Forced Erotica

by Emmie Combs

  'I keep him sweet' Marco replied and as he did so he briefly passed this right thumb over the girth of his fat hog. Her eyes widened and she felt alarmed. This was so unlike her; she felt out of control and drawn to the danger that this man represented and desperate to get to the truth of his relationship with his next door neighbor.

  'What does that mean "you keep him sweet"?

  She cupped her left tit now and watched as the plumber briefly rubbed his cockhead through the fabric. She wasn't certain that he couldn't be gay, not when they were circling each other like vultures or hyenas, but she hoped that he wasn't entirely straight either. The idea that this gruff, masculine working man could have another, secret, tender side filled her head with lustful thoughts.

  'I wish I could...' she paused, licked her lips and tried to control the insane tremble that she felt was about to consume her 'I wish I could watch you keep him sweet.'

  'It doesn't happen that often.' he replied. 'I much prefer women but this guy, he fixes meals for to put in the freezer, he mows my lawn; he just makes things real easy for me and all because he wants me so bad.'

  'Does he try it on?' she asked.

  'All the time.' Marco replied. 'He is always after me to give him some, always trying to grab my ass, that kind of stuff.

  'Oh wow!' she gasped as she teased her nipple further. 'How do you decide when to let him have some?'

  She hardly recognized her own voice. It sounded throaty and yet brittle at the same time. She felt very slutty, prying into someone else's sex life like this but she could see by the tenting of his pants that her plumber was in the zone too.

  'When he can't take any more.' he replied. 'I can tell when he gets real frustrated; he stops bringing me meals, he starts looking at other guys when we're out together and starts telling me what nice asses they have, that sort of thing.'

  'You don't get...jealous?' she asked.

  'Nah!' he laughed. 'I only slip him some sausage to keep him sweet.'

  'What do you do with him?' she croaked.

  'How comes you're so curious anyway?' he demanded.

  'I think you know why.' she said.

  He did know why. He could feel the same excitement coursing through his body. He blatantly rubbed along the length of his hard throbbing cock now as he studied every inch of her beautiful body.

  'Husband not giving you enough?' he asked.

  'No.' the word was out of her mouth before she realized it and it was too late to take it back. 'He works awfully hard so we can afford...all this,' she waved a hand around her kitchen 'but it's not the same.'

  'So you thought you'd make yourself feel better by teasing me?' he asked.

  'No. No, it's not like that. But please, tell me about your friend.' She said.

  'I've told you all there is to tell.' He replied.

  Suddenly she lowered her dress straps and undid her lacy bra. Her perfectly formed tits looked just enough for a handful and her delicate pink nipples looked like they were made just for his mouth. Marco stood rooted to the spot; he wanted her so badly but he didn't want to misjudge anything. After all she would have a hefty bill to pay when he left. If she was going to be paying by the hour for his services it had to appear to be all her idea.

  'I want you to tell me everything.' she said. 'How it happens, where it happens and how you feel.'

  'You're embarrassing me' he said with a slight shrug of the shoulders that made him look incredibly sexy.

  'Let me see what you give him.' she cooed.

  Marco needed no further invitation to free his hungry cock. He undid his fly and zipper and pushed his pants and underpants down to his knees. His flared cockhead was a deep ruby red color that contrasted with his pale, thick cock. The skin on his shaft looked so incredibly smooth and she longed to get down on her knees at his side and lick up the length of that powerful too. She watched him undo the buttons on his shirts and take it off. She loved the way he casually threw it down on the kitchen floor; she couldn't ever imagine Hank doing that. Marcos's chest was smooth, with just a light swirl of dark fluff around his big, brown nipples. His skin seemed to glow from a sexual excitement induced sweat. She longed to kiss down that well developed torso but right now felt most comfortable with just devouring him with her eyes; now she let them travel south from the chiseled pecs to the tangle of black hair surrounding that outrageously beautiful and powerful cock of his.

  'He likes me to do what I'm doing now.' he said as he slowly started jacking his cock so that his big, fuzzy balls bounced up and down.

