Black Sex Stories Novels & Stories

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

His grunts filled the room as I clenched and unclenched my pussy wall, making sure I grabbed the tip of his dick hard. “Say what I am making you feel,” I moaned out loud to him. “I want to hear you tell me dirty things.” I urged him. He grabbed my ass, split the centre open and held me down until I couldn't move. “You bad bitch!” he cursed at me. Then without warning, he began to stroke me, faster and deeper. My eyes rolled to the side as torrents of screams tore from my throat. I gripped his shoulder blade, holding on for my dare life.

Her eyes do not leave it, and I become much more horny with the way she stares at my cock. Do you see this, racist man? Your girl is so amazed at the black person’s cock. “Do you want to taste it? If you want to, just do it. You’re allowed to touch and taste it.” I smirked evilly at her. She gulped, and I saw her chest moving, indicating that she’s nervous... or excited? “I already have a b-boyfriend.” I chuckled and held the garter of my boxer shorts. I saw her follow it quickly.

He moved closer and, still fondling his bulge, Karen sat back in the chair, one leg thrown over the other, squeezing her thighs together to bring pressure to bear on her clitoris. There was something powerfully erotic about the glorious interior of Blackwood Towers. Generations of Burnets had fucked there — not only husbands and wives but, no doubt, a multitude of illicit lovers as well. It was as if the tumescence, liquid arousal and violent pleasure of these people from the past had impregnated the walls. She could almost see them dressed in period costume, ruffles and lace, trooped skirts and powdered wigs. Her mind slipped notches, filled with swirling coloured lights and images of forni

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

He couldn’t wait any more,it’s been so many years since he had anyone,since he felt inside the walls of a warm wet sex,he needed her now. He tore of her dress,making her gasp ,quickly promising her a new one ,he tore off his clothes too exposing his over 14 inches black cock ,girthy and dripping with pre cum,sticky big drops ,and soaked half his length already ,he lifted belle and laid her on the table drawing her to the edge of it , and spreading her legs, she had obviously had sex before , thank God cause he would have felt bad about pounding into her with his curse of a dick.

My pussy clamped down, juices dripping messily down my thighs, making the slap of skin even filthier. Zeke grunted, teeth scraping my breast. “I’m ruining this sweet little pussy till it can’t take anyone else.” Zade slammed into me harder, forcing me against his brother’s chest. “And I’ll wreck her ass till she can’t walk.” His thrusts grew sharper, brutal, my body bouncing helplessly between the both of them as they chased the rhythm. My screams tore out, louder than before, mixing with their groans and the obscene sound of wet skin colliding.

I couldn’t hold back the moans anymore no matter how hard I tried. Every deep stroke hit that spot inside me that made my whole body jerk and my clit rubbed rough against his pelvis on every grind so the pleasure built hotter and faster after all the teasing from the vibrator and his hands all afternoon. “Harder… please fuck me harder Mr Black,” I begged, my voice breaking into a whimper as my body trembled under him and my heels dug into the sheets behind his back. My pussy was making the sloppiest wet sounds around his cock now, squelching loud every time he buried himself to the hilt and my slick was dripping down to soak his balls and the sheets underneath me.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio