Taboo Dirty Stories Novels & Stories

“Tell me how you feel, baby. Tell me the truth.” I broke completely, words tumbling out between whimpers and sobs. “I’m addicted to you. I don’t care about the taboo anymore. You’re my stepdad and I love it. I love sneaking around, I love your cum inside me, I love being your dirty secret. Fuck Mom’s feelings—I need you more than she does. Please, I’m yours. Completely yours. Just let me cum…”

Their dirty, degrading talks never stopped, punctuated with each thrust. “Cheapest whore in town.” Blond spat. “Thong daddy taking triple loads like a fucking champ.” Latino laughed. “Feel those big cocks owning you?” Blond taunted again, grabbing my chin to force eye contact. “Enjoy it cos yours can never measure up. No one can ever fuck you as we do.” “We’re gonna piss in your gut after we breed you,” Ginger growled in my ear as he drove in behind me with brutal precision, his cock wedged with Blond’s, fighting for space in my hole. “Mark you as our personal slut and cum dump.”

I bite my lip, typing fast. “Just a T-shirt, riding up. Black lace panties, super tight. You will definitely like it and it will drive you crazy.” His reply pops up quickly, making my stomach flip. “Fuck, I can picture you on that bed. Should I tell you something nasty?” “Go for it,” I type, my heart picking up. “If I were with you, I would grab your boobs, slow at first, feeling you up. Then I will slide my hand down, beneath your panties, rubbing your clits and fingering your pussy till you’re shaking.”

Then I opened Tony’s chat. Me: I ate. Eggs. It was… food. His reply came after a minute. Tony: Victory. How’s your head? Me: Still pounding but better than this morning.” Tony: That’s progress. Did you delete anything yet? Me: Moved a bunch to albums. Couldn’t hit delete not today. Tony: That’s fine. Albums are like quarantine, you can burn them later when you’re ready. Me: You’re good at this. Tony: Trauma’s a universal language. I just speak it fluently. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Me: Can I ask something stupid?

I moaned, trembling, my body slick, my pussy still throbbing around him. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, whispering filthy commands as he gripped us both in his hands. “This is the unholiest thing you’ll ever feel… and you’re going to crave every second of it.” My body quaked at the thought. This wasn’t just sex… this was taboo, raw, and filthy, and I wanted every second. Every rough thrust, every cruel touch, every filthy word from him.

“Ah oh god, Axel–mmmffuck” "Fuck me please, I need you inside me," I whispered, surprised by my own boldness. A slow smile spread across his face. "So desperate baby, keep talking dirty to me like that and I would not be able to control how much I'm going to ruin this pussy tonight." “I want you to ruin me Axel, Please” “Mhh what else baby, tell me more” “I want you pound me until I’m only screaming your name.” “Fuck, baby, where did you learn to talk dirty like that?”

"You mean the ones where you...you know, go number 2?" "Those are the ones!" Victoria watched Isabella squirm. Isabella presented an expression of shock and disgust. "So, seriously? That's what makes the most money?" "You got it!" Victoria confirmed playfully. "That's just...wow," Isabella stammered. Victoria's grin widened. "Yep. Those videos. Scat videos. People will pay top dollar for the really disgusting ones. The ones where I take a shit, and ask my slave to EAT it!"

“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE LODGE.” I didn’t open them. Not until I was home. Showered. Alone. Back in the armor of city lights and sharp suits. Then I did what I always do. I poured a glass of red. Opened my laptop. And braced for the mess. But I wasn’t prepared for this. Title: “Locked In: A True Story of Lust in the Storm” By: Jax Hart I blinked. Then clicked. The bastard had published a preview. A whole fucking chapter. On his newsletter. To over two million subscribers.

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

And for almost as many years I had carried the same secret fantasy: being bent over one of these tables, skirt pushed up, mouth used until I couldn’t speak, while the rare books watched in silence. I never told anyone. I barely admitted it to myself in daylight. But after midnight, when the building belonged only to me, the fantasy sat closer to the surface. I shifted in my chair, thighs pressing together under the modest black skirt I always wore for work. The movement made the silk of my underwear brush against skin that was already too warm. I ignored it and turned another page. The soft click of the outer door lock made my head lift. Footsteps. Measured. Familiar.