Lahat ng Kabanata ng PORN-STURBATION: 50 Shades Of Forbidden Steamy Short Stories: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Juliet.I reached down with a trembling hand. My legs were locked open in those cold metal stirrups, leaving me completely exposed to the three men watching from their leather chairs. I felt nauseous, but the fear of the "organ harvest" threat kept my fingers moving.Slowly, I touched myself. My fingers were shaking so much I could barely feel my own skin at first. I started with small, light circles around my clit."Open it up, Juliet," the brother with the blonde hair commanded, leaning forward. "Use two fingers. I want to see what that pussy looks like inside."I did as I was told. I took a deep breath and slid two fingers to my folds, parting them to reveal my inner walls.“Fuck… look at that.. you weren't wrong at all,” the blonde brother said, not looking at who he was talking to. “Man, that pussy is so pink. Can you see that clit? I think she's enjoying this,” the blonde hair said with a smirk.I swallowed hard; then, my hand moved to my clit, rubbing it slowly. Fuck. I know I'

The blonde brother didn't care that I was gagging. He kept his hand buried in my hair, using it like a handle to pump my head back and forth. His cock was a thick, hot pillar that filled every corner of my mouth."Mmm-phmm! Nnn-gh!" I tried to breathe through my nose, but the scent of him—musk, expensive soap—was overwhelming.He pulled out just enough to let me gasp for air, his thumb hooking into the corner of my mouth to stretch it wider. "Look at me, Juliet. Look at your master."I looked up, my eyes swimming with tears. His blonde hair was messy, falling over his forehead as his eyes glazed over with pleasure. He shoved back in, hitting the back of my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut, my hands clutching his thighs for balance. At this point, I just wished and prayed I wouldn't throw up."Yeah... take it... all of it," he moaned. His hips began to move faster. I could feel the tension building in his body. He let out a long, shaky breath, his fingers tightening their grip on my sca

PUBLIC BUS.The bus was a nightmare. It was the last one heading out for the night, and it was packed. People were squeezed together like sardines in a tin. The air was thick with the smell of old upholstery, exhaust fumes, and too many bodies. I was standing in the middle of the aisle, gripped tight to a metal pole just to keep from falling.Every time the bus hit a pothole, everyone jolted.Suddenly, I felt a chest press against my back. I turned to see who, but the space was too little; I couldn't see the face, but I knew from the large frame it was a man—a total stranger. I could also feel him towering behind me, and I could feel the heat radiating off him.Because the bus was so crowded, there was almost nowhere for me to move. I was wearing a short, thin gown that barely reached mid-thigh. As the bus swayed and shook, I felt him shift, moving closer to me. At that moment, I realized he wasn't just standing there. He was rubbing himself against my ass!The fuck? What is this man

He walked toward the bed ignoring me completely. his footsteps silent on the carpet. He was wearing nothing but a pair of loose cotton pajama pants. In the moonlight, I could see the muscles of his chest and the dark hair leading down into his waistband. "I couldn't sleep, June," he rasped. He sat on the edge of the mattress. The bed dipped under his weight. "Knowing you were right down the hall... it's driving me crazy." "You have a wife right down the hall," I hissed, pulling the duvet up to my chin. "Go back to Sarah. Right now. If she wakes up and finds you here, my life is over. Your life is over." "Relax… She took a sleeping pill. She won't wake up until noon," Mark said. He reached out to touch my leg through the covers, but I kicked his hand away. "I don't care! You can't be in here. We talked about this. It’s done, this game is over Mark. I’m not that eighteen-year-old girl you used to sneak around with anymore." Mark leaned closer, his eyes locked onto mine. "You say th

"Just the cap?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "If you put it all in, I’m calling it off. I mean it, Mark.""Just the cap. I swear," he said, a look of relief washing over his face."And it's the last time," I added, trying to be firm. "When next you're horny, you go to your wife. Don't come to my room. Am I clear?""Yes. Perfectly clear," he said.He turned me around so I was facing the wall. I leaned my forehead against the wet tiles, my heart hammering. I felt his large hands grip my waist, pulling my hips back toward him. The tip of his cock poked at my opening. Damn… and I was already so wet that he slid against me easily."Mmm-hmmm... tssss..." I bit my lip as the heat of him touched my sensitive skin.Slowly, very slowly, he began to push. He did exactly what he said. He only pushed the head of his cock inside me. It was so thick that even just the cap stretched me wide. He stayed right there at the entrance, rubbing the head of himself against my walls."Ohhh... Mark... a