Taboo Erotica Stories Novels & Stories

You know, the one that recently came true, in spectacular style. So, here goes: I have always wanted to fuck a bride on her way to her wedding. Despite knowing that the majority of brides these days aren’t exactly pure and innocent, I’ve always really fancied screwing one of them senseless in the back of my limo before dropping her off at her destination, where she’ll commit herself to someone else for the rest of her life. There’s no need to start psychoanalyzing it—I know it’s because it’s taboo, forbidden, corrupt. And therein lies the attraction. And, as I said, for a long time it was just a harmless fantasy that nobody knew about.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. It explores themes of religious taboo, power dynamics, and forbidden romance. It is not intended to reflect real-world religious practices or figures. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are consenting adults. ✴️✴️ The wooden pew was digging into Sienna's back. Saint Jude's smelled like wax and cold stone and something old she couldn't name. She hated this place. She hated the silence that wasn't actually silence, just fifty people breathing and pretending to be holy.

The age difference was a huge gap, the fact that I was her teacher was a huge problem. But we were addicted to each other's bodies. I don't know how long she slept before waking up, but when she woke up, she sat up and looked at me "Daddy," she said. "Yes baby?" I replied, feeling her body next to mine. "I know what we are doing is a kind of taboo, but I don't want us to stop," she said as her hand slowly rubbed the head of my cock. "Neither do I Ariana, I love you so much, and my body loves yours too much to stop." I said and she smiled as she removed her panties. She straddled my cock and she rode me slowly while kissing me on the lips.

She moaned at the stretch, her head falling back against Marcus’s shoulder. “Fuck, she feels perfect,” Ethan groaned, starting to thrust deep and steady. Marcus kissed her neck, one hand playing with her breasts while the other rubbed her clit in time with his son’s thrusts. “That’s it, baby girl. Take your brother’s cock while Daddy holds you.” The taboo words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her. Lila came again quickly, clenching hard around Ethan. He followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling her with a low groan.

He still found a way to get his hand over my mouth and he slams into me. Something about this feels so taboo, so forbidden and it makes me even wetter. “You’re going to shut up and take my cock,” he grits into my ear. “You don’t want Daddy hearing how his baby girl gets ruined by his boss in the guest bathroom.” The filth of it makes me gush around him. He’s so big it hurts, but I take it. I want all of it, every fucking inch of his cock and every filthy word he has for me, I'm going to take it all.

The flight back was a descent into a special kind of hell, a pressurized tube of recycled air and unspoken dread. The silence was not the comfortable, shared quiet of two people who knew each other well. It was the heavy, suffocating silence of a battlefield after the fighting has stopped, a silence filled with the ghosts of what had transpired. Emma sat in her business class seat, staring out the window at the endless expanse of clouds, but she wasn’t seeing the sky. She was seeing Mr. Dubois’s face, feeling his hands on her, tasting his cock in her mouth. She was feeling Mr. Carter’s brutal thrusts from behind, hearing his possessive growls, the sound of his voice as he commanded her to co

His eyes roamed over my body, taking in every curve and line. He leaned down, his breath hot on my inner thigh. I gasped softly, anticipating his touch. His fingers traced the lace of my thong, sending shivers down my spine. He hooked a finger under the fabric and slowly pulled it aside, exposing my most intimate place. My pussy. His tongue flicked out, tasting me, and I gasped, my back arching off the desk. He sucked and licked, his movements slow and deliberate, driving me wild with desire. I cried out louder, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure washed over me.

“I want you to stretch me open and fill me with your cum while Mom’s right there.” The dirty words made him grind harder. He shoved two fingers back into my cunt while his cock rubbed my clit relentlessly. The dual sensation — his thick fingers stretching me and his fat cockhead grinding my clit — sent me spiraling into a third orgasm. This one was shattering. My pussy clamped down on his fingers, squirting again as my whole body convulsed. I had to bite his shoulder to stay quiet. Waves of dark, taboo pleasure crashed through me, leaving my cunt swollen, dripping, and aching for his cock.

"You're sweating. And you're... stammering." "I... I just finished a workout," I lied, my voice cracking as Olandria’s lips found the head of my dick. "Hard... hard session. High intensity." "Right," Eva said, trailing off. She looked down at the floor, beating around the bush. "Julian, can I talk to you about something? About the wedding?" Slurp. The sound was tiny, but to my ears, it was as loud as a thunderclap. Olandria had taken me into her mouth. The wet, suctioning heat was so intense I had to grip the edge of the counter until my knuckles turned white.

Climbing onto the bed, I kicked the duvet aside and spread my legs wide, then grabbed my earphones and hit play on my favorite audiobook. “Hello… Daddy.” I activated the audio play. The low, velvet voice filled my ears instantly. “Mmm, Laila… you came back, baby. My naughty little slut. Close your eyes for me and spread those pretty legs wide and let your fingers slide down between your thighs. I want you to feel how wet you already are just from hearing my voice.” I obeyed without hesitation, kicking the sheets aside and parting my legs shamelessly on the bed. My fingers tremble slightly with excitement as they trail down my stomach and settle between my cherry folds.