All Chapters of Taboo: Ties and Sins - Fetishes: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Pedro couldn’t wait any longer. His cock throbbed painfully, slick all the way to the base with Letícia’s thick, transparent juices. He grabbed her by the hips, lifted her off the couch as if she weighed nothing, and carried her straight to the bedroom. Letícia laughed softly, breathless, her heavy breasts bouncing against his sweaty chest.He threw her onto the unmade double bed, the fresh lavender-scented sheets now mixed with sweat and lust. Letícia fell onto her back, legs spread wide, her pussy red and swollen, pulsing, the outer lips parted and glistening with so much wetness. Pedro climbed onto the bed, flipped her onto her side with a rough movement, grabbed her top leg and lifted it high, exposing everything again. Her pussy was wrecked from so much fucking: swollen, dark red, open, dripping a creamy mixture of her juices and saliva.He held his thick cock by the base, the head still throbbing, and pressed it against her hot entrance. This time he pushed in slowly, inch by in

Albert Monteiro was seated behind the immense dark mahogany desk on the 28th floor of the corporate tower that bore his surname. The office was a temple of power: glass walls offering a view of the entire city, ice-cold air conditioning that contrasted with the heat he felt in his chest every time a new female employee walked through the door. At 48 years old, Albert was the kind of man women looked at twice — not only because of his fortune or his position as CEO, but because of his still-firm body, the gray hair at his temples, his square jaw, and his dark eyes that seemed to read anyone’s soul.He had already fucked secretaries, interns, and even the wives of business partners. Mature women who knew exactly what they wanted in bed and young ones who melted with just a look from him. But none of them had the raw freshness he felt was about to walk through the door.The knock was light. Three timid taps.“Come in,” he said, his deep, hoarse voice echoing through the vast space.The d

“Mr. Albert... this... this isn’t appropriate,” she managed to say, but her voice came out trembling and unconvincing.He laughed again, this time closer to her ear. His hot breath brushed against the back of her neck, making the fine hairs stand on end.“Appropriate? Little girl, you’re in my office, in my building, working for me. I decide what’s appropriate. And right now, what’s appropriate is for you to understand that when you make a mistake — and you will make mistakes, because they all do in the beginning — I’m not going to give you a warning. I’m going to punish you personally.”He leaned in closer, his chest lightly brushing against her back. Cleia felt the hard bulge in his pants press against her ass for a brief second.“I’m going to put you on all fours on this desk, lift that skirt, pull down those wet panties, and spank that ass until it’s bright red. Then I’m going to spread your legs and lick that young little pussy until you cum on my tongue, shaking like a desperate

Albert gave a hard slap on her right buttock. The sound echoed loudly through the empty floor, followed immediately by a second slap on the left. The fair skin turned red instantly.“Look at this young ass… So firm. So delicious. I bet no boy your age knows how to give slaps like these. They don’t know how to treat a little whore like you deserves.”Cleia let out a sharp moan, a mix of pain and pleasure. The burning spread through her flesh, making her pussy throb even harder.Albert pulled her panties to the side with two fingers, fully exposing her swollen, dripping pussy. The plump lips glistened with arousal, her swollen clit begging for attention. He ran his middle finger along the hot slit, collecting her abundant juices.“Fuck… you’re already soaking wet. Look at how this brand-new little pussy is dripping. You like it when your older boss treats you like a little whore, don’t you? You like being humiliated by a man old enough to be your father.”Cleia moaned louder, arching he

Albert had chosen the restaurant carefully: one of the most exclusive in the city, on the top floor of a five-star hotel, with a panoramic view of the illuminated skyline. Tables were spaced far apart, the lighting was low, and the atmosphere was discreet enough for powerful men to conduct business… or other things.Cleia had been nervous ever since he sent her the message that afternoon: “Wear the short black dress I bought you. No bra. No panties. Hair down. Be at my penthouse at exactly 7:30 p.m.”Now, seated beside him at the round table with four important investors, she felt the icy air-conditioning brushing directly against her hard nipples beneath the thin fabric of the dress. The black dress was far too short—barely reaching the middle of her thick thighs—with a generous V-neckline that plunged almost to her navel, leaving her heavy, firm breasts almost fully exposed. Every movement made the fabric slip dangerously over her rosy nipples.Albert, forty-eight years old, looked