Quickies: A Collection of Short Fantasies

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by Abigail Grey




  Quickies: A Collection of Short Stories

  Copyright © 2014 by Abigail Grey

  All rights reserved.

  ISBN: 1494987538

  ISBN-13: 978-1494987534

  Author’s Note:

  I have always been a fan of “Once Upon A Time”. The beginning of something new, the endless possibilities, and most of all the anticipation lights my fire and enthralls me. The “what’s next?”, the next step, it all becomes an intricately woven tale in my mind before I’ve even left the first page.

  When I write, I seek that feeling. I like to make my readers wonder and marvel at what could be coming next.

  Enclosed is this collection of short stories are several fantasies that meet this requirement. With every one there is some room to allow you to complete the story and decide what will happen next in the image developing in your mind.

  Several of these stories deal in themes of BDSM, kink and fetish play of extreme natures. Some of them are my kinks. Some of them are kinks written for others. With any of them, my suggestion is to research before you try something! A fantastic resource for this is FetLife, the kinky person’s social media. If you’re good, you may just find me there or on GoodReads.

  I hope you enjoy my quickies!

  Abigail Grey

  Pushing

  I could focus on nothing. My brain skipped from the rope around my wrists, chafing and tight, to the gag in my mouth, stretching my lips deliciously wide around the red ball. My thoughts hit the degree to which my legs were spread and the way my back arched to meet each teasing touch of your fingers. And then there was the sound of your breath, the barely audible groan I let escape, and the feel of your lips on my collarbone. One of your hands played at wreaking havoc with my nipples, pinching, pulling, petting, caressing. The other hand slipped between my wet pussy lips, up and down, maddeningly slow.

  One finger slid inside, making my hips buck upward. Another low moan came from behind the gag. Your left fingers pinched a nipple while adding another of your right into my cunt. The mix of pain and pleasure made my body once again bow outward. Another finger, another measure of force behind the vise-like grip. With the fourth, I cried out behind the gag. My hips thrashed against you, a screaming nonverbal beg for more.

  Your hand left my nipple then to press my hips back down to the bed. With steady force, you pressed the four fingers in harder. The width of your hand trying to stretch me, twisting back and forth, brought a low keening scream from my throat. You moved then, kneeling on the bed next to me. One of your legs still kept mine from closing around your hand. The other hand moved back up, this time closing around my throat gently. I felt your thumb slid around the edges of where your hand stretched me. Again my body bucked, my entire pussy pulsing around your fingers. My eyes squeezed shut, tears of frustration, joy and pain pricking them.

  Slowly contracting your hand around my throat, you used the new leverage you had in this position to push hard with your hand. I released a sobbing scream as I opened up to your thumb, my hungry cunt squeezing your whole hand tighter. I felt it close around your wrist while you twisted your hand inside me.

  My fingernails scratched at the wall over my head, my hips working hard, riding the waves of the blood pounding in my ears. I whimpered, begging you the only ways I could, with my frantic body and my muffled pleas.

  You leaned close to my ear, your tongue catching it momentarily before your teeth. I could feel the struggle to breath against your hand on my throat, the slip of sweat on my body, the stickiness of my own wetness on my thighs and collecting under me.

  "No", you whispered. "Don't you dare."

  I screamed, continuing to thrash against the desperate need to cum.

  A Night Out

  I woke slowly, realizing that a weight was pinning me down as I tried to stretch. My mouth was covered. Instinctively I began to struggle.

  "Quiet, honey, you're just fine." My breath escaped on a sigh with the familiar voice. His voice rumbled in my ear as he continued. "Well my little slut, I have a choice for you. We can stay in tonight or we can go out. You pick, but I have something special planned for you either way." His hand moved from my mouth and started to trail down my body. He pushed his hand underneath my pinned body as I lay on my stomach, fitting his fingers against my panty-covered pussy. A whimper parted my lips. "What do you say? Stay here or go out?"

