All Chapters of Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

I slumped deeper into the couch cushions cum still leaking slowly from my pussy and ass mixing into a sticky puddle beneath me thighs slick and trembling from hours of riding Harlan's cock in every position imaginable. His scent clung everywhere shirt buttons ripped open hanging loose around his neck when he left tie vanished somewhere under the coffee table slacks stained dark from my squirts. The door clicked shut behind him church bells tolling faint in the distance mocking his lie to the wife and kids waiting in some pew without him. My body buzzed raw and full nipples chafed red from his sucking bites marking the swell of my tits handprints blooming purple on my ass cheeks from spanks that echoed louder than prayers.I spread my legs wider letting the mess drip free fingers trailing lazy through the cream scooping a thick glob to suck clean tasting us mixed salty sweet musky pussy juice and his seed coating my tongue.Monday morning hit like a freight train alarm blaring at si

The house was empty, my husband away on business, my daughter off at college. I was alone with my step-son, 20-year-old Ethan. We had always had a close bond, but lately I'd noticed a new tension between us, an undercurrent of something more. It was wrong, I knew, but the thought of him filled my mind more and more often.One evening, I came downstairs in my silky robe to find Ethan on the couch, watching TV. He looked up as I entered, his eyes widening at the sight of my cleavage. I smiled at him, letting the robe slip open slightly."Mind if I join you?" I asked, settling next to him. Our thighs touched and I didn't pull away. Ethan shifted, clearly uncomfortable."What are you watching?" I asked, leaning over to look at the screen. My robe gaped open, giving him a perfect view down my robe. I pretended not to notice his gaze."It's just some action movie," he mumbled, trying to keep his eyes on the TV.

I was standing in the garden, just outside the patio doors, watching Ethan work. He was wearing nothing but a pair of low slung jeans that hung off his hips, his toned chest glistening with sweat in the afternoon sun.My husband had tasked him with clearing out the overgrown flower beds and trimming the hedges, but from where I stood, it looked like he was doing more slacking off than actual work.As if sensing my gaze, Ethan looked up and caught me staring. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face as he sauntered over to where I stood."Hey step mum," he purred, leaning against the doorframe. "Something you need?"I tried to maintain an innocent expression, but I knew he could see right through me. "Your father asked me to check on your progress," I said primly. "But it seems you're taking quite the long break."Ethan's grin widened, his eyes traveling down my body in a heated caress. "I was just about to head back to work when I saw you. But now..." He stepped closer, backing me u

After our near miss, I knew we needed to be more careful but fuck if I was going to stop fucking Ethan now. He was the best sex I'd had in years, and I needed his young cock like a drug.So I took matters into my own hands. The next morning, while his father was out golfing, I went over to his room "to check on Ethan's schoolwork." But we both knew what I really wanted.I let myself in with the spare key and went straight to Ethan's room. He was lounging on his bed, headphones on as he watched something on his laptop. He didn't even look up when I entered."What are you doing, you naughty boy?" I tutted, peeking at the screen. "Watching porn in the middle of the day? That won't get your homework done!"He flushed but held my gaze defiantly. "It's a break, okay? You're not my teacher."I smirked and leaned down to grab his chin. "You're right, I'm not... but I am going to be the one to discipline you."His eyes widened as I slid my hand under his shirt to squeeze his nipple roughly. "M

My heart raced with anticipation as I walked through the dimly lit halls of Hogwarts. The stones felt cold beneath my feet, but I barely noticed, too consumed by the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Today was the day. Finally, after months of flirting, stolen glances, and lingering touches, Harry and I would be together.I smoothed down my black robes, hoping I looked alluring. Underneath, I wore a lacy red bra and panty set I'd purchased in Diagon Alley, just for this occasion. My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace.Reaching the seventh floor corridor, I paused outside the Room of Requirement, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then, with a trembling hand, I knocked three times.The door swung open and there he stood - Harry Potter himself, glasses glinting in the candlelight. His black hair was messier than usual, like he'd run his fingers through it a hundred times. The white shirt hugged