Asstr Taboo Novels & Stories

Everything else could wait. --- Tabby

Matt knew there would be no panties, because he had been staring at that same naked, pink pussy all month. All while pretending not to notice her flashing him. Her pussy tormented his dreams, the sight now making his mouth water despite himself. "Get up, Tiana. Stop it. You've had your fun. Now stop flashing your daddy, I mean professor daddy, I mean me, your professor and mother's husband. Stop showing me your pussy. For fuck's sake wear a damn bra next time you come to class too," Matt growled, his voice thick with strained control, a low groan escaping as he fought the urge to reach out and spank her ass.

"The cafeteria? During lunch? You’re going to get expelled. You're going to get us both ruined." "It’s an experiment, Ash," I said, sliding into the plastic chair opposite him and leaning forward. "I want to see the threshold of public tolerance. I want to see how much people can handle before they break. Watch me." “Don't Dani! Don't!” I didn't listen. I never do. I slowly let my knees fall apart under the table. I was wearing a short, plaid school skirt and, as a part of the experiment's design, no panties. The cool air hitting my sensitive skin made me shudder, a tiny spark of electricity already dancing in my belly. I reached down, my hand sliding effortlessly under the hem of my skirt.

The room filled up in the next ten minutes and I did what I always do at these things, which is watch the door. The last person through the door at nine-oh-four was Lucian Freud. I'm not going to describe him because it doesn't matter what he looks like. What matters is that he is the Alpha of the Westside pack, his territory shares a border with mine that has been a problem for two years, and of every person sitting at this table he is the one I trust the least. He found his seat on the opposite side without looking at me, which is what he always does, and I looked away first because I always do that too.

I had become the monster I had promised to shield her from—someone who forced himself onto her without whether she was willing. "Alpha." Marcus spoke from the door, sounding disillusioned. "We need to talk." I didn't turn around. "Say what you came to say." "What you did was unforgivable." His words were precise, cutting. “The mating mark taboo is one of the worst offenses in our society. You know this." "I know." The confession burned my throat as it came out.

Where's the wrong in two consenting adults exploring their sexuality together? "The gun," I said. "The cigarette burns. The—" *All negotiated. All consensual. All part of a dynamic that worked for both of you. Yes, it was intense. Yes, it had elements that vanilla society would consider taboo. But it wasn't abuse, and it wasn't wrong.* I sank back into my chair, my head spinning. Because he was right—the memories didn't show Celeste afraid or coerced. They showed her engaged, aroused, often asking for more.

The emotional tether pulled tight, their friendship a lifeline in the storm of taboo lust, best friends lost in the glory of being used. The alternation grew frantic, cocks pistoning between pussy and ass like pistons, the men's grunts syncing with the girls' moans. Sara felt the peak building, a taboo ecstasy that blurred pain and bliss, her body a canvas for their anonymous fury. Another orgasm ripped through her, her screams mingling with Mia's as they begged in unison—'Fill us! Don't stop pounding!'

She says. I get Taboo, the one about the mother and son incest, and put it in the DVD player. As we watch the sexual tension build between the mother and son in the video, we're matching the sexual tension in our living room. Just sitting next to my mom on the couch, watching a p**n video has made my cock rock solid. I watch mom's nipples pushing against the sheer fabric of her bra, making bumps on her t-shirt. "Why do you like this video, mom?" I ask her, as I adjust my bulge inside my pants.

Tabitha stated, repositioning herself to talk to Blake, who sat on her bed. “So what’s your excuse?” Blake asked, looking at Tabby. “I’m reevaluating this person who we were looking to promote, but he has a very unique fetish that only came to light tonight,” Tabby said, placing her tablet to the side to conduct a conversation with Blake. “Oh? What fetish this rising star has, if I might ask?” Blake asked, almost knowing in his heart. “He loves pregnant women and becomes their subordinate in the presence of them,” Tabby said shyly.

“ It’s very possible, just hard to attain, “ he huskily said. I could tell from the tone of his voice his mood had gone down. I wonder if it had anything to do with his mother. He slammed the cooler shut and walked away. “ Next time slam it a little harder, “ JJ shouted. Why couldn’t he just shut up sometimes? One day, he was going to say that to the wrong person and get killed. “ So, who do you think would win in a fight? Katherine or Ethan? “ Maya said brushing her ass against JJ’s pants. JJ carefully shooed her away and she sat and pouted on the cooler. “ Ethan, have you seen his muscles? “ Mabel swooned. I had the urge to beat the shit out of her for betraying me. How could everyone thin