All Chapters of Taboo One Shots: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

“Of course you are, baby,” Victor said against her ear, still working her while fucking her hand with unsteady pumps, getting ready to blow his load. “I said this pussy is mine. I pay the bills. That means I get what’s under my roof. Including you. You're daddy's little whore. Say it."“I'm not. I don't want to be a whore. Daddy please. I'm good. Please, daddy,” she whispered, shaking her head even as her pussy clenched around his fingers.The idea of belonging to him like that terrified her, and the fact that some part of her liked his attentions only made the fear worse. Her frazzled state was fuel to the impending orgasm. The one she kept denying herself, despite what her body clearly wanted.“Say it,” Victor repeated, pushing deeper, hitting that spot that made her legs shake, forcing her closer and closer to that forbidden edge.“I can’t,” Wren said, the words breaking as pleasure and self hatred warred inside her.“Listen carefully,” Victor said, his tone demanding as he grew re

The next few weeks were torture for Wren and her frustrated pussy.Every time Victor got her alone he backed her into a quiet corner. Hallway, pantry, guest bathroom. Nowhere was off limits. Then his lips and hands were all over her. But every time he got close to making good on his promise of fucking her pussy, Helen’s voice or footsteps pulled him away. Wren was left throbbing, empty, and furious with herself for needing more. Sometimes he abruptly ripped his fingers out of her cunt, then turned and smiled at Helen while Wren composed herself. Sometimes they only managed to get past the kissing and groping phase. But, without fail (and without knowing it), Helen always shut them down and ended up getting fucked instead. The taboo of the fucked up cycle lived under Wren's skin like a second pulse. Get groped. Fingered. Making out. Then listen while Victor fucked her mom and she was left wanting. She knew what discovery would do to her mother. She knew what she was becoming. H

“Oh my god, look at you!” Helen said the second Wren came down the stairs in her sparkling, red dress the next night. The mother pressed both of her hands to her cheeks and practically hyperventilated, while her eyes filled with tears. “You look so beautiful, baby. Come here, turn around. Oh, Wren. My little girl is going to prom. You look stunning. Doesn't she, Victor?”Wren gave her parents a small, embarrassed smile and let her mother turn her when she reached the foot of the staircase. “Thanks, mom. You’re going to make me cry too. Stop that," Wren teased, guilt over what she had been doing with Victor behind her mom's back rising to the surface. Helen was so happy. Burying their little dalliance was the only way forward. Fuck and forget. That was Wren's motto tonight. Victor’s eyes moved over her slowly, all but undressing her with his gaze alone. “Forget beautiful. You look sexy as hell in that dress," he said huskily. Wren’s cheeks heated. She took a small step back, putt

"I finally figured out why your mother’s been hopping on my dick so much. She thinks I’m cheating, so I guess she's trying to lock me down,” he whispered, groping the flesh of her inner thigh in between teasing kisses, adrenaline flooding his veins and Wren cried out into his mouth. The closer Helen and Kyle's footsteps sounded, the harder his possessive fingers dug into her flesh. "All the more reason to stop," Wren begged, but when their lips met, she opened up for him wholly, letting his tongue clash with hers as she fisted the back of his shirt. “Be home by ten," he said, while their lips met again and again. "Keep up pretenses for your poor mom, Wren, so I don't have to break her little heart. Because if you're a second late or I think you got my cunt fucked, I'm telling her everything. Everywhere I touched you. Every when you let me almost fuck you. Then I will divorce her and leave you both without a dime," he said darkly, looking her dead in the eye as he backed up just as

“Fuck, you taste so good, Wren,” Kyle mumbled against her pussy lips, braces scraping her skin as he pushed his face harder between her legs. His hands gripped her thighs tight, pulling her closer, making her shriek as she looked down at him. Deep breaths. You can do this, Wren. Just ignore… well everything. Getting your pussy eaten. All that matters. She told herself this, then looked back up at the roof and gulped, before she faked a moan and said, "Oh yeah. So good, Kyle" thus giving the naïve eighteen year old the courage to explore her folds more bravely. “I’ve dreamed about this for so many nights," he mumbled in between greedy licks. "You have no idea. I jerk off thinking about getting my mouth on you every fucking time. Me and half the school, right?" What the fuck was he talking about? Wren was a loner. A goth chick. Most people avoided the shit out of her. The fact that she liked it didn't help matters. No boy was thinking of popping her cherry. Were they? Kyle slid