Filthy Taboo.com Novels & Stories

I’m going to die. “What am I?” More dangerous this time. More obsessive. “My Taboo step-daddy!” I cry out as cum rips from my cock, painting the sheets, my belly, and his scarred face. “Eat my fucking ass!” And he does. Hard, animalistic. Like cock tearing through a hole. Tristan’s mouth feeds on my ass, tongue lashing my swollen buds, and his teeth—sweet infant satan—those teeth should be banned. “So tight. So—-

Twenty-three thousand viewers watched me tonight, sending in virtual gifts and live messages that scrolled too fast I couldn't catch a whip of what any was saying. For context, I was a model, an idol and celebrity in the fashion industry but I had a filthy secret. This. I moaned softly, running a hand down my stomach until my fingers dipped beneath the lace of my panties. The chat exploded and I got to read a few messages: ~Anonymous107589: More, queen ~Fansyd1C: Fuck yes, show us… Then a private message notification pinged but I ignored it. I had specifically asked the viewers never to try sending a private message and although a few adhered, they were always those ones who never listened.

For a brief second, I looked from one man to another, my pulse racing as anticipation settled heavily over the room. This was the moment I had been waiting for. “Fuck,” Enzo and Adrian groaned together as they stroked themselves faster. “Keep your mouth wide open,” Damien instructed. I obeyed, lifting my chin while watching them. Before I could think, they all reached their climax and burst their seed across my face. “Hmm…” Adrian moaned as he came, his breathing turning ragged. I slowly licked across my lips and released a deep sigh, tasting what remained before wiping the rest from my cheek with the back of my hand.

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

Making Father Michael break his vows night after night, stroking his cock while he listens to your filth. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Yes," I whisper. "I'm wicked. I'm sinful. I'm—" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He spits in my face. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The warm saliva lands on my cheek, dripping down toward my lips. I gasp, shocked, humiliated — and so aroused I can feel my wetness soaking through my panties. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

I did exactly what he said, draping myself over the couch arm, my tits pressing into the cushions and my ass up high. I reached back spreading my cheeks showing him my cum filled pussy. “Look at what you did to me. Your son’s wife is all sloppy and ready for more of your dick. Fuck me deep this time. I want to feel you hit the bottom and make me scream.” My clit pulsed waiting for him and I wiggled my hips back inviting him in. The taboo of it all hit me hard. My husband's dad was about to pound me again right where we watched movies together.

“This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else… including any normal life next door. You’re my dirty little secret now.” I slipped back home leaking and addicted, knowing I’d be back tomorrow. The next few days became a dangerous game. Tyler fucked me in his garage while Lauren was at yoga. He fingered me under the table during a neighborhood potluck. Once, he pulled me into his bathroom while Lauren was in the shower and made me ride him on the toilet, hand over my mouth the entire time. Each time he filled me. Each time he told me I was his. But the real risk came on Friday night.

he commanded. I did, toes curling around his shaft, sliding through the pre-cum, feeling him throb hot and hard against my sole. It was depraved—footjob while he finger-fucked me, tongue buried in my pussy. He moaned into me, vibrations pushing me higher. “Gonna make you squirt,” he growled. “Drench my face like the slut you are.” His fingers pistoned faster, thumb circling my clit now as his tongue probed lower—lapping at my asshole, wet and insistent, rimming me with filthy swirls. The taboo shock sent me over.

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

Something that makes my wolf lunge against my control. Arousal. Recent arousal. My eyes scan the bathroom and land on something crumpled on the counter. My shirt. The black t-shirt from my duffel. What the… I pick it up and immediately wish I hadn’t. It’s damp. And it reeks of her—not just her general scent but the specific, unmistakable smell of her pussy. She used my shirt to get herself off. “Oh, fuck,” I groan, my cock going instantly hard. I should be furious. Should be marching across the hall to lecture her about boundaries and respect and appropriate behavior.