All Chapters of Forbidden Taboos : Steamy dark stories : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Feeling much better, Anne got out of the shower to towel herself off. Her phone chimed, alerting her to a text message. Room 405. 11pm. Don't be late cutie! ;) **** Later, Anne begged off when June and Vesper went "out on the town" with the rest of the cheer team, saying she was tired. They hadn't come back yet when Anne left to meet Ben at his room. She had dressed in jeans (which were unfortunately skin-tight) and a chunky knit sweater that was far too warm for the weather. Still, she felt it was prudent. There couldn't be any temptation with this, unlike her cheer uniform. She was just going to the hotel room to pick up the Plan-B that Ben had promised. Then, hopefully, Anne could pretend this day had never happened. When she got to room 405, she could see the light was on through the crack in the door. She knocked. Ben opened the door almost immediately. He was dressed in joggers and a plain white t-shirt that did nothing to hide his musculature--or the bulge of his pa

She knelt on the entranceway rug, naked. Her task was to wait for his return, however long it took. The air in the room swept lazily along the basement's cement walls before sweeping across her naked skin. It chilled her, rose the goosebumps across her breasts and forearms, but she dared not to put anything on. He didn't like finding her clothed. How many months had it been since he brought her here? She tried to recall it, but everything was a haze. The initial anxiety and fear was still there from when he grabbed her in that subway station and clapped that chemical-smelling rag over her face. Still there, but distant, and now mixed with something more. A certain thrill invaded the hatred she held for her captor, a man whom she'd never met before and yet seemed to know her every secret and desire. Now she knelt on his rug, in his world, far away from her own. Time, place - it didn't matter anymore. Only he mattered. When he called, when he left... And when he came. There were his f

The viper of a man threatened to dump his poison into her at any moment. His dangerous tool spit strings of precum into her already dripping sex. It squelched, loud and shameless, as another raging orgasm build up despite barely recovering from the first. Her eyes widened, a silent plea for mercy. None was given. Her orgasmic scream died against his lips, but her body still jerked and shivered out her anguish. Her inner walls collapsed around his ridged member. Every inch of smooth texture concealing the iron-hard core of it submerged into her, every inch taken right down to the hilt in rippling waves. It only made him pin her to the bed entirely beneath him, his fangs shivering with his savage breaths just above her. "This is breeding, Cunt. Embrace it. You're made for this. You'll cum for me till I finish inside you. It is nature - your nature, my nature, our nature." His constant stream of talk slipped past all her defenses. They crept into her ears, to the places where he'd

A few minutes later I hear my door open. I lay still, pretending to be asleep. I feel someone nudge me, then drunkenly say, "Move over Brad, get off of my side." It's Brett and he is in the wrong room. I freeze and don't move hoping he will realize his mistake and leave, be he doesn't and climbs into bed. He must have passed out immediately because by the time I turned the nightlight on and rolled back towards him to tell him he is in the wrong room, he is out, already snoring lightly. I start to roll back over to go to sleep when I notice the outline of his cock in his boxers. Then I just stare at his body, ripped muscular chest, six pack abs, muscular legs, and the unmistakable image of his semi hard cock. I tell myself, "No Becky, he is your nephew, your sister's son." Then I detect the scent of his cologne. It makes my head spin and my pussy wetter than it already was. I lean in towards his chest, the scent is stronger. I lightly kiss his nipple, lick around his pecks.

I taste their salty precum which tells me they are getting close to cumming. They start to thrust their pelvis, face fucking me, as their groans become louder and longer. Brad warns me first, "I'M GONNA CUM AUNT BECKY!" "OH GOD ME TOO!" yells Brett. I kick back the chair, drop to my knees, grabbing a cock in each hand, I'm able to get the head of each in my mouth. I jack both cocks while I flick my tongue over their smooth rubbery heads. Brad's cock fires off first, shooting a thick rope to the back of my throat. Then Brett's cock erupts, another wad into my throat. I under estimate the amount of cum as both cocks are spewing their loads. I'm swallowing, gagging, choking, and drooling all at the same time. By the time the boys are done, I have cum on my cheek, my neck, dribbles on my breast, and I have swallowed what seems like a bucket full. I milk the last drops out of each cock as they start to deflate, licking up every last drop that I missed. I look up at them fro