Real Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

He whispered quietly in my ear, "Cum on Daddy’s cock while you’re talking to your mother." That dirty whisper pushed me over the edge. I came hard — really hard. My pussy clenched and spasmed around his thick cock, juices gushing down my thighs. My whole body trembled violently. I bit down hard on my arm to stay quiet, but a small broken moan still slipped out. "Jojo? What was that sound?" Mum asked. "I-I just... stubbed my toe," I lied, panting. "I’m okay... love you Mum... gotta go—"

Antônio groaned loudly, his penetration deep, muscles tensing, feeling every contraction of hers, every sigh, every cry. They continued, exploring every point, every curve, every reaction. The sex became intense, dirty, without limits, mixing pleasure, desire, and the danger of the forbidden. Antônio kissed, bit, provoked, and Dirly surrendered completely, losing herself in the ecstasy, the risk, the taboo that consumed them. When they finally fell exhausted, bodies glued together, breathing heavily, the heat still pulsing, the tension remained. The taboo was still there—the age difference, his role as tutor, the risk of being discovered—everything increased the intensity of their desire and

“I’m going to come so hard inside this pussy, baby girl. Daddy is going to fill you with his seed.” She shook her head and I could feel her protest, but it was too late for the both of us. That dildo stretching her ass, my cock ramming deep in her soaked hot cunt, I was doing her bare, fucking her raw; nothing between us. Skin to skin, I was about to come inside my daughter’s pussy, and nothing could stop me. She was screaming and coming and I was right behind her. The pressure of her sweet hot sex, the first fuck of a virginal hot pussy, and the taboo... the raw dirtiness of what I was doing to her. Hard and fast I jack hammered my dick into her rippling cunt her inner muscles gripping me o

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

The mirrors on the side wall reflected everything, my muscular body driving into her, her legs wrapped around my waist, her full breasts bouncing wildly with every brutal thrust. “Look at the photos,” I growled, gripping her throat lightly. “Look at your dad’s face while I fuck you on his desk.” Isabella moaned louder, staring at the framed picture of her father shaking hands with some celebrity. The taboo made her pussy clench even tighter around me. “Harder!” she begged. “Fuck me like you hate him!” I pounded her mercilessly, the wet slapping sounds obscene in the quiet office. I flipped her over, bending her across the desk so she was facing the large window overlooking the gym floor. Any

Samantha In all my years of owning a publishing company, I've read countless books about taboo themes. From reverse harem, erotica, age gap, incest, mafia romance, dark romance, and all the hardcore topics. I realised that, in New York, people shunned books like these, and they made sure to shut them down before they got to the public eye. I built my company to give people a chance to see through their creative imagination, no matter how dark it is. There are people who actually like reading books like these. They are invested in them too; hence, they need their fix.

Tyler, quieter but built solid with those broad shoulders that tensed up when he got excited, and Alex, the storyteller who could turn any boring moment into something wild with his tales. We kicked off the night with a standard round of Never Have I Ever, sipping shots whenever someone hit a truth we had lived, but after a few cycles and the alcohol hitting harder, Sarah suggested flipping it to what she called the Extreme Edition, where instead of drinking for the things you had done, you stripped off a piece of clothing, and that idea got everyone nodding and grinning because the vibe was already charged with that tipsy flirtation. Clothes started coming off pretty fast after that, shirts

I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.

Hal’s breath was hot on her back. “Fuck, she’s tight,” Hal grunted, his thrusts short and deep. It was the friction, the overwhelming fullness, the sheer taboo of it that shattered her. Her orgasm erupted without warning, a silent, seizing wave that clenched around both cocks inside her, milking them, pulling a ragged scream from her lungs.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3