  Marco could smell his own crotch funk and he became incredibly turned on when he thought how much Paul enjoyed sniffing his balls and pubic bush. But somehow that thought seemed like to ought to be a million miles removed from where he was now.

  'Are you sure you want to know?' he asked. 'I mean, a lady like you?'

  She slid her dress all the way down to her ankles and stepped out of her panties. Marco groaned as he caught sight of her blonde thatch. How he wanted this woman!

  'I want to ...I want...' he faltered.

  'Tell me about your neighbor first.' Elaine demanded. 'What gets it started between you?'

  'Well, when Paul's starting to go off the boil I go buy a pizza and six pack and take it round to his house. You should see his eyes light up then cause he knows he's going to get it good.' Marco began.

  'I bet he does!' Elaine encouraged him.

  She was wet with desire now and she allowed her fingers to tease across her little nub and down between her sopping lips. Marco stared hard and gulped. He needed to be in that pussy real bad. Realizing that the only way he was going to get in there was to give Elaine what she wanted he decided that he would hold nothing back. It was a difficult process for him as he didn't usually like to think about the crazy sex he had with Paul. It suited his lifestyle to have this guy looking after him and fixing his meals and stuff and he knew that there was no such thing as a free meal so he paid the price. At least, that's what he liked to tell himself.

  'He tries to play hard to get though.' Marco continued. 'Pretends like he's not really that interested and he keeps telling me about all the hot guys he's seen around town. Sometimes, if he is really cheesed off with me he lies and tells me about how he has been fucking all these guys but I know it's a lie cause see, I'm the only one he wants.'

  'I can perfectly understand why.' Elaine told him.

  Marco moved a little closer but she backed away.

  'Please, please...let me fuck you.' he begged.

  'Tell me about Paul.' She insisted as she furiously pleasured herself, secure in the knowledge that when she needed a big, hard rampant cock to satisfy her deepest desires she had one right on tap. It pleased her to tease him the way he had teased his neighbor.

  'I go around to his place and we eat the pizza and we drink some beer and he's trying to act cool cause he is pissed off with me. And I just know he wants he wants it so I think some sexy thoughts about all the women I've had and then, when I'm good and hard, I get up and go and stand right in front of the TV. When he complains I take out my cock and I jerk it just like I'm doing now. And you should see the look on his face. He wants it so bad, wants it desperately but he is still trying to pretend that he is not interested.'

  'What do you do then?' Elaine asked, trying desperately not to given in to her overwhelming desire to walk up to Marco and take that fleshy cock in her hand.

  She wasn't sure any more who was the cat and who the mouse between Marco and Paul. Neither was she sure about the roles being played out here in her kitchen. Her rational mind was hoping to be able to find a way out of this crazy situation but she knew she was too far gone. She was too hungry, too lonely and too desperate to pass up on a good, hard fuck. And deep down, on a purely animal level that she would have hated to think about, her body was telling her to go get some potent seed to satisfy her maternal instincts.

  'I press my fingers into my musky crack and then I go and stand right in front of him and I hold my
hand right under his nose and all his resistance just crumbles away. Just like dust out on the prairie. He grabs hold of my hand and sniffs my fingers, then starts to suck them. I cup my hand around the back of his head and guide him onto my overheated cock. There aint a person in this world that can suck cock like Paul, and I don't mind telling you that. I aint never met a woman who can even come close, and I mean no offence.'

  'The only offence you're committing right now is now filling my hungry pussy with that big cock of yours.' Elaine said in her best porno speak.

  She had heard enough and was too far gone for sexy talk. All she needed now was a good, hard fuck, something that she had not had in months. She lay down on the kitchen table and within seconds Marco was buried as deep as he could go. She cried out in delight as his amazing girth filled her, and the warmth and thrust of his cock delighted her pussy like it had not been delighted in very long time.

