Taboo Stories Sex Novels & Stories

They had dived into their favorite topic of discussion, their boyfriends. “Gideon is sooo good! He literally makes me come every time, every fucking time” Lauren said, fanning herself. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Here we go again. “Me too!!!!” Helen giggled, eyes wide with excitement. “Brian does this thing with his tongue, and, oh my God, my eyes roll! I literally have to beg him to stop” They yapped none stop for hours. Who was better in bed. Who had a bigger dick. Who was freakier, Who ate pussy better. It was getting damn annoying because , my lovely boyfriend, was shit.

I jumped, spinning around. He was standing there in the dim lamplight, arms crossed, looking equal parts shocked and annoyed. “You can’t learn sex from videos. It’s not a chemistry class, for fuck’s sake. Those are actors, staged for cameras. Real sex? It’s messy, personal, about connection and communication. Not some formula you memorize.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I stood up, facing him. We were close…too close. Close to the point I could smell his body wash.

“I’m not sorry I did. You looked… overwhelmed. In a good way, I mean. Or a frustrated way. Both, maybe.” I let out a small laugh, embarrassed but honest. “Frustrated is right. The shift, the way you touched my waist at the charting station… it got to me. My ex used to get weird about me masturbating. Said it made him feel optional. So I stopped doing it around him. Last night I just couldn’t wait anymore.” He nodded slowly, like he was turning that over. “I get it….” The elevator jerked suddenly. The lights flickered, went out, then the emergency ones came on with that dull reddish glow. We stopped moving. Completely.

With shaking legs, I whispered under my breath, voice breaking: “Mama… I’m so sorry if I don’t make it. Your whore daughter just wanted to take care of you and her brother…” I crawled back onto the bed, turned onto my back, and slowly spread my legs wide open for all four men. My hands were trembling as I reached down and spread my puffy pussy lips myself, exposing my stretched, glistening hole. “Do it,” I whispered, voice barely audible. “I want to know my real limit.” The four men looked at each other, then at Epstein, who nodded with a sick grin. Jamal went first, sliding back into my womb. Rico forced himself in beside him. My pussy stretched painfully around two massive cocks again. The

Then his footsteps retreat. Good girl. The words hit different tonight. In my head they’re deeper, rougher,Richard’s gravelly voice praising me while he stretches me open. I lean against the door, shame burning my cheeks even as fresh arousal drips down my thigh. This is so wrong. He’s family. But God, the taboo makes everything hotter.

Heat flooded my face, but my pussy clenched around Marcus's fingers anyway. She continued. “You masturbate, right? You read dirty books while playing with your pussy in the goddamn library.” The embarrassment mixed with arousal in the most humiliating and thrilling way. Marcus slowly withdrew his hands, wiping the wetness on my thigh as he straightened himself. His voice was calm yet had this controlling aura. “This is a private matter, Miss…” “Sarah,” she interrupted, completing her own name. She stepped closer, eyes flickering between us with clear heat. “And if you want me to keep quiet about your little fuck hours, professor, you have to include me too. Fuck me, right now.”

“Fill this taboo womb until it swells with my baby. You want your step-brother’s child, don’t you? Say it.” “Yes!” I cried, another orgasm ripping through me. “Yes, breed me…please fill me up!” He buried himself deep and came with a guttural roar. Pulse after thick pulse of hot cum flooded my pussy, so much it spurted out around his cock with every twitch. He stayed inside me, grinding slowly, pushing it as deep as possible. When he finally pulled out, he took his phone and recorded a short video of his cum leaking from my used hole. “For the Morenos,” he said, but his eyes told me he was keeping it for himself too.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

Tabitha stated, repositioning herself to talk to Blake, who sat on her bed. “So what’s your excuse?” Blake asked, looking at Tabby. “I’m reevaluating this person who we were looking to promote, but he has a very unique fetish that only came to light tonight,” Tabby said, placing her tablet to the side to conduct a conversation with Blake. “Oh? What fetish this rising star has, if I might ask?” Blake asked, almost knowing in his heart. “He loves pregnant women and becomes their subordinate in the presence of them,” Tabby said shyly.

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.