All Chapters of PORN-STURBATION: 50 Shades Of Forbidden Steamy Short Stories: Chapter 121 - Chapter 126

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