All Chapters of Sins Of The Flesh: A Taboo Collection : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sophia's POV. I stood outside Professor Voss’s office door at 7:00 p.m. sharp, my hand hovering over the handle like it was burning.My body was still sore from our last session. My ass ached in the most filthy, addictive way. I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me open, the burning pleasure that had turned into something I craved like air. But tonight he wanted more. He wanted to ruin me again, deeper, harder, without mercy.And the worst part? I wanted it too.I had spent the entire day in a fog. Mom had another rough morning, and I had to lie to her again about where I was going. Mia had texted me twice, teasing me about my bathroom guy. Every step I took on campus reminded me of the cum he had left inside me yesterday. I was a mess, guilty, terrified, and painfully wet.I finally turned the handle and stepped inside.Professor Voss was already waiting. He leaned against the wall in a crisp white shirt, his sleeves rolled up, looking every bit the respected a

Sophia's POV. His kiss consumed me. His mouth moved against mine with raw, desperate hunger, our tongues tangling as he thrust deep into my pussy again. I was still on his desk, my legs spread wide, my skirt bunched around my waist. Every powerful stroke made the desk creak beneath me. I could feel every thick inch of him stretching me open, claiming me completely. I moaned into his mouth, my hands clutching his shoulders as he fucked me harder. The emotional weight of his confession, the pain in his voice when he spoke about his wife only made this moment more intense. I wanted to drown his sadness. I wanted to make him feel wanted. He broke the kiss just long enough to growl against my lips, “You feel so fucking good. This tight little student pussy was made for my cock.” Then he was kissing me again, swallowing my moans as he pounded into me. The wet, filthy sound of his thick cock slamming into my soaked pussy filled the office. I was dripping down my thighs, my arousal mixing

Sophia's POV. The door burst open with a loud bang.A woman I didn't recognize stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the scene: me being pressed against the wall, my skirt bunched around my waist, his thick cock buried deep inside my pussy, his hand still gripping my hip from behind.For a moment, time froze. Then chaos erupted.“What the hell is this?!” she screamed, her voice cracking with disbelief and rage.Professor Voss pulled out of me quickly, but he didn’t scramble to hide. He simply tucked himself away and stepped in front of me protectively, shielding my half-naked body from her view.“Elise,” he said, his voice dangerously calm. “This isn’t the time.”He sounded like he knew her already. Who's she?“Not the time?” She laughed bitterly, stepping further into the office. “I come to surprise my husband at work and find him fucking one of his students? Against the wall? Are you serious right now, Elias?”I quickly pulled my skirt down, my hands shaking

Isabella’s POVI knelt before Father Lucian in the quiet rectory, my heart hammering so loudly I was sure he could hear it.The air felt thick with incense and sin. My knees pressed into the worn wooden floor as I looked up at him — this man of God, this priest who was supposed to guide my soul, not corrupt it.His hand gently cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing my lower lip.“You don’t have to do this, Isabella,” he said, his voice rough with restraint. “You can still walk away. Confess your thoughts and leave this room pure.”But his eyes told a different story. They were dark with hunger, fixed on my mouth like he was already imagining it wrapped around him.I should have stood up. I should have run back to the cathedral and begged God for forgiveness.Instead, I whispered, “I don’t want to walk away, Father.”A low groan escaped him. He unbuckled his belt with trembling hands, then slowly lowered his black trousers and boxers. His cock sprang free — thick, long, and already leakin

Isabella’s POVThe next day passed in a haze of guilt and aching need.I went through my usual routines of helping with morning Mass, teaching the children’s catechism class, singing in the choir. But everything felt different. Every time I looked at the altar, I remembered Father Lucian’s hands on my body. Every time I knelt to pray, I felt the ghost of his cum still inside me from last night.I was sore in the most sinful places. My pussy was tender, my ass still throbbed faintly, and my nipples stayed tight against my modest blouse all day. I caught myself pressing my thighs together during prayers, trying to ease the constant ache between my legs.I've become a terrible person. A hypocrite. A whore in God’s house. And yet… I couldn’t stop thinking about him.Father Lucian avoided me during the day. He was polite and distant in public, the perfect priest. But I caught him watching me during evening prayers, his hazel eyes dark with the same hunger I felt burning inside me.After th