  Marco fucked slowly and surprisingly tenderly. And now, as he slowly rocked her into ecstasy she wrapped her legs around his hips and raked her nails down his back, eager for more; she whispered in his ear and he obliged. He explained in graphic detail all the filthy things Paul did to him and Elaine's lust knew no bounds. Higher and higher she soared, floating above her own body in a lust induced trance, feeling the warm squelch of his rampant rod in her moist, yielding flesh. Oh joy of joy as he increased his speed and thrust a little deeper. He hands squeezed his rock hard buns, trying to get him in deeper. The sound of their sex filled the room and the sweat dripped off their bodies and lubricated the glide of one body against each other.

  He was close now, she could tell. The storytelling was over; Paul had floated a million miles out of the room. This was purely just about the two of them, a man and a woman doing what men and women had done down the ages. She too could feel her orgasm starting to build and she fed it by grinding up against him while keeping the pressure up on his well muscled butt.

  'Look at me...look at me!' she heard him plead.

  She opened her eyes and found herself looking up into those beautiful blue eyes and she could see the intensity of the wave that was about to break. His breathing was ragged and he was thrusting like crazy and she had never seen such a look of intense erotic pleasure in a man's eyes before. It was too much to bear; she gave in to her own orgasmic drenching and could not, try as she might, keep her eyes open any longer. She threw back her head and sobbed in release as the tension worked its way out of her body. His horny grunt rose above her sobbing and then all too soon it was over.

  She stood in the driveway and watched his truck disappear down the road and then went indoors to bake an apple pie as that was Hank's favorite food. She knew, in her heart of hearts, that soon she would be eating for two.

  The End.

  Birthday Present

  Brody stumbled a little on his way up the stairs, but he waved goodbye to his buddies over his shoulder with a grin. Great guys. He had $50 dollars in his pocket from pool, a mild buzz from free beers and didn't mind that he was a year older. Who cared when you had great friends?

  He fumbled the keys a little but finally managed to open the apartment door. He stepped in and closed the door, leaning on it a little as he waited for his head to clear so he could remember the path to the lamp through the dark living room. Suddenly the lamp flipped on and Brody's mouth fell open.

  Sprawled on his couch was a fine piece of eye candy -- a sultry brunette with curves in all the right places -- and totally naked. Brody blinked, then shook his head. Maybe he'd had a little more beer than he'd thought.

  "Hey, baby," she purred, sitting up slowly. His eyes caught on her full breasts, the pink tips already hard and tempting. "Are you going to stand by the door all night, Brody?"

  Hell no. Brody forced his legs to move, hoping not to stumble and fall flat on his face. He stopped in front of her, looking down into her bright blue eyes as she grinned.

  "Happy birthday, baby," she murmured, sliding her hands over his thighs. He nearly groaned as his jeans suddenly became a couple sizes too small. Her hands were small, but busy as she stroked her palm up and down the bulge of his fly. Brody couldn't remember being this hard, this fast, in his life.

  "Who...?" he managed, even as she flipped open the first button. His eyes closed as she stroked her thumb over his slitted head, his penis straining against the remaining buttons.

  "You're so big," she smiled up at him, flipping open the next button, "I can't wait to feel you in my mouth".

  Holy shit. This time Brody couldn't hold back the moan. Her fingers kept twisting open buttons until his cock surged free and she wrapped her hand around his hot shaft.

  "My..." she gave his cock a quick jerk that had him groaning, "Such a treat." She tugged his jeans down to his ankles, her hair brushing his cock, his thighs, as she leaned down. Brody closed his eyes again as the ache in his groin intensified.

  "Now..." she scooted over as she gave one of his hips a shove. Hampered by the lack of blood in his head, the beer buzz, and being hamstrung by his jeans, Brody toppled onto the couch. The woman slid to her knees, her hands gliding over his thighs, pressing his legs apart to give herself room. Brody slid down a bit, his erection standing stiff, jutting up like a pole.

  "Can you keep your eyes closed, Brody?" she whispered, her hands inches from his erection, her eyes wide and bright on his face. He could see a wicked sparkle in her grin, but couldn't figure what she was up to.

  "Why..." he mumbled, already shaking his head. God, here he was primed and ready, here she was naked, couldn't they just fuck?

  "Click off the lamp for me, baby," she purred.

