All Chapters of PORN-STURBATION: 50 Shades Of Forbidden Steamy Short Stories: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Dear Diary,It’s been a crazy month. Now, Living under the same roof as my father and his new wife, Lizzy, is like living in a pressure cooker. My father is a powerful man. He’s rich, he’s cold, and he doesn’t care about rules. He and Lizzy have a deal. They can sleep with whoever they want. It’s an "open marriage," they call it.But I’m not part of the deal. I’m just ShaQuan. I’m the son who is supposed to look the other way while they bring strangers into our home. But today, the walls felt too thin. Today, the games they play finally reached my bedroom door.I’m trying to stay in my lane. I really am. But when you’re a man with blood as hot as mine, and the woman living down the hall is a constant temptation, something has to snap.The room was hot. The only sound was the heavy, wet rhythm of skin hitting skin. I had a girl named Mia pinned to the mattress. I didn't care about her name an hour ago, and I don't care now. I just cared about the way she screamed.Thwack. Thwack. Thwac

***Dear Diary,***It is Day Two. My father has been gone for less than twenty-four hours, and this house already feels like a den of sin. I woke up today thinking I could play it cool. I thought I could just be the "man of the house" and keep my distance.I was wrong.Lizzy isn’t just a temptation anymore. She is a storm, and she is determined to pull me into the center of it. I saw things this morning that I can’t unsee. I heard sounds that are still ringing in my ears. The air in this mansion is thick, smelling like sweat and expensive perfume.I’m trying to hold on to my last thread of respect for my father, but it’s hard when the woman he calls his "baby" is actively hunting me. I’m a man. I have blood in my veins, and right now, that blood is boiling.I woke up to a sound that wasn't an alarm. It was a rhythmic, heavy thudding, followed by a high-pitched, breathless shriek."Oh! Oh, yes! Right there! Don't stop!"I knew that voice. It was Lizzy. I checked my watch—8:30 AM. My fat

Lizzy didn't wait for my permission. She dropped to her knees, the silk of the shirt pooling around her thighs as she looked up at me with those hungry eyes. Her head dipped with a smooth and practiced motion, and her warm lips wrapped around the head of my cock with a suction that felt like a vacuum.“Yessssss.” The shock of it made me hiss, my fingers tangling in her hair, knotted tightly in the strands as I tried to steady the sudden, violent surge of pleasure. She was skilled and intentional.She swirled her tongue around the sensitive underside, teasing the spot that always drove me crazy, her tongue flicking with a precision that turned my knees to water."Oh... Lizzy... fuck," I groaned. My head fell back against the kitchen cabinets, my breath coming in sharp, shallow stabs. She looked up at me, her eyes dark with hunger, and then she went deeper, took all of me, her throat accommodating my length with a wet, slippery slide. Each time she pulled back and down, I felt like I wa

The wall was cold, but the skin pressing against it was burning. I held her hips, my fingers digging into her sides as I hammered into her. She was whimpering, her forehead pressed against the plaster, her breath coming in short, jagged gasps."ShaQuan... oh, God... stop... no, don't stop!" she cried out. Her voice was thin, cracked by the intensity.I didn't answer. I just drove into her harder. The rhythm was primal. Each time I pulled back, the air hit my skin, and each time I thrust, I felt her inner walls milking me, pulling at my flesh like she was trying to swallow me whole. I watched the way her muscles rippled in her back, the way her hair stuck to her sweaty neck."Liz... zyy," I growled, my voice rough. "Ohhhh... I'm... I'm going to... AHH!"She hit her peak again, her knees buckling as she climaxed against the wall. She slumped forward, her body turning into dead weight. I held her up, my own release snapping like a whip. I finished with a series of hard, final thrusts, my

The tires screamed against the smoothly tarred road. Inside, the music was thumping, a heavy bass that rattled the windows. My mom, Rissa, was behind the wheel, her eyes glossy and a wild grin on her face. We had spent the last four hours at a beach bar, downing tequila shots like they were water. It was late and it was time to head home. I was in the passenger seat, my head spinning, laughing as the wind whipped my hair. "Mom, you're going like eighty!" I shouted over the music. "Live a little, Chloe!" she yelled back, checking the rearview mirror. Suddenly, the world turned red and blue. A siren wailed, a sharp, piercing sound that cut through our drunken fog. My mom slammed on the brakes, the car screeched to a halt on the dusty road. Two police officers stepped out of their cruiser, their heavy boots crunching on the gravel. They looked like giants in the dim streetlights, their faces hidden behind dark aviator shades even though it was nearly midnight. "License and re