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 4
Angela gasped when his ass descended and the big head of his cock spread her pussy wide. "Ohhhhhhhh....ohhh yesss!" she suddenly moaned as his big cock sank deep inside her. It had been much too long since she had felt a cock inside her and never one this long and thick. Her whimpering groans and the stiffening of her body as he thrust into her left no doubt that his big cock was stretching her dripping well of lust far beyond anything she had experienced before.
His cock was so much bigger than Bob's, at first her body sent signals of pain flashing through her body, but as he slowly pumped his sword in and out of her velvety sheath the walls of her pussy relaxed to accept the big invader. As his cock moved in and out of her tight cavern, she no longer felt any discomfort. Instead she felt herself being transported to new sexual heights that were more intense and exhilarating than anything she had ever experienced. Soon the pain changed to a feeling of overriding pleasure that just got hotter and hotter each time Luke thrust inside her. In a few moments she was moaning and gasping with pleasure. Angela arched her back and her hips began to move upward to meet his cock as her body blazed with a burning passion that was rapidly driving her to the first orgasm she had experienced since before she met her husband.
"Oh God I'm so full." She moaned with a satisfied sigh as he fucked her with a steady rhythm. Then seconds later it was "Oh, it hurts so good."
He smiled. "You like my cock?"
"Yesss..." came her simple but revealing reply.
"Be careful or you'll be hooked," he told her while maintaining his steady, deep thrusting.
"I already am," she responded in a barely audible whisper.
Low grunts and moans emanated from deep inside her as she squirmed beneath him while his thick cock gave her pleasure greater than she had ever expected. He pulled her lips to his and pushed his tongue into her willing mouth. He kissed her hard while she eagerly sucked on his tongue and her passion flared like the sun.
For Angela, the feeling was overwhelming! At long last, she had a cock inside her again. She couldn't believe how good it felt as she pumped her hips up to meet his descending thrusts. She moaned as she felt the tensing heat of her pleasure coiling with her. Suddenly it erupted inside her and she screamed as her first climax in years washed over her. "Oh, fuck, yes!" she cried out as the surging heat of her passion seized her in its heated talons.
Luke began to thrust his big cock in and out of her spasming pussy with even greater force to enhance the power of her release. He loved to watch passion contort a woman's face when she came, and Angela was no exception. The way her eyes rolled back and the veins in her neck popped out as she steadily screamed and convulsed beneath him turned him on so much he had to focus to keep from cumming.
Luke's steady strokes did not ease as he stroked in and out of her throbbing pussy. As Angela's orgasm began to ease, her legs lifted up in the air on each side of his waist as she opened herself completely to his conquering stabs. Her feet bounced and swayed in rhythm with his grunts as he pounded his cock into her.
His ass started a rolling motion as he moved his cock in and out while at the same time her nails clawed his shoulders. Squeals of pleasure escaped her mouth as her body writhed beneath him. Angela felt as if her insides were melting as her entire existence centered on the decadent meshing of their bodies.
"Oh yes, oh yes...oh please fuck me," she begged as her heels dug into his ass and she tried to pull him deeper.
Angela's normal verbal interactions during her infrequent lovemaking with her husband were soft moans and expressions of love. She had never been naughty or provocative, but now, stuffed with a fat cock, she was a hot slut, a quivering mass of sexual flesh taken to a base level. In fact, she didn't in any way resemble the quiet, conservative woman she had always been.
"Oh, yes, don't stop," Angela begged. Suddenly her legs stiffened and her hands clawed at his shoulders. "OHHH YES! OH MY GOD YES! FUCK ME! DON'T STOP! FUCK ME GOOD!" she wailed, as her body was consumed by another powerful orgasm. Her legs kicked in the air and her pelvis slammed against Luke's, her body meeting his with a resounding wet slap as she rose to welcome each thrust. Angela almost threw him off her when her body convulsed and she exploded into climax again. "OHHH, OHHH YESSS!" She screamed until he leaned forward and covered her mouth with his, taking the sounds of her pleasure into his mouth as she writhed with ecstasy.
