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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.

“Better get dressed, sis. Wouldn’t want them to see what a mess your stepbrother made of you.” I stand up on shaky legs, cum dripping down my thighs, uniform ruined, body marked with hickeys and handprints. The taboo has only just begun. And I’m already addicted.

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

Abby reported to me the new details about her life. I gasped as I remembered it being unchecked on my bucket list. "And I never did. You should have watched it with me." I frowned. "Hey, don't be so disappointed." She slapped my forearm lightly and went to grab her laptop. Soon, she opened a website which was filled with all sorts of pornography material. "What the fu*k." I did not expect to come across such a world. "Yeah, exactly. What the fu*k." Abby said and we both giggled together. "So, what category?" She inquired.

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.

His reply came almost instantly, “Now. Lift whatever you're wearing, spread your legs, and show me that freshly fucked pussy. I want to see how well you’re holding my cum. My face burned with embarrassment and fresh arousal. I knew I should say no. This was dangerous, very reckless, but my body was already responding. I pulled my t-shirt up, slid my panties to the side, and spread my legs. I took a quick photo of my glistening, puffy pussy still slightly open, a faint trace of his dried cum visible on my skin. I sent it before I could overthink it, and his text came immediately. “Good girl. Such an obedient little slut. Look at how puffy you are. That tight cunt is still shaped like my cock.

He couldn't deny it. He pounded her harder. "Shut up and take my dick, you bitch. This is the last time, so you better fucking enjoy it," he rasped, humping her pussy like a man starved for a woman's touch. Jessica didn't deserve this. She was great in bed. Willing to explore all his fucked up fantasies. The problem? She wasn't the one creating said fucked up fantasies. The taboo of fucking his step daughter wreaked havoc with his sanity, but like any number one groupie, Fred couldn't get enough.