HOUSE OF TABOOS(erotica shorts)
A collection of scorching stepdad erotica shorts where forbidden desire knows no limits. Every story is packed with raw lust, shameless seduction, and taboo encounters that will leave you wet and burning for more.
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Chapter 1
While he was in high school, Luke discovered that church was a great place to meet girls. He was surprised at how easy it was to get these innocent, teenaged church girls in bed. In three years he went out with several and they were usually having sex with him by the end of the second date. Now he was in college and met a lot of hot coeds, but churches were still his favorite place to meet women.
The church he was attending was in the college town where he went to school. During the first semester he dated three girls he met at that church and had sex with all of them. Gossip spread to the other women in the church that he had a big cock and knew how to use it. He started to quietly get a lot of attention from women in the church and community. They weren't just high school or college girls either. Women in their late twenties and early thirties were flirting with him and some of them were even married. The more women he fucked the more his reputation as a great lover grew. Luke had all of the pussy he could handle.
The church hired a new pastor and on Sunday after church the ladies of the congregation had a big dinner to welcome him and his wife. When Luke was introduced to them, he immediately got hard when he met the pastor's wife. Angela was almost as tall as he was, her face striking rather than beautiful with high cheek bones, smooth skin and a firm jaw. She had deep blue sparkling eyes that seemed full of happiness. Her face and personality were those of someone who makes you smile and think you'd like to know them better. Her shoulder-length hair fluttered in the breeze as she shook his hand. She was wearing a loose grey skirt that swirled around her hips as she walked.
There was no way the loose skirt could completely disguise the firm curves of her ass. Her blouse was a white, women's dress shirt with the cuffs unbuttoned and slightly rolled back to expose her forearms. The shirt wasn't tight, but the size and shape of her breasts forced the fabric to stand out in front of her and drew unwanted attention to their fullness as they bounced slightly with each step she took. When his eyes rose back to her face he saw her full lips looked as if their main purpose in life was to be wrapped around a cock, even though he doubted they had ever touched one. She smiled and her cheeks curved into dimples as her hand lifted to remove a strand of hair that had blown into the corner of her mouth. The men were stealing discrete looks at her, but she was used to that and pretended not to notice. Luke had never been so instantly attracted to a woman, but she was married to the new pastor. He knew he didn't have a chance with her. Angela probably believed adultery was a mortal sin and would never cheat on her husband.
After the dinner, Angela and her husband returned to their new home at the parsonage. When he went into his office she came up behind him and encircled his waist with her arms. Her hands slid sensually over his belly while she kissed the side of his neck.
Her breath flowed warmly over his ear as she whispered, "Let's initiate our new bedroom."
He shrugged out of her embrace. "Not now Angela. I have to write next Sunday's sermon."
Angela wasn't willing to give up yet. They hadn't made love in over a month. She stepped close and embraced him as she looked up into his eyes. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she begged, "You have all week to work on that. Please Honey, make love to me."
He put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away. "Maybe later. I want to work right now." Turning away from her he sat down behind his desk and opened his computer. Tears filled her eyes as he dismissed her needs again. Slowly she turned away and left the room.
Angela's sex life with her first husband was active and fulfilling. He seemed as if he couldn't get enough of her. The only thing that kept them from being completely happy was their lack of children. They started trying after being married a year, but without success. They went to a doctor and were devastated to find out that her husband was sterile. They were applying to adopt a child when Angela's life was shattered. Her husband was killed in a car accident.
It took a couple of years, but Angela started getting her life back together. She wasn't dating again, but she was open to that if they right man came along. Angela's best friend was very religious and convinced her to come to church with her. When she met the pastor there, she was immediately smitten. Bob was in his early thirties, handsome and had charisma. He was also attracted to her. They started dating and a year later they got married.
Bob was a passionate presence in the pulpit, but he never brought any of it to their bed. He believed that sex should only occur between a husband and wife and insisted on waiting until they were married to have sex. On their wedding night they consummated their marriage and for a few months he gave in to his new wife's desires and had sex with her a couple of times a week. Angela had a strong sex life with her first husband and enjoyed orgasms regularly, but she quickly discovered that wouldn't be happening with Bob. For him, sex was just his duty as a husband and a part of marriage. His idea of making love was to always use the missionary position and he only focused on himself. He would put his cock inside her and pump for a couple of minutes until he ejaculated. After he reached
orgasm, he would roll over and go to sleep. Angela was always left totally unsatisfied. She tried to introduce him to other positions and oral sex, but he thought they were sinful. To get any sexual relief Angela finally resigned herself to going into another room as he slept and masturbating herself to orgasm. Now they had been married for ten years and hadn't had sex in seven months. He never seemed to notice anything she did to make herself more attractive for him and she decided that to do it for him, the effort would not be worth it. Since he had never shown much interest in sex, Angela was sure he wasn't cheating on her, but she knew she needed more.
Women in church gossip as much or even more than other women. It wasn't long before Angela started to hear rumors about Luke's big cock and his sexual skills. His ability to drive women to orgasms that were so hard, deep and long, every woman he had ever been with wanted more. Just hearing about how amazing the sex was with him made her tremble with desire. She kept telling herself that not only was she married, but her husband was the pastor and she must resist temptations of the flesh, but every time she saw Luke her nipples hardened and her labia swelled with a primal hunger that had gone unsatisfied for too long.
Tuesday was Bob's birthday and Angela was desperate for attention from him. She knew how sexy lingerie affected most men and she decided to give it a try. She went to a mall in a neighboring town and bought a set that she thought would set any man's libido on fire.