Luke was afraid he was going to cum, so he froze in place with his cock buried inside her as she shuddered with pleasure. Angela's pussy was flowing like a river, her juices running down the crack of her ass to soak the cushions of the couch. She had never squirted before and didn't realize what had happened. All she knew was that the pleasure she was feeling far surpassed anything she had ever imagined.
As her shuddering gasps slowly calmed, Luke began to move his cock inside her again. Angela moaned, "Oh my God yes." as his strokes reignited
the fires within her. She locked her heels behind his ass and began to undulate her body, thrusting her pussy up to meet his cock as she begged, "Harder, fuck me harder."
Luke responded to her plea and started moving faster as she moaned and shook with rising pleasure. The squeaking of the couch and the wet sounds of her pussy filled the room as their bodies moved together in primal passion. Suddenly, Angela let out a sharp squeal of joy and her legs wrapped around his waist. Her body writhed with pleasure as she fucked him as hard as he was fucking her.
He suddenly pulled his huge dick out of her and turned her over onto her knees. This was Angela's favorite position and she eagerly scrambled to position herself to receive his cock again. She gasped and pushed back to meet him when his giant cock plunged into her doggie style. Even though she was up on her knees and elbows, Angela's big breasts were dragging back and forth against the cushions of the sofa as they swayed in response to Luke's pounding thrusts. She moaned as the rough fabric rubbed against her stiff nipples with a tantalizing friction that was driving her wild. She tilted her ass up and rocked back to meet him. Her moans of pleasure were punctuated by cries of ecstasy as he slammed his cock its full length inside her with each thrust of his hips.
She reached down and put two fingers on her clit. As Angela fingered her throbbing knob, she let her fingers slide back until she felt his steely shaft moving in and out of her pussy. As he thrust forward, his wet balls bumped into her fingers, a constant swaying slap that felt so erotic it was driving her even higher up her mountain of ecstasy. Angela went to work jiggling her clit between her fingertips and soon felt herself tittering on the brink of yet another orgasm.
"Oh Baby, I'm going to cum again," she announced when she felt the heat of her renewed arousal rising within her. Angela couldn't believe it. Orgasms with her first husband were rare and they never happened with Bob. Even with her first husband she had never had more than one. She had lost count of how many she had enjoyed with Luke and didn't care. Her body started to move as she worked to match the rhythm of his strokes. He groaned when she started working her hips faster as she thrust back to meet his cock. "Fuck yeah baby. You need it bad," he gasped.
"Umm...yes...oh yessss," she whimpered in reply.
He flipped her back over and immediately plunged back inside her. Luke pulled her legs up so that they were wrapped high around his waist and her back was arched. This made his cock sink even deeper and brought squeals and groans of pleasure from Angela. His head was next to hers and he was nibbling her ear. She tilted her head and offered him her neck, moaning as his mouth pulled on her skin. She would have a big hickey for everyone to see tomorrow, but right now she didn't care.
She felt his cock swelling inside her and knew he was going to cum soon. "Oh it's so good, so good." She whimpered as his thrusting cock drove the fires of her passion to new heights.
She started trembling when he asked, "Do you want me to cum inside you?"
"Yes, yes...I want it," she cried out, and a few seconds later she continued, "Yes, give it to me. I want to feel it inside me."
Her words seemed to excite them both because he began slamming into her with a ferocious intensity that quickly pushed her toward the edge and then she was there.
"OHHH...OHHH YESSS! Fuck me...it's so good...so good..." she called out loudly as her body began to spasm and thrash as ecstasy flooded her.
For several, long moments a litany of grunts, whines and moans came from her as her orgasm lingered, helped no doubt by the fact that he continued to pummel her pussy with slamming thrusts of his big cock. Finally, his back stiffened and just as she was calming down his release arrived. With a final strong push that drew a loud moan from Angela, his body became rigid with his back arched and he held that position for long, lingering moments while his cock pulsed inside her. Finally with a satisfied sigh, he collapsed onto her limp body. As they floated in the afterglow of shared passion, her hand began to stroke the back of his head in an intimate gesture while her other hand caressed his ass while she welcomed the final drops of his cream inside her.
