All Chapters of PORN-STURBATION: 50 Shades Of Forbidden Steamy Short Stories: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

The sting on my backside was still burning when he moved. He didn't give me a second to recover. He kept me pinned against the cold, hard metal of the cab, my chest pressed against the yellow paint. I could hear the wind whistling across the empty highway, but the only thing I could feel was his heat. "You want to play games in my backseat?" he growled, his voice a low, jagged rasp right against my ear. "You want to show off for me? Well, now you’re going to see what happens when you get exactly what you’re asking for." He dragged my panties one powerful pull that would definetly leave red marks on me. “Ouch!” I screamed again. He pulled the piece off. Throwing it to nowhere. He reached down and fumbled with his belt. I heard the heavy click of the buckle and the sliding of a zipper. A moment later, I felt his thick, pulsing length pressing directly against my opening. He was massive—hot, hard, and ready to break me. He grabbed my hips with both hands, his fingers digging into my

The door to the changing room creaked open, and Mr. Brown shoved me inside. It was dark, smelling of sweat and old rubber. The only light came from the high, dusty windows. He didn't say a word as he kicked the door shut. He locked it with a loud click. I turned around, my face still stinging from his slap. My heart was thumping against my ribs. I had no idea what he wanted to do to me but my mind wasn't far from thinking this was going to be a fuck session. Mr. Brown stepped toward me, his shadow stretching across the tiled floor. He looked taller here. Even… Meaner. "You think you’re so smart, Daniella?" he hissed, his voice echoing off the lockers. "You think you can just play with yourself in my cafeteria and walk away?" "Sir... it was an experiment," I whispered, my voice shaking. “What?” He laughed, a cold, jagged sound. "An experiment. Well, let’s see how you handle the result of your slurry experiment. Strip. Now." I didn't argue. My fingers were trembling as I unbutto

Amy stared at him, her breath coming in short, jagged gasps. The silence in the room was heavy, thick with a tension she couldn't escape. She didn't know how these people knew. But with the comments of these women back there, and what this man was saying now, something told her that these people already knew her financial status. Even if she didn't know how. Amy sat in the cold leather chair. Her face was bright red. She looked down at her lap, her hands shaking. "I... I don’t know, sir," she whispered. Her voice was so small it almost got lost in the big room. "I’ve never been asked that. I don't know if I'm... tight." The interviewer leaned back. He didn't look shocked. He looked bored, like he was checking a list. "I know you don’t know, Amy," he said. He pointed to a long, black leather examination table against the wall. It looked like something from a doctor’s office, but much more expensive. "Get on that table. I need to check for myself. I can't hire someone based on a guess

Amy stood by the edge of the large bed, her legs shaking and her skin still glistening with the son’s mess. She looked at the CEO sitting on that velvet couch. He looked like a king waiting for his prize. The orange eviction notice back home felt like a bad dream now. If she did this right, she wouldn’t just pay rent—she would own the building. She wanted this so much she could taste it. "I said come here, Amy," the CEO growled. His voice was deep and steady. She walked. She wanted that money too much to play shy now. She reached the couch and looked down at his massive, dark length. It was pulsing, thick with veins, and looked twice as big as his son’s. She felt a sharp, electric throb deep inside her just looking at it. Her heart was beating fast. She stood right in front of him, her breath hitching as she saw how thick he was. He reached out and grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer until her heat was pressing against his stomach. "Sit, Amy. Sink this cock into that hotness. Sh

Zoe The fluorescent lights of the airport were too bright and giving me a massive headache. I stood quietly by the luggage carousel, my two oversized suitcases looking like two small mountains at my feet. My name is Zoe, I'm 20, I had just finished school a few weeks ago, and my parents decided I needed a "change of environment." That was code for: Go live with your step-brother for a while and stay out of trouble and keep yourself busy. Now, the thing is, I hadn't seen Zeth in three years at all. The last time we spoke, we nearly got into a fistfight over who got the last slice of pizza on the kitchen table. "Move it, loser. I don’t have all night." I looked up slowly. And I saw him. Zeth. He was standing there, looking annoyingly tall and way too fit in a black hoodie and dark jeans. He didn't offer a hug. He didn't even smile at me. He just kicked one of my bags with his sneaker like it annoyed him. "Too bad to see you too, jerk," I snapped, folding my arms tightly across m