Taboo Dirty Stories Novels & Stories

“Fuck, Ava.” She took him into her mouth, sucking the head while her tongue swirled around it. Her free hand slid between her own legs, fingers circling her still-sensitive clit. She moaned around his cock, the vibration making him curse. “Goddamn, look at you,” Noah said, voice low and filthy. “Sucking my dick like a greedy little slut while you play with your soaked pussy. You love this, don’t you? Love having my cock in your mouth.”

He’d caught me using it once, and he stayed angry about it for almost a week. I promised I wouldn’t use it again. I even threw away the one I had, like that would somehow seal the promise shut. But then his trips became more frequent… and that promise started to feel less like something real and more like something I said just to calm him down. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and dropped onto the bed. I yanked my soaked panties down my thighs, and spread my legs wide. I unlocked my phone and opened the hidden folder where I kept a bunch of sex videos. I played one where a man was fucking a blonde-haired woman doggy style.

The corporate environment only made the forbidden nature of what we were doing infinitely more intoxicating. During the day, we played our parts perfectly. I handed him briefs, scheduled his investor meetings, and greeted his clients. But beneath the professional facade, the air was constantly burning. It was in the lingering, secret glances he threw at me from across the boardroom table while his executives argued over profit margins. It was in the way his eyes would slowly trace the fit of my button-down shirts when he thought I wasn't looking. It was in the deliberate, accidental brushing of our fingers every single time I handed him a folder.

Sometimes the dirtiest things were the most honest. There was something liberating about being filthy with a stranger, saying the words most people kept locked inside, words that hummed with a forbidden thrill. Tarja had never been good at hiding desire. Finnish directness, perhaps, or simply a structural integrity that demanded honesty. When James had first suggested video chat, she'd simply said 'Yes, but I want to see everything.' And she had. The screen had been a thin veil, easily pierced.

Marc leaned in, burying his face into the side of Julian's neck, biting down firmly as he let out a low, gut-wrenching growl that echoed through the dark room. The three of them moved as a single, chaotic unit, the rhythm fast, heavy, and completely unsparing. Every stroke of touch, every shared kiss between the three of them tore down whatever remaining barriers Julian had held onto from his long, tedious workday. There was no control left, no corporate dignity, no restraint only the raw, unadulterated friction of skin against skin, framed by the cold glass of the high rise window overlooking the silent city below.

Note this a taboo/Forbidden Romance I have a confession to make. There has only ever been one man I wanted: Logan Lawman. Completely off-limits and twenty-five years my senior Logan. He is a walking demigod, with his broad shoulders and deep voice that makes my toes curl. Oh, and he’s also my Dad’s best buddy. To say that I’m screwed would be an understatement.

“This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else… including any normal life next door. You’re my dirty little secret now.” I slipped back home leaking and addicted, knowing I’d be back tomorrow. The next few days became a dangerous game. Tyler fucked me in his garage while Lauren was at yoga. He fingered me under the table during a neighborhood potluck. Once, he pulled me into his bathroom while Lauren was in the shower and made me ride him on the toilet, hand over my mouth the entire time. Each time he filled me. Each time he told me I was his. But the real risk came on Friday night.

Kane stood directly in front of her now, so close she could smell his clean, masculine scent. “Interesting,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You wrote an entire pornographic fantasy about your professor. And then submitted it as coursework.” “I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, mortified. “It was a private document. I must have copied the wrong file.” Kane tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. “Do you touch yourself while writing these stories, Lila? Do you imagine my cock stretching that tight little college pussy while you finger yourself at night?”

I fucked Hailey’s hole with my tongue, letting curiosity get the best of me and I began fingering her asshole with my thumb until her thighs were shaking. “I’m close!” Damon groaned. “Fuck me too!” My husband’s hot cum spilled into my abuse as my best friend’s pussy pulsed out juices as her body shook with her second orgasm. It was all so dirty, filthy but fucking wonderful. I don't think I could go back to casual sex after this. ~ ~ ~ Update: We agreed to continue fucking! My parents have Bella every weekend while my husband, my best friend, and I discover ways we could make each other cum at every corner of the house.

Soon more and more men came to relieve themselves on me. I felt dirty, used and filthy. I was loving every second. Several went at once. Every tiny inch of me was covered the outfit I was wearing reduced to piss covered rags that clung to me. My hair was soaked and I had swallowed quite a lot. I was now in a giant puddle of urine. The next man pissed accurately into my mouth and I gargled his yellow liquid before swallowing it down. This was amazing but now I needed to have a hard, dirty fuck. I got myself onto all fours slipping on the lake of urine. I crawled my way to one of the cubicles. I put my face in the toilet and my naked ass in the air.