Forced Erotica

by Emmie Combs

  She said that we should go up to her room. As we were going upstairs, with me behind her, I saw just what a beautiful body she had. Her ass was perfect and I tried to bite it while going up the stairs. Once in the room we held each other and kissed while we were standing. That got me sooooo hot. The feel of her body against mine drove me wild. I pushed my thigh into her pussy and just kept rubbing hard against her. She pulled me to the bed and pulled down the covers. We left the light on and Erica started kissing her way down my body. When she got to my pussy I got such a rush. I can't explain it any other way. She kissed and licked my clit for what seemed like forever. Then I felt my climax start to build. It went that way for a long time. I wanted to cum and I wanted it to last forever. When I finally did cum it actually was the hardest and best climax of my life.

  It went on for the longest time and all the while I had Erica's head in my hands pushing myself as tight as I could to her mouth. She kept kissing and licking me long after my climax ended. Finally I had to ask her to stop because I was getting "touchy" there. We couldn't go right to sleep so we just held each other and talked, and kissed. Before long we were both very tired but we managed to make love one more time before we fell asleep in each others arms. In the morning I woke with Erica kissing my lips. It felt great. Once again we made love together. This time we had Erica's vibrater to help us. Not that we needed it.

  That was last week. Now I have to tell Dennis all about it. Erica thinks than we should not tell our husbands. We have talked over the phone all week, but have decided not to see each other until the guys know what happened. I told her that I have never kept anything from Den and I had to tell him about this. I'm kind of afraid but it's the right thing to do. I thought that I would write this letter and show it to him instead of just telling him. Please wish me luck. I promise to let you know how it turns out. One way or the other.

  The End.

  Cocktail Party

  I stood silently next to my mother-in-law, listening to her tell an employee how I wasn't her first choice for daughter-in-law but that she'd had grown accustom to my presence. I smiled politely, enduring this disrespect for the man I loved. I promised him that I wouldn't argue with his mother during her stupid little party.

  She threw cocktail parties for her employees every six months as a thank you for their hard work at her ad agency. Each time, she invited my husband and me so that she could show him off and remind them how much she despised me.

  My husband must have sensed my pain as he suddenly walked up behind us, wrapping one arm around his mother and the other around me. "How are my two favorite Mrs. Saunders'?" he cheerfully asked.

  I opened my mouth to respond smartly but he silenced me with a pinch on the ass. He smiled and I couldn't help but return it. He knew me too well.

  His mother smiled happily and said, "Oh, we are doing just wonderful, Calvin! Samantha and I are getting along beautifully. Why I was just telling April that, wasn't I?"

  She looked to April for confirmation who nodded her head uncomfortably. She was a newer employee and not used to this psychotic woman's antics.

  "Good," Calvin said. He kissed his mother on the cheek and smiled at her again. He turned to me and moved in like he was going to kiss my cheek also. Instead, he bent his head and sank his teeth into the side of my neck. My knees went weak and I could barely stop myself from moaning out loud. He flashed me a mischievous grin, gave my ass a squeeze before walking away.

  I glanced at his mother to see if she noticed her son's actions and the resulting flush on my face. She seemed oblivious as she continued talking as if Calvin had never been there. April, on the other hand, looked at me with a slightly raised eyebrow and look of amusement. I smiled at her and took a sip of wine to cool myself off.

  "Samantha, dear, would you mind checking with the chef and seeing how much longer until more crab puffs are ready?" Mrs. Saunders asked me.

  "I'm sure the servers will bring them around once they're ready."

  "Yes, but you now how I adore those little puffs and I'd hate for everyone else to get to them before I do. Why don't you just bring me a few if they are ready?" She smiled sweetly and I knew she was enjoying sending me off to the kitchen as if I were part of the staff as opposed to her guest.

  I forced a smile before turning on my heels and heading towards the kitchen. Calvin caught my hand as I stalked past him.

  "Where are you going?"

  "Your mother asked me to get her some crab puffs," I grumbled.

  "Isn't that what the servers are for?" he frowned.

