Dirty Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

EMMA My body was still trembling, thighs slick with our mixed juices, when Sarah lifted herself off me. Her face glistened with my cum, lips swollen and shiny. I lay there on the couch, naked and panting, my perky tits heaving, my shaved pussy still pulsing and leaking from the intense orgasm she’d just given me. Jake stood beside us, his thick cock still half-hard, glistening with the last drops of his own release. The sight of his cum streaking across Mom’s ass and my thighs made my clit throb all over again.

“They start on my breasts, Father. Squeezing them, pinching my nipples until they ache. Then they slide down my stomach… between my legs. Rubbing my… my cunt. Pushing fingers inside while I moan.” “Good girl,” he murmured, and I heard the rustle of his cassock like he was adjusting himself. “Keep going. Do you imagine these hands belonging to someone forbidden? Do you get wet thinking about it?” “Yes,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “So wet. I rub my clit in circles until I come, imagining a man holding me down, filling me up even though I know it’s wrong. I feel so dirty afterwards but I can’t stop.” The screen door clicked. He stepped out of his side and opened mine, towering over me.

The flight back was a descent into a special kind of hell, a pressurized tube of recycled air and unspoken dread. The silence was not the comfortable, shared quiet of two people who knew each other well. It was the heavy, suffocating silence of a battlefield after the fighting has stopped, a silence filled with the ghosts of what had transpired. Emma sat in her business class seat, staring out the window at the endless expanse of clouds, but she wasn’t seeing the sky. She was seeing Mr. Dubois’s face, feeling his hands on her, tasting his cock in her mouth. She was feeling Mr. Carter’s brutal thrusts from behind, hearing his possessive growls, the sound of his voice as he commanded her to co

They made me cum so many times I lost count. They pissed on me once — Sophia first, then the others, marking me while laughing. They made me thank them after each orgasm. They took pictures on their phones. They wrote filthy words on my body with lipstick they found in the car: “Free Use,” “Cum Dump,” “Mafia Whore.” By the time the sun started to dip lower, I was a complete wreck — lying exhausted on the blanket, body trembling, covered in their juices, dirt, and marks. Sophia crouched beside me and stroked my hair almost gently.

If you want to discuss anything with me, I believe you should stopspeaking in parables. Anonymous: You and I know that there is nothing parable about what I just said. I know you understand me, but for your sake, I’ll break it down a little bit. Why were you having an affair with Mateo and went as far as getting pregnant for him while you were still married to Martinez, his father? Natasha: I don’t know what you’re talking about. I do not know who your informant is, but you need to get back your money. He or she is obviously feeding you nonsense.

My cunt was swollen, raw, and completely filled, the thick, white fluid slowly dripping out onto the dark wood. The woman looked up at me, a wicked, hungry smile touching her lips. Then, she leaned down and buried her face straight between my thighs, her flat tongue lapping heavily over my filled, hyper-sensitive center. The shock of her warm tongue hitting my hyper-sensitive flesh made my entire lower body jerk. I let out a loud, broken cry, my hips lifting completely off the desk as she swiped flat and heavy across my swollen opening. She didn't mind the mess at all; she drank it in, lapping up the thick, white fluid the Beta had left deep inside me, cleaning my skin with a fierce, hungry

My eyes fluttered open to darkness, a seering pain slicing through my head as I shut my eyes with a sharp hiss. I tried again but darkness… then I felt it, wetness and cold. The events of whatever the fucking time it all happened, came crashing down! Shit! Big Cee and I had stolen some stash from a big mogul at the club… just realizing right now, that it was the biggest mistakes of our lives. We had fucked around with the wrong person! This man had found us in a matter of minutes if I am not exaggerating and the rest is history.

He’d caught me using it once, and he stayed angry about it for almost a week. I promised I wouldn’t use it again. I even threw away the one I had, like that would somehow seal the promise shut. But then his trips became more frequent… and that promise started to feel less like something real and more like something I said just to calm him down. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and dropped onto the bed. I yanked my soaked panties down my thighs, and spread my legs wide. I unlocked my phone and opened the hidden folder where I kept a bunch of sex videos. I played one where a man was fucking a blonde-haired woman doggy style.

"Report it? Who said anything about reporting it?" He leans in closer, his scent—something like sandalwood and expensive gin—overwhelming me. He shushes me gently, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "There’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’re all human. To be honest, I watch it all the time. I could give you a list of performers that make those Brazzers clips worth it. I’ve been following Lana Rhoades and Abella Danger for years." My jaw nearly hits my desk. I look up at him, shocked not because he watches p**n, but by the casual admission. "You... you do?"

They started pushing me to get married when I was twenty five but I couldn't. Yes I slept with different women and even got a member to the Velvelt House four years ago but no one had ever caught my fancy. That was until when I was doing my PhD and the media got wind of my sex life and they rained on me. I had slept with a gold digger who had investigated into who I was and thought that she could blackmail her into giving her money and she did but she was wrong. The magazine she went to was a small one and I bought it out and had someone hack into her phone and laptop and delete anything to do with me and with no evidence left and with me running the gossip tabloid, she didn't have anywhere