All Chapters of Used, Corrupted and Ruined (An Off-Limits Collection): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Yes Chef

Lola's POV I drove to the hospital in a haze, uniform still sticky with dried sweat and shame, my ass aching from the plug he’d finally let me remove before I left. When I arrived, Mom and Dad were already in the waiting area outside his room, faces pale and exhausted. They looked at me with desperate hope.“Lola, honey… did you manage to get the rest of the money?” Mom asked, voice cracking. “The doctors said if we can cover the surgery fee tonight, they can take him in immediately.”I forced a weak smile. “I… I think I have it. Or enough to get us through.”Dad pulled me into a tight hug. For one fragile moment, relief washed over all of us. My twin brother was going to be okay. Because of what I’d done. Because I’d let my boss use me like a whore.Then the nurse stepped out, clipboard in hand, and the relief shattered.“I’m so sorry,” she said gently. “The insurance adjustment came through, but there’s still a shortfall of eight thousand dollars for the operating room, anesthesiol

His Uncles Are Around For Thanksgiving

Misa's POVThe massive colonial-style house loomed at the end of the long driveway like something out of a movie… white pillars, perfectly manicured lawns, and warm lights glowing from every window. I shifted nervously in the passenger seat, smoothing down the hem of my modest navy sweater dress for the tenth time. Still, it didn't change how I felt like an impostor next to Cody’s world.“You okay, babe?” Cody asked, squeezing my thigh as he parked. His boyish grin was the same one that had made me fall for him in college… sweet, safe, a little oblivious.“Yeah,” I lied, offering a small smile. “Just… meeting all your family at once is a lot.”He laughed. “They’re going to love you. Just be your usual adorable self.”Cody’s parents greeted us at the door with warm hugs and the smell of roasting turkey wafting behind them. His mom fussed over my hair and immediately dragged Cody off to help with some last-minute decorations, leaving me standing awkwardly in the grand foyer.That’s when

His Uncles Are Around For Thanksgiving

Misa's POV “I want her first. I’ll make her cry on my cock while her boyfriend sleeps down the hall.”The words kept oribiting my mind.My cheeks burned in the darkness of the guest room. Cody was snoring softly beside me, completely oblivious, one arm draped lazily over my waist. I felt guilty for how wet I still was, my thighs pressing together under the sheets as I replayed the uncles’ crude conversation.By morning, I told myself it was just a one-time thing. They’d been drinking. It was just dirty talk. I’d avoid being alone with them and everything would be fine.Thanksgiving morning proved me wrong.The house smelled incredible… roasting turkey, cinnamon, fresh bread. Cody’s mom had me helping in the kitchen while the men watched football in the den. I was chopping vegetables when Marcus appeared behind me, his massive frame filling the doorway.“Need a hand, sweetheart?” he asked, voice warm and booming. Before I could answer, he stepped right up against my back, reaching aro

His Uncles Are Around For Thanksgiving

Misa's POV I was still shaking on Victor’s lap, my pussy clenching around nothing after the intense orgasm, when Marcus stood up and pulled me to my feet like I weighed nothing.“Enough teasing,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “We’re taking her upstairs. Now.”Victor nodded, his hand still wet with my juices. Kane said nothing… he simply grabbed my wrist and started pulling me toward the stairs, his grip firm and unyielding. My legs felt like jelly. I glanced toward the staircase leading to the guest rooms where Cody was sleeping, guilt crashing over me like ice water.“Wait… Cody’s right down the hall,” I whispered desperately, even as fresh slickness dripped down my inner thighs.Kane’s dark eyes met mine. “That’s the point, little Misa. You’re going to learn exactly who you belong to while your boyfriend sleeps like a clueless boy.”They didn’t give me a chance to protest further. Marcus scooped me up over his broad shoulder like a caveman, his big hand palming my ass under my

My Girlfriend's Mother

Alex's POVThe elevator doors opened directly into the penthouse, and I felt my jaw loosen. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the massive living room, offering a glittering view of the city skyline that made our old apartment look like a shoebox. Marble floors, sleek modern furniture, and the faint scent of expensive candles greeted us.Emily squeezed my hand excitedly. “Mom’s place is insane, right? I told you.”Madison stood waiting for us in the open kitchen area, a glass of red wine already in her hand. At forty-four, she looked like she’d stepped out of a luxury magazine. Tall, curvaceous, with dark wavy hair cascading over one shoulder and a silk blouse that hugged her full breasts and narrow waist. Her skirt was modest but clung to her wide hips in a way that was impossible to ignore. Recently divorced, she carried herself with the kind of quiet confidence that came from money, power, and knowing exactly how attractive she still was.“Alex. Emily.” Her voice was warm ho