  "You would think but apparently asking me to do it was a much wiser choice."

  He shook he head and said he would walk with me. Before we reached the kitchen, he pulled me down a long hallway that led to the rest of the house.

  "What are you doing?" I asked.

  "About to put the smile back on my wife's face. You know I don't like seeing you pout."

  "Then why do you keep forcing me to come to these stupid little parties?" I whined.

  He laughed and said, "If I have to come to them, so do you."

  Calvin leaned against the wall and pulled me up against him. I happily pressed my body against his as he wrapped his arms around me. His lips captured mine in a slow, sweet kiss. I tilted my head, deepening the kiss by slipping my tongue between his lips. He sighed as he widened his stance and pulled me closer. I could feel him growing and hardening between us. Calvin's hands slipped down to my ass. I rose onto my toes and began grinding my pelvis into his. He broke the kiss as his lips trailed a path to my neck. His teeth found the sensitive spot on my neck and treated it to the same pleasure as before. I let out a little moan this time.

  "Um, excuse me."

  Calvin and I jumped at hearing the voice beside us. We pulled apart and saw one of the staff trying to get past us with an arm full of coats. We apologized and walked a bit further down the hall so that she could pass.

  "Let's go somewhere we won't be interrupted," Calvin suggested.

  "We need to get back to the party before your mother comes looking for us."

  "We'll go back in ten minutes."

  Before I could protest further, he was opening the first door we came to and whisking me inside. He flipped on the lights and I saw we were in his mother's home office. Suddenly heading back to the party didn't seem like such a pressing matter.

  "This is perfect," I said with a devious smile.

  He shook his head and laughed at me. I took his hand and led him behind her desk. I pulled off my underwear, lifted my dress and sat in her leather chair. I draped one leg over the arm of the chair. After licking my finger, I began to play with my clit, knowing it would turn Calvin on. He licked his lips.

  "Come get it, baby," I said.

  He dropped to his knees and pushed my hand to the side, letting his tongue take over. Calvin firmly pressed his tongue against me, giving me slow licks. It wasn't long before I was breathing deeply and lifting my hips to meet his tongue. He wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking me hard and fast. I moaned as I felt my walls contract.

  Pushing Calvin back a little bit, I motioned for him to stand. I unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down around his ankles. His full erect member stood straight out once freed. I massaged the head for a moment before standing in front of him, bent over his mother's desk. He pushed deep inside of me. I pushed my hips back, making sure I had all of him. Calvin began to slowly stroke me, holding onto my hips.

  Soon, the intoxicating aroma of our love filled the air, arousing the both of us further. We went from slow, sweet strokes to rough, animalistic thrusts. For every thrust he gave, I threw my ass back forcing him to go harder.

  Calvin reached under me and began rubbing my clit with his thumb. My hips began bucking wildly and we both moaned loudly. Before I knew it, waves of orgasm were flooding my body as my clit exploded beneath his thumb and I contracted tightly around his thick shaft. Calvin came right behind me, propelling himself into me faster. I could te
ll he tried to stop himself from moaning too loud but he did a terrible job. When he finally stopped thrusting, we collapsed onto the desk, trying to catch our breaths.

  He stood up and pulled out of me. "We better get back to the party."

  I nodded in agreement as he pulled up his pants. I looked around for tissue, finding some on the desk. I cleaned myself up and tossed the tissue in the trash can. Calvin stopped me before we exited the hallway and asked if I was feeling better. I flashed him a big smile and kissed him. He had no idea.

  I made a pit stop in the kitchen to get the crab puffs before heading back to the party to locate my mother-in-law. I proudly presented her with the puffs. I couldn't help but smile as I wondered if she would notice the scent of lust her son and I left behind.

  The End.

  Bring Me Lunch

  Sometimes I fantasize about you. How you are at work and I secretly show up at your office to surprise you.

