All Chapters of PORN-STURBATION: 50 Shades Of Forbidden Steamy Short Stories: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"Mmm-nnn-gh... aah... Leo..." Leo let out a long, vibrating groan from deep in his chest. His eyes were still closed, but his body was waking up. His large hands moved instinctively, his fingers digging into the mattress as he felt the hot wetness of her body swallowing him.Maya let out a shaky breath. "Ohhh... Leo... you’re so... mmm... you’re so huge..."She pushed down further. She could feel the thick veins of his rod sliding against her internal walls, every ridge sending a jolt of electricity through her. She was halfway down now, her pussy crying out as it expanded to fit his massive girth."Ugh... mmm... tssss... yes..." Leo’s voice was a low, gravelly rasp. He began to thrust his hips upward, meeting her halfway. His mind was fully convinced this was just a masterpiece of a dream. "Mmm... so fucking tight... ugh... so wet...""Yes, Leo... it’s all for you," Maya whispered, her voice thick with lust. She gave one final, heavy push, her hips slamming against his. Thud. She was

"Maya, let go!" Leo rasped, his voice shaking. "I’m... I'm sorry... I... Fuck... this is wrong. Let me go.""No," she repeated, her grip on his waist tightening. She tilted her hips, making his cock swirl inside her. "Don't you think that this cock fits so perfectly, big brother?"“What?”She smirked wickedly. "I want to feel it inside me again. All of it."Leo’s head spun. "Again? What do you mean again?”She didn't respond. She just smiled—a kind of smile that meant a lot, sending signals of understanding to his brain.“Wait… Maya... you... so... you raped me? That night... you raped me while I was passed out?" He felt a flash of anger, his ego bruised by the idea that he had been handled like a toy.Maya let out a low, mocking giggle that turned into a moan as she felt him pulse inside her. "Rape? Leo, don't be dramatic. You held my waist so tight when I bounced on your cock. You arched your hips, thrusting deeper into me than I ever thought possible. You weren't a victim. I was."

West sat at the dining table, her heart still thumping like a drum. The house was full of the smell of roast chicken and the loud, happy voices of men. Marcus sat at one end of the table, smiling and opening a beer. Jax sat directly across from West. His massive frame made the wooden chair look like a toy.“Thanks for the food, West,” Marcus said, piling potatoes onto his plate. “I told Jax he had to stay. A man can’t drink on an empty stomach.”“It smells amazing,” Jax said. His voice was low and smooth. But he didn’t look at his plate while saying it. He looked straight at West.West tried to pick up her fork, but her hand was shaking. She could still feel the phantom heat of the vibrator between her legs. Every time she looked at Jax, she remembered him leaning over her. She remembered him calling her pussy beautiful. The word was sending shivers down her spine.“So, Jax,” Marcus started, “we should tell her about that crazy client from today.”As Marcus began to talk, West felt so

Jax pushed her softly back onto the bed. The mattress groaned under her weight. She parted her legs slightly. He didn't waste a second. He knelt between her open legs, his hands spreading them wider for himself. He took his time, staring at her glistening opening, watching it pulse with every breath she took. He reached out and parted her lips with his thumbs, exposing her bright pink, sensitive core.He moved his head down. He buried his face in her heat. His tongue was thick and rough. He began to lick her in long, heavy strokes from the bottom to the top.“Mmm-nnn-gh! Ohhh! Jax!” West cried out. Her hands flew to his hair, her fingers locking in the dark strands. She arched her back, her pussy pulsing against his mouth. “Ohhh yes… yes, right there… oh fuck Jax… ohh yes. Please… ohh fuck. Suck me. Right there oooh!”“Shhh,” Jax whispered against her wet skin. He looked up at her, his eyes dark and dangerous. “Bring your voice down, West. Marcus is right in the next room. He might he

"Is it... is it painful, Desiree?" I asked loudly, my voice dripping with fake concern. I waited, my tongue tracing the salt and honey on my lips."No..." Desiree gasped from the other side of the blue fabric. Her voice was thin, like she was running a marathon. "No, Doctor... it’s not painful. It’s just... intense."I smirked. I knew exactly how intense it was, and I was glad she was loving every second of that… ‘intensity.’ I leaned back in, burying my face into her soaking heat. I didn't just lick; I feasted. I took her clit between my lips and began to suck, a rhythmic, heavy pull that made her hips lift off the table.Fuck, she tasted so nice. And I swear I loved this. There is nothing compared to the taste of a woman who is trying to stay quiet for her husband. I could feel her pulsing against my tongue. I thought about how many women sat in this chair, bored with their husbands, just waiting for a man who knew how to handle them. Desiree was a goddess. She was so responsive, he