Forced Erotica

by Emmie Combs

  I immediately began to lick her pussy and noticed she was watching me intently. At 44, Pat wasn't overweight at all, but her legs weren't skinny either. Rather they were just sexy as hell, full thighs kept in check by regular visits to the gym and as she drunkenly settled on my mouth, her weight pressed down too, adding to the excitement I felt and of course being at her mercy. At first, she seemed content to let my tongue do the work and even let out the odd sigh, indicating she was enjoying it. The alcohol was preventing her from reaching her orgasmic peak though and this boiled over into frustration gradually. Pat didn't say anything as such, but her hips began to move almost involuntarily and her crotch moved possessively over my face. Within 5 minutes her occasional movement was now a steady back and forth grinding which let her stimulate herself on my chin, mouth, lips and nose. The steady fucking limited me to gulping in air then leaving my tongue out for her to slide over. I'm not claustrophobic in the slightest so I found it no problem but Pat had heard my breathing become louder.

  "Gasp all you want, but I'll move when you've given me an orgasm" she said to me.

  I tried to nod, which I could barely do and looked up at her.

  "Yes Mistress Pat" I managed to say and she looked down at me.

  "Ah yes, Mistress indeed. Well, help me cum then" she stated and moved into the final stage of her build up to orgasm.

  The pace increased and Pat was now moving faster, back and forth on my lower face and lifting her asscheeks up when her pussy was over my mouth then pressing her cheeks down hard onto my mouth which of course meant my nose slipped into her pussy. Then she would slide back down my face again. As she did this faster, her legs held me harder too and I could feel myself more aroused as she simply used me to cum. When I thought I couldn't take any more she moved even faster and now she was getting closer to that plateau of pleasure. Her pace increased and she was now grinding down hard and fucking my face as fast as her crotch could move. She looked amazing poised above me, groaning as her orgasm came closer and finally her thighs clutched my head like a vice as she screamed out.

  "Oh fuck, I'm cumming on your face!" she yelled out as her orgasm hit hard.

  I did what I could and it wasn't for a full 5 minutes that she went from fast to medium to slow and finally stopped moving altogether. My face was red and glistening as she rolled onto her back and let me kiss down her body as she lay back recovering from orgasm

  "Talk dirty to me" she said suddenly and smiled as I began to compliment her, telling her what a privilege it was to have my face fucked by her.

  "You know, my marriage meant all the things a woman should gradually enjoy and look forward to never happened. I mean, I love sex and I love oral more than anything but in my twenties, I compromised far too much. Well, no more. I'm going to enjoy all the things I could never enjoy sexually before. I'm putting my desires first for a change and I know exactly what I want. I want to be made to feel like the sexiest woman in the world, I want an orgasm whenever I feel like one, I don't want to have to run around doing what a guy wants, I've had enough of that. It's time a guy realised he should be making an effort for me. I'm just warning you, because this isn't a phase, this is what sex will be like with me" she declared proudly.

  "Whatever you say Mistress" I wisely concurred and she sighed in amusement at my subservience to her declaration.

  "I remember being 17 and kneeling down to give my first blow job. Well, that is just a silly memory now. From now on, I'll be the one standing and enjoying my man doing all the kneeling. Hey, that reminds me. I have to get some skirts which flare out a bit, you know, if we end up out somewhere and I get too frisky to wait until we are indoors" she continued, obviously enjoying the idea of what I would be doing to her and what she fully intended to enjoy.

  After a very long session of being licked out, Pat was shaking to another orgasm and made no objection when I eagerly mounted her and slipped my rock hard cock into her wet folds.

  Over the next few weeks, Pat enjoyed the odd bout of socialising, letting me buy her drinks basically and having the feeling of being wined and dined by her younger lover. For my part, it meant regular oral sex for her with intercourse thrown in for good measure. We would still stop off in her jeep about twice a week and she stayed over at my place almost every weekend now, or I stayed with her. She likened our sexual liaisons to having a great meal then being handed the dessert menu. Often, I would bring her to orgasm then lick her gently and gradually build her up to a second orgasm, before she would let me fuck her. This was her way of saying she wanted dessert first.

