Forced Erotica

by Emmie Combs

  We continued our closing work side by side, me asking her questions about what they have tried, she blushing furiously at my interrogation but never refusing to answer. We were just about to clock out when Vanya asked me her final question.

  "What does an orgasm feel like?"

  I stumbled to explain something that is so difficult to pinpoint. Every time I tried to put the sensation into words I felt like it wasn't good enough. Each description I gave was met with a quick nodding of her head and a happy smile like she understood, but I knew she really didn't. I closed my eyes and tried one more time.

  "It starts out easy and feels really good," I began. "Then it builds and builds until it gets to be too much and then it feels like the dam breaks as your muscles start contracting and pleasure washes all over your body." I opened my eyes, pleased with my description and a little aroused from imagining an orgasm. Vanya smiled and nodded.

  "Sounds pleasant," she declared, but from her bland smile I could tell she didn't truly understand me. I punched in my employee number on the computer to clock out for the night when the idea began to percolate. I watched her as she clocked out too, and bent down to grab her purse. She wasn't my usual type. I had never been with another girl before, but the women I tended to find attractive were the pinup type -- long flowing hair, huge breasts and sexy as hell. In contrast, Vanya was tall but thin like a runway model. She had dark hair that just skimmed her shoulders, and although she was very pretty hers was more of an innocent beauty rather than sultriness. I didn't realize at the time, but the very fact that she seemed uncorrupted was a huge turn on for me. She looked back, apparently puzzled that I wasn't following her to the front of the store so we could leave. I gave her one long look and told her to follow me.

  I turned and walked towards the back of the store, my heels clicking on the wood floor as I heard hers following me. Stopping in front of the electrical panel, I turned off all the lights before heading towards the dressing rooms. I had already locked the door when the last customer left; to anyone passing by it would look like we had left for the night. I walked into the hallway where the dressing rooms are, still dimly lit by the emergency lights at the end of the hallway. Vanya was following me, which pleased me but also made me nervous.

  I spun around to face her. She stopped in front of me, still looking puzzled but unafraid. I stepped closer to her and was thrilled when she didn't back away. I really wanted this, but had to make sure she was on board. I didn't want to do anything to scare her. I was so aroused I never even contemplated that I could lose my job if we were caught. But I had to ask her permission to begin.

  "Can I show you what an orgasm feels like?" I practically held my breath waiting for her answer.

  Her pretty face lit up as she smiled wide. "Oh, yes!" she exclaimed, as if I had offered her a gift.

  "I'll have to touch you, is that ok?" I wanted to make sure she realized what I was about to do. Her shy smile and slight blush was all the answer I needed.

  I took her by the hand and led her into one of the rooms, just in case anyone passing by could see into the hallway. I closed the curtain out of habit. When I turned to face Vanya, she was standing right behind me. Our chests were touching and she was breathing a little harder. Her slightly open mouth looked enticing, and I softly touched my lips to hers.

  Her kiss was sweet and shy, much like herself. Her soft lips made me want to feel her tongue on mine, so I parted her lips further and explored her mouth. The quiet sigh that escaped from her chest caused me to kiss her deeper as her tongue caressed my own. Somehow I found my arms around her waist, so I grabbed her ass and pulled her entire body into mine. Doing so pulled her off balance and she had to grab my shoulders to steady herself. I ground my pelvis into hers and the sensation made her pull her head back to look at me. I started to ask if she was ok, but before I could get the words out of my mouth she bent her head down to kiss my neck.

  The heat from her lips was driving me crazy, so I roughly pushed her away in order to compose myself. The hurt look on her face changed to excitement when I pulled my sweater off over my head and stood before her in my red lace bra. She quickly pulled off her top, her enthusiasm making me chuckle. I stopped when I saw her standing in front of me wearing just a sheer black bra, her nipples showing through the gossamer fabric. I reached out with my right hand and lightly scraped her left nipple, watching Vanya's face as her nipple pebbled. Her pleasure was unmistakable. I pinched her other nipple too, although it wasn't necessary because it was already hard. She moaned and moved her body closer to me, begging for more.

