Forced Erotica

by Emmie Combs

  Holding her close to me, I gently massaged her back and buttocks, and she ran her fingers through my hair, while kissing me hard on the mouth. Unbuttoning my shirt, Monica kissed my chest, and flicked her tongue over my nipples, while I helped her out of her nightie. We undressed each other carefully, so as not to rip our costumes, and piss off the Costumer (we were mad with passion, but we weren't stupid), and caressed and kissed each tantalizing bit of flesh as it was revealed. Stripped down to her silky blue panties, Monica pulled my face to her perfectly shaped little tits, and I took one of them into my mouth. Sighing a little sigh, she encouraged me to suck harder, and to bite her perky nipple. And as my teeth sank into her breast, she clawed at my back with her long nails.

  Tugging at my boxer shorts, Monica soon had me completely nude, and she kissed the tip of my rock hard penis. Kneeling in front of me, and looking directly in my eyes, she licked my dick from the base, all the way up the shaft, to my engorged cockhead, flicking her tongue along the way. Mmmmm, it felt so nice, and my cock twitched at her touch. She climbed on top of me again, this time her position reversed, and lowered her panty-clad pussy to my waiting mouth. I breathed in her fragrant woman-scent, and kissing her panties, and tasting her salty wet desire through the thin material, I felt her mouth engulf my stiff prick, and slide her tongue all up and down the shaft. She took me all the way into her mouth, as far as it would go, before very slowly slipping it out again, and scraping the head with her teeth. I gasped, but I sure as Hell didn't complain!

  Monica continued to suck my cock, and suck it so nicely, while I pulled her panties to one side, to taste her sweet nectar. And her pussy-juice was certainly worthy of the gods. Slurping noisily, I drank deeply of her cream and honey, sliding my tongue over and between her nether-lips, and flicking it over her clit, making her writhe in pure delectation. With my cock in her mouth, she moaned, and I felt the vibrations in my shaft and balls, and I couldn't help but thrust upwards, fucking her mouth. She didn't seem to mind, and she sucked harder and faster, and moaned lustily.

  Tracing circles around the hood of her clit with my tongue, I slipped a finger between her dripping wet cunt-lips, and squeezed her ass with my other hand. I pushed back her hood, and gave her clitty direct stimulation with my tongue, while fingering her quivering cunt. I could have licked her pussy for hours, if it took hours to make her cum. It's something I simply love to do. But it didn't take hours. After a few minutes of licking and fingering, Monica was suddenly bucking like a wild mare. She was thrashing about, and I had to wrap my arms around her waist to keep her pussy in my face. Clutching her tightly, I pushed her that last inch towards rapture, and she came in waves, washing my face in her love-juice. Bless her, she tried her best to keep sucking my cock through all of this, but in the end she had to take her mouth off of it, to allow her screams to escape. And I'd always thought she was so quiet.

  Dismounting from my face, Monica tackled me, covering me with kisses, and lapping up her juices from my face. She grabbed my cock, and I groaned in pleasure, as she kissed her way down my chest, and licked my nipples while stroking me gently. I helped her out of her panties, while she jerked me off, and kissed and nibbled on my sensitive nipples.

  Leaving my nipples, Monica moved down my body, planting a tender kiss every inch or so along the way, finally kissing my penis again. She licked it like an ice-cream cone, and then slipped it into her mouth, sucking hard, and using her tongue wonderfully. I sat up, with my back to the headboard, so that I could get a better view of my cock moving in and out of her pretty mouth. She obviously loved sucking cock as much as I love eating pussy, and she was good at it. Grabbing a handful of her wild red mane of hair, I pushed my cock deep into her mouth, and told her with my moans what a great job she was doing.

  Fucking Monica's mouth was fantastic, and I was soon on the very brink of climax. I truly wanted to fuck her pussy, and if I came in her mouth, I couldn't guarantee that I'd be up to it, so reluctantly, I pulled out of her mouth. It was just in time, too. I felt my orgasm building, tightening my ball-sack, and I think one more stroke would have driven me to the end. As it was, there was a large drop of pre-cum dribbling from my hard dick. Smiling sexily at me, she licked up my semen with the tip of her tongue, and then climbed onto my lap.

  Wrapping her legs around my waist, Monica slid her pussy up and down on my cockshaft, kissing it with her pussylips as she kissed my mouth with hers. "You want to fuck me, don't you, Keith?" she asked rhetorically, as my cockhead rubbed her clit.

