Semua Bab PORN-STURBATION: 50 Shades Of Forbidden Steamy Short Stories: Bab 271 - Bab 280

I stood nervously at the grand entrance of Blackwood Manor, clutching my small suitcase tightly with both hands. The mansion was even more intimidating in person than it had looked in the photos. It had tall stone walls, perfectly manicured gardens, and floor to ceiling windows, which could give a perfect view of the city. At nineteen, I had never worked in a place like this before. I had spent most of my life in our small village, helping my mother with chores and learning how to be a proper, modest girl. But now I was here as the new live-in maid.Mr. Damien Blackwood, was the owner of the estate, he was a very wealthy and powerful man. Everyone in the village spoke about him with a mixture of respect and fear. They said he was cold, demanding, and extremely handsome. When the agency told me I had been selected for the position, my mother had been both proud and worried.“Be a good girl, Elara,” she had warned me before I left. “Keep your head down, do your work, and stay pure. Men

The next few days became a really slow kind of torture, because Mr. Blackwood always kept finding reasons to keep me close to him. He asked me to bring him tea in his study, and even to help him choose which tie to wear for meetings, even to organize his wardrobe while he watched from the doorway; every single interaction felt filled with unspoken tension. His eyes would linger on my body a little longer than necessary, and his hand would brush against mine when I handed him something. Once, when I was dusting the shelves in his bedroom, he stood so close behind me that I could feel the heat radiating from his body against my back. I was constantly wet, and I couldn't just stop the slickness between my thighs whenever I saw him. Almost every night I would lie in my small bed touching myself, imagining it was his hands instead of mine. I always felt guilty and ashamed… but I couldn’t stop. The more he teased me with his presence every day, the more I craved him. Presently, I was tu

That same evening, after Vanessa’s teasing left me rock hard and frustrated, I couldn’t take it anymore. Mom had gone to bed early, complaining about a headache, and Vanessa had disappeared into the guest room. I needed relief, and I needed it so badly. I texted Sophie, a girl I’d been seeing casually. She snuck in through the back door like we’d done before. We barely made it to the upstairs bathroom before clothes started coming off. The second the door clicked shut, Sophie dropped to her knees and pulled my cock out. She took me deep into her mouth, sucking with enthusiasm. I groaned, gripping the sink as her tongue swirled around the head. “Fuck, you’re so hard tonight,” she murmured, looking up at me. I didn’t answer, all I did was just closed my eyes and let her work, imagining someone else’s mouth instead. Someone older and more forbidden_Venessa I pulled her up, turned her around, and bent her over the sink. She braced her hands on the counter, arching her back as

I was deep in a dream, drifting through a hazy, warm fog. My mom and vanessa had gone out hours ago. I had played my games and now, I was just here. Deep in the land of sleepmI felt a familiar heat, a rhythmic pressure that made my hips twitch against the mattress. Mmm... I let out a low moan, my eyes still closed. I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me, a leftover memory from the night before. But then, the pressure tightened. A soft, slick palm wrapped around the base of my cock and slid upward, pulling the skin tight. "Mmm-nnn-gh..." I groaned, my head tossing on the pillow. The sensation was too real, too electric. My eyes snapped open, and the sunlight hitting the bedroom wall told me it was late afternoon.I looked down. Vanessa was sitting on the edge of my bed. She was wearing a silk robe that hung loosely off one shoulder. Her hand was buried under the covers, moving in a slow, expert stroke that had my cock straining toward the ceiling. "Morning, sleepyhead,"

Marcus just smiled at me, and he was as calm as ever, even with the big coffee stain spreading across his once white shirt. “No worries, sweetheart. It’s nothing much, it's only coffee. I’ll just change later.” He looked at me a little closer, his brow furrowing slightly. “You okay this morning? You look a bit flushed. Did you sleep alright?” I forced a small smile, with my face still burning. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… had a really weird dream, that’s all.” Before he could ask anything else concerning the dream, the doorbell rang. I jumped at the sound, really grateful for the sudden interruption. “That must be Alex,” Marcus said, nodding toward the front door. “He mentioned he’d stop by today. Go say hi, don't worry I’ll clean all of this up.” I nodded quickly and hurried out of the kitchen, my heart still racing and my thighs slick and sticky under my thin nightgown that clung to my body. Alex had been my best friend since we were just kids. He was the only person I trusted with my