Novel & Cerita Incest Fantasy Confession

“Confess everything to Him.” “I confess I’m a whore for my priest!” I cried out, voice echoing through the sacred space. “I confess I renounced my vows the moment you touched me. I confess I want nothing more than to be your pregnant breeding toy. Please, Daddy… fill me again. Knock me up on God’s altar!” His thrusts grew feral. The wet, obscene sound of his heavy balls slapping against my ass filled the chapel. He leaned down, biting my neck hard enough to mark me.

I pulled the covers up to my chin, as if that could somehow erase what he had just witnessed. He sat down on the edge of my bed, the mattress dipping with his weight. The scent of his cologne, something expensive and woodsy, filled the air, mixing with the musky smell of my own arousal. He was so close. Too close. “That was quite interesting p**n you were watching,” he said, his voice conversational, as if we were discussing the weather. “Incest. Very… specific.” “I… it was just… it popped up,” I lied, my voice barely a whisper.

She had no idea how much she turned me on, how much time I’d spent fantasizing about being with a gorgeous older woman like her. “You think that’s what it is? Incest?” “No.” she laughed, “I think it’s more of a fantasy. There’s a power dynamic, a familiarity, close proximity…” “Yeah. That is hot.” I said, shaking my head in agreement. “And the milf thing!” “Yes, Samson. And the milf thing.” “Seriously, that’s been my fantasy ever since I saw American Pie.” I said, recalling the elusive Stiffler’s mom. Mona giggled, covering her mouth and shaking her head.

And sometimes aliveness looks like being held down, used, ruined in the best way. What would you do if you weren’t afraid? So began our exchange. Anonymous confessions slipped behind the brick, thoughtful, and increasingly depraved, responses appearing within a day. I confessed to fantasies I’d never spoken aloud: being choked until my vision blurred, being spanked until I cried, being fucked on my knees in a public place where anyone could walk in. I confessed to coming so hard thinking about a stranger’s belt around my wrists that I left teeth marks on my own arm to keep quiet.

I was greedy and I wanted it all. ‘Come on, Poppy, you pathetic fuckslut, picture it, four cocks in your mouth, pussy, ass, your hands, and you covered in cum, screaming like the whore you are, you need this destruction, say yes and let them use you like a ragdoll, you cum-craving bitch.’ Yeah, since my second phase of affairs, it was like my good thoughts disappeared all together with my conscience and brain. As if my fingers have a mind of their own. I find myself typing in three letters — "Yes." i pressed the send button with a sloosh hit, and the chat goes wild again, pings exploding like fireworks.

'Tell me your sins, child,' he said, voice steady but laced with desire. Isabella hesitated, then confessed. 'Last night... you came to me. We... we fucked. Your tongue in my pussy, your cock filling me. I came so many times.' She heard his sharp intake of breath. Emboldened, she continued. 'And today, I sinned again. With Javier, the boy next door. He ate my pussy until I came on his face, then I sucked his dick, deep and hard. He fucked me on his couch, in my pussy, then from behind, his thumb in my ass. He came on my skin.'

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

My heart jumped to my mouth, beating right there as I looked at the picture of me walking into a room with Dina and Kayden. My face was the brightest. Kayden. This must be his doing. "Who.. who..." "Miko showed this to me. He was there! He saw you walk into a sex dungeon with a lesbian and a dom teacher! What the fuck, Lillian?" He tossed his phone on the wall. I flinched, holding my breath. "I..." "You're what? You're sorry?" "I didn't mean to. I swear... It was supposed to only happen once and then it happened again and...and - I'm really sorry. I was going to tell you, Jude." The tears poured down from my eyes.

She simply looked at Number Eight. Confessions spilled like the wine, One admitted she wanted to be whipped until her skin sang. Another confessed she dreamed of licking another woman’s cunt, though she never dared speak it aloud until now. One, shaking, admitted she wanted her man to choke her until tears ran—but then kissed him so hard after, she left blood on his lip.

"Yeah. I got so turned on doing something taboo. I don't know what came over me! I was contemplating sending him that picture for so long. In the end, I figured you'd love being denied the conversation and then see how naughty I'd been. Fuck, he's so crass! He more or less told me he wanted to fuck my face, right to me!" Cass increased the speed significantly as she talked, twisting her hands slightly as she worked my dick. She even slid a hand down into her pants, starting the rub off herself. Cass was now masturbating both me and her at the same time, to the thought of this mutual, vile fantasy that we now both shared. "Lean back," I urged, desperate to fuck her. "Can't. We're out of condo