  With a shrug, Brody leaned over. Who was he to complain if she...Good God. Her fingers circled the base of his cock, squeezing firmly. His hips lifted as he groaned at the combination of pleasure and pain. His cock swelled even more. "Hey..." he groaned and her hands moved away. "No...don't go...just not so tight." With the lamp off, he couldn't see her, just the darker area where she was, but he squinted, trying anyway.

  "Brody," she murmured, her hands again sliding over his thighs. He let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. "You're going to have to trust me."

  Trust...Oh my. She leaned closer and her breath tickled the length of his shaft. He shuddered in his belly at the sensation. "Please, Brody." It was like a cool breeze over his hot skin. Then she slid her tongue along the underside of his cock, slowly licking, caressing. He nodded, unable to force words out of his closed throat, as she pressed a kiss to his tip, giving his slit a little suck.

  "Do you trust me?" she whispered, her fingers creeping along his thighs. She teased his tip with her tongue, back and forth. He couldn't concentrate.

  "Yeah, sure..." he managed finally. He felt her lips smile as she pressed a kiss just under his head. Her tongue was stroking him again, exploring every inch of his cock, down, then up, then down again. Her fingers stroked his base, feathery touches over the tight curls that surrounded his shaft. He let his head fall back with a groan, enjoying her attention.

  "Good boy," she murmured, tilting her head so her hair brushed his inner thigh. Her tongue moved lower and her thumbs pushed under his cock to tilt his shaft towards his belly. He tensed, waiting for a return to the tight grip she'd used before, but she began to lick his balls -- circling, teasing, kissing his throbbing sacs. He groaned again.

  "Nice, Brody," she whispered, just a voice and exquisite tongue in the darkness, "Now I understand why they talk about you." She suckled his balls gently, wrapping her lips around one, then popping him free. Brody nearly whimpered at the quick flashes of pleasure. His fingers dug into the couch cushions beneath his bare ass.

  "What..." he asked hoarsely, "What do they say?" She lifted her head away and he cursed himself silently for distracting her.

  "Brody Evans makes a woman glad she has a pussy," the woman whispered, her breath on his wet balls, creating new sensations. Brody clenched his fists as his stomach tightened. "Brody Evans is hung like a bull an
d makes women cum screaming."

  They said that...the woman was back at his head, her tongue swirling around his tip. He didn't care what they said, whoever they were, as long as this woman kept doing what she was doing. This was turning into a birthday he'd never forget.

  Then he forgot how to breathe as she took him into her mouth. Her wet lips slid down, down, down his shaft as his head slid into her throat. She gave him a hard suck before sliding him back out. Then she did it again. On the third suck, Brody gasped suddenly, oxygen rushing in as he panted, dizzy. The woman began to bob her head, moving up and down his shaft, her hands balancing on his thighs.

  "Oh, yeah," he groaned. She gave a hard suck each time she pulled him in and her spit dripped down his shaft, leaving a tingling trail. He couldn't hold back and began to rock his hips, thrusting with her. This was better than anything he'd ever felt.

  Her hands shifted and Brody closed his eyes again as her fingers stroked and gently squeezed his balls. The sensations were overwhelming...his cock enveloped in wet, sucking, heat...his balls being kneaded in the same rhythm. He clenched his jaw, struggling to hold back his orgasm, wanting to prolong this pleasure.

  One of her hands moved again, sliding under his balls, sliding between the cushion and his ass. Even as she pressed a finger against his ass, her mouth never letting up, Brody's head went back, his throat working around a groan as everything in his body tensed. Then she shoved her finger into his ass as she held just his head in her mouth, sucking as hard as she could.

  Brody came with a roar, his hips leaving the couch as his balls pulsed, his cock jerked and cum erupted into her mouth. Both her hands went to his shaft, squeezing, milking him as she continued sucking while he ejaculated. His vision went dark as he emptied everything into her greedy mouth.

  Done. He drew in a shaky breath as she released his cock. He felt limp, completely sated. He felt her draw back, vaguely saw her stand. Then the lamp flipped on. He was sprawled on the couch, his legs spread around a softened cock, his pants around his ankles, his tee still on. She smiled at him, her naked body flushed.