  I unzipped my pants, letting them fall into a pool on the floor while I stepped out of them and my shoes. "Pretty lingerie," Vanya murmured as she started to take off her skirt. I stopped her, and then smiled as I sank down in front of her to my knees. Slowly I pulled her skirt down over her tiny hips, revealing her matching sheer black panties. I had her step out of the skirt, but told her to keep her heels on. The extra height caused her puss to be right at my head level.

  Peering at her panties, I saw the sheerness left nothing to the imagination. "You shave," I commented, surprised that someone so reserved would do something like that. "My husband prefers it," she answered. Her last word was more of a gasp as I pressed my mouth right over the sheer fabric. I didn't move my lips as I heard her breathing rapidly increase. I could smell her muskiness as her arousal grew and I desperately wanted to taste it. But first, I wanted to show her how to give herself an orgasm since her husband wouldn't.

  I quickly stood up and took her bra off. Her breasts were small but perfectly shaped and before I knew it I was suckling one. Her breaths came faster and faster with little cries escaping her lips. I took her entire little tit into my mouth and sucked it like it was a cock. She cried out in pleasure as I kneaded the other one. I pulled my mouth off her. Vanya gasped out "Was that orgasm?" I laughed, and told her she would know when she had one.

  Pulling her panties off her, I undressed myself as she watched me. She reached out and touched my breasts, feeling the weight of them with her hand. Although I enjoyed her hands on me, I sat down on the bench in the corner and spread my legs. "Come here," I told her. I patted the part of the seat between my legs, and she sat in front of me. I leaned her back against me so she could feel my bare breasts on her back. Kissing and biting her neck, I grabbed her right hand with mine and guided it down between her legs. "I'm going to teach you to masturbate."

  With my fingers on hers, we explored her bare pussy. We caressed between her folds, paying attention to what areas caused a sharp intake of breath. I pushed her fingers inside herself, showing her just how wet she could get. I brought her fingers up to her mouth. "Taste yourself," I commanded. "Taste good?"

  Vanya just nodded as I sucked on her middle finger. "You do taste good." I put her hand back between her legs and found her clit. I rubbed it using her fingers as she choked out a moan. "This is your clit," I instructed. "Rubbing it will make you come."

  Her head fell back against my shoulder as we rubbed her together. I started her slow, building momentum as the intensity grew. The dressing room mirror was directly across from us. Seeing her tan, lean body reclining against mine was arousing. My pale hand was over her darker one, both exploring her for the first time. I used my left hand to rub her breasts as her moans grew louder. Together we rubbed her clit fast and hard, and I could tell she was climbing; not only from her reflection in the mirror but also because she was writing in my lap. I kissed and sucked her ear, coaxing her through the peak as she let out one long moan. I slowed the rubbing as she came down, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

  "That was orgasm." This time is wasn't a question from her but a statement.

  I laughed and kissed her neck, telling her to open her eyes. She was like a ragdoll, all relaxed and limp. I was glad she finally had an orgasm, but wasn't through with her yet. I moved her so she was lying on the bench with her legs hanging off of it. I knelt in front of her my face right at her pussy. Van
ya's eyes were still closed, but they flew open when she felt me blowing air on her.

  "You're so hot I need to cool you off," I cracked a lame joke as an attempt to explain myself. She squirmed from this new sensation on her already sensitive area. Remembering the taste of her on her fingers, I licked her puss all the way from her the bottom of her slit to the top of her clit. Any protest she was about to have melted into a moan. I avoided her swollen clit at first, and pushed my tongue inside her. She tasted sweet and tangy. Her muscles tightened around my tongue, signaling me to push further in. I pushed in and out of her, like a little cock. I desperately wanted her to come again so I grabbed her hand and put it on her clit. This time she didn't need my help as she masturbated while I tongue fucked her pussy. My own hand found its way to my clit, and I quickly found my own orgasm mounting. The vibrations from my moans were too much for Vanya ; her legs quivered as she found herself having a second orgasm that night. Hearing her scream as she went up and over brought me to the edge as I came, my own screams muffled in her pussy. I pulled her down to the floor with me as I stroked and kissed her, the taste of her still on my lips.

