Pure Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

**Story 5: The Last Train** **Chapter 5** The hours blurred into a nonstop marathon of flesh, cum, and raw depravity. Maya had completely lost count of how many men had used her. Ten? Twelve? More had wandered in from other cars as the night dragged on. The subway car was now thick with the smell of sweat, pussy, and semen. The floor was sticky with it. Her body was a canvas of filth — covered in drying loads, handprints, bite marks, and fresh cum still leaking from her swollen pussy and gaping asshole.

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Rita sat pressed tightly against me, her breathing already faster. I started steering the conversation. “So boys,” I said, leaning forward so my tits nearly spilled out, “have you ever destroyed a proper Luna before?” The energy at the table changed instantly. Growls rose. They wanted more. I started telling them my sluttiest stories — how I loved being gangfucked, choked, knotted, and pumped full. Rita’s face flushed deep red, but she didn’t stop me. One rogue with silver eyes stared at her. “What about you, Luna? You smell like you haven’t been properly bred in a long time.”

Scott grabbed my breast and bit down on my nipples. “Ohh… fucking God.....just like that.” A moan escaped from my lips as he gritted my nipple within his teeth. This was fucking worth it. Every touch seemed to blur together until I could no longer tell where one feeling ended and the next began. “Time to show you who you truly belong to,” Damien said. He tapped his cock at the entrance of my vagina, I shivered as he worked his cock up and down my wetness. “Dammit…” I moaned as I felt his hard meat beat my dripping pussy.

~Lena’s POV~ “Listen,” Jasmine said, leaning forward on my couch with that wicked sparkle in her eyes, wine sloshing dangerously close to the rim of her glass. “I’m telling you, there is nothing…absolutely nothing,like sliding two fingers over your clit after a long day and just letting go. Last weekend I had the apartment to myself and I swear I spent forty minutes edging and teasing my pussy until it was so swollen and wet I could hear every little stroke. When I finally rubbed hard and fast I came so hard my legs shook for ages. I still get wet thinking about it.”

Janice was tired of this. Every afternoon she curled up on the couch with her tablet, devouring filthy stories about women who got fucked the way they truly needed — rough, hungry, shameless. Her hand would slip into her panties, fingers frantically rubbing her swollen clit until she came in quick, disappointing waves. It was never enough. Months ago, her husband had made sure of that. He’d discovered her small stash of toys and exploded. “What kind of wife needs that shit?” he’d yelled. “Are you saying I don’t satisfy you?”

I buried my face against his shoulder as pleasure crested sharp and overwhelming. He followed with a low, steady groan, holding me firmly through it. Afterward, we didn’t rush apart. He stayed. Tracing idle patterns along my back. “You’re thinking,” he said. “I am.” “Regretting?” “No.” I turned my head to look at him. “That’s the inconvenient part.” He smiled slightly. “I told you. Not casual.” Here’s the truth: It wasn’t taboo in the scandalous sense. It was taboo because it was intentional.

I could feel pleasure from both holes, with two of his fingers in my ass and one in my pussy. He rubbed my clit with the tip of his dick and spread my lips. " No, stop, Jeremy! Our parents are going to find out,” I cried, trying to close my legs, but he pinned me down and placed one of my legs on the cabinet. I couldn’t deny it, I loved what was happening. " Who’s going to tell them? You’re going to act like a good girl and keep your mouth shut,” he said, plunging his cock into me. “Fuck…” A moan escaped from my mouth as I grabbed the edge of the cabinet tightly.

is that precum I see on the tip? “Jesus fucking Christ,” Tyler muttered. She heard rustling on his end, like he was sitting up. She kept going, pulse racing. **Joan:** looks really hard. you must’ve been really worked up Tyler’s voice dropped. “You’re not supposed to be looking at it this long. Delete it.” “I don't feel like deleting it.” Dead silence. Then he let out a shaky breath. “You’re sick.”