  She had already commented a couple of times that she thought I was very handsome and it turned her on no end to fuck my face hard, knowing I would let her, yet other girls had no idea what a total pussy hound I was.

  Then a few weeks later, Pat was moving to another part of the business and was hosting drinks in the usual haunt in town for close colleagues and friends. As the evening wore on, people made their goodbyes until Pat was still there with just a few friends and me. The bar was quiet as it was a Thursday and having the Friday off meant Pat had picked a week night to have drinks. Of course, most people were working the next day hence the bar slowly quietening down. At one point I was speaking to her as she about to use the women's toilet when without warning she grabbed my hand and ventured in. It was empty and she proceeded straight to the end stall, of which there were only 3. I was slightly worried about being thrown out by a bouncer at this point, but Pat was drunk and past caring. She used the loo quickly then stood up, ushering me to sit on the toilet lid. When she realised this wouldn't have me at waist height, she had me kneel instead and held back her knickers with a gleam of arousal in her eye.

  "Hurry up" she urged and did I ever.

  Part of me had to admit this was exciting but another part of me thought about being caught and reasoned speed was of the essence. However, alcohol has a funny way of delaying orgasm and Pat was only halfway there when the main door opened and we heard voices. A few girls were together and none of the voices sounded familiar but I could hear a discussion about make up and then some of the cubicle doors near us being slammed shut. One girl seemed to still be at the mirror as her voice was further away and they kept up a conversation. The girl must have approached the cubicle we were in because she tried the door and that's when I realised Pat hadn't bothered to lock it. To her credit, Pat didn't panic too much but the girl let out a silent gasp. Pat shrugged her shoulders in apology and dropping her skirt, simply walked out of the cubicle and headed for the exit. I hurriedly scrambled to my feet to follow when the girl gasped again; it was someone I was at school with and she was probably only 2 years older than me. She didn't look embarrassed, just really surprised as it was evident I had been performing oral sex on an older woman. I went bright red as I mumbled a whispered apology and followed Pat to the door. Once there, I pretended to be on my mobile so that it may have just looked as if I'd stumbled into the wrong door whilst talking but no one seemed to notice. I assumed Pat would want to leave immediately but instead she asked me to get a round of drinks in for her, Hazel and Tracey, who were still out with her. I did so and walking back to the table, I saw my old school colleague with her friends. She perhaps hadn't told them what she had witnessed as none of them gaped at me, but she smiled a knowing smile and stopped to talk.

  "Long time no see" she quipped sarcastically.

  "Um, hi Lynsey. So you still live in town then?" I asked.

  "Yeah. You bought a flat near the park last I heard, didn't you?" she asked me.

  "Yeah. Good investment. Well, I'd best be going" I stammered.

  "Sure. Hey, my friend Jenny, she's the one over there wearing the red skirt and white blouse. Well, she really likes you. Don't worry I won't say anything about what you were up to she's a great girl. She usually goes running in the park every Monday" she added, smiling as she walked off.

  I was intrigued and slightly turned on. Jennifer wasn't a classic beauty, rather a girl with a fairl
y sexy body and long dark hair, 2 or 3 years older than me. I wondered if she meant something innocent and then reasoned I should forget whatever it was as Pat would be furious if I even looked at anyone else.

  The End.

  Bringing Wall Street to his Knees

  "Have you been good this week, Wall Street?" Maria asked as she carelessly placed a stiletto heel in the middle of Allen's back, forcing him down onto all fours.

  When she walked into the room, he was kneeling naked, head humbly bowed as instructed. He dared to sneak a peek at her, catching his breath at the sight of her in a black leather bustier and miniskirt, whisking a braided leather flogger at her side.

  "Yes, My Lady," he answered, knowing the penalty for a negative answer. He quaked inwardly to even think about the punishment she would mete out.

  "Well let me see, it's been eight days. You must be near to bursting, I think." The words dripped with taunting cruelty as she reached down and yanked the leash attached to his black leather cock ring. He gasped at the sharp pain but obediently rose to his feet. She reached down and grabbed his balls, feeling them for fullness and weight.