  As we got dressed and ready to leave for the night, she looked at me shyly. I was afraid she would regret what we did, so I told her when she goes home she can try her new skill with her husband. She smiled and asked when we work together next. I looked at the schedule and saw it was the following day. "We close?" she asked. I nodded. "Good," she says. "Tomorrow night I give you orgasm." She practically skips ahead of me to the locked door, looks back and sees I am standing there dumbfounded. "You come?"

  The End.

  Out to Lunch

  Her tongue moved in slow circles, caressing the still tingling lips of my vagina. The wetness left by Alan was soon licked clean, replace by red lipstick and her long tongue.

  I stared at her ass up in the air. Alan wanted her from behind.

  "Let me lick you," I begged. She looked up disappointed.

  "But I'm not done," she pouted. Her perky tits glistened and her hard nipples begged for me to suck them.

  "You wanted to share," I held Alan up. His long, curved glass cock glistened with the juices I'd covered him with. She smiled.

  Taking Alan from my hand, she stood. Sliding her skirt and panties down to her ankles and stepping from them. Her bush trimmed in a straight line.

  Grabbing her ass with both hands I pulled her pussy onto my face. Her outer lips were full and flawless. Her inner lips buried deep inside them. My tongue took a long drawn out stoke from the bottom of her pussy to her neatly trimmed hair. She moaned softly.

  "You have a pretty pussy," I complimented her.

  "Just lick me." She sighed again as I moved my tongue in a zig zag pattern across her lips.

  I looked up. She had Alan by the glass ball at his base and licked up and down his shaft. She left a sloppy wet mess that dripped off him and onto her small thin hands.

  Reaching up and taking her wrist I pulled Alan down towards my mouth. She moved with him. Our lips and tongues lathered him simultaneous. When our mouths met my pussy trembled.

  "Make me cum with your mouth," I demanded. Instantly her lips went back down onto my pussy. Her firm rear end popped into the air.

  Her soft tongue probed just inside my lips, lingering on my clitoris and then back down, splitting my pussy in two.

  Reaching under her with one hand I found her full lips and spread them apart. I slid Alan along her back. He still dripped with our mingled saliva. Finding her tight hole, I put the tip of Alan inside.

  "Oh god," she moaned. Her soft breath caressed my sweet wetness making my pussy quiver. I pushed Alan deeper. She seemed go forget about me and I moved the glass shaft into her tight cunt.

  "Eat me while he fucks you," I demanded. She smirked.

  Her tongue took two long licks up and down my pussy. I used the first few inches of Alan to dig inside of her and pull her sticky wetness from inside her.

  As her tongue split me apart I swear it was longer than some cocks I'd sat on. I jerked and drove the full length on Alan into her. Her pussy clenched and her lips bore down on me harder.

  She began sucking my clit. My free hand grabbed her hair and pushed her onto me. I pulled Alan back, nearly removing him from her pussy then drove him fast and hard back into her dripping box.

  She let out a squeak but never moved her lips from my clit. She sucked it ferociously, pulling it into her mouth and stroking it with her tongue.

  "I'm going to cum," I warned her. She sucked long and hard one last time them released my button from between her glistening lips. Opening her mouth she began to French kiss my pussy like it was a mouth. Her lips pulled on mine and her tongue dug deep into my cunt. I had to let Alan go. Pushing him as far as he would go into her pussy, I left him there as her mouth savored the sweet juices seeping from inside me.

  I felt light and airy. My whole body hovered on a cloud high above the dressing room we were fucking in. My arms and legs tingled. My fingers and toes trembled.

  "Cum for me baby," her soft voice fluttered up into the sky.

  "Yes," I whispered back. Grabbing my tits, I pulled hard on both nipples. Every part of me shook with energy. Then instantly all of it shot down to my pussy where the tip of her tongue flipped at my clit.

  "I'm coming."

  I felt the first wave rip across my skin.

  "I'm coming."

  My arms shot down to the bench and my toes curled.

  "I'm..."

  My pussy erupted. The scent of sweet cum filled the air. Wave after wave of pure fucking coursed through my body and squirted from my lips. Still she sucked.

