Sexual Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

My pussy clenched around nothing, a fresh stream of wetness leaking out as my legs shook violently against the bed. "I'm going to ask you again," He whispered staring at his juice covered palm. "Did you go through my stuff?" “I… I looked through your stuff. I saw the toys and the pictures.” I whimpered my voice cracking. Sameal nodded slowly, a dark smile tugging at his lips. “Good girl for telling the truth. Now touch yourself. Show me how you were playing with that greedy little cunt.” My hand trembled as I reached down and slowly I started circling my clit with two fingers. I was slow at first but my pace began to increase.

This is something else entirely. He remembers the older staff telling stories—whispers in the breakroom, murmurs over coffee and cigarettes. Tales of guests who were out of control. Women, usually wealthy, bored, or lonely, who would proposition the staff without shame. He always thought those stories were exaggerated. Urban legends passed down between shifts to keep things interesting. But this—this is not a story. This is happening. Live. Raw. Unfiltered. And she’s not ashamed. Not even close. There’s no guilt on her face. No hesitation in her actions. Her eyes are sharp, focused only on him as if he’s the only man that exists in the universe right now.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

I literally felt so fulfilled. After a moment, Aunt was laying her back against the headboard; I was laying my back against her while her husband, still on the floor, on his feet, rubbing his cock, putting lube on it. I imagined he didn't like struggling. It was in this moment, when my aunt was kissing my back, holding me in place, almost as if I were about to run or something, that she was whispering in my ears that I should take her husband's cock in my wet teen pussy, did I believe that taboo sex was really happening in this world, not just staged in p**n.

His hands pressed my cheek on the surface of the desk. I gasped continuously “Ahh yes baby, just like that”. I'm one of the most sexiest girl in my school and off course all the nigga’s would do anything to get into my skirt. I'm Sarah, an 18 year old who is literally addicted sex. I'm not embarrassed about that. Jeremiah was my boyfriend but not the only guy I fucked. At this moment…he was the only one available and he used his free time to fuck the hell outta me.

The words poured out messy and fast. “Dear Dairy, I did something that changed how I feel now. Leo walked in while I was touching myself thinking about his cock from that bathroom day. I was drunk and crying about how much I hate this family. He promised not to tell, then kissed me. His fingers made me come so hard I saw stars. He took care of me when I threw up, saw me naked, washed me. This morning the little touches at breakfast and in the hallway made me feel insane. I suddenly feel so different about him. I hate how much I want more now. I keep fantasizing about his cock in my mouth, stretching my pussy, tying me up and taking control. Rough stuff. BDSM things I’ve only read about. It’s

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

He whispers, putting his hand on my thigh. I rush of excitement shoots through my body and I feel myself getting extremely wet. He slides his hand a little higher and I tense up. I hate how my body reacts to him. "You're getting wet aren't you baby?" He whispers, rubbing my thigh dangerously close to my soaking wet pussy. Shane hooks his finger in the hem of my shorts, toying with it, teasing me and I gasp. "Shane w-what are you doing?" I whisper, voice shaking a little.

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

Sam actually blushed, "I'll send you the links. It was tough to track the origins of the vids, other than that one filmmaker, but the Reddit stories were easy. A lot were fakes, but I ended up making contact with quite a few posters whose stories were real. I also started reading stories posted on erotica sites and looking up the authors. A couple said right out that they were in incestuous relationships. The stories they wrote had a different feel, I got so I could tell." Deb smiled. I wondered what was in her coffee, "Reading and seeing all that must have been—exhausting." Sam looked right at my sister, "I'd do my work on a wooden chair with a suction cup dildo and towel under the chair. M