Filthy Taboo Novels & Stories

“Clean Daddy’s best friend’s cock like a good little slut. Taste how much you came for him.” She forced one final, almost painful orgasm out while deep-throating the dildo, thighs clamped, body seizing, a broken whimper vibrating around the toy as more fluid leaked out of her onto the already ruined sheets. Only then did she stop. Milie let the dildo fall from her mouth with a filthy wet sound. She pulled the vibrator out of her ass and dropped it. Then she lay there in front of the mirror, completely destroyed — tits covered in red handprints and spit, nipples swollen and dark, cunt and ass open and shiny, sheets soaked in a wide dark patch of cream and squirt, face wet with tears and drool

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.

He slaps my ass hard, the sting blooming into heat that makes me even wetter. “Harder, Xane,” I moan shamelessly. “Fuck my tight pussy deeper, I need it so bad.” Xane grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head back. His other hand reaches around to squeeze one of my tits. “Tell me who this cunt belongs to, Marie.” “It belongs to you,” I gasp. “My pussy is yours to ruin whenever you want, Xane.” We have been sneaking around for months, fucking every chance we get when our parents are out of the house. The taboo makes it so much hotter, I love how wrong it feels and how good he makes me cum.

She bowed her head looking at her fingers at she thought of what to answer. “I Didn’t know you liked getting your fingers buried in your cunt, moaning my name like a little slut.” Her thighs clenched hard together. Ethan saw it, the way her knees pressed inward, trying to trap the fresh pool of wetness between her legs. He smirked. “You’re doing it again. Squeezing like that’s gonna hide how soaked you are.” Maya swallowed. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” “Bullshit.” He stepped closer.

“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 words went deaf on my ears and I pushed my hand forward until I felt the tip touching his clothed chest. His hand tightened. "Ilaria." "You all are the same. Every men is." I seethed. The hatred I held for men, wasn't something born within me however it was drilled---installed, bit by bit, to the point I started to feel suffocated in their presence. "Men should stop treating women as trash." With every word, the energy flowed in my veins and I felt myself, coming in contact with my other half---the half which, I had hidden for a very, very long time.

I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.

Every thrust made my body shake. His heavy balls slapped against my clit. My juices ran down my thighs. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back while fucking me. His other hand reached around and rubbed my clit fast. “You like that?” he growled in my ear. “You like your stepbrother’s cock stretching this pussy?” “Yes… fuck yes,” I moaned. The taboo words made me even wetter. He fucked me faster. The kitchen filled with the sound of his skin slapping against mine and my loud, shameless moans.

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut. They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings. This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one yet. Even though I had never seen him, I had spent weeks imagini

He probed my asshole, pushing his tongue in and out, fucking me in a place that was taboo but not nearly as taboo as willingly and eagerly fucking my uncle. I let my head fall back, my body fully relaxed on the table as my uncle sucked at me. I was so close to coming. So close my toes and fingers tingled. I was a nasty girl. Dirty. So disgusting he spit on my pussy once more, using his fingers to smear it all over my inner thighs. I gasped and thrust my hips up, rotating them and silently pleading. “That’s it. Rub that pretty pussy all over me.” I started dry-humping the air, wanting to feel his tongue and finger... his big dick… shoved into my body.