Taboo Dog Novels & Stories

It is something that happens to the animal, so they continue searching for it. Not until a loud shout is being heard by them. "Heeeelp?" Ava doesn't bother herself to scream, enabling her to release the biting of the dog in her shirt. "Ava," Gerald calls, as he sounds worried about her. The dog becomes more aggressive when Ava cries more for help. Her scream does not loosen up its bite. "Jambo, release her. Your kind right? She's your boss, remember?" Gerald commanded his pet calmly. Jambo is a bulldog who came from England, where Gerald and Nicole bought it during their eight months of marriage. It's their favorite pet among their nurtured dogs in their house.

Henry had his arm around Cecilia's waist, only letting go when he saw me. "Well, well, look who came running the second Henry called. The ultimate simp." "Did you guys hear? Henry proposed to her with a can tab! Can you believe it?" Laughter filled the room. My humiliation, their entertainment. I didn't even glance at them. Just walked straight to Henry. His face was flushed from alcohol, his usual pale complexion tinged pink. "Lulu," he said, pointing at a glass on the table. "You love me the most, don't you?"

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.

Wh-what kind of monster was Nicole? "My dog's picky. He only eats legs, and they've got to be fresh." Cola dropped into an attack stance, chest muscles bunching tight, lips peeled back as killing intent radiated off him. He barked, as if saying, "That's right. I like legs only, the kind that's fresh and bleeding. Got a problem? Come try me!" The group froze. This vicious dog was raised on human flesh?

My back arched sharply off the mattress, thighs shaking uncontrollably, toes pointing hard. My juices squirted a little around the toy, soaking the sheets even more. Moans and whimpers spilled freely from my lips… raw, animalistic sounds I couldn’t hold back… until I was a trembling, gasping, soaked mess… completely undone, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from the intensity while he watched every second of it through the red-lit mask.

she begged, the risk of neighbors hearing or Pedro calling only adding to the addictive thrill, making everything dirtier and more forbidden. Finally, Atlas couldn’t hold back: with an animal roar, he came deep in her ass, hot, thick jets of cum filling her anus, leaking out the sides and dripping down her reddened ass, mixing with the juices from her pussy. Anya came one last time, her body trembling in spasms, the vibrator still buzzing until he turned it off and slowly removed it, leaving her empty but satisfied.

There was this park, about 10 minutes' walk from our house where I usually take our dog for a walk in the evening and sometimes early in the morning. This morning, I was all dressed up and had Rocky, our dog on a collar and leash, ready to take him to the park when my mum suddenly told me not to go there ever again. “Why?” I asked, confused. “Because dirty old men hang around the toilets in the park, trying to get young boys to do disgusting things with them.” “Mum…” I gave her a look that screamed there was no way she could be serious about that. “You can’t possibly believe that. Who told you?”

I’m going to die. “What am I?” More dangerous this time. More obsessive. “My Taboo step-daddy!” I cry out as cum rips from my cock, painting the sheets, my belly, and his scarred face. “Eat my fucking ass!” And he does. Hard, animalistic. Like cock tearing through a hole. Tristan’s mouth feeds on my ass, tongue lashing my swollen buds, and his teeth—sweet infant satan—those teeth should be banned. “So tight. So—-

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.

Rouge Pups Found Forty-Two: Third Persons POV Tabitha quiets in the corner as Savvy stands up and walks towards her. “I’m beyond happy if they truly are Fated Mates, however…...” Savvy says pushing past Ronin and Dell to come face to face with Tabby. “If my son mates and marks her. Bonding them with his Lycan venom.” She says as she lifts Tabby’s chin with her hand, looking her right in the eye. “Even if Corbin consents, begs for him to mark her. It will be the death of both of them. Do you understand young lady? Do you?” She asks with a pointed look waiting for Tabby’s response. As Tabby gulps Savvy drops her hand. “If you know where they are, please tell us.”