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Her words sent a shiver straight down my spine as I shifted feeling the dampness growing in my panties. The game kept growing dirtier now. Someone mentioned the time Alex and I had sex in the dorm while everyone else was at football game. Ryan admitted he had jerked off listening through the wall. My cheeks burned so hot but my pussy throbbed at the memory. Alex’s hand slid higher on my thigh, his fingers tracing the edge of my panties and I parted my legs a little, inviting him. He stroked me slowly over the fabric pressing the damp cloth against my swollen clit, I bit my lip to hold back my moan as pleasure cooked tightly in my belly.

NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

They came at the same time—Liam roaring as he pumped rope after rope into Nina’s ass, Rita grinding the strap-on deep while the base stimulator made her squirt all over Nina’s back. Nina shattered between them—pissing herself in a hot, humiliating flood that soaked the mattress and her own thighs, body convulsing so hard the chains rattled. They didn’t stop. They swapped. Rita pulled out, silicone cock dripping, and took Nina’s ass while Liam claimed her cunt—knotting her for real this time, his thick base stretching her pussy obscenely wide as he ground deep and unloaded again. The camera zoomed in on her ruined holes when they finally pulled free: pussy gaping, ass prolapsing slightly, cum

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.

CONTENT: Revenge sex, wet pussy, sex toys, multiple orgasm, gangbang, multiple dick. CHAPTER 1 Jillian felt a wave of nervousness as she approached the door of the nightclub. It was finally time to fulfill her biggest fantasy, and one that would make her now ex-boyfriend explode with jealousy.

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

She had to grip the couch harder to stay upright. "Oh fuck. You guys are killing me," Vivian moaned against Brie's lips. Her voice came out shaky and broken. "Yes, let Mommy play with you while your stepbrother fucks you. Such a naughty little girl taking his cock like a slut." The dirty talk turned Vivian on. Fresh wetness flooded around Bruno's shaft. Her pussy clenched tight. Bruno groaned loud at the sudden squeeze. He slammed into her even harder. His heavy balls slapped against her with each thrust.

Raymond hissed, his hands fisting in my hair to steady my head while he positioned himself. He drove in with a single, powerful lunge. I let out a muffled scream against Richard’s cock, my body jerking forward from the force of the impact. Raymond filled me completely, his massive size stretching my pussy to the absolute limit. It was a sensory overload—Richard’s thickness filling my mouth and throat, while Raymond’s aggressive weight hammered into me from behind, his hips meeting mine with a jarring, rhythmic force.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

I joke. “We’ve been roommates for almost five years, asshole. I can’t help but know what you look like,” he deadpans. “Come on. Do it.” “No fucking way,” I say. “Scared you can’t hack it?” Axl asks. “No. I just don’t want to do it.” “Do you have any idea how much I can make in a night?” “Can’t be that much,” I quip. He says the amount, and my jaw drops. “Seriously?”