Filthy Taboo Novels & Stories

I pushed my fingers deeper, and let the moans come freely. “Ah… fuck… ahh…” My legs began to tremble. I rubbed my clit faster with my other hand while I kept fingering myself. The wet sounds grew louder and filthier. I was soaked. Every time I pushed in, I could hear my cum. I locked eyes with them as the pressure built. I wanted all of them to see my face when I lost it. The orgasm hit hard. “Mmmm…” I bit my lips hard sexily. My pussy clenched around my fingers in strong pulses while my thighs shook. I kept rubbing through it, forcing myself to stay spread open so they wouldn’t miss a second.

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

“You want this dirty.” “Shut up and fuck me.” He freed his cock with one hand—thick, hard, the head already shiny. He hooked one of her knees over his elbow, opening her, and slammed in to the hilt in a single continuous thrust. The stretch forced a raw cry from her throat. He filled her completely, the thick shaft spreading her cunt wide, the base of him pressed tight against her. No barrier. Skin to skin. The taboo of it sat sharp between them, heightening every sensation.

Daphne shook violently, drenched in a cold sweat that soaked through her clothes. As the last needle was withdrawn, Tabitha immediately scrubbed her fingers with alcohol-soaked cotton, her face twisted in a look of deep-seated revulsion, as if she had just touched something filthy. "Vanessa... What is that supposed to mean?" Daphne finally wheezed, her voice trembling. "Well, it's just my habit. I'm a germaphobe," Tabitha replied coldly, not even bothering to look at her. Daphne bit her lip so hard it bled, forcing back the string of curses screaming in her mind.

“I want you to stretch me open and fill me with your cum while Mom’s right there.” The dirty words made him grind harder. He shoved two fingers back into my cunt while his cock rubbed my clit relentlessly. The dual sensation — his thick fingers stretching me and his fat cockhead grinding my clit — sent me spiraling into a third orgasm. This one was shattering. My pussy clamped down on his fingers, squirting again as my whole body convulsed. I had to bite his shoulder to stay quiet. Waves of dark, taboo pleasure crashed through me, leaving my cunt swollen, dripping, and aching for his cock.

Nuzzled in like I was trying to drown in the scent of him, the taste of him, the sound of him losing control. My hand rolled each heavy ball gently, thumb pressing into the sensitive space between them, mouth sloppy, open, tongue dragging wherever I could reach. “Holy fuck,” he growled. “You’re filthy. You’re so fucking filthy. Who taught you how to be like this?” I pulled back just enough to speak, chin wet, lips swollen, voice shaking from the heat between my legs. “You did,” I whispered. “You’re turning me into your little whore.” He grunted.

** Trigger Warning** This collection is not safe. Not for your morals. Not for your comfort. Inside these pages, you’ll find public degradation, corruption of innocence, voyeurism, cum worship, daddy kinks, strap-ons, virgin ruin, twisted love, and begging that sounds a lot like prayer. There are no safe words here. Only wrong men. Wet sheets. And women who stop pretending they want to be saved. If you’ve ever said “just one more chapter” with a hand between your thighs

Marc leaned in, burying his face into the side of Julian's neck, biting down firmly as he let out a low, gut-wrenching growl that echoed through the dark room. The three of them moved as a single, chaotic unit, the rhythm fast, heavy, and completely unsparing. Every stroke of touch, every shared kiss between the three of them tore down whatever remaining barriers Julian had held onto from his long, tedious workday. There was no control left, no corporate dignity, no restraint only the raw, unadulterated friction of skin against skin, framed by the cold glass of the high rise window overlooking the silent city below.

A few more gangbangs? She’d never been more humiliated in her life. “Mmh,” She moaned, when one of his fingers played with her vagina lips. The boy’s smirk deepened. “You like that?” “F—Fuck.” Her hips bucked hard into his hands. She wanted more. Her clit was throbbing too hard for her to even think straight. She needed him to touch her more, wanted to feel how deep his fingers could go into her. “Fucking hell,” The one with the camera chuckled. “I told you she was a fucking whore.”

I drove into her with everything I had, totally lost in the sensation of her tight, wet heat. "You're mine," I growled. "You understand? You don't look at anyone else. You don't touch anyone else. You belong to me." "I'm yours!" she wailed, her body trembling. "I'm your little slut, cousin! Just make me cum!" The taboo words were the final trigger. I felt the explosion building, a massive wave of pressure at the base of my spine. I reached around and rubbed her clit furiously while I hammered into her from behind.