All Chapters of Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 2: Crossing the Line The air in the elevator felt thick enough to choke on. Richard stood barely two feet away from me, his broad chest rising and falling heavily. His eyes were dark, conflicted, and burning with something dangerous. I could see the war happening behind them — the respectable father-in-law versus the man who wanted to ruin his son’s wife. “You shouldn’t say things like that, Elena,” he said, his voice low and strained. “I’m trying to be a decent man here.” I leaned back against the mirrored wall, my hands gripping the rail behind me. My dress had ridden higher on my thighs, and I didn’t bother pulling it down. “Are you? Trying to be decent?” I asked softly. “Because the way you’re looking at me right now doesn’t feel very decent.” He let out a rough breath and rubbed his face with one hand. “You’re my daughter-in-law. Ryan’s wife. I watched you walk down the aisle to him.” His eyes dropped to my cleavage again before he forced them back up. “This is fucke

Chapter 4: The Last Floor The elevator jolted and began moving again with a low mechanical hum. For a split second, both of us froze — my lips stretched around the thick head of my father-in-law’s cock, his hand tangled in my hair, my knees on the dirty elevator floor. “Fuck,” Richard hissed, pulling me off his cock with a wet pop. “Get up. Now.” I stood quickly, wiping my mouth as the elevator continued its ascent. My dress was bunched around my waist, panties dangling from one ankle, pussy still throbbing from his tongue. Richard hurriedly tucked his massive erection back into his trousers, zipping up just as the elevator dinged on the penthouse floor. The doors slid open. Ryan was standing right there, looking worried, holding the bottle of wine. “Jesus, you guys okay? I was about to call building security,” he said, stepping forward. I forced a smile, smoothing my dress down as best I could. My legs were shaking. Richard’s cum wasn’t on me yet, but my thighs were slick and

Chapter 2: The First Payment Mr. Vale’s two thick fingers pumped slowly in and out of my soaked pussy, curling perfectly against that sensitive spot inside me with every stroke. I was bent slightly over his massive executive desk, skirt bunched around my waist, lace panties pulled to the side, legs trembling. I hated how good it felt. “Please…” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Mr. Vale… this is wrong. I’m married.” “I know exactly whose wife you are,” he replied darkly, pushing a third finger inside me, stretching me open. “And right now, that married pussy is dripping all over your boss’s hand.” A shameful moan escaped my lips as he started fingering me harder, faster. The wet, obscene squelching sounds filled his luxurious office. My juices were running down his wrist and onto the polished wooden desk. “Look at you,” he murmured, leaning over me, his breath hot against my ear. “Soaking wet for a man who could destroy your life with one phone call. Does your husband make you th

Chapter 4: The Partners The next night, I arrived at the office at 8 PM wearing the outfit Mr. Vale had demanded: a short, tight black dress with no bra and a tiny black thong underneath. My heart was pounding so hard I felt sick as I stepped into his private executive suite on the top floor. Marcus was already there, sitting on the large leather couch with a glass of whiskey. Two other men were with him. “Gentlemen, this is Sophia,” Marcus said smoothly, gesturing toward me like I was a prize. “My very talented personal assistant… and tonight’s entertainment.” The first man was older, maybe late 50s, salt-and-pepper hair, heavy build — Mr. Hargrove, head of finance. The second was younger, sharp-featured, athletic — Mr. Kane, one of their biggest clients. Both looked at me like hungry wolves. I stood there trembling, shame burning across my face. Marcus smiled. “Go on, Sophia. Say hello properly.” I swallowed hard. “Good evening, Mr. Hargrove… Mr. Kane.” Marcus stood up and

Chapter 2: Tempting the Beast The masked intruder’s gloved hand was still gripping my bare breast, squeezing it possessively. His breathing had grown heavier behind the black ski mask, but he hadn’t moved further yet. I could feel the conflict radiating off him — he had come here to steal, not to fuck the homeowner’s wife. I didn’t care. I pressed my naked body closer against him, letting my hard nipples drag across his chest through his tight black shirt. My hand slid down his stomach slowly until I cupped the very obvious, very large bulge in his pants. “You’re so hard already,” I whispered, gently squeezing his thick cock through the fabric. “All because a married woman is throwing herself at you?” He grabbed my wrist tightly, stopping my stroking, but didn’t pull my hand away. “You’re insane,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “I broke into your house. I could be dangerous. And you’re standing here naked, rubbing your pussy against my leg like a desperate little slut.”