replaying his words from yesterday on an endless loop. “You’ll be mine for the rest of this semester. In every way I decide.” I had worn what I thought was “appropriate” — a cream-colored blouse that was modest but fitted, and a knee-length black skirt. Conservative, professional, nothing that could be seen as provocative. Still, I felt exposed. My hand shook as I knocked. “Come in.” his voice rang from inside. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. The lock clicked louder than I expected. Professor Voss was sitting behind his large oak desk, reading glasses perched on his nose, looking every bit the respected academic until he looked up at me then the mask slipped just enough for me to see

Sophia's POV.I arrived at Professor Voss’s office at exactly 6:30 p.m. on trembling legs.This was the session he had promised me, the one where he said he would finally fuck me on his desk.I had followed every rule he had told me in our last session: a short black pleated skirt, no panties, and a thin white blouse that did nothing to hide how hard my nipples already were. My pussy was soaked before I even knocked on the door.“Come in,” his voice rang from inside.The moment I stepped inside and locked the door behind me, the atmosphere felt different... heavier, and more dangerous.Professor Voss was leaning against his desk again, his sleeves rolled up, and him looking unfairly composed. His eyes slowly dragged over my body, lingering on the hem of my skirt.“Lift it,” he ordered quietly.I gathered the fabric and pulled my skirt up to my waist, exposing my bare, glistening pussy to him.He made a low sound of approval. “Good girl. Already dripping for your professor.” Heat rush

Sophia's POV. I stepped out of Professor Voss’s office on legs that felt like jelly.My blouse was slightly wrinkled, my skirt hastily straightened, and my thighs were slick with his cum. I could feel it slowly leaking out of me with every step — warm, thick, and undeniable. My pussy throbbed, sore and well-fucked. My cheeks were flushed, my breathing still unsteady.I had just let my married professor bend me over his desk and fuck me senseless again.I barely made it ten steps down the dimly lit hallway when disaster struck.I turned the corner and collided straight into someone.“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t see—” I started, then froze.Yikes!It was Ms. Hargrove, one of the literature adjunct professors. She was in her mid-thirties, sharp-eyed, and known for being nosy. She wasn’t supposed to be here this late.She steadied me with both hands on my shoulders, then pulled back slightly. Her eyes widened as she took me in: my messy hair, flushed face, the sheen of sweat on my neck, and the

Sophia's POV. The morning started with chaos. Mom had a bad episode — coughing violently, struggling to breathe, her face pale and sweaty. I spent nearly an hour helping her through it: holding her, giving her the emergency inhaler, making sure she took her meds, and staying until she was stabilized. By the time I could leave for campus, I was already thirty minutes late for Professor Voss’s lecture. I ran across campus, my heart pounding, my shirt half-buttoned from the rush, my hair messy, and sweat sticking to my skin. I burst into the lecture hall just as he was wrapping up the final points, the door slamming louder than I intended. Every head turned to me. Professor Voss paused mid-sentence, his sharp blue eyes locking onto me immediately. His gaze dragged slowly down my body, lingering on my flushed face, the way my chest was heaving, and the several undone buttons on my blouse that exposed more cleavage than was appropriate. The silence stretched for a painful second until

Sophia's POV. I was still bent over his desk, my skirt bunched around my waist, my ass presented to him like an offering. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. I had never done this before. Never even imagined letting someone take my ass, especially not my married professor in his office while the rest of the campus went about their evening. But my body was betraying me completely. My pussy was dripping, my nipples were painfully hard, and a dark, filthy part of me was aching for exactly what he had promised. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the extreme of his desk, and poured a generous quantity over my hole. I gasped softly, feeling the liquid seep into my hole. Professor Voss slid his fingers into my hole, stretching me and swirling the liquid in my hole. I arched up a little, trying to get the right position to enjoy the pleasure. He poured more lube over my tight hole, the cool liquid making me gasp harder. Then his thick fingers returned, working me o