They snuggled together on the couch as their breath and the thudding of their hearts returned to normal. Her voice was soft as she whispered, "Luke, what we did is so wrong, but I don't want you to feel bad about it. I made this happen, it wasn't your fault. I can only hope and pray that you won't think I've ever done this with anyone before. I have never had sex with anyone but my two husbands in my life, and I can tell you this much, no one has EVER made me come like you just did."
With a tender kiss, Angela rose from the couch and started to get dressed. Luke watched her. He had never thought that a woman twice his age would be able to fuck like she did. Angela had just made all of the younger women he had fucked seem insignificant.
When she was dressed, she looked at him for a moment and then leaned down to kiss his again. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down beside him.
He kissed her eyes and then each cheek before his lips found hers again. When the soft, gentle kiss had ended, he asked, "When do I get to see you again?"
She whispered, "I don't know if we should." She stood and walked across the room. She paused at the door and looked back at Luke. Her eyes drifted down to his cock. Even limp it was bigger than her husband's and now she knew how well he could use it. "Soon. I'll be back soon." Without another word she turned and walked out the door.
The next morning there was a quarter size hickey at the base of Angela's neck and several more on her breasts. Her pussy was still red and swollen, but she was surprised by how happy and contented she felt. She knew she should feel ashamed of what she had done, but instead for the first time in her life she felt like a real woman.
As she used makeup to cover the hickey on her neck she knew she shouldn't see Luke again, but her memories of the night before and the pleasing soreness between her legs told her that she would see him again....and very soon.
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Both Dominic King and Isabella Heyes are unable to resist their smoldering connection from the first time they meet at a charity reading event. But when the two begin to explore each other's sexual desires while continuing to deepen their intimacy outside of the bedroom, what initially starts off as casual becomes into more. Coming from two different worlds, it was unexpected, but they are certain that it will ultimately be worthwhile to take the chance for love. Oh, and something else that caught them off guard? Three months after their wedding and with a baby on the way, Dominic vanished in Brazil.
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.
Because in the Laurent world, identities are assets.
And only one Georgia Laurent is allowed to exist.
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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Aurora Steele is a young and vibrant heiress rooted in the Italian Mafia. After breaking up with the love of her life Ethan, she is faced with the imposing figure of Damien Dmitri, a ruthless Mafia Lord who steps in, shattering her dreams. He is the most powerful man in the city –and her family's most hated enemy. Caught in the middle, Aurora must make the most difficult decision of her life; a choice between love and family. In a bid to save her family, she must marry Damien's son and heir to the Russian Mafia, Ryan Dmitri, to pay off her father's crippling debts.
Aurora finds herself helpless in the hands of Ryan Dmitri, a handsome, arrogant playboy who always has women throwing themselves at him. . What will she do when she discovers that she has developed an undeniable attraction for the man whom she is supposed to hate and is pregnant with his child? Can a love sparked in the flash of a moment withstand the darkness of old debts and new enemies, or will their future be snuffed out before it can truly begin? Will Aurora be able to navigate her way in a world of shadows? Will she ever find her happily ever after? Read more to find out.
7.1
The night before her wedding to Wall Street billionaire Everette Baird, Deliah Quinn stood happily in her haute couture gown.
Then, her younger sister Arvilla walked in, handed her a drugged glass of champagne, and slammed an ultrasound on the vanity.
"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.
For five agonizing years, everyone believed the Quinn heiress was dead.
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.
She only wanted a peaceful life with her five-year-old genius son, Leo.
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.
When Deliah frantically rushed over to protect her son and apologize, the air in the terminal vanished.
Everette Baird stared at the exact face he had obsessively mourned for five years, his eyes turning pitch black as he crushed his phone in his bare hand.
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.