  "Hmmm...these seem a bit light," she said, squeezing them hard, casually admiring her manicure, approving of the fresh fire-engine red color even as he cringed and doubled over.

  "No, My Lady, I didn't mean to, I swear. It was a wet dream. I couldn't stop it!" He tried to fall to his knees to beg but couldn't because of her tight grip on his ball sac.

  Involuntary or not, she knew he needed to be punished. Debating inwardly, she decided on 20 lashes; he'd enjoy 50 too much.

  She began stroking his cock with her hand, rubbing his balls soothingly, nodding her approval as he began to get hard. His eyes drifted shut at the pleasure of her touch, so he was surprised at the lash of the flogger across his crotch. Although he moaned and whimpered as she administered his punishment, he remained rock hard.

  The strands of the flogger left their angry red marks across his upper thighs, cock and belly. He slipped to his knees to huddle whimpering at her feet.

  She could feel stirrings of arousal. Pulling on the leash again, she arranged him on his knees, facing toward the wall. Standing in front of him, she shimmied her tight skirt up over her hips, revealing sleek thighs clad in lace-topped stockings and a bare pussy, lips swollen slightly with passion.

  "Lick me," she commanded.

  He placed his hands on her hips and buried his face eagerly between her thighs. Her eyes closed then, head tilting back to rest against the wall. He licked her greedily, sliding the flat of his tongue up and down the crease between her legs. Using his fingers, he parted her pussy lips and ran his stiff tongue in circles around her clit.

  She allowed him to feast on her for a few minutes longer, then gave the leash another pull to get his attention.

  "Stand up." He rose obediently to face her. She put her hands on the laces of the bustier, and, never breaking eye contact, slowly unlaced it to reveal full breasts topped with erect pink nipples. Slowly she placed her hands on the back of his head, guiding his mouth to her. His warm tongue licked her nipples, slowly circling them the way she liked. Increasing the pressure on the back of his head worked to deepen the suction he applied as her passion mounted. He straightened and she could feel his hard cock pressing against her belly. She ground herself against him, grinning slightly as he trembled at the contact. Lowering his head again, he bit her nipple hard in his excitement. Although the sharp pain excited her, she couldn't let him know.

  She slapped his face sharply.

  "I'm sorry, My Lady," he apologized meekly.

  She caressed his cheek, rubbing lightly at the red marks left by her fingers.

  "I know," she said softly, giving him a sweet kiss on the lips.

  "Now get on your knees." She put both hands on his shoulders and pushed him once more to his knees. Turning around, Maria thrust her ass in Allen's face. He spread her cheeks and began to lick the crease from top to bottom. She put one hand on the wall to brace herself and used the other to caress her own breast, cupping the weight of it in her palm. She squeezed lightly, then used her fingers to pinch and pull lightly at the aroused nipple.

  Allen continued to bathe her ass with his tongue. Flattening it, he used it to lick concentric circles around her tight opening. Finally, he slipped his tongue inside her, holding her hips tight to his face. He was moaning and breathing hard with excitement, his cock painfully hard and oozing pre-cum. He would cum soon just from ministering to her. Although she was close to her own orgasm, she recognized the signs in him, and he was not to be allowed relief so soon. Pulling away, she led him to a chair in the corner of the room.

  She sat him down, pulling his thighs apart so she could step between them. Reaching into a pocket of her skirt, she extracted a small bottle and poured something into her palm. Turning her attention to his red, swollen penis, she began to stroke it slowly. Allen hissed out a breath as the warming liquid enhanced the sensation of her soft hand sliding up and down his engorged flesh. Using the other hand, she fondled his balls, expertly working him to the edge of orgasm, then backing off. She repeated this process until he was shaking and moaning.

  Abruptly, she pulled back.

  "I'll be right back. Don't cum," she said simply.

  She left him sitting there in a daze. Although there were restraints on the chair, she didn't bother to use them. She was confident of her power over him and knew he would obey. She also knew that having his hands free and having to resist the temptation to stroke himself to completion was far more torture than simply binding him.

