All Chapters of Taboo One Shots: Chapter 411 - Chapter 420

“You can’t just say shit like that to students,” she muttered, voice tight, as her mind raced with possibilities. “It’s inappropriate as hell. I don't think we should—" she told him, bravely trying to rise. “Why not?” he asked, his fingers brushing the side of her neck again, slower this time. “It’s true. And you’re still sitting here letting me say it. You like hearing it. Bet your cunt even got a little damp for it." “I need the grade,” she said, her voice thinner than she wanted, defensive but meek, her shoulders stiff as her ass plummeted back into her chair. “That’s the only reason I’m still in this chair. Don’t read into it and stop touching me." “Is it?” he asked quietly. “You're an A student, Wren. You certainly don't look like you're here just to overachieve. You look like a horny whore who likes being touched by older men," he said, the heat of his breath on her skin making her neck tingle. She didn’t answer. The silence stretched. She could feel him looking at the side

“Don’t stop,” Wren gasped, her hips rolling against Orin’s hand. “God, please don’t stop. I can’t stand it anymore. I miss him so much.”Orin’s fingers curled inside her, two becoming three, stretching her open while his thumb kept steady pressure on her clit.He had heard it all before. How they were soulmates. Or he cheated. Or never even noticed her. It was all music to his ears.Meant he had chosen well and was getting his married dick wet by some or other young pussy tonight. His wife was lovely, but her pussy just didn't grip his dick as tightly as it once did. His free hand stayed locked around her throat, not squeezing hard, just holding her in place so she had to look at him.It was between Wren and Marissa, his lovesick assistant. Marissa's eager cunt could clearly wait though. Wren's reluctant one would be so much sweeter to fuck tonight. “That’s it,” he murmured, pleased with himself as he w

Willing cunt was available in his bed every night, begging for his aching dick and yet, without fail, he shut that shit down. Then proceeded to jack off to memories of an idealised version of Wren. No feelings. No annoying sobbing, like with Helen. Just fucking. Only she had cried when she left him, hadn't she? Unlike with Helen, he held her close. Soothed her with promises he was now breaking. Even liked how she cried for him. "You're not crying without daddy there to hold you, are you, baby girl?" Victor let slip as his dick shot ropes one night in the shower, now several weeks after Wren's departure. A pang went through his chest. The dull ache that turned his colorful life grey deepened. No way. He couldn't be in this state because Wren left. He hadn't been to see her because he didn't need her. He didn't fucking need anyone. He stayed with Helen because he wanted to. Breaking his promises to Wren had nothing to do with his paranoia of losing his marriage and Wre

“Can I come?” Helen asked, her voice wobbling. “The house feels so empty. First her father, now her. I can’t stand it, you know. That's why I'm so paranoid about you cheating on me. I do love you. People just keep leaving me. Don't go without me," Helen begged feebly. "Don't leave me. Please, Hank." For a second he saw the woman he had married: soft, open, the one who used to wait up for him. The woman he decided was good enough. Not heaven. Not perfection. Just good enough. Had they both settled for less? Hearing her call him by her dead husband's name should have been enough to make him step back when she reached for him, but he didn't. There she was, trying to turn her loneliness into the next round of rebound sex. He just stood there and let her touch him, like he always had. Maybe if he could just make himself fuck her, he would forget what it was like to be someone's first choice.

"Please stop," she begged through trembling lips, hurriedly shoving the thin fabric of her panties to the sight. "Look daddy, I, I'll finger myself for you." The material was already soaked with her juices and earlier release. She could not bring herself to pull the panties down her legs. Not with Orin in the same room. Regret and shame came knocking. For the first time, she really did feel like a slut for letting Orin touch her and it was awful. Fully bearing her pussy in front of Orin felt like one humiliation too many. "Take your panties off," Victor cut into her thoughts, almost as though he could hear them, while his bloody fist hovered above Orin's swollen face. "Please, just do what he says. Please," Orin begged, crying, half kneeling, trying desperately to guard his body against more blows. "Shut the fuck up! You never get to talk to her again. Asshole," Victor raged at Orin, punching him in the face again. "Panties. Now, baby girl!" he demanded, whipping his head ov