Novel & Cerita Dirty Taboo Sex Stories

CONTENT: Big cock, passionate sucking, pussy rubbing, jerking off. CHAPTER 1 Sophia, an exhibitionist, enjoyed showing off her body, and this gave her so much excitement. This lifestyle had earned her lots of admirers. Her husband also liked the idea and encouraged her to do whatever her admirers asked her to do. It excited him to see her being led by vicious dominators. Sophia especially liked to submit to Derick, a guy she met on a dating/flirting website.

The casual touches, the long stares when he came home sweaty from work I thought I’d hidden them better. “What were you watching exactly?” he pressed. “Tell me.” I swallowed hard. “Gay p**n. Older guy… taking control. Big cock. Making the younger one submit.” Max’s eyes darkened. I glanced down involuntarily and saw the thick outline of his cock straining against his jeans. He was hard. My own dick throbbed in response, pressing uncomfortably against my shorts. “Stand up,” he ordered. “Drop the shorts. Show me how you were touching yourself last night.”

Well, I would just tell him everything and have him leave me alone. “I'm addicted to s*x Ryan…” I said, my tone flat. “I know that.” he wouldn't let me finish and interrupted. Gosh. How do I add the fact that I loved different d!ck too? “And I like doing it with different men. I wouldn't stay faithful to you.” I finally added. He was quiet for some moments. Then sighed. “We can fix that too,” he said and my eyes fluttered at him. “I’ll give you every style you want me to Ella. Let's give it a try. You can't continue like this forever. Your addiction needs to be conquered. One day your mummy will find out about this life you're living and you wouldn't be proud of it.”

Damien hauled him up by the front of his hoodie and shoved him toward the bed. “Strip. Now.” Elias’s hands shook as he pulled off his hoodie and jeans. His body felt exposed under Damien’s hungry gaze, slim chest, narrow waist, the soft curve of his ass, his hard cock bobbing between his legs. Damien pushed him face-down onto the bed, yanking his hips up so his ass was presented. He spat on Elias’s hole and rubbed the head of his cock against it. “No condom,” Damien growled. “I’m going to fuck you raw. And when I cum inside you, you’re going to keep every drop.”

His hand moves under the covers and I know exactly what he’s doing, replaying every second he witnessed, And I lie still feeling something open between us that was locked for years. He rolls toward me. Pulls me in. His cock is hard against my back and he enters me without asking, rough and desperate, nothing like the careful sex we’ve had for years. His hand in my hair, his hips driving into me with a desperation I’ve never felt from him. “Tell me what they did to you,” he whispers. So I tell him. Every detail. Dante’s thickness stretching me wider than Marcus ever has. Paul’s politeness while he bounced me on his cock on our couch.

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

She exploded, screaming around her husband’s cock as her pussy spasmed violently around Marcus, squirting mixed cum all over his balls Marcus flipped her onto her back again. He and David took turns Marcus fucking her deep and hard while David sucked her nipples and kissed her, then switching so David could fuck her while Marcus made her suck his cum-covered cock. The dirty talk flowed nonstop: David: “You let a stranger breed you all night… now take both of us.” Marcus: “Her pussy is so sloppy with my loads… feel how loose she is for you now.” Emma moaned like a whore, cumming again and again until she was a trembling, cum-covered mess.

"That's a good thing, right? Intense is sexy." "Tash, something happened," I said, my voice barely a whisper. And then, the whole story came pouring out of me. The locked drawer, the journal, getting caught, the blackmail, the deal. I left out no detail. I told her everything—my fear, my shame, and my sick, twisted arousal. When I was finished, the room was silent. Tasha just stared at me, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes wide with shock. "Holy shit," she finally breathed out. "Holy. Fucking. Shit, Elara."