  "I want to fuck you until you scream again," I answered.

  "Mmmmmm! Sounds good to me!" she said, reaching down to guide my cock into her cunt. Lowering herself inch by inch onto my hardness, Monica began to bounce up and down on my lap, and I met her hips with powerful thrusts, fucking her hard and fast.

  Reaching down between our bodies, I rubbed her clit with my fingers as she impaled herself on my stiff prick again and again, and I kissed her chest, and licked and nibbled her breasts. Our bodies were drenched in sweat from the heat of the stage lights, not to mention the heat of our passion, and locked in our ardorous embrace we lost ourselves in primal lust. "Fuck me harder!" she hissed in my ear, and I did as she requested, fucking her with everything I had, and she clawed at my back like a jungle cat taking down her prey. And roaring like a lion, I came inside her as she milked my cock with her pussy.

  Her orgasm followed right behind mine, her thrashing nearly knocking us off the bed and onto the stage floor, and she screamed even louder than before. Every muscle in her body (including her pussy, which gripped my cock like a fist) tensed up, and in a sudden burst of energy, she came, and went limp, sighed heavily, and collapsed against my chest. Holding her close, I left my cock inside her as it went soft with great satisfaction, and I kissed her tenderly.

  After a few moments, I looked around the theatre, almost expecting an audience to be applauding our "performance". But the house was just as empty and silent as when we arrived, and we just sat and held each other for awhile longer.

  Taking our time getting dressed, exchanging kisses and embraces as we did so, we took a short break for coffee and soft drinks, and rehearsed the rest of our scenes.

  We both agreed later that what happened was out of the blue, and that it was probably fueled by the passion that our characters had for each other. Who knows what might happen after the run of the show? It could be the start of many wild times together, or we might find that we don't have the same chemistry off-stage. Either way, we'll live with it, and remain friends.

  I just hope that when we perform the play in front of an audience, we don't forget that we're just acting again! Of course, we'd be guaranteed a standing ovation.

  The End.

  Butter Her Butt

  It was a lazy Sunday morning, and we had just finished off a huge stack of flapjacks, slathered in butter and maple syrup, for breakfast. My roommate, Rick, was out of town for the weekend, with his band, "Barefoot and Pregnant", and Pamela and I had the place to ourselves. Pushing aside our dishes for the moment, we sat in front of the TV, looking for something other than a televangelist's broadcast to watch. We found a re-run of "Gilligan's Island", and put down the remote, cuddling in each other's arms on the sofa. After a busy week, and an equally busy weekend, we had no other plans than to sit like lumps in our bathrobes, and watch the boob-tube.

  As is often the case when I have a lovely lady in my arms, my hands started roaming Pamela's body, almost of their own will. Slipping my hand under her robe, I gently stroked the skin between her sensitive breasts with the tips of my fingers, and Pamela cuddled in closer, her own hand moving slowly over my thigh. I don't know how long we sat like this, just caressing each other, but we sat through at least two episodes of "Gilligan", and were halfway through "Andy Griffith", when Pamela tugged at the sash of my robe, and began caressing my balls. My cock began to grow slowly harder as she played with my balls, and I began fingering her perky nipples. I kissed her softly, and slipped m
y tongue between her parted lips. The kiss gradually became more urgent, as our passion grew, and we tore each other's robes off, throwing them onto the floor.

  Grabbing up the bottle of pancake syrup, I poured a few drops on each of her nipples. Cleaning the sweet goo off of her tits with my tongue, I took her sighs to mean that she liked it, and poured more syrup over her breasts. Flicking my tongue over her perky tits, I cleaned her up again, as she started stroking my cock with her small but talented hands.

  Taking the syrup from me, Pamela coated my manhood with the sticky substance, and then started licking my cock; flicking her tongue over the head, and running it up and down the shaft. Slipping it into her mouth, she sucked my cock, and hungrily slurped at the syrup. Her tongue felt fantastic on my hard cock, and soon I was moaning and groaning like a man possessed. My body shook, as I approached orgasm, and I stopped just in time, and pulled out of her mouth. I almost came in Pamela's face, as she licked a small droplet of pre-cum off of the tip of my cockhead.

