All Chapters of HOUSE OF TABOOS(erotica shorts): Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Coming around Giselle’s house feels awkward after I’ve watched her fully naked as she fucked a huge dildo like a pro. I can’t still erase the picture of her grinding her pussy on that toy as she moans, the lewd sounds she made making my cock twitch in arousal.I’m unsure of whether to push this through, but I have no other choice. I need cash badly, and I have to work hard just to have them on my hands.Still, I can’t take the idea of her masturbating and cumming out of my head.I take a deep breath and press the doorbell near her front door. I try to recollect my thoughts, repeating the mantra about forgetting what I just saw and pretending everything’s going to be normal even though it’s not. I bite my tongue in terror, trying my best to keep my mouth shut in case I say something smart and slip the details first hand before her.A few moments later, I hear the door opens from the inside. Giselle stands before me, wearing a loose shirt with a low neckline, offering a peek on her lusc

That girl is going to be huge,” said my boyfriend, Trent, while gazing at his computer screen. Trent was a professional photographer, which in Los Angeles meant he frequently photographed up and coming social media models. Young girls in Los Angeles used their online profiles on popular photo sites, to market themselves for future modeling and commercial opportunities. It was a business and they all needed great photographers like Trent to survive.I was a fashion consultant that would’ve rather worked in New York than Los Angeles, but both places had their charm and unique image in the fashion industry. Trent liked the warmth and personality of LA, whereas I loved snowy Christmases and Broadway shows. Our deal was that we’d visit frequently to make up for the fact that I couldn’t live there. One day, we figured we’d move to fulfill my needs for a few years before coming back. I didn’t hate LA, but I didn’t exactly fit in with the typical crowd. I had dark hair and dark eyes. I loved

The thrill of watching my husband dominate the young vixen, only made me wet inside my own panties; damp and warm between my long thighs. He isn’t about to... is he? Doesn’t he see me? The thoughts ran wild in my mind, but I couldn’t silence them. The anguish, the agony and the anxiety, all coupled with the anticipation that my very own husband was about to claim such a virginal, youthful beauty like Polly. If I was to be entirely honest, a tinge of jealousy surged in my wrists, leaving them tight and complimenting my balled fists. Yet, as Trent peeled the denim from her lithe legs, my fists unclenched and grew waifish, as my fingers slid down the sides of my legs. I wanted badly to restrain myself; you’re such a dirty little slut, Ada, I thought to myself, with an appropriate chuckle. And it’s true; it had been bad enough that I was watching this young, ripe woman open herself to my husband, and yet another thing entirely, that I had been watching from afar. I had choice thoughts for

Orcs. Three of them, two seated on fallen logs, their loincloths hanging loose between their thick thighs. One paced the ground, muttering something in a deep voice, shaking his head.I’d never seen orcs up close before. I heard tales about their size, their animalistic strength, and imagined a much more monstrous sight—perhaps slobbering tusks or idiotic personalities... I had imagined nothing like these.The first, the one who paced with a worried look, must have been the largest of the three. He towered above any normal man’s stature until his head brushed the lowest branches of the canopy above him—as tall as my house back in Fairpass, for sure. Like the others, his chest was wide and defined with smooth, sinewy muscles, which flexed when he moved. My gaze trailed down his flat stomach to his thighs, thick and muscular, and smeared with filth from the forest floor. His scarred skin was a dirty shade of green, almost gray.He groaned and stomped on the ground so hard that I felt th

Mahk tugged on the rope gently, pulling on my wrists. “Seems tight,” he grunted, eyeing my hands warily.I chuckled. “It’s nothing, I’m fine.” In truth, the loops were squeezing mywrists together, biting into my flesh just enough to hurt. But I didn’t want them to loosen it. That would make the ruse less believable. Also... the sensations of rope cutting into my flesh had awakened something inside me —a pleasure at the biting pain, a desire for these Orcs to do more to me, to hold me down, tie me up, and give me more than just their tongues for pleasure.Shaking away the lustful images, I jerked my chin towards the village. “My mother is the leader, at present. It’s her you need to speak to.”“Your ma?” Duma raised his eyebrows. “We thought you humans dealt with men.”“We do, as a rule, but my father died this past winter. She’s taken his duties for the time being.” I struggled to keep the bitterness out of my voice. Brag patted me on the back, in what I suppose was meant to be a co