Novel & Cerita Erotica Stories Taboo

He still found a way to get his hand over my mouth and he slams into me. Something about this feels so taboo, so forbidden and it makes me even wetter. “You’re going to shut up and take my cock,” he grits into my ear. “You don’t want Daddy hearing how his baby girl gets ruined by his boss in the guest bathroom.” The filth of it makes me gush around him. He’s so big it hurts, but I take it. I want all of it, every fucking inch of his cock and every filthy word he has for me, I'm going to take it all.

If anything, she shifted slightly, as if testing me. “Is something wrong?” she asked, her voice soft. I took a sip of water, debating whether I should say it. “You’re nineteen,” I murmured. “And I’m thirty-five.” She blinked, then tilted her head, as if trying to figure out why I was bringing it up now. “So?” I let out a low chuckle. “It’s taboo, Ariana.” Her lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “Maybe for you.” She took another bite of food, as if this conversation wasn’t unraveling something dark between us—something we both wanted but shouldn’t.

He simply shoved the fabric aside and cupped me, two fingers plunging in without warning, curling, stroking. I cried out; the sound echoed off the marble like a confession. “Shh,” he mocked, thumb pressing my clit in cruel circles. “Wouldn’t want anyone to hear the bride getting finger-fucked by her brother-in-law on her wedding night, would we?” My back arched. I was already climbing again, shamefully fast and sharp, because he was right: this was wrong, this was everything I’d sworn I’d never do, and I was chasing it like a junkie.

The sudden silence was deafening. “A mere aperitif,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on her. He reached into the trunk and pulled out a length of soft, red rope. “Do you want a taste of the main course, Lois? Do you want me to show you how these are really meant to be used?” The question hung in the air, charged and dangerous. It was wrong. It was taboo. It was the most exciting thing she had ever been asked. Her logical mind screamed a protest, but the throbbing between her legs screamed louder. She gave another shaky nod.

It makes him groan and fuck me even rougher. We stay like that, fucking hard against the wall. My legs shake from holding on. He pins me tighter, one hand on my ass, the other still spreading my pussy. "You're so tight and wet," he says. "This forbidden pussy feels too good." I moan loud but bite my lip to stay quiet. The taboo of it all makes me hotter. He's my brother in law, and here we are again, risking everything. His cock keeps pounding me violent, hitting spots inside that make my eyes roll back.

The mirrors on the side wall reflected everything, my muscular body driving into her, her legs wrapped around my waist, her full breasts bouncing wildly with every brutal thrust. “Look at the photos,” I growled, gripping her throat lightly. “Look at your dad’s face while I fuck you on his desk.” Isabella moaned louder, staring at the framed picture of her father shaking hands with some celebrity. The taboo made her pussy clench even tighter around me. “Harder!” she begged. “Fuck me like you hate him!” I pounded her mercilessly, the wet slapping sounds obscene in the quiet office. I flipped her over, bending her across the desk so she was facing the large window overlooking the gym floor. Any

Her fingers slid easily back inside me, picking up where I left off , withdeep, steady strokes that made fresh wetness leak out. “He won’t be interested in you like that, Maya,” she said softly but firmly, curling her fingers against my G-spot while her thumb circled my clit. “Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.”

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

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