  I was now ready for another helping of breakfast, so I snatched the syrup back from Pamela, and started pouring it liberally over her thighs, and let it drip haphazardly over her belly and her cunt. Following the trail of syrup over her body with my tongue, I made Pamela squirm with pleasure. Teasingly, I avoided her cunt for now, and concentrated on cleaning the syrup from her tummy and her thighs. Her body shook a bit as I tickled her with my tongue, running it from her ribs to her hips; I paused to drink the syrup from her navel, and Pamela spread her legs wide as I licked them clean.

  Not caring in the least that I was getting my beard sticky, I began licking the syrup from Pamela's sweet cunt. I noted that this was one hundred times better than the flapjacks we'd finished earlier, and I proceeded to lick the platter clean. I ran my tongue between her pussy lips, and slowly around her clitoris, before plunging it deep into her love-hole. Pamela began moaning loudly as I tongue-fucked her, and she ground her sticky cunt into my face. I continued eating her, and soon the flood of her love-juices mixed with the gooey syrup, and I don't know which was sweeter.

  And I was hungrier than ever!

  With my urging, Pamela got on all fours in front of the sofa, and I applied more syrup to her body. I drew several lines up and down her back, and I drew concentric circles on each of her buttocks. Nibbling from time to time, I licked the sticky trail of syrup from her back, and reached under to pull on her hard nipples.

  Sexily swaying her ass in front of me, Pamela moaned her pleasure, as I started licking the syrup from her buttocks. I took my time about it, and I ran my tongue over every inch of Pamela's lovely round ass-cheeks, licking up every drop of syrup from her hot flesh. Her moans came louder and louder as my tongue got closer and closer to her asshole. She loves it when I lick her ass, and I knew that's what she wanted me to do, but I was going to make her ask for it. So I continued to tease her, licking and nibbling her buttocks, and slipping my tongue between them, tantalizingly close to her asshole. I flicked my tongue once over the outer rim of her anus, before going back to her buttocks, and she nearly whimpered when I did so.

  Finally she'd had enough hoping, and she placed the bottle of syrup in my hand. "Pour some on my asshole," she said in a whisper, "and then lick it clean." I did as she asked, because I love to please her, and also because it is what I wanted to do in the first place. Squeezing the bottle, I shot a thick blob of syrup between her ass-cheeks, and I used my fingers to spread it around, and coat her asshole with it. Pushing her sticky buttocks apart with my hands, I proceeded to run my tongue along the crack of her ass, catching the syrup as it dripped down. Again, Pamela's moans got louder and louder as I licked closer and closer to her anus, but this time I would not deny her her desire. I circled her asshole with my tongue, rimming her sweet puckered anus, and licked every bit of syrup from it. Her body trembled with pleasure as I rubbed her clit with my fingers, and licked her asshole. She pushed her ass against my face, and ground her pussy to my hand, and she screamed in pleasure as I penetrated her anus with my tongue. Her body was a mass of contracted muscle as she climaxed, and "Oh, GOD!" coated my hand in her cum.

  Using the sofa for support, Pamela swayed her hips sexily at me, and she pleaded with me to fuck her ass. I was bound and determined to do just that, but I didn't want to take the time to get the lubricant from the bedroom, so I took the tub of melting butter from our breakfast, and using the butter-knife, spread a generous amount over her buttocks. Then, with my hands, I moved it between her cheeks, and smeared it over her asshole. There was still plenty left on my hands, so I stroked my still-hard cock, slathering it with butter, too.

  Kneeling behind Pamela, I touched her asshole with the tip of my cock, and she sighed sexily. The butter turned out to be the perfect lube, and I effortlessly slipped my cock into her asshole as she pushed her hips back towards me. Reaching around to massage her clit, I slowly and gently fucked her ass, and Pamela moaned in ecstasy. In no time, my climax was imminent, and I had to stop all motion for a moment or two. Pamela waited impatiently for me to start fucking her again, but she enjoyed my manual attentions on her clit.

  When the danger had passed, I moved my cock deep inside her ass, and then pulled slowly back out. I did this again and again, each time moving in a little bit faster, a little bit harder, but pulling out slower still. Soon, Pamela was pounding her buttocks against my hips, impaling herself on my rock-hard cock, and she placed a hand over mine pushing my finger into her cunt. I fucked her ass harder and faster, and fingered her cunt, and massaged her clit, coaxing her orgasm from her. I was close, and I knew that I couldn't possibly stop myself from cumming in her ass this time.

