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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.

“Been watching you avoid us for years. Knew it was because you’re a dirty little slut deep down. Spread those legs wider. Let me see how bad you need family cock.” My walls clench hard around my fingers. Shame floods my face, but it blends with the heat and pushes me higher. This is so fucked up. He is your father-in-law. Mark’s dad. Yet the taboo makes my clit throb even more. I rub faster, thighs trembling.

Everyone was looking for an exclusive. I drew the curtain closed and stripped out of my clothes before climbing into bed. There wasn’t much I could do save for scroll through social media and look at what the people were saying. I saw people who claimed to know me in high school and college saying stuff about me always being a whore who went after older men.

“Such a good girl for me… taking every inch so deep… this tight little cunt was made for my cock… your brother has no idea what a filthy slut his sister is for me… riding me like you can’t get enough…” The combination of his fingers on my clit, his cock stretching and filling me, and that constant stream of filthy, taboo talk pushed me right over the edge. I came hard, crying out his name, my walls clamping down around him in rhythmic, pulsing waves. My whole body shook, thighs trembling, nails digging into his shoulders as the orgasm crashed through me in long, intense waves.

His voice was thick with lust making me adjust on my heels. “Alright. Let's have a chat. Leave the clothes on the floor.” He said pointing towards a chair in front of him. “Do you have a certain kink you gravitate to?” He asked when I sat down. “I enjoy many different things… like threesome, bisexual, anal, taboo.” “Taboo?” He cleared his throat. “What do you consider as taboo?” “I don't know… cheating housewives, step siblings, age gaps.” He smiled adorably as if the thought of indulging in this is cute. Then his smile dropped. And he's back to business. “Show me how you masturbate.”

I drove into her with everything I had, totally lost in the sensation of her tight, wet heat. "You're mine," I growled. "You understand? You don't look at anyone else. You don't touch anyone else. You belong to me." "I'm yours!" she wailed, her body trembling. "I'm your little slut, cousin! Just make me cum!" The taboo words were the final trigger. I felt the explosion building, a massive wave of pressure at the base of my spine. I reached around and rubbed her clit furiously while I hammered into her from behind.

"My Lady's precious, beautiful cunt..." "To me, it is sweeter and holier than any honey in this world. It is not filthy in the slightest." Cunt! Once again, that vulgar smut striking my eardrums from the crude lips of the male. The taboo word I had deemed so profane I had forbidden myself from uttering it my entire life. The moment it pierced my eardrums, entangled with the male's blind devotion declaring he would inhale me completely. I collapsed limply onto the bedding as if all the essence in my body had drained away.

I moaned, trembling, my body slick, my pussy still throbbing around him. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, whispering filthy commands as he gripped us both in his hands. “This is the unholiest thing you’ll ever feel… and you’re going to crave every second of it.” My body quaked at the thought. This wasn’t just sex… this was taboo, raw, and filthy, and I wanted every second. Every rough thrust, every cruel touch, every filthy word from him.

I cried, gripping the desk. "And you love it. Move your hips—fuck yourself on my cock." He stayed still, letting me rock back, impaling deeper. "Yes—harder! Pound my ass!" I begged, the rhythm building, desk shaking. He gripped my hips, slamming forward. "Dirty little paralegal—ass-fucked in my office. What would Elena say? 'Hey, bestie, how's my stepdad's dick feel?'" "Shut up—don't stop!" The taboo words fueled me, orgasm coiling