All Chapters of 100 SHADES OF LUST: A PACK OF TABOO STORIES : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Obsessive Stalker (1) : Beginning 💥

I’m a Onlyfans girl who started fucking in university. By college I’d already lost my virginity and never looked back. My 36D tits sat high and full on my chest, my ass was plump and firm, thighs thick but toned, skin smooth everywhere. Guys couldn’t keep their eyes off me. Staying in shape wasn’t just vanity — it was fuel. The better I looked, the nastier the positions I wanted to try, and the more cocks I craved. Onlyfans brought in thousands of messages every week. Most were thirsty. But the cruel ones, the ones calling me a brainless cumrag, a fake-titted whore who only got views because I shook my ass on camera — those made my pussy drip. I fucking loved BDSM. Being degraded, broken, and used was my biggest turn-on. My darkest fantasy played on repeat in my head: a huge stage packed with haters and simps. I’d crawl out naked on a leash, collared like a bitch in heat, while they cheered for my public ruin....spanking, slapping, kicking, spitting, and passing me around.

Obsessive Stalker (2): The Buttplug 🔌

“You get messages from any other guys from university?” he asked, voice low and possessive. “Only my old school friends,” I admitted, “and I never reply to any of them.” A dark, satisfied smile spread across his face. “Good girl. That makes me special.” He pulled me back into the bedroom. I was wearing a tiny, slutty one-piece dress that barely covered my ass — deep neckline showing off my 36D tits, hem just a few inches below my pussy. No bra. No panties. If I sat down or bent even slightly, my bare cunt would be on full display. The dress had a long zipper up the back; one small tug and I’d be completely naked in public. The constant fear of exposure made my pussy throb with anxious arousal the entire way here. He stepped behind me, slowly pulled the zipper down. The dress slid off my body like water and pooled at my feet. I stood naked in front of him again. He gave my plump ass a sharp, loud smack. “You recovered well, slut.” He spread my cheeks wide, inspect

Obsessive Stalker (3): Spanking 👋

He pushed me back into doggy, ass high. Gripping the base of the plug, he tried to pull it out, but my hole had clenched too tightly around it. He started fucking me with it instead — slow, deep thrusts that stretched me over and over until the huge toy finally popped free. My asshole gaped, empty and twitching.Then he slammed his cock into that newly stretched hole. For fifteen minutes he fucked my ruined ass, but I could barely feel him. The plug had left me so open it was like throwing a hotdog down a hallway. He spanked me hard in frustration, pulled out, and switched to my pussy for a while before dragging me up and forcing his cock straight down my throat.This was better. I loved the brutal throat-fucking. He gripped my head with both hands and fucked my face mercilessly, drool pouring down my chin and dripping onto the floor in long, messy strings. When he finally came, he buried himself deep and shot straight down my throat. I didn’t get to taste a drop.He pulled out

Obsessive Stalker (END): The Strangers

That final spanking from him was spectacular — the most painful, most pleasurable, and most entertaining for his friends. They all burst out laughing as the sharp crack echoed through the room. Then the real party began. The girls stood up and started undressing right in front of me. I stayed on my knees, watching hungrily as they peeled off their short skirts. Both of them had small butt plugs — maybe thirty percent the size of the monster still stretching my ass. I felt a strange pang of jealousy. Their plugs were elegantly curved, clearly more comfortable. I’d seen them in porn. They turned around, bent over, and slowly pulled their plugs out inches from my face. My friend grabbed my hair tightly and shoved my head forward. “Clean them.” I smelled the faint earthy scent, but they were clean. I dragged my tongue across both of their assholes, licking them obediently while the boys watched. The boys opened their pants. The first girl (his girlfriend) sank down onto her

A DEAL TO STRIP FOR MY JERK COUSIN (1)

My name is Peggy, and I'm 23, captain of the girls’ wrestling team, and probably the best pound-for-pound athlete in the whole damn school. Most places don’t even have girls’ wrestling, so I’ve spent years grinding against guys in my weight class. Most of them still can’t handle me. I’m quick, technical, and I don’t quit. My cousin Paul is built different—taller, heavier, a defensive back on the football team. He’s good at what he does, cocky in that effortless way athletes get when things come easy. This year he decided to try wrestling for the hell of it. Even with almost no experience, he wasn’t terrible. And the more he won, the more his mouth ran. “You’re lucky you’re two weight classes below me,” he’d smirk every time we were alone. “Otherwise I’d pin your ass so fast it’d make your head spin.” I let it slide for weeks. Until that Friday after school. We were down in his parents’ basement, the air thick with the smell of old workout gear and concrete. Paul was shirtles

