TABOO

A/N

Hi. This book is a collection of different forbidden Erotic short stories that might seem offensive to some people. This book contains mature content, languages, and explicit sexual content that may not be appropriate for some readers. And just like the title TABOO, the stories contain contents that are deem Forbidden in our society.

So read at your own risk.

This collection has over 40 erotic Forbidden stories, so kindly add it to your library so that when I update new chapters, you'll be notified.

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It was on Monday when my English professor told me I'll be going home with him for the weekend since I was his GTA. I did not argue, instead I welcomed the change. He lives pretty far away in the city and since I'll be traveling to my parent's house to pay them a visit, I said why not. I already arranged everything. Stayed in his house for the weekend so we could work on the English project together, then on Sunday I'll be leaving for my family's house. Easy.

That Friday morning, the ride was pretty long but we arrived at his house. My professor's wife, a beautiful redhead woman, whom I later found out her name was Angelique, greeted us. She kissed her husband on the cheek and helped with his bag. I followed the couple inside their house. His wife welcomed me warmly and asked if I needed anything for a start. I politely declined.

" I just needed rest after our long drive." I thought.

I looked around the house for a glimpse of my professor's daughter. I knew he had a daughter because he kept a picture of her and his wife in his office. A petite redhead suddenly climbed down the stairs, bouncing on each step. An exact copy of the young girl in that photograph in his office. Hell, she didn't look like the young girl in that photograph. The girl in that photograph looked to be 14 years of age or 16. But this beautiful young woman climbing down the stairs is a grown ass woman. She should be eighteen or maybe nineteen. She was wearing grey cotton shorts and a white tank top. My cock twitched in my pants at her perky breasts and hard nipples that were a little visible from her tank top.

I gulp.

She was beautiful. Hell, sexy.

My professor introduced her as his daughter and her name was Rosalie. My Rosalie. We handshake each other. Rosalie shook my hand longer than I expected with a small smirk plastered on her lips. Discreetly her thumb caressed the back of my palm as she bit her lip.

"Oh we've got a little flirt." I thought.

" You mind showing our guest the guest bedroom?" My professor said to his daughter.

She smiled at me and walked me to my bedroom after which she left by smirking at me again. That was when I knew Rosalie liked me and maybe wanted to fuck me. That gave me new found confidence. I mean Rosalie was hot and maybe it would be wrong to take advantage of my professor's pretty little daughter but I definitely couldn't pass this hot meat.

Later in the evening, I assisted Angelique in the kitchen while Rosalie helped too. We talked and I told jokes which she laughed loudly to. Aside from being extremely sexy, she was a good listener. She asked me about my major and what I enjoyed doing and I told her. I also found out she was 19 years old and going to college this fall. For a girl who looked pretty innocent, she's sure a flirt. A good one at that. Just few hours of knowing her, I wanted to fuck her already.

The following evening, Angelique cooked dinner while I worked with my professor on our English project In his study. Rosalie walked in a few minutes later, wearing nothing but a black denim short skirt and a tank top without a bra. Rosalie won't be able to pick a pen from the floor with a skirt like that. I would be able to see her pussy and I wondered what it would look like. Damn she was hot. She greeted her dad and then me as she sat opposite me, pretending to listen to what her father was demonstrating while she watched me.

I couldn't concentrate, not with Rosalie sitting opposite me with her legs spread open, giving me a perfect view of her swollen shaved pussy. God, she wasn't wearing anything underneath that skirt. She came to seduce me and hell I was falling already.

My professor didn't notice the sensual drama going on between Rosalie and me. He was busy talking, analyzing our project that I should be paying attention to. But I couldn't. Rosalie spread her legs wider apart and I could see her wet clit, calling only for my fingers and my cock to fill her up. Her lips are full and pink and I could clearly see her wetness coat the innermost part of her thighs.

Satisfied she'd seduced me and gotten my attention, Rosalie closed her legs and stood up. She flashed me a smirk and said a quick quiet bye to her father as she left the study. I was hard as a rock and didn't know how to hide my boner.