  My mind whirled around the possibilities. It was rather obvious what would happen if we stayed in, as I could still feel his fingers pressing against my panties, but going out was a mystery. I whispered, "Let's go out."

  I expected him to let me up so I could get dressed, but instead his forearm moved to the back of my neck and pinned me down. "Good girl. Now hold still."

  I gasped and struggled again slightly, earning me a sharp slap on the ass. "I said hold still." I felt his fingers at the waist of my panties, pulling them down. His fingers then returned to play between my thighs.

  "A little wet already, are we, my little fucktoy?" My pussy pulsed around his fingers with the low question. He removed his fingers and I felt something cold and wet being rubbed into my ass. I moaned low and arched my back upward, toward the sensation. As my ass lifted to meet the feeling of his fingers, I felt something else begin to penetrate. I bit down on my lip as he slowly pushed the small plug into my ass.

  Quickly he pulled me up and off the bed, directing me to get dressed. Every step I took was a reminder of it. I dressed as he instructed, wearing a skirt without panties, my tallest high heels and a revealing top. He hurried me to the car and drove to a nearby restaurant.

  Inside, he led me to the bar, urging me onto a tall barstool. I tried to slide on, but struggled to sit without revealing too much. As soon as I sat, I moaned quietly, feeling the plug shift slightly. We ordered drinks and he moved so that he stood between my spread knees, close to me so we could talk quietly together. He kept talking to me while I tried to look nonchalant and unaffected. "What a cockslut you are to let me take you out with that inside you. What would people think if they knew you were sitting here with a plug buried in your dirty, slutty little ass?"

  Trying to hide my blushing, I kept drinking quicker than I should have. I felt the alcohol go straight to my head as he kept whispering to me. Finally he looked at his beer and leaned close. "I want you to go to the restroom. Wait in the hall for me. I'll be there as soon as I finish my beer."

  I waited in the hall, pacing outside the restroom doors. Suddenly, a hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled me toward the mens' room. I squeaked in shock and tried to pull away. Ignoring my protest, he pulled me inside, pushing me into a stall and closing the door behind us. He turned me around, bending me over so my hands braced me on the top of the tank and flipped my skirt up. In seconds, his cock was thrusting deep inside my wet little cunt. I heard the door open and I bit my lip to keep my whimpers and moans in. After a moment of that, I felt his fingers at the base of the plug. A quick press against it brought a sharp gasp from me. The plug slid out and back in quickly, making me release a shuddering moan.

  I heard footsteps come closer and a shadow passed by my feet on the other side of the wall. I whimpered audibly. The fucking came harder and faster and he said, "You little bitch, take it. Take that cock, you fucking cumslut." I sighed and moaned again, knowing we now had an audience. He pulled out, pulling the plug at the same time and pushed into my ass. After just a few strokes I felt his dick pulse inside me, filling me with his cum. He pulled back out and pushed the plug back quickly, trapping his cum inside me.

  The Morning After

  I snuggled further into my pillows, my feet rubbing against each other under th
e blankets. The usual morning stretches followed, bringing a fast reminder. Arching my back made my nipples rub against the ribbed tank top I wore to bed, bringing a hiss of remembered pain. Still, hours later, they were stiff with the biting, pinching and sucking.

  As if in response to my thoughts of the night before, my phone buzzed with a new message. I typed back a quick good morning and got up to dress.

  I smiled as my bra pressed and slid against the sore, hard nipples. I enjoyed the feeling of my pussy cupped in lace, still throbbing with wetness and aching from the stretch of your fist. As I slid my shirt on, I reveled in the fact that even my arms were sore from holding you so tightly to me while I screamed out my orgasms.

  I went on with my day, getting children dressed, fixing breakfast. When each movement brought a new reminder of the night before, I felt myself get wet for you again. Bending to put dishes away, I have a mental image of being bent over the counter. Reaching over my head to put books away, I envision you behind me with your hands cupping my still-sore tits. Even folding laundry makes me think of being gagged with whatever thing I'm holding and taken up against the wall. My mind rushes through all the different things you did, haven't done, want to do.

