All Chapters of TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

The top floor of the high-rise building was silent, except for the low hum of the air conditioner. Victoria sat behind her massive desk. She was the CEO, the alpha of the pack, and she usually had ice in her veins. But tonight, she was burning.A heat was radiating from deep inside her, a pulsing throb in her pussy that made it impossible to focus on spreadsheets. Her skirt was hiked up to her hips. Her legs were spread wide under the desk. Her fingers were buried deep inside herself, moving in a frantic, desperate rhythm.She leaned back, her designer heels digging into the carpet as she spread her knees even further. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth gritting as she felt her own slickness coating her knuckles. She wasn't being gentle. She was punishing herself for this hunger, her middle finger sliding in and out. Fast. She could feel the walls of her pussy clenching around her hand, desperately trying to find a relief that wouldn't come. She began to circle her thumb over her

Fred looked up at her, his face bright red. He swallowed hard, his throat moving as he tried to find his voice. "It’s... it’s eight inches, Ms. Victoria."Victoria’s eyes went dark. She felt a sharp, heavy throb between her legs that almost made her scream. She didn't want to hear about it anymore. She wanted to see it. She wanted to feel it stretching her apart."Prove it," she whispered, in a low, dangerous command. "Take off those cheap clothes, Fred. Every single stitch. I want to see exactly what I’m working with. Do it now."Fred scrambled to his feet. His hands were shaking so much he fumbled with his belt buckle, but he didn't stop. He stripped off his suit jacket, throwing it onto the expensive rug. He tore at his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Finally, he stepped out of his trousers and kicked away his boxers.Victoria’s breath hitched. Her eyes traveled down his body, landing on the heavy, pulsing length that was standing straight out from his l

The boardroom doors finally clicked shut. The footsteps of the confused executives faded down the hall. Victoria didn't wait. She reached under the table and grabbed Fred by his hair, pulling him out from between her legs. Her face was a deep, feverish red. Her eyes were wide and dark with a hunger that the licking had only made worse. "You think you’re funny, Fred?" she hissed, her voice a low, dangerous rasp. "You think you can make me lose control in front of my board and just walk away? Get up. Now." Fred scrambled to his feet. He was already hard, his trousers bulging so much the zipper looked like it was going to snap. Victoria didn't say another word. She stood up and began to tear at her own clothes. She ripped her grey suit jacket off, letting it fall to the floor like trash. She unbuttoned her silk blouse with shaking hands, her chest heaving as she exposed her lace bra. "Take it off, Fred," she commanded, her voice dropping an octave. "I want you skin-to-skin. I want ev

The feeling of him filling her up so suddenly was like a lightning bolt. He began to move with a raw, animal speed. Every thrust made the heavy headboard bang against the wall. Thud. Thud. Thud. The sound of their bodies meeting was wet and messy, echoing in the quiet master bedroom. "Ahhhhh fuckkkk!!!” Elena moaned. “ yes! just like that! break me!" She wailed, her eyes rolling back into her head. "Ahhh so big! you're hitting everything! don't stop! please don't stop!" The man let out a deep, jagged growl behind the black fabric of the mask. He was pounding into her with a relentless pace, a pace that would make him finish before time was up. His hips was a blur of motion. He reached down and grabbed her inner thighs, pulling them wider so he could sink even deeper into her heat. "ohhh... elena," the man moaned, his voice a low, vibrating rasp. "you're so tight, baby. you're clenching around me so hard. you're soaking wet for a man with a gun, aren't you?" "yes! ah! yes, Josh!

I stood on the curb, the humid night air clinging to my skin. My heart was already thumping against my ribs. Tonight was the night I pushed my slutty behavior to the limits. My name is Danniella, I'm 20 years old. Call me a slut. Right now, I'm in a mission. A sweet satisfying mission. An experiment to that could lead me to being fucked or… worse the cops for indecent behavior. Iwas a total slut for the thrill of being seen. And tonight I wanted to see how far I can go before the society snapped. Hehe. A yellow cab pulled up, the tires screeching slightly on the wet pavement. The driver rolled down the window. He looked like a regular guy, maybe in his late thirties, with a tired face and a baseball cap pulled low. "Where to, lady?" he asked, his voice gravelly. "The Carlton Hotel. Across town," I said, leaning down so he could see the low cut of my top. "How much?" "It’s a flat fifty this late," he muttered, glancing at his GPS. "Fine. Just drive," I replied, pulling open