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“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

Seemingly satisfied, she turned her attention back to Belle and spread her ass. Her fingers found Belle's pussy first, sliding through the wetness before pushing her two fingers inside. Belle moaned into the pillow, her body writhing. Tasha thrusted them slowly, then pulled them out and pressed one slick finger against Belle's asshole. She worked it in gradually, twisting and pushing until it got in. Belle rocked her hips back as far as her bonds would allow against her hand. Tasha gradually added a second finger to Belle's ass while her tongue found my pussy from behind. She lapped my clit slowly, as two of her fingers pushed into my cunt at the same time, curling up against my walls.

“This cunt is gripping me perfectly. Made for rough use.” He fucked me hard and fast, talking the whole time. “You came here for a story but you’re going to leave me addicted to my cock.” I came again, clenching around him. He followed soon after, pulling out and releasing across my stomach in hot spurts. Afterward he cleaned me gently with a warm cloth. The contrast between rough sex and soft care confused me. “Night one complete,” he said with a smirk. “Tomorrow we will go deeper. Much deeper.”

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

“She’s gushing just from us talking filthy. Look at her clít twitching swollen, begging for cock.” “Not a word unless we say so,” the other reminded her twisting her nípple again until her back arched. “You’re nothing but holes tonight. Tits, cunt, ass .. all of it belongs to us.” Clara whimpered into the dark, her body straining against invisible restraints. “Yes, Sir.” Both men laughed, the sound low and filthy. “She’ll learn,” one said. “She’ll learn exactly how we want her.” TO BE CONTINUED

Ethan slammed into her cunt in one savage thrust, bottoming out so hard her arms gave out. “Fuuuuck, this cunt is still so tight.” Jax knelt in front, forcing his cock back down her throat. Ethan spat on her asshole and shoved two fingers inside while he destroyed her pussy. “You’re taking it in the ass tonight too, slut.” He pulled out of her dripping cunt and pressed his fat cockhead against her virgin asshole. Lia screamed around Jax’s dick as Ethan forced his way in, stretching her raw. The burn was intense, but the pain melted into filthy pleasure as he buried every inch.

The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

something thicker, heavier, real. I needed the actual thing again. My phone sat on the nightstand. I picked it up, hesitated only a second, then typed the word I had learned yesterday into the search bar. Videos filled the screen. I tapped the first one. A man and a woman on a bed, her mouth around his cock, moving up and down. I watched, cheeks warming, as she took him deeper, saliva glistening, the wet sounds clear through my headphones. Another video. Then another. In every one the woman used her mouth the same way...lips stretched, tongue working, hands stroking what she couldn’t fit.

He couldn’t wait any more,it’s been so many years since he had anyone,since he felt inside the walls of a warm wet sex,he needed her now. He tore of her dress,making her gasp ,quickly promising her a new one ,he tore off his clothes too exposing his over 14 inches black cock ,girthy and dripping with pre cum,sticky big drops ,and soaked half his length already ,he lifted belle and laid her on the table drawing her to the edge of it , and spreading her legs, she had obviously had sex before , thank God cause he would have felt bad about pounding into her with his curse of a dick.

“I mean… aren’t things… different?” He laughed, turning his head slightly and covering his mouth with a hand. “I’m sorry,” he apologised as he turned back to her. “Are human stories not filled with tales of Mer seductions? Our stories certainly are filled with sandy encounters with fisher-folk and swimmers. But, also amongst ourselves, it is frequent amongst our kind that we have sex in both forms. If you can, why would you not, after all? There are advantages and disadvantages to both.”