Forced Quickies

by Rosa Alvarado

  But driven by her need to express and taste his fluid, Sandra had learned well. Her fingers curled around his cock an inch from his tip, sliding his foreskin slowly back and forth over the helmet of his penis. She did not push it down all the way, her strokes were just long enough to stretch his sliding skin over the base of his helmet and then back up almost, but not quite, to his tip. She started with thumb and forefinger curled around his hot shaft, a gentle but insistent rhythm, two or three strokes a second.

  He knew she would not stop or vary this perfect, delicious motion until she made him come. The certainty of her relentless stroking allowed him to slip into semi-consciousness. As he surrendered carelessly into erotic catatonia his breathing slowed. The bed bounced softly as her hand worked its up and down magic on his rock hard shaft. He was getting close now, his breaths deepening, and he felt that lovely, involuntary physical sensation of fluid flowing in his balls, moving, filling tubes and pipes, waiting to explode out of his body and into her sweet, sweet mouth. He felt her lips close gently around his tip and, without disturbing the slow, pistoning rhythm of her hand, they began to suck him. He knew that she spent a lot of her day at home working out, strengthening her muscles and her breathing while she waited eagerly for his return.

  Each time now it felt that her sucking was becoming more intense. Tonight it was almost too much and he gasped as he felt the force of her oral suction on the end of his cock, as if she was going to suck him inside out. Her hot saliva lubricated his throbbing tip, ensuring a perfect suction seal that was so strong he could feel the end of his penis expand inside her mouth and sense the blood being pulled into his shaft making it even harder and longer. It was erotically primitive, this sense of something, someone, her, her mouth, wanting, needing, demanding, sucking, feeding, pulling, drawing his fluids out of him and into her. Her tongue caressed his bulging helmet inside her hot, wet mouth and he succumbed. Completely. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Thick, hot gouts, spurting, squirting deep into her, trying to fulfil, trying to sate. Great pulses of pleasure coursed through his loins, surging more and more of his creaminess up his throbbing shaft and discharging it over her honey sweet tongue, into her eager, swallowing throat. He came and came, gave her everything he had. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck! When will it stop?

  He was panting, sucking in great gulps of air. His head was spinning and his vision sparkled as the world seemed to tip and sway with the shuddering intensity of his endless climax. As his euphoric insanity cleared he sensed her final savouring and swallowing of him, heard her sigh, felt her lips open and move down his still pulsing cock, sucking and licking, slowly and firmly, making sure they did not lose a single drop. She too was breathing hard, giving little shivers of delight against him. It felt like a deeper need, beyond sex. He didn't want to understand it. Perhaps she didn't either. But she indulged herself in that need, submerged herself in it totally, and she was pulling him in with her.

  Sandra left John for a few minutes. When she came back she had a glass of orange juice and a bowl of yoghurt. She did not untie his hands. Instead she help the glass to his lips and then fed him with a spoon. He drank and ate everything. It reinforced his obedient submission. It occurred to him that apart from her greeting when he had arrived from work, the only words uttered between them were his vocal ejaculations as he came. He opened his mouth, as if to attempt conversation. Several times he had wanted to ask if she put something in the drink, something that helped him come so many times. But this too now seemed unimportant. What mattered was how many times. He swallowed his final mouthful and she leaned forward to kissed his lips, leaving a wasteful glaze of his semen on them. Her big brown eyes looked into his and he gave her what she was seeking, total acceptance of her need, total surrender to her ordeal by oral sex. Yes, he was ready for her.

  Without a word she climbed over him and faced down the bed so that her knees were either side of his head, resting against his shoulders. He looked up her short skirt at her white knickers. They were a few inches from his mouth. He wanted to reach up and kiss them but his hands were tied and he knew he had to remain still and passive. Only when she sensed his complete calm would she open her knees and let her hot gusset press against his mouth. It was another discovery, his powerful sexual response to being smothered by her panties. Through weeks of learning they had found that simple, white cotton worked best. Simple white cotton always made him come again. Her hot, cotton covered sex pressed against his open mouth and his nose. He had to strain to breathe and each struggling inhalation drew into him the sense and the spicy smell of her gently squirming vagina. His questing, tasting tongue rasped against the hot dryness of the fabric, moistening, oiling, so he could better feel the outline of her vulva as it rocked across his mouth.