  Biting Pamela's shoulder, I fucked her ass with wild abandon, encouraged by her voluptuous moans of pleasure, and soon we were both shuddering violently. Our cries of joy filled the room, and my semen filled Pamela's asshole, as her own orgasm flowed from her pussy like a hot spring.

  We managed, somehow, to crawl back up onto the sofa, before collapsing in a heap. After a long luxuriant cuddle on the sofa, we regained our sapped energy, and we were able to clear away the dishes, before we went in for a nice, hot shower.

  What a lovely way to spend a lazy Sunday.

  The End.

  Fun with the Waiter

  Do you remember that time we took that trip out of town for the weekend? And how we ended up getting a little tipsy in the restaurant? And that young guy that ended up in our room? I know, how could you forget?

  We were sitting in a booth in a little restaurant uptown having dinner . We'd had a glass of wine or two, and our inhibitions were down. And apparently, yours were really down.

  You had been flirting with our waiter the whole time. He was young, muscular, good looking. His wavy blonde hair fell down over his forehead above his blue eyes. You could tell he was used to getting attention from women: he was an outrageous flirt, not concealing the fact that he was looking down your dress. And you were dressed seductively that night. Your nipples pushed through the thin fabric of that little red dress that I like you in so well. Your finger traced circles around the rim of your wine glass as you looked at him coyly.

  You got up to go to the restroom, and I watched him as he watched you, your dress falling over the curves of your ass, your smooth , your tan legs so shapely, your high heels. When you were away, he looked at me and said, "I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you're a lucky man." Little did he know that he would be a lucky man that night, too.

  When you came back, you opened your purse and showed me your panties there. I looked down at your lap, and you quickly pulled up your skirt, and I got a glimpse of the little patch of black hair. You touched your slit, rubbing it with your finger, and put your finger to my mouth . I could smell and taste your familiar scent. But you quickly pulled down your skirt when you could see him coming back with the check.

  You took the bill to pass to me, but intentionally dropped the pen under our table. "Woops, sorry," you said. "Can you get that for us?"
When he disappeared under the tablecloth, I saw you spread your legs under the table. He came up grinning with the pen and handed it to me. But that wasn't enough, you wanted him to look again, and, in fact, you wanted more than that.

  "I think I lost an earring on the floor. It's right at my feet and I can't quite reach it. Do you mind?" He looked at you, smiling, and then at me as if to say, " Do you mind?" My smile was his permission. He went under the table again. You reached under the table and under your dress, your finger motioning him to come closer to your pussy. You spread your lips apart with your fingers. You could feel his hair on your inner thighs, and when you leaned your head back and sighed, I knew his tongue had found your sex. You put your thighs back together to lock his head in place, your hands caressed the back of his head. Trying to remain quiet, you came within a minute, pressing him into your pussy.

  He emerged from under the table, his face shining from your wetness. He took the check, and when he came back, I told him, "If you leave with us, there'll be a big tip for you." He looked over his shoulder, presumably at his manager, and said, "Let me see what I can do." We could see him talking with his boss, a mousy young woman with glasses. After a minute of conversation, he took off his apron and put it over his shoulder. I filled out the tip, and we left. When we made the corner, we looked back and he was right behind us. We waited a minute for him to catch up, and the three of us walked together to our hotel room.

  When we got to our hotel room, you and I started kissing, largely ignoring him, until you slipped your dress over your head and tossed it at his feet. You stood there, wearing only your heels, your breasts standing out proudly, tapering down to your hard nipples. We started kissing again, and you rubbed my aching cock through my pants. Without our lips parting, you took off my shirt, throwing it back over my shoulders and I shrugged it off. You moved down to lick and suck my nipples, one and then the other, while unfastening my pants and letting them fall to the floor. You pushed me back onto the bed, and I removed my socks and shoes. You made a point of making eye contact with him while you tongued up an down my shaft. Then you pushed me back onto the bed. Maintaining eye contact, you hovered over me and slid my cock into your pussy. You moaned as I lifted my hips off the bed to stroke you. Our friend couldn't stand it any longer, and was hurriedly taking off his clothes. When he got down to his underwear, a pair of tight gray bikini-type underwear, there was a dark wet stain in front. "Take those off. We want to see your cock," you insisted in a whisper. He slipped them off and his long, thick cock twitched at being freed.