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Taking off my uniform, I rushed to mum's room, trying out all her sexy nightwears, before settling for one with a plunge neckline. I also took a suction base dildo she'd hidden away since she got married. It wasn't as big as Frank's dick, but it would do. I leaned backwards, resting my back against the sofa as I turned on Frank's laptop. He had no idea that I knew his password. I was going to have so much fun with myself. I played the first p**n video I saw. It was a scene of a woman giving a passionate blowjob. 'Fuck, that was hot', I thought as the woman fit his entire dick in her mouth without gagging.

“Right now, I want your cock in my mouth.” Eager to see what I’m working with, I make quick work of divesting him of the velvet shorts and he sighs in relief. “Those aren’t comfortable,” he says on a chuckle. “Not even remotely breathable.” I scrape my nails up his inner thighs as I turn my attention to the present between his legs. It’s thick and long, eagerly awaiting my lips. Without hesitation, I lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, swirling my tongue around the head and tasting the saltiness of the pre-cum already appearing.

That fiery aggression in such a small frame—it was a huge turn-on. Now, alone in his office, he groaned, cupping himself. He wanted her again. He wanted that warmth, that tightness. “Fuck…” he muttered, closing his eyes. He unzipped his pants and began stroking himself, lost in the avalanche of memories from last night. His hand moved faster, rougher, chasing release with Kate’s face—her body—burned into his mind.

"Wait... Do you want to cajole my father? —He started laughing at me —Stop being stupid, my father hates ugly and tasteless girls and you are. I couldn't believe that Lucas called me that way, he humiliated me and that hurt me because he said it so loudly that Erika was also making fun of me. —So I'm ugly and tasteless? —I swear this won't stay like this Lucas. And since you wanted to know the name of the person who took my virginity, I'll tell you. Victor Santoro —Lucas' face completely uncracks and he laughs at me again —He even came to my room last night to pick me up to give me a job, actually it's an excuse I'll use because he's a stud that I want him to fuck me every day.

She was dripping wet, her lips swollen and shiny with her juices. “Fuck, look at you,” he said. His fingers ran along her slit, spreading the wetness. “You’ve been like this the whole class, haven’t you?” “Yes,” she breathed. “I was so horny… I couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth on me.” He pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Sara gasped at the sudden stretch. Her pussy was so wet that his fingers slid in easily, making a loud, wet sound. He pumped them fast, curling them to hit her g-spot. Pleasure shot through her body. Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter.

The voice is deep, and although refined, sounds dangerous. Then I hear another voice------ voices I mean. “She’s trembling.” “She’s ready.” “Slut already knows what she came for.” Slut. That words that's an insult to some makes my breath hitch, and my thighs clench together. I have never been normal, and although I'm ashamed of my needs and urges, that's exactly why I'm here; to do sick, degrading things that normal people will throw up at. Pain makes me quiver, humiliation makes me leak pussy juices down my legs and degrading words bring me pure, dirty pleasure.

** 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

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.

Jack "Pearl!" One of the other women admonishes the old lady, but she just laughs in response. My mouth drops in shock as my eyes swivel between Everett and the old lady trying to figure out what the hell she's talking about. "What does that mean?" Everett asks and a round of giggles goes around the room. "Smut is... A descriptive romance. With spicy scenes." One of the women says. "Literary p**n." Another one adds. "Cliterature, if you will." Someone else supplies with a chuckle. The word triggers something I've always wondered about.

FOR MY DEAR READERS... This work includes themes of sexual abuse, violence, dubious consent, somno _____, and other sexual practices that may be considered profane, vulgar, or offensive to some readers. Reader discretion is advised, only for mature audiences. The author does not practices, neither agrees with the content of this book, it's purely for fictional and entertainment purposes. There's a list of TW (Trigger Warning) given below, please read them carefully and then choose if you want to read this book. Your mental health matters. ♡