Filthy Taboo.com Novels & Stories

I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.

Aria cried out, her fingers digging into his hair, pulling him closer. The sound of the kitchen was filled with the wet, rhythmic slurping of his tongue. I watched the way her body bucked, her heels drumming against the cabinets. It was sick. It was twisted. It was the most inappropriate thing I had ever seen in my life. And yet... I couldn't look away. A dark, heavy heat began to coil in my gut. My pulse was racing in my ears, a thick, steady thrum. Despite the horror of it, there was something incredibly wicked and satisfying about the scene. It was pure, unfiltered taboo.

I then logged into her computer, her password was actually Kevin2000, duh, I'd been a Y2K baby, and searched everywhere. Unlike mine, which would have two-thirds of the computer full of p**n, she had none. Which is what I would have expected before last weekend. Yet, her search history was more interesting. This month she had been to the erotica site Literotica; she had also been on Pornhub, a lesbian site Girlsway, and a site called Naughty America. I learned she had subscriptions to the latter two, which explained why she didn't have any p**n hidden away on her computer... she could just watch it on the websites.

Shame and filthy excitement twisted together in my gut as I dropped to all fours on the cold tile. My heavy breasts swayed, nipples hard, my red, spanked ass up in the air as I crawled slowly between his legs. The soapy water and my own juices smeared across the floor under my knees. David gripped my jaw roughly with one calloused hand, tilting my face up. His thumb pressed into my swollen lips. “Open that filthy mouth.” I parted my lips obediently, tongue out like a trained slut. He leaned forward, gathered a thick, heavy glob of spit in his mouth, and let it drip slowly, obscenely, right onto my waiting tongue.

I moaned long and low as it popped in, the fullness incredible combined with my throbbing pussy. “Fuck… it’s so deep in my ass…” He tugged on the plug gently, making me whimper, then climbed over me. His massive cock rubbed against my soaked entrance. “Beg for it.” “Please, Marcus… please fuck your stepdaughter’s tight little pussy while the plug fills my ass. I need your cock so bad, ruin me, Daddy.” The taboo word slipped out. He groaned deeply and slammed into me in one brutal thrust. “Fuuuuuck!” I screamed, unable to stay quiet. He was even deeper with the plug inside me, stretching both holes. The sensation was overwhelming.

Her hand went between her legs and she rubbed her clit while the warm stream hit her. “Your turn,” he said, voice low. Joan hesitated but only a second, then aimed and pissed on his cock while it stayed hard. The nasty thrill made her feel dirty in the best worst way. Tyler stroked himself through it, then kissed her hard, tongues messy. Back in the bedroom, round two started even filthier. Tyler made her get on all fours again. He spread her ass cheeks and licked her tight hole, spitting on it, working his tongue inside. Joan moaned like a slut, pushing back against his face.

"Oh, baby. How were you supposed to know? I don't like to talk about it much, but I knew eventually, it would have to come out." I pulled back a little bit so I could look him in the eye. "I get it. I really do. Some areas of this are really hard for me because it's so… so taboo and so…so… naughty that I feel like I'm a whore." "But you're not! You're not doing anything wrong,"

All he knows is that I’m a thirty-two-yearold scientist with a kinky side. The only thing I’ve been honest about is my kink. Through my texts, I’m brave. I write my heart out. I tell him my innermost thoughts and the most depraved of my fantasies. I don’t know if I can be that way in real life.

“You’re making such a mess, Lila.” An unexpected bolt of desire shot through me and I let out a whimper. Both of us looked at each other for a long time and then she smirked, putting the camera down. "Your pussy isn’t shiny enough yet.” “Oh...." I flushed and then gulped. "Do you need me to rub ...oil on it?" "That could give you a yeast infection." she replied. "I'll help you, don't worry." Huh? Eyes wide, I tried to scooott away but she held me firm, smiling sweetly. “It’s just for the pictures, baby. It doesn’t mean anything. I’m only helping you look like the perfect fucktoy for Damien. He’ll love seeing you like this.”

he gasped as his head fell backwards, the pee flowing long and warm. When he finished, he staggered in his steps, dangling the dick and stroking fast and rough. The sight was sickening but hot. A pure undiluted taboo and the fact that I brought out this part of him made my chest swell with warmth. He was moving again, hand still rubbing off his purple cap. “Get on the bed” he snapped, already moving and dropping on his knees. I moved fast, eager to please him and bot get on his bad side cause I could miss blowing a load… who knows?