Taboo One Shots のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 361 - チャプター 370

Bennie grabbed Sarah's wrist, spun her around, brought out his cuffs and snapped one on her before she could pull away. The metal was cold and tight, biting into the soft skin of her wrist with a sharp little pinch that sent a secret thrill racing straight up her spine and settling low in her belly. That wasn't right. Of course she never wanted to fuck Uncle Bennie. Not for real. It was just… those strong arms. Broad chest and shoulders. You could tell he put in real time at the gym. And his bear hugs were amazing. He smelled like hard work and sweat, which always made her pussy just a little wet when he was close. The badge around his neck was a natural turn on too. Seeing him large and in charge at the precinct when he made detective was sexy as fuck, but Sarah missed the uniform. He wore the hell out of it. With so many things counting against her, looking wasn't so wrong, was it? Fantasizing was okay, right? She wasn't a freak. It was just… fleeting glimpses. Brief though

He moved quickly and unbuckled, unzipped and freed his dick one handed. Bennie shoved his pants down to his thighs, his heavy cock springing free. He sighed in relief, then added a second finger into her warm, welcoming fuck hole while fisting his dick. Her virgin cunt fluttered and gripped both fingers as he worked them deeper into her, making her whimper. A boy, no a man, had his fingers inside her. Not just any man. Her uncle. Fuck, it felt amazing. Her own fingers couldn't compare. Certainly felt better than the idiots her age who tried to finger her. “I won’t do it again,” she cried. “I’ll be good. Please. I'm a virgin. Uncle, please," she insisted, torn between desire and morality as he stroked her horny walls. Her mouth was saying the words, but what Sarah wanted was the complete opposite. "Please what, baby? Tell uncle what his niece needs," he said tauntingly, dropping to his knees as he stroked his aching dick while pistoning in and out of her fuck hole.

Her whining and screaming got louder with every slam of his hips. Soft moans turned into open cries. Open cries turned into broken shouts that cracked at the edges until Sarah was barely recognisable. A screaming, gasping mess drenched in bodily fluids and lust. “You really want to be uncle’s personal whore that badly?” he demanded, voice almost shaking with how close he was to flooding her never before fucked pussy. “Fine. I’ll keep coming back to use this cunt whenever I want. You’re mine to fuck. Say it again for uncle. Nice and fucking loud. My whore.”“Yes. I’m your personal whore. I’m yours to fuck,” Sarah cried out dutifully, as though compelled, her voice breaking down into a screech as she started seizing on his dick. Her walls clamped hard around him in powerful pulses that tried to rip his dick off slowly. “I’m cuming. Uncle, I’m cuming. Please don’t tell anyone. Don’t stop. I love how hard you’re fucking me. I’m your slut, but please don't tell mom."“Too fucking bad, yo

"What's the matter, Sarah? Uncle's happy to give you what you need, little niece," he said darkly, fighting to be heard in the loud room as he lined up and slammed back into her sore cunt with zero mercy. "Good fucking God. Great pussy, baby." Every ounce of reluctance left her body. Sarah succumbed, one more time, to her uncle's pleasurable dick. Who needed saving anyway? Sarah cried out louder than before, the sound bouncing off the concrete walls, once again drowned out by the machine beneath her. “Fuck me hard,” she begged, even though his thrusts were already making her brain rattle around in her skull. “Only me. Forget Kendra and my mom. Please don’t stop. I love how you’re hurting my pussy. I’m your slut, uncle. I want it," she growled low, all fear and reservations forgotten once more. Sarah didn't think about what would come after the fucking. She didn't think about her mom being confused by her sudden absence upstairs. All she cared about was getting railed again. Sorr

The phone lit up on Sarah’s desk, vibrating incessantly. Derek’s name glowed against the dark screen.Her pulse jumped hard in her throat. A thin film of sweat gathered at the small of her back under the silk of her blouse. It was the same quiet reaction she got every morning when she heard his footsteps. You would think answering phones for him every day would have chased it away, but no. Still there, sucking the joy out of her days. Keeping her constantly on edge. “God, Sarah. He’s your boss. Derek Hale is just a name. Your relationship is strictly professional,” she chanted under her breath, trying to convince herself of the same lie she had been telling since she met the reclusive billionaire tycoon. She stared at the name a second longer than she should have. Slight reluctance lived in the space between one breath and the next. She was his secretary.Unfortunately, that meant she had to answer, whether she liked who he was married to or not. Steeling her nerves and taking a d