All Chapters of RUINED INNNOCENCE: 40 Sinful Nights Of Corruption: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

My body was still buzzing the next day from the way Professor Hayes had destroyed my pussy on his desk. His thick cum had leaked out of me for hours, leaving my panties soaked and my thighs sticky. I couldn’t stop smiling. I had finally made him snap, and now I was addicted. But I wanted more. I wanted him to completely own me — to use every hole, mark me, breed me, and turn me into his personal campus cumslut.I dressed like the filthy whore I was for him. A tiny crop top that barely covered my underboobs, no bra, my hard pink nipples clearly visible. An obscenely short denim skirt with no panties. I even plugged my tight asshole with a small jeweled butt plug before leaving my dorm — just in case he wanted to claim every part of me today.I sat in the front row again, legs spread under the desk, my shaved pink pussy already dripping onto the seat. Professor Hayes walked in and his eyes immediately darkened with raw hunger when he saw me. During the entire lecture, I teased him merci

The two days leading up to the charity gala were pure torment. My body was a live wire, constantly humming with forbidden need. Every time I closed my eyes, Mr. Rossi’s text burned behind my lids: Beautiful tits and an even prettier pussy. Good girl. Those words had me waking up in the middle of the night with my fingers buried deep inside my soaked cunt, humping my pillow like a desperate slut while moaning his name instead of his son’s. My addiction had shifted, twisted into something darker, more dangerous. Nicolos was safe, familiar. His father was power incarnate—older, commanding, completely off-limits. And that only made me wetter.I spent hours preparing, turning my small apartment into a battlefield of lace and lust. I stood naked in front of the full-length mirror, my skin still flushed from yet another orgasm. My nipples were tight and sensitive, my shaved pussy glistening with fresh arousal. I chose the dress carefully: a sleek, backless emerald green gown that clung to ev

He started thrusting shallowly, fucking my face with controlled power. Each push stretched my throat, making me gag and sputter, but the discomfort only made me wetter. My nipples were diamond-hard against my dress, aching to be touched. I was so turned on I thought I might cum just from sucking him. My free hand slipped under my dress, fingers pressing against my soaked thong, rubbing my swollen clit desperately as I deepthroated him again and again.Mr. Rossi noticed. “Greedy girl. Touching your pretty pussy while you choke on Daddy’s cock? You don’t get to cum yet.” He pulled my hand away firmly, making me whimper around his shaft. The denial only heightened everything. I sucked him with renewed hunger, hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue, doing everything I could to make him lose control.His grip in my hair tightened. His thrusts grew a little faster, deeper, the fat head battering the back of my throat. “That’s right… take every inch. You were made for this, weren’t you? Mad

Nicolos opened his mouth. “Dad, I—”“Out,” Mr. Rossi said, his voice low, calm, but brooking zero argument. It was the voice of a man used to command. “Now. Close the door behind you.”Nicolos hesitated for half a second, looking between us, confusion and arousal warring on his face. But his father’s presence was overwhelming. With a muttered curse, he backed out and shut the door, leaving me alone with the man I’d been fantasizing about all night.I didn’t move. Couldn’t. My fingers were still inside me, my pussy clenching rhythmically around them as fresh arousal leaked down to the sheets. Daddy’s gaze burned across my body — my heaving tits, hard nipples, slick thighs, and the way my fingers glistened with my juices.“Such a needy little whore,” he murmured, locking the door with a decisive click. “Couldn’t even wait five minutes before fingering that pretty pussy in my house. Were you thinking about my cock, baby girl?”I nodded frantically, voice hoarse. “Yes, Daddy… I couldn’t s

The next morning, guilt gnawed at me like a hungry beast. I barely slept after Sinclair and Cane left my room. My pussy was still throbbing from their filthy promises, but the shame was heavier. I was a married woman. A mother. From a strict religious family where divorce was unthinkable and lusting after your in-laws was pure sin.Seth announced at breakfast that an emergency business trip had come up. He’d be gone for the rest of the week. “Take care of Jessica,” he told his father and brother dismissively, not even looking at me. “Try not to let her embarrass the family with her… appetite.”The second his car disappeared down the long driveway, the air in the mansion shifted. Sinclair and Cane looked at me like predators who had just been handed fresh meat.I spent the day trying to avoid them — hiding in the garden, reading in the library — but their presence was everywhere. Sinclair kept finding reasons to brush against me, his big hand grazing my plump ass or the side of my heav