All Chapters of PORN-STURBATION: 50 Shades Of Forbidden Steamy Short Stories: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The sound of Sarah’s footsteps on the stairs was like a drumbeat of doom. Each heavy thud on the wood made my heart hammer against my ribs. "Mark, stop! Pull out! Get out!" I hissed in a panicked whisper. I tried to push against his chest, but he was like a mountain of wet muscle. He didn't pull out. In fact, he stayed buried deep inside me, his hands tightening on my hips. He was shaking, his jaw clenched so hard the bone popped. He was right on the edge of coming, and the risk seemed to be making him even harder. "I can't... stay still," he mouthed, his eyes dark and wild. The bedroom door creaked open. "June? Are you in here?" Sarah’s voice was right outside the bathroom. I had no choice. If I didn't answer, she’d come in. I pulled the shower curtain slightly and poked my head out of the glass door, just enough so she could see my face. Mark was still behind me, his lower half still connected to mine under the spray of the water. "Hey! Yeah, I'm just... I'm in the shower!" I y

My phone buzzed in my purse as I walked out of Mark’s office building. My legs were still shaking. I could feel his warmth still inside me, and my dress felt damp against my skin. I pulled out the phone. It was a text from Sarah.“Hey June! Are you back yet? Did you get the tickets from Mark?”I wiped my eyes and tried to make my breathing normal. I typed back quickly: “Just got them! I’m heading to the mall now to pick up those things for the kids. See you later!”.I started walking toward my car. But then, I stopped. I realized I had forgotten my list for the things I needed. There's no need going in there if I would end up not buying half of the things in that list. it was just better if I went back home and then, got the list and came back.The drive back was short. I pulled into the driveway and used my key to open the front door. The house was very quiet. The curtains were drawn, and the air was cool. Sarah. she must be sleeping now. I headed toward the stairs. I figured I woul

The clock on the wall ticks. 12:15 PM. I’m not done. The ache in my core didn't go away with my fingers; it just got deeper, heavier. I need something more substantial.I grab the long, overstuffed body pillow from the head of the bed. I drag it down, pinning it between my thighs. It’s cool and firm against my heated skin. I flip over, burying my face into the mattress, and straddle the length of it."Mmm-phmm..."I start slow. I tilt my pelvis, pressing the center of my heat against the firm cotton. I grind down, rotating my hips in a slow, heavy circle. The fabric is rougher than my fingers, more textured. It catches on the sensitive skin of my folds, dragging across my clit with every movement.12:17 PM.I increase the pressure. I’m not just grinding anymore; I’m humping. I lift my hips and slam them back down, burying my crotch into the pillow.Thud. Thud. Thud.The sound is dull and rhythmic. I can feel the pillow bunching up under me, creating a hard ridge that fits perfectly in

The gym was empty. The late-evening sun was orange against the tall mirrors. Maya stood by the squat rack, her breath coming in short gasps. She had been training with Coach Marcus for six months. Marcus was a mountain of a man.He was tall, with shoulders that blocked out the light and thick, muscular legs.Today, Marcus was wearing thin, grey cotton shorts. He didn't have any boxers on underneath. Every time he moved, the shape of his heavy, thick cock was visible against the fabric. He had been patient with Maya for a long time, but today, he wanted his "fair share.""Again, Maya," Marcus growled, his voice deep and rough. "Get under the bar. Your form is sloppy today."Maya sighed and stepped under the heavy iron bar. She gripped the metal and lowered herself into a deep squat. As she reached the bottom, Marcus moved. He didn't stay in front of her. He stepped directly behind her.He leaned in, his chest pressing against her back. Because he was so close, Maya felt it immediately.

GioSaturday morning was bright and sunny. I was the last one to wake up. I walked into the kitchen, my heart thumping against my ribs. I didn't know what she knew. What if she saw me? But then, I couldn't remain in that room forever. I had to come down, and that's what I was doing.As I approached, I expected her to be angry. I expected her to scream at me. But Mrs. Adler was just standing at the stove, flipping pancakes."Good morning, sleepyhead," she called as she smiled at me. She looked perfectly normal. She was wearing a sundress that showed off her tanned shoulders. She didn't look like someone who had woken up to a mess on her thigh. Maybe she really didn't know. Maybe she thought it was just sweat or a spilled drink. Or what am I thinking?The day went by slowly. Leo headed out to the mini field across the street to play soccer with some local guys. I stayed behind. I told them I just wanted to relax and watch some series on my laptop.Around noon, Mrs. Adler came into the l