Taboo Stories Sex 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.

"An older man fucking you like you're his property. Tell me the truth, Lia." "Yes! Yes, Julian! Harder, please, fuck me harder!" I sobbed, completely losing my mind from the pleasure. He gripped my waist with both of his huge hands, lifting my body slightly with every single downward plunge, driving his dick so deep I could feel it hitting the very top of my womb. The forbidden nature of it, the raw age gap, the way he completely controlled every inch of my body pushed me straight over the edge. My tight walls clamped down on his long dick like a vice, contracting wildly over and over again as a massive, uncontrollable squirt burst out of me, drenching his thighs and his stomach.

The woman's holes gaped when he pulled back slightly, clenching visibly before he plunged in again, forcing another gush that soaked the furniture. Lara's gaze flickered over just in time to catch another scene unfolding a few feet away, two guys locked in a heated 69 on the floor, their muscular bodies tangled and slick with sweat. One was on top, his mouth engulfing the bottom guy's cock in deep, throat-bulging sucks, bobbing with enthusiastic slurps while his own shaft disappeared into the bottom guy's eager mouth. They deep-throated each other without mercy, gagging noises mixing with hums of pleasure, and balls resting on chins as they took every inch, but the real kicker was the girl s

Kingston widened my legs apart, and pulled one leg to his hip, spreading me even wider. "And one more thing, Eva," he said in a low, dark growl, his eyes staring into mine as he wiped away the last remaining juices from his face to lap them up too. "No condoms. I want It raw with you, party girl. Always." And then he took hold of his dick, and roughly slapped it on my pussy before he rubbed my slick entrance, teasing me with his hot, wide crown.

Just the two of us. He didn’t offer me a seat. Instead, he stood close, too close, studying my face. “You said you’ve been having impure thoughts about a priest,” he said softly. “Tell me… what exactly do you imagine him doing to you?” My face burned. My thighs pressed together instinctively. “I… I imagine him kissing me,” I whispered. “Touching me. Taking me in ways that are forbidden.” His breathing had grown heavier. “And does that make you wet, Isabella? Does imagining a man of God fucking you make your innocent little pussy ache?”

Our bodies said everything. “I love you,” Frank said suddenly. “Not just this. I love being with you.” My heart swelled. “I love you too,” I whispered. “More than I should.” We talked about our feelings. It was more than sex. We connected deep. He understood me. I made him feel young and alive. The taboo made it stronger. But it also made it scary. The next day we took more risks. Mom went to the store. We had thirty minutes. I sucked him in the kitchen. On the counter. I took him deep while he sat on a chair. Then he bent me over the table and fucked me. We came together fast.

My lips were parted but my words were gone. He leaned in just enough for me to feel the heat of his breath against my wetness. “Answer me.” I shook my head, wide-eyed, drunk on lust. “No,” I finally whispered. He tilted his head slightly, like he wasn’t satisfied. “No what?” “No one else could,” I said. “No one else would know how. They’d ruin it. Not the way you would.” He smiled. “They’d panic the second they saw you like this,” he murmured. “They’d come in their fucking pants before they even touched you. You think any soft little boy could look at this perfect virgin pussy and know how to own it? How to break it in properly?”

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

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.

He didn't say anything instead he took one of my nipples in his mouth and cupped the other breast and I moaned then he went on to kiss the little baby bump on my stomach which was now slightly visible. "I can't wait for you to have our children" he smiled and gave my stomach one last kiss. He kissed my lips and held the back of my head as he deepened the kiss. We kissed passionately for a few seconds before he carried me on his arms and placed me in the bathtub. He joined me in the bathtub and made me sit on his torso and I held on to the side of the bathtub. Yeah, cowgirl position in the bathtub. He penetrated my wet vagina which was wet from my juices and the water. I moaned, we both moane