Filthy Taboo Novels & Stories

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.

“Can you to give me my first orgasm, Kai?" He paused, eyes locking onto hers with visible surprise. “Do you really know what you’re asking?” “Yes,” she whispered, clear-headed and aching. “I’m sure.” Kai’s expression darkened with heat. He knew how much dirty things she could do. "If I do this… you won't be able to walk out of here properly afterward.” Lila met his gaze, the forbidden desire thick in the air. “I don’t want to walk out properly.” She took the towel off completely, legs parting slightly. “Please, Kai…” That broke his restraint.

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—-

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.

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.

As He fucked me with his fingers… “That’s my good girl. Come on Daddy’s fingers like the needy little slut you are.” His filthy words pushed me over the edge. I came hard, crying out, my pussy clenching and gushing around his thick fingers. Waves of hot pleasure crashed through me. My legs shook. All I could feel was him … his strength, his control, his claim on me. He kept going until I was a trembling mess in his arms. Then he pulled his fingers out and held them to my lips. “Clean them.” My face burned with shame, but I opened my mouth and sucked them clean, tasting my own sweet juice. His cock twitched hard against me.

They swallow, then kiss—swapping cum, tongues tangling filthily. But still not done. I drag them to the glass wall. Press their faces against it—cheeks squished, tits flattening. “Show the guests your ruined holes.” I bend them over, asses out. Then I take turns—fucking one while fingering the other’s gape. Anal, vaginal, back to anal. No cleaning. Just nasty, taboo swapping. I feel my next orgasm building. I pull out and line them up. “Open wide, piss drinkers.”

I’ve been on edge for so long that desire is starting to taking over, crowding everything else out. “Yes,” I moan as pleasure consumes my thoughts. “Tell me you’re a dirty little slut, and I’ll let you cum,” he says. One part of me knows how humiliating and degrading this is, but the part of me that’s here, right now, doesn’t care. I’m lost in pleasure and sensation. Anything and everything dirty sounds appealing. I’m filled with a sudden lust for anything taboo. I want to be filled with all the cocks. Fucked by all the men. Called every dirty name under the sun.

“I can see that, you dirty bitch. I meant are you ready to get your cunt stretched? I don’t play easy.” I’ve been spoken to filthily before, but it’s so fucking different when he does it. The money makes no difference anymore, my clit is already sparking, ready to come. “I’m ready, Sir.” “Good girl.”

"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.