All Chapters of PORN-STURBATION: 50 Shades Of Forbidden Steamy Short Stories: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

As soon as the front door slammed, the air in the room changed. The "doctor" was gone. Only the predator remained. I looked down at Desiree. Her top half was still draped over the other side of the table, her hands clutching the empty chair where her husband had just been. But her bottom half was mine.I didn't wait. I grabbed her thighs and yanked her hips to the very edge of the table. "Now," I growled, my voice dropping into a deep, jagged rumble. "Let’s do this for real."I drove my hips forward with everything I had."AAAAAHHHH! DOCTOR! OH FUCK!" Desiree’s scream echoed off the cold tile walls. I buried my entire length inside her in one violent stroke. She was so tight that I felt her walls stretching, screaming under the pressure of my girth. I hit her depths so hard the exam table groaned and slid an inch across the floor."Look at you," I hissed, watching her pussy lips wrap tightly around my base. "You’ve been starved for this, haven't you? So fucking wet and desperate." I s

The house was buried in the heavy silence of 3:00 AM. A single shaft of moonlight cut through the hallway, illuminating the floating dust. Maya didn't see the light. Her eyes were open, but they were fixed on a dream world of warm waves and golden sunlight. She moved with a slow, swaying grace, her bare feet silent on the hardwood floor.She was wearing a tiny black silk camisole. The thin straps dug slightly into her soft shoulders, and the hem barely covered the curve of her hips. With every step, the silk shifted, brushing against her thighs."Mmm-nnn-gh..." A soft, airy moan escaped her parted lips. In her dream, she was searching for a pillar of heat, something solid to hold onto.Elias, her stepfather, was awake before she reached his door. He was a light sleeper, a man built of thick muscle and hard edges. He sat up in his dark room, his bare chest glistening faintly in the shadows. He heard footsteps on the floorboards. He stood up, his large frame filling the space. He was we

The house felt cold, even with the heater on. Steve sat in the living room, staring at the front door. It was nearly midnight. This was the third time this week. When the handle finally turned, Elena stumbled in. The smell of cheap gin hit the air before she even spoke. His wife was a drunkard, an alcoholic. No, it was not because she was depressed or not; it was a habit."You’re late again," Steve said, his voice flat."Save it, Steve," Elena hissed, swaying on her feet. Her hair was a bird’s nest, and her mascara was smeared. When he reached out to help her, she shoved his chest. "Get off me! I don't need your lecturing. I'm fine. I'm more than fine, I'm... I'm wonderful. Unlike this morgue you call a house. Go back to your chair, Steve. Go back to being boring. You just sit there like a statue, judging me with those dead eyes. It’s pathetic. You think you're so much better than me, but you're just a ghost."She tried to walk toward the stairs but tripped over her own heels. Steve w

The hospital was dead quiet. The clock on the wall of the intensive care unit ticked toward 2:00 AM. Nurse Grace stood at the station, her eyes heavy. She looked at the chart for Room 402. "Patient: Elias Destron. Admitted: Yesterday. Condition: Unconscious. Stable."Grace grabbed a basin of warm water and a fresh sponge. She needed to stay busy. She walked down the long, dim hallway. Her soft rubber soles made a squeak-squeak sound on the floor. She pushed open the heavy door to Room 402.The room was dark. The only light came from the glowing green lines of the heart monitor. Beep... beep... beep... It was a steady, rhythmic sound. Elias lay there. He was young, maybe Twenty-Seven. He had thick, dark hair and a jawline that looked like it was carved from stone. He was huge. His shoulders took up the whole width of the bed.Grace pulled the privacy curtain shut. "Time for your bath, Mr. Elias," she whispered. Professionally as her voice sounded loud in the small room.She reached f

Grace climbed back onto the bed. Her knees hit the mattress on both sides of Elias’s thick waist. She didn't wait. She grabbed his heavy, pulsing cock and lined it up. She sat down hard, taking all of him in one deep, wet slide."AAAAHHH! OH... YESSS!" Grace screamed. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The feeling was even better this time because Amber was watching. She started to move her hips in a fast, desperate circle. The sound of her wet skin hitting his thighs filled the room.Amber didn't just stand there. She leaned against the foot of the bed, her legs spread wide. Her hand moved fast between her own legs. Her fingers were a blur. She was rubbing her clit with a rhythmic, frantic energy."Ride him, Grace! Fuck him!" Amber hissed. Her voice was thick with lust. "Mmm-nnn-gh... he’s so... so thick... I can still feel him inside me… Slam that pussy down on him. Fuck him hard. He fucking loves it."Grace was a blur of motion. Her breasts swung wildly with every heavy thu