  I send you another message, hoping to stir your feelings for when you get home. I begin to make efforts to press against things with the sore points on my body, serving as reminders for me over and over and over until my wetness is leaking down my thigh.

  Taking It Hard

  My mind slowly recognized the rumbling in my ear as words. I squirmed, my body stretching under the sheets. Hands, one under my head and the other cupping a naked breast, tightened as I moved. A small smile spread on my lips as my ass rubbed against a familiar hard place.

  “Again?” I teasingly asked, my voice raspy with sleep and sudden arousal.

  The same deep voice tickled my ear. “Yes, again. And don’t pretend you don’t want it, you insatiable little slut.” I squirmed again, this time letting my back arch to press my ass harder against the hard cock behind me. After a small growl, he continued. “Tell me you want me to fuck your ass.”

  I froze. My eyes drifted closed with a moan. “Yes, please. Oh, pretty please.” My body moved again, restless as the hand left my tits and trailed down my body. Fingers slowly, torturously, traced over my pussy. I bucked my hips, wanting the insistent, sure movements but being given only slight touches.

  “Say it.” The fingers in my hair tightened, pulling my head back a little. I felt lips on my exposed neck. “Tell me what you want.”

  I shook my head, smiling. I could feel the juices from my pussy on my thighs even as those fingers played too gently.

  Teeth closed on my shoulder gently as a hard cock slid between my legs, into my wet cunt. After my gasp, the voice came again. “Say it. Say you want this cock in your ass. Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

  “Hard, please. I love when you fuck me hard.” I waited, feeling only the slow slide of cock into my pussy, gentle and frustrating.

  “I’m waiting”, the voice growls, his hand once again at my nipple, pinching tight.

  I whimper with the sudden spasm of my inner muscles. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Please?”

  With a quick flurry of motion, I found myself on my knees, face bent to the pillow, and a hand pressing between my shoulder blades to hold me in place. A sharp shriek ripped from me at that first stretching thrust. I whimpered through until I could feel it all, buried to the hilt in my ass. My hands grasped his thighs. “Please, wait. Just stay there.” Panting for breath, I rolled my hips back. The indrawn breath was exhaled on a purring moan.

  His hands moved to my shoulders, fingers clenching with the tension of waiting. He moved slightly and I felt the delicious pain radiate through my body. My hands moved, fisting in the sheets and I pushed back at him with a growl of impatience.

  I felt his satisfaction as he started to fuck me, slow and shallow. My whole body tensed as I tried to fuck back harder and deeper. His hands pressed me down into the mattress, even as I fought it.

  After the struggle proved fruitless, I relaxed with a pleading whimper. The next thrust rewarded me, going hard and deep. I cried out in gratitude and clawed at the sheets as it continued harder and faster.

  Soon I realized it was my voice now, begging. “Oh, God, yes. Fuck me just like that. Harder, oh fuck me harder.” I could feel the clutching muscles in my still wet cunt, seeming to beg for more and more. I felt it winding tighter and tighter. “Oh, please. Oh please oh please oh please oh please.” The chant came almost at a whisper. My whole body started to lock up, my fingers once again curling into fists.

  “That’s it, slut. Cum. Cum while I fuck your ass, you filthy little cunt.”

  A Fantasy Filled

  The slide of rope against my back made me squirm. As the final knot drew tight, pinning me down, I tested the bindings. My arms, tied at the wrists, were bound by a rope running under the ottoman I had been bent over. My knees were spread and lashed into position, my body criss-crossed with ropes to prevent me from sliding off or rising from the cushion under me.

  "Next", you said, crouching in front of me. I smiled, lifting my head proudly for you to fit the blindfold over my eyes. I smiled, feeling your hand on my cheek. "I hope you're ready, little girl. This will be fun."

