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

I stumbled back into my cell, my legs feeling like jelly. The shame and the residual heat from the showers burned under my skin. I didn't care about the other inmates or the guards anymore. I just wanted to be alone. I collapsed onto my thin mattress, my hands shaking as I pulled my pants up.I needed this. I needed to drown out the memory of Frank. I lay back, my head spinning, and I slid my hand between my legs. My skin was still slick and raw. My fingers found my clit, rubbing in slow, circular motions that sent tiny sparks of fire through my stomach. "Ah... god," I whimpered, the sound lost in the small, dim room.I couldn't stop. I pressed harder, my middle finger diving into my own heat, stretching me, feeling the ache there that only I could reach. "Yes... just like that," I breathed, my hips beginning to rock on their own. My breath started to hitch, becoming short, jagged gasps. I was rubbing faster now, my movements frantic, my own fingers slick with my juices. "Ah! Yes!..."

I stood there in the dark, my breath still coming in ragged gasps. The closet was quiet, the air thick with the smell of us. I pulled my pants up with trembling fingers, trying to hide the mess I was in."Well, that was a lot."I jumped, my heart leaping into my throat. I turned, and there was Fin, leaning against the cold stone of the supply room wall. They were watching me, a smirk playing on their lips. In their hand, they were stroking something dark and hard—it looked twice the size of Danny’s, pulsing and thick."What are you doing here?" I hissed, my face burning with shame.Fin didn't stop stroking. They just leaned closer, their eyes scanning my body like I was a piece of meat. "I've been watching from that crack in the wall since Danny shoved you in here. Honestly? It was hot as hell. You looked good on your knees."I ignored them, keeping my eyes fixed on the door. "Stop it, Fin. Seriously. This isn't a joke.""Who said I'm joking?" Fin teased, their voice dropping to a smo

It was morning. Over the past four days in this prison, if there’s one thing I was getting used to, it was waking up early. Because any moment from now, the bell would ring, and I didn’t want to be dragged out by the guards.I sat up, my head heavy with the memory of the night before. Guilt washed over me again and again.I looked over at Fin, and they were still on their cot, stretching. I couldn’t look at them. I turned away, gripping my blanket, and started smoothing my bed as if my life depended on it.Then,"No good morning?" Fin asked, their voice low and laced with that mocking edge. "Antoinette," they called.I ignored them."Is it just me, or do you look a little frazzled, sweetheart? Or maybe... satisfied?" they asked again.I didn’t answer. I just kept my head down, folding my sheets with shaky hands. I needed to act normal. I needed to be the cold cellmate I’d been since they arrived.Fin moved. I heard the footsteps behind me. A shadow fell over my bed, and suddenly, I fe

Night fell over the cell block like a heavy, suffocating blanket. The prison was finally quiet, save for the distant clanking of pipes and the occasional, sharp shout from a guard patrolling down the hall. I lay on my thin, uncomfortable cot, staring up at the peeling shadows on the ceiling. I couldn’t stop tossing and turning. My skin felt too tight, like there was a constant, low-frequency hum of electricity under my flesh that just wouldn’t go away.I looked over at Fin. They were lying on their back, hands behind their head, staring at the wall with a blank expression. They hadn’t said a single word to me since we got back from the evening work detail. They were acting cold, distant, and it was driving me absolutely insane.My mind kept drifting back to that morning. I could still feel the heavy, stretching weight of them, the way they filled every single corner of me until I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't exist as anyone other than theirs. The guilt should have been t

Julian was relentless. He pulled back until he was almost out, then slammed forward with everything he had. The sound of their bodies hitting was like thunder in the quiet office. He was a machine, his breath coming in jagged, animalistic gasps. He started to vary the tempo, grinding his hips in a slow, agonizing circle before resuming the rapid, piston-like strikes that made her vision blur. He reached out to grab the edge of the desk for leverage, his muscles corded and shaking from the effort of maintaining such a brutal speed."Take it," he growled, his voice thick and unrecognizable. "Take all my cock, Vicky.""I can't... oh god... it’s too much!" she cried out, though her legs only tightened around his waist. The friction was building into a fever pitch, the heat between them nearly unbearable. Julian leaned down, his teeth grazing her collarbone as he let out a low, guttural grunt with every thrust. He wanted her to feel the full weight of him, the sheer power of his possession