It was later that night, Rosalie took her flirty behavior to the next level. Angelique, My professor, and I were watching TV that night. It was late so Angelique excused herself to go to bed. And now it was just my professor and myself. We watched the documentary on world war 2 as my professor fell asleep next to me. I was bored out of my mind. I've never liked anything that has to do with wars. A few minutes later, Rosalie walked into the living room, wearing one of her cotton shorts and tank top. She smirked at me and sat next to me. I wanted to ask her what she was doing awake, but she beat me to it.

" Watching World War 2 documentary with your father." I whispered to her.

She peeked her head forward to glance at her father, presumably confirming if he had truly fallen asleep on the couch next to me. It was cold, so I had a blanket Angelique borrowed me to cover myself. Rosalie asked if I was enjoying the documentary and I told her my honest answer, which was no. She laughed. I wanted to ask my professor's daughter why she'd spread her legs for me at her father's study, but I thought against it. Trying not to push my boundaries.

What if she didn't want me? What if she was teasing me? To see if I was weak? I was definitely weak when it came to Beautiful women.

A few minutes into the documentary, I feel Rosalie's hand on my thigh. I was wearing sweatpants so I could feel her fingertips graze my thigh. It was a single touch, but then she lingered her hand a little longer on my thigh. For another second or so, she started to trail her fingers up my thigh, purposely brushing past my cock that was already starting to get hard. I turned to look at her and she was smirking at me.

Sweet little Rosalie wanted me to fuck her. Something I've been craving for. To watch my dick slide into her beautiful treasure island, slicked with her juices as my lube.

We stared at each other as she confidently slipped her fingers inside my sweats and grabbed my dick in her hand.

" Fuck."

At that moment I forgot her father, my professor was beside me sleeping while his daughter was about to give me a hand job. She squeezed my dick and bit her lip seductively.

" You're so big, just like I imagined." She whispered as she slowly started to pump my cock with her little hand. I groaned and turned to look at my professor who was weirdly sound asleep.

" Don't stop." I whispered as I looked at Rosalie.

Definitely she wasn't planning on stopping.

Rosalie pumped my cock harder and faster and I was surprised how good she was with her hand. I wondered what her mouth could do. As if I was thinking out loud, Rosalie pushed my sweats down as she got under the blanket. I tensed and started to panic that we might get caught.

For Christ's sake her father was sitting right next to me. My panic and worries went away the minute Rosalie pushed her warm mouth down my dick.

Holy shit!

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" What are you doing?" I whisper-groaned. Her mouth was warm and it wrapped around my cock perfectly.

Rosalie took my cock out of her mouth to answer me.

" Giving you a blow job." She whispered and smirked as she rubbed her thumb over my spit lubed tip. The electric feeling made me jolt a little.

" Your father." I whispered and tilted my head towards my professor.

" Don't worry about him. He's a heavy sleeper. And we'll be quiet. You don't wanna get caught do you?"

Hell fucking no.

This time, Rosalie pushed the blanket off my thighs so it fell to the ground.

" I want you to fuck my mouth whichever way you want." She smirked and winked at me as she slowly pushed my cock into her mouth.

It nearly didn't fit. But Rosalie must be a pro to know how to work a big cock. She bobbed her head up and down my cock, while one of her hands jerked me up. God it felt good. Too fucking good and I'm already losing it. I was trying not to groan and moan loudly with the way Rosalie was handling my dick. She was good.

" Fuck." I whispered as I started to thrust into her mouth from underneath. I fisted her head, pushing it all the way down till it hit her throat. Her gag reflexes were good too and it nearly made me shoot my load down her throat.

I can't come now. I need to know what she feels like with my dick inside her tight little cunt.

" Stop. I need to be inside you now." I groaned as I pulled her head away from my cock.

Rosalie sat up with a seductive grin on her face.

" Have you always wanted to fuck me?" I asked her.

" The minute I saw you stepped out of my father's car. Come here big guy, let's get this over with."

She stood up and took my hand in hers as she walked us toward the kitchen. The kitchen? Are we about to fuck in the kitchen with her father in the living room?

