Taboo Dog Novels & Stories

Gifts like virtual jets and luxury cars poured in nonstop. As soon as she accepted the request, a rough, booming voice blasted through the stream. “You rotten witch! Who the hell are you calling an animal abuser? Cut the crap and stop slandering me!” Xena froze, clearly caught off guard, but quickly snapped back. “Everyone, check his profile—full of dog abuse videos! We must stand up for the dog!” A wave of new viewers flooded the stream, and the chat erupted with chaos. Dogman’s voice shot back.

After so many years, he couldn't get past it to rear another dog. Wearing that collar, Kater looked extremely lively and handsome, successfully attracting a bunch of female dogs. Kater was now the main signed male model and ambassador of Pourl, being featured in every new product poster as a model. In the world of dogs at Taadi, he was famous and even had a personal agent. Most importantly, he had several accounts on social media, including Twitter, Snapchat, TikTok, and F******k, with over ten million followers! Now, Kater had reached the peak of its life, enjoying luxury houses and branded items. But when a group of pretty, obedient female dogs gathered around him, he, who was surrounded b

I wake up every damn day and walk into a living room full of tattooed, half-naked, weed-smoking men who all rap about how many bitches they’ve fucked while I’m the one sneaking Pop-Tarts into the toaster behind them like some kind of background character. And Jax? Don’t even get me started. He’s twenty-six, he’s the leader of the whole crew, and he’s been telling them since day one, “Raye is off-limits. She’s family.” Like, relax. He acts like the second their eyes brush over my thighs I’m going to get pregnant or something. Which, okay, maybe I would, because honestly, have you seen them? There’s Tre, the one who always has a blunt hanging from his mouth and that grin that makes you wonder

Moans and cries rose into the night. Takumo pulled out and had them form a circle on the cushions. He took each woman in turn while the others touched and licked. He moved from one to another. Fierce thrusts for Takiari. Slow deep strokes for Mikashi. Gentle but firm movements for Aridoari. Their bodies became slick with oil and sweat. “Try new ways,” he said.

Behind closed doors, the rules don’t exist. Welcome to a world of dark cravings, intense control, and the intoxicating thrill of the forbidden. This sizzling compilation brings together a collection of raw, high-stakes erotic stories where boundaries are crossed, inhibitions are shredded, and surrender is the only option. In Book One: Escapades with Step daddy, nineteen-year-old Ella Monroe's wicked fantasies become a dangerous reality when she is caught spying on her stepfather, Sebastian. What follows is a frantic, high-risk game of lust played right under her mother's nose—filled with breathless encounters, sharp commands, and an addiction neither of them can control. From taboo

The man tugged at the leash, tightening it around her neck every time she dared protest. “She’s fucking crazy.” I whispered to myself, a wicked smile curling at my lips. Immediately, I pulled out my phone, setting the camera to record. My cock strained angrily against my grey joggers, the huge print clear as day. “Fuck.” I muttered, squeezing at the tip with one hand. A few more strokes and she broke. She screamed, shaking violently on the mattress as her legs trembled. “Fuck! Fuck! Yes...” I withdrew the phone to end the video, but the phone let out a loud ring. “Shit! Shit! Shit!”

On the carpet, hugging each other. ------- Tabby

I stumbled back two full steps, my hands dropping to my sides, my legs trembling beneath me. Olise stayed pressed against the wall, his lips swollen, his eyes dark and glazed with an intense, heavy arousal. He looked at me, bewildered, his hand rising to touch his wet lips. "No," I choked out, the word tasting like ash in my mouth. I ran a trembling hand through my hair, turning my back to him because the sight of his undone state was making the guilt claw violently at my throat. "No. I shouldn't have done that. That was an absolute mistake. I lost my temper, I lost my head—"

But there’s this secret side of me, another side of me, the one I keep locked away, where I let myself be wild. Tonight, that side’s winning. My phone buzzes, and I grin, grabbing it. The app’s hidden behind a fake calculator icon, my little secret. It’s him, the stranger I’ve been texting for months. On the app, he’s ShadowWolf, and I’m FireVixen. The name’s cheesy, but it fits the vibe—hot, dangerous, no strings. “What are you wearing, FireVixen?” ShadowWolf asks. I glance down at my outfit: an old T-shirt that’s too short, barely covering my black lacy panties. I bite my lip, typing fast.

Her breathing turns a little heavy as she rubs up against me faster, pushing down a little harder. Naudia is close. She is using me as her own human size sex toy and I can't even tell her to stop. I don't want to tell her to stop. What I really want is to slide that little strip of bikini out of my way, pull my shorts down and slam my hard dick into her tight little pussy. Make her moan my name as she cums on my dick. Naudia rubs against me again and I push my hips forward, holding her legs to keep her close as I help her rub against me.