  I came again. Wetness covered her face. Her lips and tongue tore at me. Devouring me. Swallowing ever bit of me.

  "Oh fuck," her body arched. I hadn't noticed in my own pleasure but as I came she had been rubbing herself. I looked down. Her eyes were shut. Lines of my pussy juice dribbled off her chin. Her body arched again.

  Letting out a gasp her whole body exploded. Her pussy clenched then released in a wave. Alan shot out from her and flew across the dressing room.

  I slowly massaged my own clit, relishing in the after glow as I watched her cum long and hard from her own fingers.

  A few moments later, she stood and dropped down next to me on the bench.

  "I need a fucking cigarette," she exhaled and smiled.

  As we dressed, not a word was said. She reached down and picked Alan up.

  "Want me to wash him off for you?" she asked.

  "Hell no!" I bursted. You taste too damn good to go to waste. I'll take care of it myself when I use him again later."

  She pushed the dressing room door open and smiled. We walked to the door and I handed her my card.

  "We should hang out sometime," I offered. "What's your name anyway?"

  She laughed. "It's Jill. I will definitely be calling you."

  Unlocking the door, she opened it for me and I went to my car. Looking back over my shoulder I saw as she tuned the signed that read 'Out to Lunch' back to open.

  I had to laugh out loud.

  The End.

  Does That Make Me Gay?

  ~Brianna~

  I saw the cutest guy walking down the hallway of my building and I had to do a double take. Being from Covington Kentucky means that I see more hicks and rednecks than anything else. Yeah, I know that I'm born and bred here myself, but I'm no hick! As a black girl I'm the wrong color to be a hick, right? Not that I really think in terms of color. All of my life I heard that I was a white girl in a black girl's body. Just because you listen to Jimmy Eat World instead of...Ludacris or Jay-Z doesn't make you less black. Hell I still like good singers like Maxwell and Jaheim. But I can also appreciate some Mighty Mighty Bosstones!

  But anyways, this guy was not from these parts, that was pretty obvious. I'm not saying that there aren't some good looking white guys in Covington, but they don't look like rockstars!

  He wasn't tall; probably not even f
ive feet ten, and he was skinny as hell, but he was sexy! He had blonde spiky hair that was cut into one of those unruly styles; the ones that look like you just woke up—except you paid like a hundred bucks to look this way. He was kind of pale, too. And he was holding a cigarette in his mouth even though our building was non-smoking. I figured he couldn't be any older than his mid twenties, even though there was slight creases beneath his big grey eyes, tension; as if he was wired.

  I checked to make sure he was wearing a badge and he was. Sometimes we get people who come in from the credit union and they end up getting lost in the building. But this guy was a real employee. He was wearing black jeans, black boots and an olive green Ed Hardy t-shirt with a burning skull on it. He was also wearing a leather jacket but not like a thug, which I personally can't stand.

  His eyes darted around as he walked alongside a chubby girl. She was gabbing and gabbing and he wasn't saying a word. Yep, damned hicks didn't know when to shut the hell up. I would have watched him harder but I was late from break and I had a manager that was a true bitch.

  ~Evan~

  Kentucky is a truly different experience. I remembered lots of land and horses and lakes to fish in. I remembered farmland and gardens filled with tomatoes and corn.

  What I don't remember is this slum where there's nothing but a ton of strip joints and boarded up buildings. One side of the river has million dollar penthouses but the other side; the one I sit on, has nothing but the poorest of the poor.

  I transferred from Florida because I remembered something a lot nicer, but maybe it wasn't the memory of Kentucky that was all that great; maybe it was just the memory of my Dad...but now he's dead and I'm trapped in this slum doing a job that any monkey can do.

  "Evan, we got anymore cigarettes?" I lived in Covington with a cousin. She let me crash because I had cold hard cash and she has, what I'm beginning to suspect, a slight drug habit. I've only been here a month and have determined that I will be footing the entire bill for our living arrangements. So far I've loaded the fridge, paid up the late utilities and she's already borrowed her share of the rent from me. But she lets me drive her car and she doesn't mess with my things and she's always out with her boyfriend, so it's a fair enough trade.