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My hips kept moving without control. He turned the vibrator higher. I whimpered and shivered at the same time as tears formed in my eyes but it wasn't from pain. It was from intense pleasure. He pulled his cock out of my mouth with a wet plop. I started breathing fast and before I could catch my breath… “Stand up and bend over the desk again.” I obeyed as I stood up with shaky legs. He grabbed my waist and pulled the tiny g-string to the side. “Look at you all wet,” he murmured. “Already dripping. I had no idea you're into this too.”

My heart hammered against my ribs. The order was degrading, obscene. And it set a fire in my belly. I leaned forward, closing the distance. The first touch of my tongue to the cool, wet wood was salt and bitterness and him. I moaned, the sound involuntary, vibrating against the desk. I licked a slow, deliberate stripe through the spill, gathering it into my mouth. The act was so submissive, so filthy, that it coiled heat low in my core. I could feel Jonathan’s seed trickling from inside me, a parallel intimacy.

My secret words and my filthy thoughts. Heat flooded my face. I suddenly wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. “I…I attached the wrong file,” I whispered, voice cracking. “It was never meant for anyone.” He stepped closer. Close enough that I felt the faint heat of his body. “Yet you described everything with such precision. The way my voice would sound against your ears, how my fingers would feel sliding underneath your skirt while you tried so desperately to maintain your composure.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower, tracing the rapid rise of my chest. “Does writing those scenes excite you, Freya Laurent? Did your body respond while you imagined me fucking you in this very o

Looking into his eyes again, she lied. “Oh God, you’re huge! I hope I can take it all,” she said before taking the tip past her lips. After the brutal initiation Mr. Wright had given her with his monster cock, she knew that she would have no problems servicing this man. She licked at the head, tasting the precum oozing out of it. It tastes different, she thought.

I gasped for air, chin wet, eyes glassy, chest heaving. Dade looked down at me, still half-hard, and wiped the mess across my cheek with his thumb. “Good girl. Now it’s your turn to suffer again.” He walked to the low shelf and came back with toys...a thick vibrating wand, a curved plug, and a slender egg. He did not ask. He simply pressed the egg against my soaked entrance and pushed it inside until it disappeared. The vibration started low, then climbed higher as he adjusted the remote. I cried out at the sudden intense buzz right against my walls.

His hips jerked with each spurt his hand milking every drop watching it cover me. I watched him come the sight pushing my orgasm longer my fingers rubbing my clit slow now drawing it out feeling his cum warm thick on my skin. “So much,” I whispered reaching down to rub it in spreading it over my breasts and stomach marking myself with him feeling dirty and owned. Rune breathed hard watching me play with his cum his cock twitching still half hard at the sight. “You are fucking perfect,” he said, leaning in to kiss me deep, tasting my mouth slow now, the urgency fading but the heat still there.

My cock was still rock hard, my chest covered in their cum, my face still sticky from earlier. “We’ll be back in an hour. Maybe with more guys next time.”, Elliot whispered in my ear, biting on the lobe as he pulled back.

The wetness in Emery’s underwear was obvious with every step. Inside they did not stop to talk. Ronan stripped him slowly this time, kissed every mark that still lingered from earlier weeks, and laid him out on the bed. The night that followed was long and deliberate. Soft stretches of eye contact and slow thrusts mixed with the same filth that had defined them from the beginning. Ronan edged him with mouth and fingers, only allowing orgasm when he was buried deep and speaking about forever. He filled him three separate times, refusing to let him clean up between rounds. Bites and handprints layered over older ones. Emery stayed open and surrendered, taking everything Ronan gave and asking f

Shit. That felt nice.My back arched, following his mouth.“Desperate little slut.” His tongue swirled around the bud, making me moan. “Is that what you wanted?”“Yes.” I groaned when the sharp end of his tongue flicked against my hard skin. New feelings filled my mind, and fireworks of sensations exploded behind my eyelids. My skin was burning and only he could put it out.“Yes, what?” His teeth grazed my nipple, making me go insane.“Yes, sir.” Just as the words left my mouth, I felt him sucking my nub. I meowed and raised my chest, my head growing hazy from the sensation.His lips left my breast. “Open,” he commanded, and I obeyed, opening my mouth wide so he could put his fingers in there.Only

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.