A DEAL TO STRIP FOR MY JERK COUSIN (2)

it was not a polite knock but something firmer and more deliberate. Paul went completely still beneath me while his breath caught sharply in his throat, and my own heart slammed hard against my ribs as I froze too. My thighs was still straddling his hips and my wetness coating him warmly. Then a deep and unfamiliar voice drifted down from upstairs. “Paul? You down there, man?" He paused again, I looked at Paul. "It’s Mike." The voice resumed. "Your dad told me I could swing by and pick up that old weight bench." Mike was one of my uncle’s regular gym buddies. He was tattooed and I think he should be in his late thirties. He knew this basement well, and might be here soon. Paul’s eyes widened in panic, but his cock gave a helpless and traitorous twitch right against my clit. I was still completely naked, with my breasts heaving and my nipples tight, while the evidence of what we had been doing was impossible to hide. In a rush of adrenaline I pressed my palm over Paul’s mou

A DEAL TO STRIP FOR MY JERK COUSIN 3

The night air felt cool against my flushed skin as I walked home from the rec center, but my legs were still trembling with every step. Each movement sent little aftershocks through me, reminders of how hard I had come while grinding against Paul. My panties were soaked, and my thighs rubbed together slickly beneath my shorts. I kept my arms crossed over my chest because my nipples were still hard and sensitive against the fabric of my shirt. The whole way home, my mind replayed the headlights sweeping across the window and the intense rush that had followed. I was only a few blocks from the house when a car slowed down beside me. The window rolled down smoothly, and a deep voice called out gently into the quiet street. “Hey, Peggy. You okay? Those legs look a little shaky. Want a ride home?”It was Mike — the same Mike from the basement earlier that evening. My heart skipped a beat as I met his eyes through the open window. There was that same knowing look in them,

A DEAL TO STRIP FOR MY JERK COUSIN (END)

The next afternoon my body was still deliciously sore in all the right places. Every time I shifted on the wrestling mat during practice, I felt the faint ache between my legs where Mike had stretched me so perfectly the night before. My mind kept drifting—flashes of his thick cock buried deep inside me, the way the car rocked, the fogged windows hiding us from the world. But underneath that heat was a new, darker hunger that had been growing since the basement.I wanted more than secret hookups. I wanted both of them. At the same time.After practice I texted Paul first: Basement. 30 minutes. Don’t be late, slave. Then I sent Mike a message: *Same place as yesterday. Bring that same energy. I have a surprise for you.My heart hammered the whole walk to Paul’s house. By the time I slipped through the side door and down the basement stairs, my compression shorts were already damp again. Paul was already there, shirtless and pacing, looking equal parts nervous and excited. His eyes lit

GANGFUCKED — 1

She was sitting at the bar, dressed like a nun compared to the other women around her. It was Vegas, and the outfits ranged from slutty to half-naked. The woman who caught my eye — maybe it was the outfit — looked all business. Charcoal-black suit, white blouse open at the throat, blazer draped over the back of her stool.Her long, muscular legs were crossed at the knee, and the high heel of her dangling foot kept slipping off, revealing the smooth curve of her heel. I’ve always had a thing for feet.I got up from my table and made my way over to her. I signaled the bartender for a drink and, over the constant chimes and bells of the surrounding slot machines, said hello.She was in the middle of taking a sip, so she looked at me over the rim of her glass. She set it down, sucked her top lip into her mouth, and tilted her head to one side. “Hello.”“What are you drinking?”“Are you offering to buy me a drink?”I smiled. “Don’t tell me I’m the first.”She laughed softly and pinched he

GANG-FUCKED 2

We released her. She leaned back against the wall, wiped her mouth, then tugged her skirt down and straightened her blouse. She walked unsteadily to the bed and sat on the edge. She pushed her hair out of her face, exhaled, and touched her tongue to the corner of her mouth.She crossed her legs and slipped off her high heels. Running a hand up her calf, she said, “I believe we had an agreement, boys.”I glanced at Collins. He had already shed his jacket and loosened his tie, fingers working on his cufflinks. My eyes drifted down to the obvious bulge in his pants.“Wait,” Freya said. We both looked at her. “You were a gentleman earlier and offered to walk away when I seemed uncomfortable. I’m giving you the same chance now. If you want to go, or if you’re uncomfortable at all, you can leave. No pressure.”I shook my head and turned to face Collins, heart pounding. “How far are we going?”“As far as you want,” I said. “Just… go slow.”He nodded and stepped closer. One hand slid to the

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