She made her husband his favorite lunch for his birthday. As he ate she went into their bedroom and put on the lingerie. Covering it with her robe she came into the dining room just as he was finishing his lunch.
"Honey I have a special surprise dessert for you." Opening her robe she let it slide to the floor. Striking a sexy pose she smiled and said, "Happy Birthday!"
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7.5
In a world ruled by power and illusion, the most dangerous role is playing yourself.
When scandal detonates inside the powerful Laurent empire, its fragile heiress, Georgia Laurent, vanishes from public view. Investors panic. Markets wobble. The media circles like vultures.
Then Georgia returns.
Perfectly styled. Perfectly composed. Perfectly convincing.
There's just one problem.
She isn't Georgia Laurent.
She's Sharon Beckley - a struggling actress drowning in debt and one missed audition away from losing everything. When the enigmatic fixer James Barnett offers her an obscene amount of money to impersonate the heiress "temporarily," Sharon accepts. It's a role with strict rules: smile for cameras, memorize the biography, sign where instructed, and never ask questions.
But behind the mirrored walls of the Laurent estate, Sharon discovers this isn't damage control.
It's containment.
Locked wings of the mansion. Security systems recently upgraded. Burned files in marble fireplaces. Offshore accounts bleeding billions from Laurent Global Holdings. And whispers of a former executive whose fatal accident may have been murder.
When Sharon pushes too far, the pressure shifts. Surveillance tightens. James grows colder. The board becomes ruthless.
Then the real Georgia disappears.
No flight records. No secure messages. No proof she's alive.
And suddenly Sharon understands the truth: she wasn't hired to stand in.
She was selected to replace.
Now trapped inside a stolen identity with powerful men determined to preserve the illusion, Sharon faces an impossible choice - become Georgia completely and inherit an empire built on blood...
Or expose the conspiracy and risk being erased permanently.
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9.4
I stood in the center of my Manhattan penthouse, staring at the empty satin hanger where my custom Vera Wang gown should have been. It was a masterpiece of silk and pearls that had taken six months to perfect for my wedding to the billionaire heir, Boston Travis.
Then my phone buzzed. Boston’s voice was a flat line, devoid of the love he’d promised me for four years.
"The wedding is off, Florrie. I’m marrying your sister, Asia."
He told me Asia was dying of Stage 4 cancer and her "final wish" was to be a bride—wearing my dress. He had sent his security team to my home with a spare key to steal the gown, claiming it was Travis property since his family accounts paid the bill. My stepmother texted me minutes later, demanding I vacate my own beach house so the "dying" girl could have a honeymoon.
When I tried to protest, Boston snapped at me.
"How could you be so heartless? She’s your sister. Have some compassion."
They expected me to play the part of the discarded woman while they paraded my life around as a PR stunt. I realized then that Asia hadn't just taken my dress; she had spent her entire life stealing my father's love and my peace, always playing the fragile angel while I was cast as the villain.
I didn't cry. I sat at my desk, opened my contacts, and relabeled Boston Travis as "TARGET."
If they wanted a tragic story, I would give them a massacre. I reclaimed my mother’s multi-million dollar trust, seized the deed to the beach house, and walked into Asia’s hospital room with a lit sparkler to expose the truth behind her "terminal" illness.
As I slapped Boston in the hospital lobby in front of a dozen recording iPhones, I realized I didn't need a husband. I needed a clean slate—and I was going to burn their empire to get it.
7.2
Married by Force
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7.1
The night before her wedding to Wall Street billionaire Everette Baird, Deliah Quinn stood happily in her haute couture gown.
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"I'm pregnant with Everette's child," Arvilla sneered.
Before Deliah's paralyzed body could react, Arvilla dragged in a canister of industrial gasoline, soaked the bridal suite, tossed a lighter, and locked the heavy oak doors from the outside.
To escape the roaring inferno, Deliah smashed the glass balcony and threw herself into the freezing, violent waters of the Atlantic Ocean.
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Deliah returned to New York entirely reborn—a top architectural designer and a single mother, having scrubbed her past clean and forgotten the people who destroyed her.
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But she had no idea her son was secretly hacking airport security cameras to find himself a wealthy stepdad.
Leo deliberately bumped into a terrifying, cold-blooded tycoon, spilling scalding coffee on his custom suit to get his attention.
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9.8
I was an unwanted foster kid taken in by the Goodwin family, about to marry into the wealthy Cantu family to secure my adoptive father's power.
But at my rehearsal dinner, my adoptive mother drugged my champagne, intending to have me assaulted and ruined.
The next morning, my fiancé and my sister burst into my hotel room with a swarm of reporters, pointing fingers in manufactured horror.
"You filthy whore! The engagement is over!"
My fiancé roared for the cameras, while my sister sobbed about my betrayal. They had brought the press to publicly slaughter me, justifying their own secret affair while my adoptive family cursed me as a disgusting stray.
For years, I had endured their toxic abuse, only to be thrown to the wolves so my sister could steal my life. They truly believed I was just a helpless pawn they could crush and discard.
But they didn't know I had anticipated their trap and deliberately walked into the bed of Dorian Underwood—the ruthless billionaire and the only man the Cantu family actually feared.
As I calmly hit 'send' to broadcast my fiancé's explicit sex tape to every reporter in the hallway, I met Dorian's dark, predatory gaze.
I wasn't just surviving anymore; I was going to tear both their empires to the ground.