Pure Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

I bite my lip, typing fast. “Just a T-shirt, riding up. Black lace panties, super tight. You will definitely like it and it will drive you crazy.” His reply pops up quickly, making my stomach flip. “Fuck, I can picture you on that bed. Should I tell you something nasty?” “Go for it,” I type, my heart picking up. “If I were with you, I would grab your boobs, slow at first, feeling you up. Then I will slide my hand down, beneath your panties, rubbing your clits and fingering your pussy till you’re shaking.”

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This story deals with themes of hardcore BDSM and humiliation. Skip this story if you can't handle the heat. (Big Butt Plug : A lesbian BDSM Story - Part 2) "This is where you start learning, baby." I murmur. I pressed the tip of the plug against her asshole, gently circling it. Tory whimpered, her breath fogging the glass. I could feel her body trembling beneath me. My free hand grazed her lower back, tracing down to the curve of her ass. She flinched when I pushed the plug in slowly, working it past the tight ring of muscle.

Marcus would grunt, slamming into me from behind as Leo made me suck him clean. “Repeat after me: I’m a nasty cum-slut who lives for cock.” I’d whimper it back, my body betraying me with slick heat even as they treated me like dirt. They pissed on me once, laughing as it soaked my skin, calling me their dirty toilet. Every time, I’d leave bruised, leaking their seed, hating how much I craved the next degradation. College was supposed to be my escape. I met Sammy, he was sweet and normal, who treated me like a girlfriend, not a toy. We had vanilla sex, gentle kisses but it felt empty.

Well, I would just tell him everything and have him leave me alone. “I'm addicted to s*x Ryan…” I said, my tone flat. “I know that.” he wouldn't let me finish and interrupted. Gosh. How do I add the fact that I loved different d!ck too? “And I like doing it with different men. I wouldn't stay faithful to you.” I finally added. He was quiet for some moments. Then sighed. “We can fix that too,” he said and my eyes fluttered at him. “I’ll give you every style you want me to Ella. Let's give it a try. You can't continue like this forever. Your addiction needs to be conquered. One day your mummy will find out about this life you're living and you wouldn't be proud of it.”

After testing t professor Henry's cock, I don't think any other cock will satisfy me. I felt it. My stomach tightened so hard it almost hurt , my toes curling and my back arching. .My whole body convulsed once, twice. And then the wave hit properly and my vision went white. My thighs clamped down and everything gushed out of me warm and uncontrollable while I cried out in sounds that wasn't recognized as a language. His gaze on me and his cock still buried deep inside me when the door I thought he locked flew open. “Professor Henry, I came to…”. Fuck it was Karen.

In many Eskimo communities, it is the height of hospitality for a man to offer his wife to a guest. Manuela Cole and her cousin, Marika, appear to be two average middle-class Americans. Yet the two of them indulge in behavior that many others would consider abnormal; indeed, the two of them commit what, in many societies, is among the oldest taboos known to man. But who is to say whether either or both are normal or perverse? A novel of major interest to any who hope to find and define their own standards of correct behavior. A page of our restless society as food for serious thought.