All Chapters of PORN-STURBATION: 50 Shades Of Forbidden Steamy Short Stories: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Later that afternoon, I went to my husband’s personal assistant’s small office down the hall. Mark had seen everything — the kiss with Victor. I needed to make sure he kept his mouth shut. And I knew the perfect way to do that, for sure he couldn't resist such an offer. I was sure of that. I pushed the door open quietly without knocking. Mark looked up from his desk, eyes widening when he saw me. “Mrs. Voss… I… I saw nothing. I swear.” I closed the door behind me and smiled. “Oh, I know you saw something,” I said softly, walking toward him. I sat down on his lap, straddling him. He froze, his breathing fast. I tilted his jaw with my manicured fingers, forcing him to look at me. “Eyes on me,” I whispered. “I know what you saw.” He swallowed hard. “I didn’t see anything.” I leaned in closer, my lips brushing his ear. “Don’t pretend.” I slid down from his lap, slowly kneeling between his legs. My hands moved to his belt, unzipping his pants with deliberate care. His cock spra

“I won’t.” The words had barely left my lips before Victor’s control shattered. He grabbed me, pulled me flush against him, and kissed me like a man possessed. His mouth claimed mine, deep and demanding, his tongue sliding against mine with raw hunger. I moaned into the kiss, my hands fisting his shirt as he backed me toward the wall. “You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he growled against my lips, biting my lower lip before soothing it with his tongue. He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me down the hallway into a hidden room at the end of the penthouse; his playroom. The lights were low, the walls were dark. I caught glimpses of sleek black furniture, ropes, cuffs, a padded bench, and a large St. Andrew’s cross. My heart raced with a mix of nerves and excitement. Victor set me down and stepped back, his eyes dark with lust. “Strip,” he commanded, voice low and authoritative. “Slowly.” I obeyed, sliding the dress off my shoulders,

After Lira left me standing there wrecked against that tree, I tried to pull myself together. I walked for a while, telling myself I was still in control. That I could steer this day back toward actual research.That’s when I heard the soft sound of running water and remembered the rumors about the sacred spring.People said a woman named Selene looked after it, she was someone spiritual, gentle, and rarely seen by outsiders. If I was going to salvage any credibility today, interviewing her seemed like the perfect opportunity.I followed the sound until the trees opened up into a beautiful clearing. Crystal water bubbles from a natural spring, surrounded by smooth stones and blooming flowers.And there she was.Selene stood in the shallow water, completely naked, rinsing her long black hair. She had an almost ethereal beauty; soft curves, pale skin that glowed in the daylight, full breasts, and a gentle, serene presence. When she noticed me, she didn’t startle. She simply smiled, calm

My stomach had been growling for hours.I hadn’t eaten properly since leaving the city, I just ate dry bread and water on the road. The moment I stepped into the bustling market square, the smell of grilled meat, fresh herbs, and warm flatbread hit me like a wave. I followed it until I found a small food stall tucked between two wooden stalls.The woman running it was breathtaking.She stood behind the grill completely naked except for a thin leather apron tied low on her hips.The apron barely covered the front of her thighs, leaving the smooth curve of her ass and the sides of her hips exposed.Her body was strong and curvy; full, heavy breasts with soft pink nipples, a soft belly, wide hips, and thick thighs.A small silver ring pierced her navel, catching the sunlight. Another delicate ring glinted from her left nipple. Her dark hair was tied up messily, a few strands sticking to her sweaty neck from the heat of the grill.She looked up as I approached, wiping her hands on a cloth

I decided to visit the village school the next morning since I heard people talk about it. The moment I stepped into the open pavilion, every head turned. Children paused their games. Teachers stopped mid-sentence. All eyes locked on me…the only person still wearing clothes in a place where nudity was completely normal. I felt their stares pressing on my shoulders. The contrast felt heavy, almost suffocating, as the morning breeze ruffled my heavy denim and cotton while they stood unbothered, completely bare to the elements. A few kids whispered. Of course they will. One older woman shook her head with a small, pitying smile. A young man smirked like I was some strange creature. I tried to ignore the attention and approached one of the teachers. “So, you’re the clothed stranger everyone's talking about” she said, her voice calm and melodic. “Are you here to observe?” Do I always have to be called the clothed stranger? Is it really that weird to wear clothes? I cl