  The day would start off in the morning with me preparing myself. I would take a shower, taking care to use some vanilla scented soap, wanting to smell yummy for you. Stepping out of the shower and, wrapping the towel gently around my cleansed body, I fix my hair. I smile at the mirror, pinning my hair loosely behind then drying with the hairdryer to curl it a bit, knowing that you like my hair down. After finishing my hair and satisfied with how it looks, I start on my makeup. Tired of clasping the towel with one hand I let it fall to the floor.

  Standing at the mirror naked, I apply just a touch of blush, and then cover up; not completely done up but enough to be naturally pretty. One last look over myself and I step to the bedroom where I have the 'planned' outfit laid on the bed. Sitting to run lotion over my legs, the stockings follow, running smoothly up to my thighs then leaving at my waist. Putting on the push-up bra and clasping it, I plump the girls up and grab the tight white t-shirt. I carefully lower it over my head to not mess up my hair. I grab my skirt off the bed and pull it up over my legs, a nice pleated short skirt, and add heels as the final touch. One last look over my entire body in the full length mirror on the way out of the bedroom puts a satisfied smile on my face. I grab my keys and purse, then head to the car.

  Sliding into the driver's seat of the fairly new Mercedes I start the car and drive the 20 minutes to your office. The whole way my stomach is full of butterflies anticipating what your reaction will be. I know that I am taking a risk just showing up but it adds to the excitement. My nipples grow taut when I think of me on my knees before you as you sit in your chair. I pull into a parking spot close to the door of the building, flip open the visor mirror, and double check that all is in place. I close the visor, get out of the car, and almost skip to the door. I am so giddy with excitement and I am so turned on my face is flushed. Thankfully I only used a dab of blush.

  I reach the lobby door and have to take in a deep breath, mustering all the courage I can to continue on with this little surprise of mine. Finally opening the door, swaying my hips in a sexy way, I not quite saunter but not quite run to the elevators. A smile crosses my lips as I see the men in the lobby look at me as I pass by them. Pressing the 'up' button, I wait to hear the ding of the elevator, walk on and push the number 9 to get to your floor. My heart picks up its pace, and I can hear it thumping in my ear, almost like it'll hop from my chest any minute. I exit the elevator, walk to the front desk to say hello to the receptionist.

  "Hi Jessie, how are you today," I politely inquire and add, "Is my guy busy with clients or a meeting at the moment?"

  She looks slightly busy but smiles at me saying, "Oh no Mrs. Sinclair he is just eating his lunch in his office," she reaches for the phone, "I will let him know you're here!"

  "Oh no, please don't Jessie. I wish to surprise Mr. Sinclair today." I exclaim quickly so she doesn't have the chance to announce that I am here.

  She replaces the receiver then says with a knowing grin, "Okay Mrs. Sinclair please just continue down the hall to his office."

  At this point also thinking to myself that a lunch bag would have been a nice distraction, something surprise you with. Guessing that Jessie now knew my intentions. I was glad that you didn't know I was coming, that wasn't part of my plan. I walk down the hall to your office, seeing your door closed means that you are expecting to be left alone. I move my hand into a fist and rap on the door gently, eyes and lips formed to smile with excitement.

  "Yes hello, come in," I hear his very rough, manly voice say with confusion.

  I slowly open the door, first I step one leg through, my stocking and skirt showing my thigh, then bring the rest of me through. Closing the door and leaning against it, I trail my finger from my belly button to my mouth. I gently suck on it, my grin apparent around it and mischief dancing in my eyes. My eyes meet yours as I see a smile sparkle in your eyes, tugging at your lips.

  "Hey Babe. Brought me lunch.... - or are you lunch?" You say playfully, adding a wink.

  I slowly shake my head, my eyes cast down at the desk. Removing my finger with force to have it make POP sound. Giggling as I stride sensuously to your chair, I place a hand at the top of your chair, firmly pushing at it, so you face me. Guiding my palm down your chest, to your waist, I capture your already aroused bulge, groaning at the fabric between my hand and your cock.

