All Chapters of PORN-STURBATION: 50 Shades Of Forbidden Steamy Short Stories: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

My fingers stayed sunk into the soft flesh of her hip, holding her bent over in front of me. The short skirt had ridden up so high I could see the lace trim of her panties stretched across her perfect ass. For a long second, neither of us moved. Lena glanced back at me over her shoulder, her green eyes dark with heat. “Mr. Blackwood?” she whispered, her voice breathy. I slowly released her hip, letting my fingers drag across her curves as she straightened up. My cock was painfully hard. “You can go, Miss Voss,” I said, my voice rough. She gave me a small, knowing smile and left, with her hips swaying as she left. The rest of the day I couldn’t focus, even one bit. In the night, I prepared a fake document , a fabricated merger proposal with false but tempting numbers. If she was a spy, she would take the bait. “Lena, I need you to take this file to the legal team downstairs. It’s highly confidential. Do not open it.” She took the folder, her fingers brushing mine deliberately.

I gripped the edge of my old mattress, my knuckles turning white as the rusty springs groaned beneath me. The heavy, rhythmic thuds of Mr. Harrison’s body slamming against mine vibrated through my entire apartment. He was a big, sweaty man in his late fifties, and right now, he was pounding into me with a brutal, uncaring force. "Augh! Oh god... mmm-nnn-gh... ahhh!" A sharp, ragged moan escaped my lips, echoing off the bare walls of my bedroom.This had been going on for over six months now. Every single month, like clockwork, he would show up at my door. Not with a rent receipt, but with his belt already unbuckled. I closed my eyes tight, trying to block out the sight of his stained undershirt and the smell of his cheap cologne, but my mind instantly drifted back to the rainy afternoon when this nightmare first started.I remembered standing in the middle of this exact living room, tears streaming down my face. My bank account was completely empty, and the final eviction notice was

When the man had finished, everywhere was quiet. The only sound in the small bedroom was the heavy, ragged breathing coming from Mr. Harrison and the low, steady hum of the old refrigerator in the kitchen. I lay completely still on the messy mattress, my chest heaving up and down. My skin was flushed, hot, and coated in a sticky mix of sweat and the warm semen he had just poured out onto the sheets and my stomach.Mr. Harrison stood up, grunting as he adjusted his clothes and pulled his trousers up over his thick waist. He buttoned his pants loosely, then turned his gaze toward the corner of the room. He looked straight at Julian, who was still sitting in the plastic armchair, motionless but completely tense.A slow, wicked grin spread across the older man's sweaty face. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head."Seems like you had a good show, Juli," Mr. Harrison said, his voice loud and rough in the quiet space.Julian cleared his throat, his face still a dark shade of red, but he

"Tell me the truth, Ann. Do you love how full my cock makes you feel?""Yes... ahhh... mmm-ph! It's so big... ohhh god, Julian... yes! Fuck me... just fuck me hard... aughhh!"I was completely broken. I bucked my hips up off the bed, meeting every single one of his heavy thrusts, completely addicted to the raw power of him inside me. His face twisted in raw lust as he kept up the brutal pounding."Yeah, take it all," Julian panted heavily, his breath hot against my cheek. His pace began to speed up, turning from a slow grind into a fast, frantic pounding that made the old bed frame creak loudly. "Squeeze me with that tight pussy. Show me how much you want to keep this apartment.""Ahhh! Ohhh! Right there... faster... Julian... mmm-nnn-gh... fuck... I'm going to cum... ahhh!"My voice was high-pitched and frantic. I could feel the familiar, intense tension building up rapidly at the base of my spine again. My internal walls started to flutter and twitch violently around his thick shaft

My feet were killing me to the core. I kicked off my heels the second I stepped into the house, groaning as my sore toes finally touched the cool marble floor. I had spent the entire day running around, trying to buy back shares before Victor Lang and his people destroyed everything I had built with my husband. I was exhausted but happy I was finally home and was going to see my husband because he had left work early. “Babe?” I called out. “I managed to get some shares back today. It’s not much, but we’re fighting this.” But there was no answer from him, only silence. I walked toward our bedroom, unbuttoning my blouse. Maybe I could surprise him with the good news. The door was slightly open. I pushed it gently… and froze. My husband was bent over the bed, pants around his ankles, fucking one of those old rich widows from his social circle. She was moaning loudly as he thrust into her from behind, gripping her hips. My stomach dropped. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I just