" The stairs creak too much. Plus, it's easier and better in here. In case we get caught." She whispered as she stopped in the middle of the kitchen.

This is crazy. But I would be lying if I said this didn't turn me on the more. Fuck, my dick ache already. Rosalie pulled down her shorts and kicked them away. She pushed her hair to the side and looked at me with big green beautiful eyes.

" Do whatever you want to me. I'm all yours for tonight." She whispered.

I suddenly grabbed her and kissed her at once. Pushing my tongue into her mouth as she tried to keep up with my quick pace. Fuck, she's beautiful. I cupped her fleshy butt and squeezed it in my hand. She moaned into the kiss and I pulled her closer to me, for her to feel how she's affected me.

" You feel that, don't you?" I groaned as I smashed our lips together. She reached in between us and fisted my dick, squeezing it as she began to jerk me off again.

I stopped kissing and removed her hand from my dick. I carried her from the floor and sat her on the kitchen counter. With her legs on either side of my shoulder, I lick her clit, tasting her juices.

" Fuck." I whispered. She tasted good.

I ran my fingers all over her body, up her stomach as I slipped my hand inside her tank top to grab her breast. I squeezed and she moaned. Too loudly.

She's gonna get us caught.

I ate her out desperately while I continued to squeeze her breast and played with her nipple. I stopped playing with her breast and pushed two fingers inside her. She cried out quietly as she looked down at my fingers thrusting in and out of her. I took a hold of my dick and began stroking it while I fingered her.

" God, you're so hot. And so big." She moaned.

I pulled out my fingers and carried her off the counter as I placed her on the barstool so that her back was pressed against the counter. This position would be difficult but I can manage. I lube my dick with spit and slowly guide myself inside her.

" Oh God." She cried as she stared into my eyes.

" You're okay?" I asked Rosalie, just to make sure I'm not hurting her.

" Yeah." She gulped.

I pushed my dick further inside her as she shut her eyes tightly. God why's she so tight? I grabbed her hips with my hands as I started to thrust in and out of her slowly. I pulled out, almost all the way out and I pushed back in. Rosalie held onto the edges of the counter so she wouldn't fall off the stool.

I started out slow and then fast, and faster as I fucked her. Rosalie moaned, quietly but still loudly. The fact that we might get caught by my professor who's sound asleep in the living just made everything exciting. I cupped one of Rosalie's breasts in my hand as I pounded into her. God she was tight. Too tight, I feared she was maybe a virgin.

" Faster, please Tim." She pleaded. And I did as told.

The sound of skin slapping against skin, a rocking kitchen stool, filled the quiet kitchen. I hooked my hands underneath her knees as I brought her thighs together, making her extremely tighter. Tighter than I expected. But it felt good to stop now. I looked down at our meeting point and I lost it. I pound into her harder, faster, with her thighs still pressed together by my hands. Her legs are placed on my shoulders, with her hands holding onto the edge of the counter for dear life.

" God, I'm close." I moaned and started to roll my hips. The only noise I can hear in the kitchen is our muffled moans and the quiet ta ta ta, and the rocking kitchen stool Rosalie was sitting on.

The way I was slamming into Rosalie, I was scared she may wake up in the morning sore. I'd like that. To wake up tomorrow morning and see that she can't walk properly because I fucked her good. At least that will be a reminder since I'll be leaving in the morning.

" Oh God." Rosalie cupped her mouth to muffle her moans as she orgasmed. Her legs vibrated, and she shook several times as she orgasmed as if it was her first real orgasm.

I wrapped Rosalie's thighs around my waist and lifted her off the stool and began to slam into her again. More faster this time. I was close. I cupped her big butt, with my forearm hooked underneath her knees as I pushed her hips into my fast aggressive thrusts. The ta ta ta noise of skin slapping against skin is a lot louder now and it might even wake up my professor. At that moment I didn't care. I was fucking his daughter and I need to fuck her good, so when I'm gone in the morning, my cock is the only thing she would think of.