  Excited, I turn, wiggling my ass at you, then gyrate in the air for effect, going lower to meet your bulge. I see your hands grip the arms of your chair, ready to pounce on me. I reach for them, still swaying my hips as I move backwards to bring my ass just above your bulge. Placing my palms over your tightly gripped hands I use that as leverage to move further down, feeling the fabric covering your hard cock, tickle the bare part of my ass the thong doesn't hide. I remove one of your hands with mine over it, replacing it atop my breast, holding it there until you get my message to massage. Gently at first then firmer, I moan as I grind my ass into you with more passion and power.

  "Oh yeah, baby! Grab my tits harder! Yeah, like that," I moan breathlessly.

  I hear how excited you are in your reply, "Oh god, sweetheart if you don't take my cock out of these pants soon, it may bust out on it's own. I am so hot for you right now."

  That was all the encouragement I needed to casually stand, your hands slipping from my breasts. Once upright, I turn to face you and sway my hips with smooth motions, my eyes catching yours, holding you with my stare. My hands roam over my body as you follow my every move.

  Holding my hand at my aroused pussy, a finger slips in. "I am so wet," I exclaim in a whispered, sensuous voice.

  "Please let me have you, I want you so bad. Your pussy is wet for me." You say with nothing but want.

  I nod at you as I look straight at your crotch, "Let it out him out baby, I want him to come out and play!" I whisper while my tongue traces my lips.

  Your hand undoes your button and zipper. I see your cock spring free, already poised hard and ready for me. Not wasting anytime I turn my spiraling hips and sway with urgency as my backside gets closer to your hard cock. One of my hands lowers to my pussy, taking the thong and holding it to the side. You're so close that you can see my glistening wetness. I hear you gasp then swallow hard, and I feel your cock pulse just outside of me. A whimper and heavy breathing is the only thing that can be heard in the air. Suddenly I am shocked as I feel two of your fingers enter me, and not gently. They are forceful and urgent. "I want my cock in this tight pussy of yours, it's so wet. Are you ready for my cock, sweetheart?" Your voice echoes softly in my ear.

  I can't muster up any words, just a nod, followed by another whimper. Your fingers leave me empty, but your hands on my hips push me down to meet your cock, and my hand still holds onto my thong so you can enter without the fabric to hinder you. I loudly moan as you penetrate me with force; my pussy is taken and completely filled with your size. You stay buried in me while I adjust to you and my pussy grips tight to your hardness. You moan as I look at you and see you biting down on your lip wanting to move inside me. I take control, rotating so my pussy is r
olling over your cock. I let my thong go now that your cock obstructs it from snapping back into place.

  I bend touching my palms flat on the floor, pumping you inside of me over and over. Leaning forward, your thrusts meeting mine, and your thumb now over my clit. Rubbing, then pinching me. Pure ecstasy coursing through me, I warn you, " I am so close baby, I am going to cum soon."

  "Yes cum for me, cum all over my cock." You pant in my ear.

  I shout out through gritted teeth, "Yes! Feels so good."

  My cum drenching both of us, your cock and body tense as the sensation of it gets to you. I feel your release spurt deep inside me as your hands grip my hips tighter and one last hard thrust, "You make me cum so hard, yes!" You groan with your husky pleasured tone that I love so much.

  I stay put for a minute to recover, you growl and nip at my shoulder since we have both relaxed and sunk back into your chair. Pleasure shown by our smug grins. Then a rap at the door; jars us from our afterglow.

  "Mr. Sinclair, sir. Sorry to bother you but your one o'clock is here and he seems perturbed that it's 15 minutes after the hour," Jessie says through the closed door, panic apparent in her voice.

  We look at each other and giggle, knowing what we just did. As if we have our own inside joke. "Okay Jessie, just tell them I will walk Mrs. Sinclair down to the lobby and be right with them, please," he manages without any indication of what we did.

  I use the arms of his chair to push myself up and off of him, giggling again when I look at you and see our cum on your now softened cock. I notice the napkin on your desk from lunch and use it to dab away some of our wetness from you and then me. Toss it in the trash, and carefully tuck your cock back into your pants. You pull up your zipper and I straighten my clothes up.