All Chapters of PORN-STURBATION: 50 Shades Of Forbidden Steamy Short Stories: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

"You’re a good pet, Antoinette. You know how to make a man feel wanted."He leaned in and kissed my neck. His lips were wet and warm. He bit down, just a little, right on the sensitive skin above my collarbone. I gasped, my head tilting back against the hard wood of the wall."Soft," he whispered against my skin. "Everything about you is so soft."He reached down and pulled the knot of my pants. The pants loosened and pooled down at my ankles instantly.His hand was slow. He dragged his palm up my thigh, his skin calloused and hot. He didn't rush. He traced the line of my inner leg with his thumb, pressing into the soft flesh. Every inch he covered made me shiver."Please," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper."Please what?" he teased. He found the edge of my panties and slid his fingers underneath. He circled my sensitive skin with his fingertips, teasing me, making me wait and whine for more. "You weren't so bold yesterday, were you?""Ahhh..." I moaned."Tell me exactly what you

Just a little, I told myself. Just to see how it feels. I instantly convinced myself it was a good idea.I couldn't help it. I climbed over, my knees straddling Fin’s waist. I was shaking, but the need was stronger than the fear. I lowered myself down, inch by inch, until the tip of that monster touched my entrance."Ah..." I breathed, the contact sending a shockwave through my hips. It was thick. It's sheer size pushing my folds wide apart. It felt like it was going to tear me, but the pressure was intoxicating. I circled the velvet-soft tip against my own wetness, watching as it parted me. I leaned back, resting my hands on Fin’s chest to keep my balance. I pushed down, just a little. The head of it slid into me, stretching me wide. My eyes fluttered shut, and a low, needy moan slipped from my throat. It was so full, so heavy, and so incredibly hot. I took a shaky, ragged breath as I allowed myself to sink another fraction. The sensation of being filled, of having something so so

Fin didn't stop. They moved lower, their tongue dancing against me with a rhythm that felt like a secret language. Every time their tongue swirled over my clit, a jolt of pure, white-hot electricity shot from my center straight to the base of my spine. I was writhing on the hard mattress, my hands tangled in the coarse fabric of my sheets. I could feel every flick, every wet drag of their tongue against my most sensitive nerves, sending me spiraling into a feverish haze of pure sensation."Yes! Right there! Oh, Fin! Ah, god, yes!" I shrieked, the sound echoing against the rough walls. I didn't care who heard. My body felt like it was humming, vibrating with a need so intense it made my vision blur. Their mouth was relentless, creating a vacuum of heat that made my skin flush and my breath hitch in my throat. I was drowning in the intensity of it, every nerve ending screaming for more.Fin didn't just lick; they savored. They used their lips to pull, their tongue to tease, tracing ever

Vicky pushed open the heavy doors of the top-floor office. The air inside was cool, smelling of expensive leather and her stepfather’s spicy cologne. Julian was sitting behind his massive desk, his eyes fixed on a glowing computer screen. He looked powerful in his dark suit, his tie perfectly straight, exuding the aura of the CEO of Jules Corporation."I’m here, Daddy!" Vicky said. Her voice was playful as she dropped her school bag on the plush carpet.Julian looked up, and a small smile broke his professional mask. "Vicky. You’re early. I didn't expect you for another hour.""What? You don't miss me?" she teased, walking toward him with a slow, swaying step. Her short plaid school skirt flared slightly with every movement."I do, of course," he said, his voice dropping an octave.As she reached his side, he didn't hesitate. He pulled the rolling chair back and tugged her onto his lap. Vicky let out a small giggle, settling against his sturdy frame. She could feel the strength in his

Rose’s bladder felt like it was about to burst. She stumbled into the crowded bar’s bathroom, her heels clicking frantically on the tile. The main stalls were all occupied, feet visible under every door, and the line was out the door. She couldn't wait.Her eyes darted to the side. A heavy oak door stood there with a small gold sign: STAFF ONLY.She looked left. Then right. No one was watching. She grabbed the handle, pushed it open, and slipped inside, letting out a sigh of relief. But as the door clicked shut behind her, the air in the room changed. It didn't smell like bleach and cheap soap. It smelled like expensive cologne, bourbon, and raw, heavy musk.Rose froze.The room was a private lounge. In the center was a wide, leather couch. Two men were lounging back, their legs spread wide. On the floor between their knees, two women were bent over, their heads moving in a steady, rhythmic motion. The sound of wet, messy suction filled the quiet room."Fuck," Rose gasped, her face tu