My thrust began to slow down with my spurt just at the tip of my dick. I placed Rosalie on top of the stool again. I leaned in to kiss her shoulder as I shot my load inside her. All the way down. I held onto her tighter as I emptied my sac inside this beautiful redhead.

" Fuck." I breathed out and slowly pulled away to stare at Rosalie. She was smiling at me, like a proud daughter to a father.

" That was sick." I said in ragged breaths.

" That was so good." She said.

I let go of her legs as she tried to stand up with shaky legs. I smiled at my handiwork.

" You're amazing." I told her as I reached for my sweats that were around my ankles and pulled it up.

" Thank you. I'm happy you're my first."

" First?" She was a Virgin? I knew it. God she was so tight. Tighter than any pussy I've been inside of.

She reached down to pick up her shorts as she quickly put it on.

" Thank you, Tim. I hope we do this again some other time." Rosalie said and winked at me as she walked away.

She wasn't joking.

And as I stared through the window of my ride that Sunday morning while my professor and his wife bade me goodbye, I knew it won't be the last of me and Rosalie.

I was eighteen when I discovered I had the hots for Damien Brock, my father's best friend. A man I usually called uncle. He was dad's best friend, business partner, and my family's friend too. And he's 39 years old and tonight is his 40th birthday.

As I checked my reflection in the mirror, I smiled In contentment. Tonight's mission is to make Damien notice me. Every night when I close my eyes, by miracle he always finds his way into my dreams, tormenting me with his grey eyes and his long slender fingers touching me. I know it's improper and wrong to want my father's best friend, but I can't help it. At night or when I'm alone, I always fantasize about his big hands running all over my body, grabbing my butt with his face buried in between my legs. It's a fantasy I wish could come true.

I fit into my red sleeveless tight dress. Red was Damien's favorite color and you would wonder how I came to know that. Well, I interviewed some of his best girlfriends and they confirm Damien is a sucker for red. He can't help but notice anything in red. And today's mission is to make him notice me at his birthday party. I want him to look past the fact that I'm no longer a child anymore. I'm twenty years old and a grown ass woman. I'm not even a virgin, so I want him to stop treating me like one.

Damien's birthday party was lit, just like I imagined. Rich business men and beautiful women in sequin dresses are everywhere. I followed my parents as they walked into Damien's grand living room. I sighted him before my parents even noticed him. He was standing close to a woman as he talked to two other men. They said something and Damien laughed. He's so beautiful. I wonder what his tongue can do.

As we approached Damien, I couldn't take my eyes off him. His tuxedo brought out his defined muscles. He was big, tall, over six feet. Bright golden skin with thick brown locks. He's the definition of sex. All I've ever wanted.

The woman he was standing next to clung to him like bees to honey. God I hated her already. She's probably one of his sluts or these desperate women who wanted a ring from him. I continued to glare at the woman as my parents stopped in front of Damien. The two other men greeted my father and mother as they scurried away, including the strange woman.

" Happy birthday, Damien." Mother said with a big smile on her face as she hugged Damien.

" Thank you, Susan." They pull away.

" Happy birthday my friend. A new glow to your new age." Dad said to Damien as the two men embraced themselves.

" Thank you, friend." Damien smiled at my dad. Then finally his gaze fell on me and his eyebrows shot up in surprise.

I know I look like a woman. I've always had big curves and big breasts and a beautiful perky backside. This dress seemed to bring them all out. What I've always wanted. For him to notice me as a young beautiful woman and not his best friend's virgin child.

" Camilla?" He asked, still surprised.

" Happy birthday Damien."

" Thank you?" His eyes moved from my eyes to my red lips, down my chest to my breast, his eyes lingered there for a while longer and I swear I heard him cussed underneath his breath.

" They grow fast, don't they?" My mother laughed, with both my parents unaware of the tension between me and Damien.

" Yes." Damien laughed awkwardly, as he looked away from me to look at my parents.

" Thank you so much for coming, Mark. And I'm surprised to see you Camilla. Weren't you in college?" He asked and turned to look at me again. His eyes moved down my body for the second time.

" Yeah. And I got you something for your birthday." I say. Damien is surprised again as he smirks.

