Filthy Taboo.com Novels & Stories

I was just scrolling through I*******m when I caught a old gym shot of Leo —shirtless, sweat glistening on those rock-hard abs. My thumb hovered around his abs. Then my mind drifted to a few weeks ago, his bathroom tap had gone haywire. He had barged into my bathroom without permission, and I saw him completely naked as he took his shower. I’d seen everything—his thick dick hanging heavy, the lines of muscle disappearing lower. I’d slammed the door and acted disgusted, but the image had burned into my brain. It haunted me in the shower, late at night when my hand slipped under the covers without thinking, imagining his dick in my tight pussy.

The filthy friction was driving me insane—my clit rubbing against his hard cock with every movement, sending sparks of pleasure through my still-sensitive pussy. I bit my lip hard, trying not to moan as another bump made me slide against him. His cock twitched beneath me, pressing up insistently. My mind spun with dirty thoughts—what if he pulled my dress up right here? What if he slipped inside me while our parents sat just feet away? The taboo made it so much hotter, so disgustingly addictive. The road got rougher ahead...

He aimed, ropes of hot cum shooting across our bellies, breasts, mixing with our sweat, but we were not done. As he caught his breath, still hard, we guided him, positioning so he could let go, and he did, warm piss streaming over our bodies, soaking our skin, running down between our pressed pussies, the taboo heat of it making us grind again, chasing one more peak in the filthy mess. We collapsed, drenched and satisfied, bodies heaving, the room smelling of sex and release, knowing this wild afternoon had changed everything between us.

What the hell kind of stuff did my dad write about? Inside that folder were literally dozens of documents. My hands were shaking as I slowly scrolled through them, reading the names of the files. It quickly dawned on me that this was not just any erotica. Every single title seemed to hint at some sort of "taboo" erotica. Maybe they were just like the one I had read the night before, about the owner's son and the intern. That was considered "forbidden" in many work environments. But no. These seemed different somehow. I finally chose one called "After School" and opened it.

“Missed this wet little hole? It’s been throbbing all day thinking about you.” Grace sank onto the bed, spreading her legs wide for the camera. The room was softly lit, just enough to hide her face in shadow while showing every curve of her body. She’d named the account ASlimySlut because that’s exactly how she felt when she touched herself—filthy, dripping, desperate. Subscribers were already piling in. Her first few posts had gone semi-viral in the right circles: thick stepmom types who moaned like they needed cock more than air.

Dirty, degrading words poured out as they worked me. “We’re gonna flood that gut with our loads till you leak for days,” he continued menacingly this time like it was a threat, gripping my hair tighter than I had to I grit my teeth slightly to hold back the pain that spread through my scalp. “Tiny dick beta, born to eat alpha seed. I’m a thong-wearing cum dumpster for superior studs. Say it bitch!” “I’m… I’m a thong-wearing cum dumpster for superior studs,” I gasped between thrusts, my cheeks flooding with humiliating heat.

Damien's POV The afternoon sun poured through the windows as I sat on the couch, legs spread, watching Lila crawl naked across the living room floor. She still had my cum from earlier leaking down her thighs. A thick silicone plug, one I’d found in her secret drawer, stretched her tight little ass, making her whimper with every movement while she “cleaned” the floor on her hands and knees. “Arch your back more,” I ordered. “Show me what I own.”

Tabi received an employee discount for her purchases, so she often came home with pretty nice clothes, which is usually what she wore to work. Tabi is known for being friendly, and many have described her personality as "Bubbly." She is petite at just over five feet barefooted. Her butt is round, curvy, and toned. She is athletic and firm. Her tits are not small or flat, but they are also not large. I would say like nice firm coconuts.

The man she wrote endless filthy scenes about just made her cum harder than she ever thought possible and even acting like nothing happened? Millions of his fans could only ever dream about it. She slid off the table, legs shaky and slipped into the attached private bathroom. Turning on the cool water, she washed away the oil and wetness on her skin. Every touch of cloth between her legs made her flinch still sensitive and throbbing. She replayed the feeling of his tongue..the ice. 'This is crazy... Can't believe this is real.' She finally stepped out of the treatment room, trying to walk normally. The receptionist smiled politely.

Harder. She leaned forward, breasts in his face. “Suck.” He latched onto a nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing. She moaned, pace quickening. “Tell me what you are.” “I’m… yours.” “Louder.” “I’m yours! Your pet! Your slut!” She slammed down harder, taking him deep. “Come inside me,” she commanded. “Fill the woman who trained your grandfather. Continue the line.” The words—taboo, filthy—shattered him.