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“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

The feeling of freedom, of being bare and open, sent a fresh jolt of electricity through my veins. I spread my legs wide, my knees falling open to expose myself completely to the empty room. The air felt cold against my heated, slick flesh. I bit my lip hard, the pain grounding me as my fingers trailed down my stomach before reaching my wet folds. My fingers slipped effortlessly through the mess I had already made, coating my skin in my own arousal. The last time I had been this drenched was when I was with Mr. Voss. Just the thought of him standing there, imposing and dominant, made my pussy clench around nothing, spurting more wetness onto my fingers.

One of his knees pushed between my thighs, spreading me open. His free hand slips under the hem of my dress and finds the soaked lace of my panties. He groaned, his fingers slid over the wet fabric. “Soaked already,” he muttered.“All for me?” “Yes father,” I admit, the word barely a whisper. “God, yes. It’s been months since Nicholas touched me and I feel like I’m going crazy, I'm losing my mind…ohhh...” Two thick fingers hook the lace aside and stroke through my folds, gathering the slickness there.

I moaned around the gag, drool already starting to leak from the corners of my mouth. He attached the heavy nipple clamps. I screamed around the gag as the metal bit hard into my sensitive nipples. The added weights made them pull deliciously. Look at those fat nipples, he groaned. So red and swollen. You love the pain, do not you, you filthy little slut? Mmmph, I moaned desperately around the gag. He turned on the large vibrating butt plug and slowly pushed it into my tight ass. I cried out around the gag as it stretched me open and began buzzing deep inside me. The fullness was overwhelming.

I ordered under my breath. “I’m your slut,” she gasped. “I’m a fucking married slut who can’t stop needing this cock—” I reached under her, grabbed both of her heavy tits, and used them as leverage to pull her back onto me harder. She came with a muffled sob, cunt clamping down in tight pulses. I kept going, chasing my own release, until I buried myself deep and filled her while she trembled and whispered filthy promises into the cushion. We stayed locked together for a minute, both breathing hard. Down the hall a floorboard creaked. We froze. Nothing followed. Rhea laughed softly, wrecked and delighted, and pushed back against me so I stayed inside her a little longer.

We had begged for this dirty secret, and now we were living it. Some days he would call us to his office between lectures. I’d drop to my knees while Brian bent over the desk, Garvin fucking the rugby captain’s tight ass hard and fast as I sucked Garvin’s balls from below. Other times he’d make me ride Brian’s cock on the floor while Garvin fucked my ass at the same time, turning me into a dripping, moaning mess between them. We learned every filthy style, me sucking both cocks until they painted my face, Brian getting fucked while he ate my pussy, Garvin using my throat while Brian pounded me from behind. The risk of getting caught only made us hornier.

THE NEXT STORY Kira It’s New Year’s Eve, and in just a couple hours, this miserable, sexless year will finally die. Twelve months. No sex. No close calls. Not even a halfway decent kiss. Just me, my vibrator, and the hollow kind of ache that doesn’t go away no matter how many times you take the edge off alone. It’s not like I’ve been holding out for candlelight and grand gestures. I just want someone to take control, to ruin me in a way that doesn’t ask permission or apologize afterward.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Saliva bubbled at the corners of my lips, dripping onto Thorne's legs Lucien and Draven stroked their dicks faster as they watched us. Lucien's red hair fell to the side, as he stroked the tip of his cock hard. "Look at our brothers using up her holes", he groaned. Draven grunted in agreement, his hand stroking his cock even faster. Their dicks were driving me crazy. Thorne thrusted his hips beneath me met my own movements in rhythm as his dick pounded my cervix. Cedric's dick fucked my throat hard.

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