Taboo Dog Novels & Stories

I ask when we stroll over the kennels. “No.” “You see?” I click my tongue, “this one’s a Siberian husky, his name’s Terry. This one, an Australian Dingo—her name’s Wild.” I pause, pointing to the last dog. “This one is a Rottweiler, her name’s Elizabeth.” “What?!” Spitfire swiftly jerks up her head to look at me. When she sees the smug look on my face, she curses underneath her breath, “dammit.” I have no idea why, but teasing her gives so much joy. And energy. “Her name’s Sky.”

She chuckles, shaking her head. The sight of her putting her makeup on and getting dressed does nothing to relieve the tension in my cock and as soon as she leaves I retrieve the shoebox from the closet shelf. Inside I find, not only some DVDs, but also mom's vibrator and a large dildo. Damn, I wonder if mom meant for me to see these. There are three DVDs in the box; Sorority Sex Kittens, 5 Rooms and Taboo. Just from the covers, the first two look hot. My cock is still hard from watching my mom, so I only see about 15 minutes of the first DVD before I shoot my load. I scan through the rest of that DVD as well as the second one, trying to figure out what mom likes. The first two have a lot of

We looked like two high-class bitches in heat. We hit a few clubs first, dancing and teasing, but we both knew our real destination — The Den, the underground luxury bar crawling with rogue werewolves. The second we walked in, the thick scent of feral male wolves hit us hard. Twelve pairs of glowing eyes locked onto us immediately. Two massive rogues approached first. “Damn… two beautiful bitches walking into the wolf’s den,” one rumbled, offering us drinks. I accepted for both of us. I invited the whole group. Soon our booth was surrounded by twelve dangerous, scarred rogue wolves. Rita sat pressed tightly against me, her breathing already faster.

"Rule number one: do not interrupt me when I am working. If my door is closed, you do not knock unless the house is on fire." Javed nodded. "Standard corporate behavior. Got it." "Rule number two: no bringing strangers into this house. David mentioned you like to frequent the local nightlife. Whatever you do on your own time is your business, but I do not want random men from the city wandering around my property." Javed’s jaw tightened. "I have a little more class than that, Martin, but noted." "And rule number three," Martin continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous, velvety low. His dark eyes drilled into Javed’s. "No flirting with me. No lingering glances, no accidental touches, and n

Tess yanked me back inside before I could react. The owner barely cared. He only repeated that we had to buy something or leave. I noticed the sign for the video booths and paid the token f*e. We stepped into the dark corridor and chose an empty booth. The floor was sticky. A plastic chair sat in front of a blank screen. We fed a token in and a movie started— a woman on her knees surrounded by men, taking one cock after another. Neither of us had ever watched anything like it. Tess’s eyes stayed locked on the screen. Her nipples pushed hard against the thin fabric of her sweater. She was breathing faster.

He reached out, his long, powerful fingers clamping firmly around my jaw to force my face upward, ensuring that I couldn't look away from the intense, suffocating dark of his eyes. "Rule number one: total and absolute obedience in my world," Cassian whispered, his grip unyielding against my skin. "In this house, your fame is nothing but garbage. You are not a superstar here. You are my dog. You do not sit down, you do not eat, and you do not move from your spot without my explicit permission. Furthermore, you will never leave the boundaries of this estate. If I point east and tell you to run, your only question should be how many steps to take. Can you handle that kind of control, Danny?"

Harder. She leaned forward, breasts in his face. “Suck.” He latched onto a nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing. She moaned, pace quickening. “Tell me what you are.” “I’m… yours.” “Louder.” “I’m yours! Your pet! Your slut!” She slammed down harder, taking him deep. “Come inside me,” she commanded. “Fill the woman who trained your grandfather. Continue the line.” The words—taboo, filthy—shattered him.

Someone managed to click a picture of them kissing. "Fuckkkk". He cussed under breath. He looked for more and found someone blackmailing Zee to expose those pictures in return of some confidential information. That stated, it wasn’t only about money. ---- Tabby

Dom explained. Suddenly, there was a scratch at the door and Cassandra opened it. Tobias walked in like he owned the place and sat by Grace. “Hi Tobias, how are you?” Grace said petting his head, Tobias panted in appreciation. “Is that what I think it is?” Cassandra said. “Yes, he is a Tibetan Mastiff, he is simply divine isn’t he?” Grace said. “Honey, he is not just any Tibetan Mastiff, he is a red one! They are extremely rare and expensive!” Dom explained.

The dog stared at her retreating back fixedly, its eyes unwavering, tail held up high as a low growl resounded from its chest. Twenty minutes later, Annabelle left the bathroom, wrapped in a fluffy white towel while her head was wrapped like a turban. Small beads of water clung precariously on her skin, sliding from her exposed shoulders down the curves of her skin as she moved. The dog’s head perked up, its triangular ears erect, looking alert as its eyes strayed over the towel that covered her body. “For a dog, you look quite lecherous,” Annabelle commented with an embarrassed chuckle, her eyes narrowing suspiciously at the husky who was staring at her, its pink tongue poking out.