All Chapters of PORN-STURBATION: 50 Shades Of Forbidden Steamy Short Stories: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

The mansion had been in absolute chaos the entire day. There were lots of flowers being delivered in huge expensive boxes, and the wedding planner was busy shouting instructions left and right. Everyone was running around trying to make sure tomorrow would be the perfect wedding for Sarah_my best friend. Who had currently gone out to get a set of matching and sexylingerie for her wedding night. And it was totally my idea.I had been helping wherever I could, adjusting the centerpieces, checking on the cake and making sure the bridesmaids’ and bride’s dresses were ready. My feet were basically killing me to the core right now, but I didn’t really mind it. Sarah was my best friend, and I wanted everything to go so well and perfect for her, and a foot ache couldn't stop me I was in the middle of pinning a hem on one of the bridesmaid dresses when Ethan’s best man and best friend, Mike, came jogging up to me, looking stressed and a little out of breath. Overworking himself to make eve

The house was quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the click of Flora’s heels on the hardwood. Her husband, Mark, was standing by the front door, adjusting his security uniform. He looked tired. He always looked tired."Another double shift, honey," Mark said, leaning in to give her a dry, quick peck on the cheek. "The plant is short-staffed. I probably won’t be back until seven in the morning."Flora forced a supportive smile. "It’s okay, Mark. I know you’re working hard for us. Just... try to stay awake, alright?""I will. Lock the door behind me." He waved and stepped out into the cool night air.Flora watched his car pull out of the driveway. As soon as the red taillights faded, her smile vanished. She didn't feel lonely. She felt hungry. She reached into her silk robe pocket and pulled out her phone. She sent a single word to a number she had saved as ‘Plumber’.Now.She didn't have to wait long. Ten minutes later, a low-profile black sedan pulled up. A tall man in a d

Dax smiled, a slow, wicked grin that showed he knew exactly what she wanted. He grabbed her by the wrist and led her up the stairs toward the master bathroom. Flora’s legs felt heavy, like jelly, but the heat between her thighs was still burning.They stepped into the bathroom. The room was dark, lit only by the pale moonlight coming through the small window. Dax didn't say a word. He reached over and turned the shower handle all the way to the right. The sudden blast of cold water hitting the tiled floor sounded like heavy rain."Get in," Dax commanded.Flora stepped under the spray. The icy water hit her skin, making her gasp out loud. "Mmm-ph! It’s... it’s freezing!" She shivered, her nipples turning into hard points as the water drenched her hair, sticking the dark strands to her face and neck.Dax stepped in right behind her. He didn't care about the cold. He grabbed her waist from behind and flattened her body against the freezing tile wall. "You said you wanted strength, right?

I stood there frozen, my heart hammering, as the king’s question hung in the air; it was thick and heavy. The weight of the question resting heavy on my shoulder.“Tell me,” he repeated, his voice low and velvet-rough, “what exactly were you staring at?”I couldn’t answer him at this point. My mouth was dry, my cheeks were burning. I stood there frozen, my eyes locked on his perfect naked body, that still had water still dripping down his chest and solid abs. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could probably hear it from where he stood.King Elias stepped out of the bath completely, not bothering to cover himself with any piece of clothing. He moved with the easy confidence of a man who knew he owned everything in sight including me in that moment. He stopped just a few feet away, he was so close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his skin.“You’re trembling,” he said softly. “Are you afraid of me, Xena?”I shook my head, then nodded, then shook it again. I didn’t k

I slipped into the throne room wearing the short skirt he had secretly requested earlier today. The fabric barely reached mid-thigh, and I had left the top three buttons of my blouse undone, just like he wanted. Every step I took made me feel exposed, my breasts were nearly spilling out, my nipples already hard against the thin material. The palace was quiet but not empty, because there were still guards patrolling the halls. And it made all of this feel risky. King Elias sat on the throne, legs spread, crown slightly crooked on his dark hair. The moment the heavy doors closed behind me, he told me to step forward with his finger. “Come here, little one.” I walked to him on shaky legs. He pulled me close, then turned me around and bent me over the throne. My hands gripped the arms of the throne as he yanked my short skirt up around my waist, exposing my bare ass and soaked pussy. My undone blouse hung open, my breasts spilling out completely. “Such a good little servant,” he gro