Dripping Taboo: {Collection Of Forbidden Wet Desires}

Mira’s heart raced as she turned the spare key in the lock.

She had replayed this moment in her head for weeks, nervous, excited and a little scared after months of dating, after all the nights she had pressed herself against him, whispering how much she needed him inside her, how her body throbbed every time they kissed, he had finally promised. 

“On my birthday, baby. I’ll make you feel good. I’ll take your virginity the way you deserve.”

She wore the black lace lingerie she bought special for him. The bra cupped her breasts just right, and the tiny panties already felt damp from the warm ache building between her legs on the drive over. 

At nineteen, she was still completely untouched, saving every part of herself for the boy she thought loved her back.

The apartment was dark except for the glow coming from the bedroom. She smiled softly, thinking he might be waiting for her.

Then the sounds reached her.

Heavy, desperate breathing,the wet slap of skin on skin and her boyfriend’s voice,the same voice that always pulled back when things got too heated breaking apart as he moaned another man’s name like a prayer.

Mira’s stomach twisted,she pushed the bedroom door open with her whole body crave for him.

The sight hit her like ice water poured over burning skin.

Her boyfriend was on his hands and knees, completely naked, ass raised as another man thrust into him hard and deep sweat slicked their bodies.

His own cock hung thick and leaking, swinging with every powerful stroke he pushed back greedily, moaning loud and broken.

“Yes… fuck, right there, don’t stop…” The other guy gripped his hips, pounding him with wet, filthy sounds that filled the whole room.

Mira couldn’t breathe, the gift bag slipped from her hands and crashed to the floor.

They froze, her boyfriend’s head snapped around, eyes wide with horror.

“Mira…. oh shit, wait, please, it’s not ….”

She didn’t stay to hear the lie,tears blurred everything as she turned and ran down the stairs, chest tight, throat burning. 

All those nights she had laid awake dripping for him, fingers buried inside herself while she begged in the dark for him to finally fuck her… and this was who he really was -a gay. 

Not interested in her tight, aching virgin pussy or interested in her at all.

Driving home felt endless, hot tears rolled down her cheeks. By the time she reached into the driveway, she felt completely empty,ugly and unwanted. 

So sexually frustrated her whole body hurt with it.

The house was quiet and mom was away on her business trip. Only Richard’s car was in the garage; her stepdad, Forty-two, tall and solid, the architect who always spoke to her in that calm, deep voice that somehow made her feel both safe and strangely warm inside.

She needed to forget and wanted something strong.

In the kitchen, Mira grabbed one of his expensive bottles of red wine and drank straight from it, the liquid burned going down, spreading heat through her chest and belly. 

She drank until the weight in her chest felt a little easier to carry but the heat didn’t stay in her chest, it sank lower, making her lace panties stick to her swollen folds.

Up in her room, she kicked the door shut and pulled off her dress, leaving the lingerie on. 

The same set she had worn hoping to finally get fucked and devoured she dropped it on the bed, thighs spreading wide, and shoved the soaked panties to one side.

Her fingers slid through her pussy lips, the red opening she was drenched hot, slippery, and aching so badly it almost hurt. 

She exhaled softly, her chest tightening as she rubbed her swollen clit in slow circles,the betrayal hurt deeply, but it also made her body throb harder, like it was screaming for relief.

Why wasn’t I enough for him? she thought, pushing two fingers inside her tight virgin hole,her walls clenched around them, so sensitive, so empty and frustrated. 

She pushed slowly at first, feeling her own wetness coat her hand and drip down toward her ass, she added a third finger while it hurt, stretching herself open, chasing that full feeling she had wanted for so long.

The wine blurred everything, making it feel soft and intense at the same time the fantasy changed. It wasn't her boyfriend anymore.

It was Richard, her stepdad.

She pictured him standing there, watching her,those strong hands and low seducing voice. 

“Please,” she whispered out loud, voice cracking with need. “Richard… Daddy… I need you, please touch me and fuck me the hell out of my starving pussy. Please.”

Her fingers moved faster while she pinched her nipple hard through the lace, rolling it until pleasure went straight down to her clit.

Wet sounds filled the quiet room as she fucked herself deeper, hips lifting off the bed and juices ran freely now, soaking her thighs and the sheet, she was so close, legs shaking, breath coming in desperate little gasps.

In her mind, Richard climbed over her, thick cock pressing against her dripping entrance. “You’re mine now, sweetheart,” he’d growl, pushing in slow and deep, stretching her open for the first time. 

She moaned louder, lost in it. “Yes, Daddy… ruin this pussy. I’m so fucking wet for you. Please don’t stop.” Her body tightened hard, right on the edge, toes curling, mouth open in a silent cry.

The floorboard outside her door creaked,

Mira’s eyes flew open while her fingers were still buried deep inside her soaked pussy, juices glistening everywhere.

Richard stood in the doorway, shirt sleeves rolled up over his strong forearms, staring right between her spread legs, his dark eyes took in every detail the shine of her arousal and her rolling eye ball, her hard nipples pushing against the lace, the flush covering her chest and cheeks.

Breathing felt difficult in the room.

Then his voice came, low and rough, sending another hot rush leaking out around her fingers.

“Fuck, Mira…” He stepped inside and closed the door with a soft click,his eyes never left her dripping pussy. “My sweet little stepdaughter, legs spread wide, fucking that tight virgin hole and moaning for Daddy like you’re starving for it.”

Mira paused, unable to breathe for a moment shame burned through her, but the need was so much stronger she didn’t bring out her hand, her fingers gave one small, involuntary thrust deeper.

“Richard…” Her voice came out small, raw, and trembling with pure want. “I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight