All Chapters of PORN-STURBATION: 50 Shades Of Forbidden Steamy Short Stories: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The office was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the steady, rhythmic thwack of skin hitting skin. Grace’s face was pressed against the cold, hard wood of the desk. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her cheeks were wet with tears. At first, the pain in her backside was all she could feel. It was sharp and hot, like a knife.But as the older man kept pushing, something started to change. He didn't slow down. He didn't show any mercy. He just kept hammering into her, his heavy weight slamming against her over and over. Slowly, the sharp sting began to fade. It turned into a deep, throbbing heat. Her body was forced to open up. It was forced to take him.Beside her, Amber’s loud, jagged screams were starting to soften. They turned into shaky, broken whimpers. Grace felt her own cries dying down too. Her throat was sore from yelling. Now, she just let out short, airy gasps with every thrust."Mmm-nnn-gh... hhh... ahhh..." Grace moaned into the wood.The men didn't stop. They wer

The storage closet behind the gym was hot and cramped. The smell of old floor wax and rubber balls was thick, but Ms. Courtney didn't care. She was pressed against a stack of wrestling mats, her floral skirt hiked up to her waist. Behind her, a senior student was breathing hard, his hands digging into her hips."Ohhh! Yes! Right there! Faster!" Courtney wailed. Her voice echoed off the metal lockers. The student didn't say a word. He just hammered into her with a raw, steady rhythm. Slap. Slap. The sound of their wet skin colliding was the only music in the room. Courtney’s head thrashed back and forth. "Mmm-nnn-gh! Fill me up! Oh god, yes! Deep! Deep! Deep!"She took every inch of him, her body arching with every heavy thrust. She didn't need a boyfriend. She didn't need to be lonely. This was an all-boys school, and Courtney was the most popular subject on the curriculum. After a final, violent shudder, the boy finished, his hot breath hitting the back of her neck.Courtney strai

Courtney’s hand was a blur of motion inside his waistband. Her palm was slick with the heat of him, and she kept her grip tight, moving in a fast, punishing rhythm. Her thumb circled the sensitive tip with a cruel precision, dragging the moisture across his skin until every stroke felt like a jolt of electricity. She didn't just move; she squeezed. The friction was intense, making Dax’s breath come out in broken, high-pitched whistles. His eyes were squeezed shut so tight that all he saw was darkness. He tried to stay silent, but every time her palm slid down to the base and snapped back up, a muffled, guttural moan escaped his throat. It was a wet, heavy sound—the sound of a man losing his mind. He was vibrating, his knees knocking together under the desk as the pressure built into a mountain of white-hot heat."Oh... oh shit... Courtney..." Dax gasped. His head thrashed against her shoulder, his teeth gritting so hard his jaw ached. He was hovering right on the edge, his body wound

The classroom was quiet, the only sound being the low, rhythmic drone of an audiobook playing from the speakers at the front. The boys sat with their heads down, pens moving across paper as they took notes on the literature assignment. Ms. Courtney walked through the rows, her body aching from the night before. Every step reminded her of the cold metal of her car and the strength of the boy sitting in the back corner.Dax didn't have his pen out. He was leaned back, watching Courtney with a sharp gaze, his mind wandering as he thought of the million things he could do to that hot woman. He waited until she was just a few feet away before he raised his hand."Ms. Courtney," he called out, his voice loud enough to make a few students glance up. "I think I’ve finally got the hang of this. Can you come check what I’ve written? I want to make sure the 'tone' is exactly what you’re looking for."Courtney felt a shiver of fear and excitement run down her spine. She walked to his desk, leanin

Jerry.The neighborhood was quiet, but my mind was a storm of heat and bad ideas. Jinna had stumbled over to my house an hour ago, smelling like sweet vodka and cheap perfume.She was my neighbor’s daughter, barely legal, and currently passed out on my leather sofa. She was fast asleep, her breathing deep and rhythmic.I stood over her, my heart thumping. Her short skirt had ridden up high, and her legs were sprawled wide, exposing a pair of tiny, white cotton panties. That sight was like a punch to my gut. As a bachelor with needs, seeing her like that—vulnerable, open, and beautiful—was more than I could handle.I took slow, silent steps toward the sofa. Each creak of the floorboard felt like a gunshot. I reached out, my hand trembling as I hooked two fingers into the edge of her cotton panties. I shifted them slowly to the side, exposing her soft, pink folds."Fuck."I stood there for a long moment, just staring. She was perfect. The skin was so pale and smooth, glistening slightly