" Well, we'll leave you two to talk. Wanna grab a wine with me, honey?" My father asked my mom.

" Yeah, sure." My parents smiled as they walked away.

I turned to look at Damien and he was staring at my breast that looked like it's about to spill out of my red dress.

" A red dress, huh?" He asked, thrusting his hands into his pants pocket, trying to hide an erection I think.

" Yeah. You've always loved the color red."

" Is this your birthday present for me?" Damien asked with a small smirk.

Is he flirting with me?

I bit my lip and took a step forward.

" Maybe. And something more." I whispered.

Damien swallowed and cleared his throat. He looked around his party and turned to look at me.

" We need to have a word, Camilla. In private."

" I'll be in your bedroom. Waiting." I smirked at him as I walked away, swaying my broad hips for his view. Without turning back, I know he's staring at my behind.

Good, mission accomplished.

I entered inside Damien's room as I shut the door. Throwing my purse on his bed, I walked to my reflection and stared at myself. I slowly lifted up my red dress so that it bunched around my waist as I turned around to stare at my bare butt. I wore a red lace thong and I knew he wouldn't be able to resist me.

I smiled at my reflection and dragged my dress down. The door opened and Damien walked in.

" Why are you doing this?" He asked at once.

I slowly walked towards him and stopped in front of him.

" Tell me you don't find me attractive?" I whispered, trailing my fingers on his hard stomach.

" Tell me you've never imagined me sitting on your face while I fuck your mouth, Damien?"

" Fuck." He growled as he watched me.

" I'm no longer the young woman you used to know..." I slipped my hand inside his pants, inside his boxer as I grabbed his dick in my hand.

" I want you to fuck me, Damien."

" Fuck." He drew in a sharp breath.

" I want you to treat me like a whore and fuck me mercilessly." I whispered and squeezed him in my hand.

" Fuck, Camilla."

" Yeah. Say my name like that."

I went down on my knees and removed his belt. I unzipped his zipper as I dragged his pants and boxers down. God he was big. So huge I nearly orgasmed right there. I grabbed him in my hands and began to fist his cock. He groaned in pleasure as he shut his eyes. I looked at this beautiful, powerful man before me and I smiled in satisfaction. I rub my thumb over his red tip that's already leaking precum.

" Fuck Camilla, take it in already." He groaned and fisted my hair in his hand.

It was hard to fit him in my mouth but I did it anyway. I swiped my tongue over his red tip as I start to bob my head.

" Fuck." He cusses, gripping onto my hair too tight.

With my hand working the end of his cock, I swallow his cock all the way into my mouth. I gag when he hits my throat. Damien started to fuck my mouth, pouring out incoherent curses from his mouth. His big hand fisted my head tightly as he fucked my mouth aggressively. His free hand reached inside my dress as he pulled out my breasts from my sleeveless dress. He cupped one breast into his hand and squeezed. His fingers found my nipples as he started to twist them.

" Oh fuck." I moaned with his big cock in my mouth.

I continued to jerk him with my right hand, while he was still in my mouth. My left hand slid inside my dress as I pushed my panties inside, slipping in two fingers inside my wet sex. I whimpered when he pinched my nipple.

" I'm close, Camilla." Damien groaned.

God me too. I pulled out my two fingers and began to rub fast circles on my clit. Damien continued to fuck my mouth as he twists my nipple so hard. It didn't take long before I came, hard and fast. Damien craddled my head in his big hands as he fucked my mouth faster. He was close. I shut my eyes to savor my orgasm as Damien shot his semen right down my throat.

" Swallow it like a good girl." He pushed his cock against my throat and I swallowed it all.

" Good girl." He whispered and pulled out of my mouth. My cheeks hurt but I didn't care. That was literally the best blow job I've ever given anyone. I didn't get to touch myself for too long before I came.

" That was amazing."

" The next time I want you inside me." I said as I stood up.

I arranged my panties and my dress to look a little decent. Damien hadn't said a word yet as he put on his pants and arranged his tuxedo.

" This can't happen again, Camilla."

Is he fucking kidding me?