  I could hear the rustle and the zipper from your pants opening. I then heard the sound echoed. Behind me. Multiple times.

  I sucked in a deep breath, my muscles tensing under the tightly tied ropes. Your hands roughly pulled my head back, your cock pushing between my lips.

  Immediately my hips squirmed in a reflex. A hand gripped my hip, a cock sliding against my pussy. I bucked, wriggling my hips the scant inch that I could. I moaned, the sound muffled by your dick in my mouth.

  "You said you wanted to get fucked, little slut. I'm just letting you get what you asked for." You started to slowly fuck my face, pressing in deep. "Now quit complaining and enjoy it."

  The cock behind me pushed in. I squeaked at the speed he filled me. His movements were fast, pistoning in and out of my cunt, which was quickly getting soaked. Through it, your slow, steady slide into my mouth accompanied your voice in my ear. You reminded me of my position: tied down and helpless. You described the way my back was already being rubbed red by the ropes as I moved. You called me a slut for being wet, a good little cunt for taking the stranger's cock deep, a bitch for the way my hips humped back for more.

  Finally he pulled out and came across my back. Immediately there was another body behind me, pushing into my cunt. He went slower than the first, dragging his cock over the sensitized flesh. Your movement didn't change and my mind focused on that. Soon my breathing timed with the pace you set, my head entirely wrapped around your voice and the things you said.

  When the next one came, again onto my back, you moved. I made a soft sound of loss before your cock was replaced with another one in my mouth. I knew you hadn't cum and I began to struggle, refusing to believe you would deny me the taste when you know I love it so much. Another dick took the place in my pussy, this time with little recognizable technique. I heard a metallic noise beside my ear and felt the ropes loosen quickly.

  I was cautioned to stay still while I was spitted at each end by strangers fucking my holes. The ottoman was moved, leaving me on my hands and knees without the support to lean against.

  The dick in my pussy pulled out and I once again felt the splash of cum across my skin. At my face, my first taste of cum was pumped between my lips, surprising me with the familiarity.

  As the two men moved, I felt bodies aligning around me. One below me, laying between my legs. One gripping the sides of my head. One behind me, keeping my hips steady. I felt their cocks slowly probing, resting the tips inside my lips, pussy and stretching my ass.

  "Are you ready, slut?" I heard your voice, but the breath rushing in and out of my nostrils and the wild reeling of my thoughts made it hard to pinpoint where you were.

  At wh
at must have been a silent countdown, all three cocks thrust deeply. I screamed around the cock in my mouth, a pleasure-filled cry that brought a sweet red haze before my blindfolded eyes. I knew where you were, your cock stretching my ass. My focus was drawn so quickly from sensation to sensation: the rubbing of two cocks in my cunt and ass, the feeling of six hands gripping my body, fingers squeezing so hard there would be bruises, the sound of three different men groaning and panting. I felt my thighs start to tremble.

  My whimpers broke into the air. I knew you could see the muscles in my back play as I fought the strength of the orgasm looming.

  "That's right, you little slut", you said. "You want to so bad, knowing you're getting fucked so completely." My whimpers increased. "Do it. Fucking cum, you little bitch."

  The Club

  The skirt of that damn dress flared out again, flashing the barest glimpse of the lace tops of sheer stockings. He took another pull from the bottle of beer before he rolled it between his hands, resisting the urge to curl his fingers around the glass and squeeze hard enough to break it. Her head was thrown back as she moved her body, obviously enthralled with the music and movement around her. And it pissed him off.

  Jack's birthday started out well. Drinking with friends, their whole group had worn the path up and down the bar row in his hometown. Country bars with line dancing and specials on domestic beer nestled next to wine bars piping soft jazz. This one was a brewery, where they stood clustered around a high table, joking and laughing with each other. The bar bunnies were out, heavy makeup accentuating the brevity of their clothing. A table full of them nearby kept throwing leading glances at the friends he stood with. And then his eyes had found her.

 

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