Filthy Taboo Novels & Stories

“You wish, handsome. I’m all yours tonight.” He sent another massive tip and a message: keep that voice just like that next time. I like hearing the real you. When I ended the stream and closed the top sitting there in the dark with my clit throbbing between my legs. Then shame overwhelmed me all over again but the feeling between my legs topped it—it was exciting and addictive but I’d never done this before, I had never said those filthy words out loud and meant them sincerely. I took off the damp lingerie and changed into an old T-shirt of Mark's with the faint trace of his cologne.

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.

I pouted and he pulled his fingers out almost completely before plunging them back in. “Life isn’t fair, now clean up your fucking mess.” I could only imagine how obscene we looked with him shirtless and his fingers inside of me while I darted my tongue out to lick the couch. The fabric was weird against my tongue and mixed with the tanginess of my arousal, it was different but not unpleasant. Once Jake realized I had started to clean it, he moved his fingers inside of me. I moaned and pulled back from the couch but he stopped. “When you stop, I stop.”

She casually drops the bra on the floor, still focusing out the window. '"Taboo?' Really? Where the fuck did you find that word? Incest, Father. We are talking about incest. Having sex with your family." I shift in my chair. Maybe I'm too careful, but I need a clear sign. "Which is also illegal, and for very good reasons."

Intimate. His hand slid between us, thumb finding my clit. Rubbing in time with his hips. "Come again for me. Squeeze this cock like the good girl you are." Pressure built fast. His dirty talk pushed me higher: "Lila has no idea her sweet best friend is such a slut for my dick. Moaning under me, begging to be fucked." The taboo words tipped me over. Second orgasm ripped through — tighter, hotter. Walls fluttering around him, milking.

way 5: Professor's Forbidden PetChapter 2: No Panties After Class The whole next day I could not think straight. I sat in Professor Reed’s lecture with his dried cum still on my thighs from yesterday. Every time he looked at me from the front of the class my pussy throbbed. I kept pressing my legs together under the desk. The other students had no idea that their respected teacher had fucked me raw on his desk and filled me with his load. The thought made me wet again.

“Your perfect pussy's still pumping me out.” He lowered himself before either of us could think. The first broad stroke of his tongue dragged from the bottom of my slit all the way up, scooping the thick mess he had left inside me. I gasped, hips jerking. He did it again, slower, gathering another mouthful of his own cum mixed with my slick, then spat it back onto my clit and rubbed it in with his tongue. The wet, filthy sounds of him cleaning and re-wetting me filled the air. My legs trembled in the air on either side of his head. It was too much, too intimate, too dirty, but I didn’t stop him. This might be the only chance we ever got.

And I couldn’t control myself to stay quiet anymore. “Unghhhhhh” “Damn, you like it when I say dirty things don’t you?.” I couldn’t talk. I was out of breath. “Finally, someone that gets me. Your sister doesn’t like it when I talk dirty, you know. But you, you're perfect for me. My perfect little whore” “Unghhh,… Ahhhhh….” “Yes baby, just like that. Let me hear you moan like the perfect little slut you are”

“Fuck babygirl. You make me want to do very dirty things to you.” I feel his erection pressing against my ass and I smile innocently. “Like what daddy?” I ask, wiggling a little on his lap. Gavin groans and leans in sucking on my neck. “Like.” He whispers, pausing a second. “Untying that little bikini bottom and sliding my fingers into that tight pussy of yours right here in this chair.” He kisses my neck and I moan. “Or, bending you over the arm of the couch, and fucking you until you are screaming my name.”

They’re weak and feel like jelly. He fishes out some paper towels and cleans himself up with them. When I extend my hand to him for some, he shakes his head. “You’re going to walk out of here with my cum running down your thighs.” Fuck. Who knew professor Kade was a dirty talker? When my brain can function again, I tug my panties up my thighs and wear my leggings, ignoring the lines of cum that trickle down my thighs. It’s dirty but it’s so fucking hot.