  The minutes dragged. Allen sat in the chair, naked. He was wearing a silver-studded leather cock ring, tightly snapped, around his cock and balls, that kept him hard even as he tried to clear his mind of all erotic thoughts.

  Finally, Maria returned. She had changed clothes and freshened her makeup. Her dark curly hair was combed into a casually trendy style and her brown eyes sparkled with energy. She had exchanged the black leather for a lacy red teddy.

  She inspected him, smiling with satisfaction at his still-swollen cock and balls. She patted his head patronizingly.

  "Wouldn't your Rolex-wearing Wall Street buddies laugh their asses off if they saw you now," she sneered.

  Allen was a stockbroker by day and his secret life as Maria's sub was the perfect antidote to the stress and uncertainty of his daily existence. They had met on the internet and quickly realized they shared complementary interests in the power dynamics of an intimate relationship. It amused Maria endlessly to play the sweet, mild-mannered schoolteacher by day and his fiery Domme by night.

  Disdaining the leash, she wrapped her hand tightly around his cock and gave a sharp yank, leading him all the way across the room to the bed in the corner. She laid him on his back, arranging him for her pleasure. Reaching into the nightstand, she removed a pair of thigh cuffs, which she used to secure his hands tightly to his sides.

  "I'm going to sit on your face. Won't you like that? And if you're very good, I'll let you make me cum."

  Allen moaned eagerly and his cock twitched in anticipation of serving her this way.

  She stood on the side of the bed and slipped the teddy over her head. Standing there, she gave him a moment to admire her full breasts, round hips and slim, strong legs. Then she moved gracefully onto the bed and knelt with one leg on each side of his neck. She lowered herself oh-so-slowly onto his waiting mouth.

  He moaned again at the taste of her, musky and feminine. In a near frenzy of lust he lapped and licked at her dripping slit. He almost screamed as she reached back and viciously pinched his nipple.

  "Slow down," she snapped.

  Obediently, he slowed his pace, his cock throbbing painfully in the leather ring. He thought if she didn't allow him to cum soon, he might pass out.

  He knew his punishment would be swift and severe if he came before Maria gave her permission. So he recited stock symbols in his head as he continued licking and sucking a
t her pussy. She moaned in satisfaction, rotating her hips, grinding her clit against his nose. He gloried in the feeling of pleasing her. The combination of lack of oxygen and her frenzied movements increased his arousal until his cock was very nearly purple with veins throbbing, his hips squirming and legs thrashing.

  "Oh yes," Maria called out, her head falling back and her legs going stiff. She squirmed and bucked over his face, his tongue lashing at her clit as waves of pleasure flowed through her body. She rode his face until the last spasms of her orgasm passed and she fell limply against the headboard of the bed.

  After a few minutes, she rolled off him and cuddled him close. Looking down at his pulsating cock, she cooed sympathetically, "Poor baby, let's see what we can do about that."

  He sighed with relief as he felt her moving above him. Finally, she was going to allow him to cum. He shrieked and nearly came off the bed as he felt her hand, full of ice cubes, close around his rigid erection. She laughed cruelly and applied them to his aching balls as well. Using both hands, she massaged him with the dripping ice cubes until he was shivering and his cock was only semi-hard.

  "That wasn't too bad, but I've had better," she said, referring to her earlier orgasm.

  "Right now I really need a big, hard cock inside me."

  She looked at his shriveled cock contemptuously and reached across him to rummage in the bedside table.

  "This is what I need. You watch carefully and see what a full size dick looks like."

  She was holding a Goliath silicone dildo, shimmery purple and exquisitely detailed with lifelike veins and ridges.

  Allen's eyes went dark with lust and his abused cock twitched with returning life. He adored watching her masturbate and seeing the huge dildo filling and stretching her tight pussy was enough to drive him wild.

  Rising, she closed her hand around him and led him back to the chair. His gait was awkward because his hands were still bound to his thighs. He stumbled once, and she yanked viciously on the leash, wringing a moan of pleasure-pain from him.