My Girlfriend's Mother

Alex's POV The next afternoon, Emily kissed my cheek and grabbed her purse. “I’m meeting Sarah and the girls for lunch and shopping. Should be gone for a couple hours. You’ll be okay here with Mom?”I nodded, trying to sound normal. “Yeah, no problem. Have fun.”The moment the elevator doors closed behind her, the entire atmosphere in the penthouse changed. I was standing in the kitchen pouring a glass of water when Monica appeared. She had changed into a tight black silk slip dress that clung to every curve… her heavy breasts straining the fabric, nipples faintly visible, the hem barely reaching the tops of her thighs. Her dark hair was loose, and she moved with predatory grace.She didn’t bother with pleasantries.“So,” she said, voice low and amused as she stepped close enough that I could smell her perfume. “About last night. You were hard the second you brushed against me, Alex. Don’t even try to deny it.”My face burned. “Monica… this is crazy. Emily is your daughter. I can’t—”

My Girlfriend's Mother

Alex's POVThe next few days blurred into a nightmare of guilt and constant tension. Emily had become unusually clingy, almost like she could sense something was off even if she didn’t know what. She stayed home more, canceling plans with friends to “cuddle on the couch” and watch movies. Her touches lingered… hands sliding under my shirt, kisses that turned hungry quickly. She was ovulating, her body clearly desperate for attention, and it only made everything worse.I tried to focus on her. I really did. But every time she kissed me, I tasted Monica on my tongue. Every time she pressed her slim body against mine, I remembered the heavy, voluptuous weight of her mother riding me on that couch.That night, Emily was insatiable.We were in bed, the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. She’d been teasing me for hours… wearing one of my t-shirts with nothing underneath, grinding against me during the movie. As soon as we closed the bedroom door, she pushed me ont

The Therapist

Chloe's POVI rubbed my temples as the door to my tiny campus office clicked shut behind the last athlete of the day… a cocky baseball player who had spent forty-five minutes complaining about his “haters” instead of engaging with any actual mental performance strategies. Another wasted session. Another reminder that most of these kids didn’t take sports psychology seriously.At twenty-nine, I was supposed to be building a respected private practice. Instead, I was drowning in my husband’s gambling debts, working this underpaid second job at the university just to keep the lights on. Mark and I had fought again this morning… another screaming match over money, over his promises that never materialized, over the slow death of our marriage. I was exhausted. Hollowed out. But I still had one more appointment on the schedule.Jax Thompson. Star linebacker. Mandatory session after a string of on-field incidents the coach wanted “handled.”I expected him to no-show like half the football ro

The Therapist

Chloe's POV I couldn’t move.My body was locked in the office chair, heart slamming against my ribs as the door clicked shut behind the cheerleader. Jax’s massive cock stood proud in front of him, still glistening with her spit, thick veins pulsing along the shaft. A bead of cum and saliva dripped slowly from the swollen head onto the floor of my therapy office.“Doc?” His deep voice cut through the silence, amused and commanding. “You still with me?”I opened my mouth to speak… to scream, to tell him to leave, to salvage any scrap of professionalism left… but nothing came out. My eyes stayed glued to his cock.Jax stood slowly, towering over my desk. His sweatpants stayed pooled around his ankles as he walked around the side of the desk, heavy cock swinging with each step like a weapon. He stopped right in front of my chair, so close that the musky, masculine scent of him filled my lungs. The glistening head of his cock brushed against my lower lip.“Don’t be shy pen,” he ordered so

The Therapist

Chloe's POVI spent the entire night trying to scrub Jax from my mind.I showered until the water ran cold. I drank wine. I lay beside my sleeping husband and whispered silent apologies for what I’d done in that office. But every time I closed my eyes, I felt Jax’s thick cock stretching my throat, his fingers ruining my pussy, his cum leaking down my thighs. My body ached in the most shameful places, and worse… I was wet again just thinking about it.By morning, I knew resistance was pointless.I followed his instructions to the letter. Under my long cotton trench coat, I wore the lingerie he’d demanded via text: a sheer black babydoll that barely covered my breasts, matching crotchless panties, and thigh-high stockings. No bra. No dignity. The cool air kissed my exposed pussy with every step across campus. I felt like a whore walking to her own execution.My hands shook as I reached my office door. The moment I slid the key toward the lock, I realized it was already open.My stomach

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