  He was helplessly erect. Again he felt her hair brush against his thighs and again he gasped as her mouth slid slowly over his helmet enclosing it in her wet, irresistible vacuum which only he could fill. Her hand was already pumping his hard shaft, gliding up and down with exquisite relentlessness. He opened his legs and, at this invitation, she moved her other hand which now clasped his testicles and began a gentle, pulsing squeezing. It was an erotically merciless interrogation that always produced his liquid confession; the only question was when.

  Now. Oh. Now. I confess. And it hurts, it hurts. His loins thrust up towards her as his fluid jetted into her mouth once more. His aching muscles spasmed with waves of joy and release. His cries of agonised fulfilment were muffled under her genital gag. He strained to take huge, smothered intakes of breath that were laden with the hot smell of her sex. He was blacking out as the final, desperate gouts of his semen left him for her. The cocktail surge of depleted oxygen, ecstasy and pain drained him of his feeling of self. Who was he? He didn't care. He didn't even know.

  Slowly he recovered. Hormones of arousal bubbled in his blood and the euphoria of such intense release simplified his reality. He was to be sucked. He wanted to be sucked. She must suck him again. Now she took her panties off and, with the same waiting for his breathing to slow, the same patience, she lowered herself onto his mouth again. A third arousal so soon after orgasm might be painful which is why she kept the lubricant in the fridge. He felt soothing coldness squirt over his hot, throbbing penis. Eased by the cool, slippery jelly, her hand moved differently, sliding up and down the full length of his exhausted cock. The intense taste of her womanhood sliding over his mouth together with the inevitability of her interrogating hands forced his response. He hardened slowly, but she knew how to rebuild his resolution. Cold jelly squirted against him again. It was so soothing and lovely, allowing her hand to move up and down faster and faster, making her body bounce and thrust against his mouth. His tongue twirled inside her, tasting her juices as she too became aroused. Now he needed to sense her excitement in order to give her the answer she needed. Now she started to come, great sobbing cries of joy as his tongue licked and curled against her pulsing, shivering clitoris.

  Afterwards, if he remembered, he might wonder how she had become so multi-orgasmic, for this was new as well. In the old days she would lose interest after the first one. Now she was insatiable. Or had she learned that this was the best way to make him produce another orgasm so quickly? Was she faking it just to get what she needed from him? But increasingly he did not remember or wonder. Increasingly she was reducing him to a state of emptied fulfilment that left no desire or space for thought.

  Her wet, thrusting vagina smothered him, filling him with another divine cocktail of panic and arousal. Again he felt her lips close over him. Again he felt her suck, harder still this time, the vacuum so strong he could feel it forcing the fluid out of his balls. Again he climaxed, her lips clamped round him and accepting his gouting discharge into her mouth as if she was part of his cock, as if her whole being was a sucking, swallowing extension of his sexuality. Now it felt right, the inevitability of her need and what it meant to them, to him. Now he felt himself being immersed in her obsession, floating away in it, carried b
y her along a river of orgasmic oblivion that had no end.

  Sandra left John a little longer this time. When she returned she had her iPod and some electric toys that she would use on him to ensure his complete emptying. She slipped the headphones onto him and saw a new look in his eyes. There was wonder. There was love mixed with confusion. He felt as if she was gradually sucking him away, swallowing his masculinity, his very meaning. He looked at her beautiful mouth. Her lips were full and soft, inviting him to come inside. Again and again. To perform his role. To be sucked. To feed her mouth with his body. His cock jerked upright as if woken from a dream, as if it was disconnected from him; leaving him so it could spend the rest of its life inside her warm, nurturing mouth, carrying out its own selfish purpose of taking his ever diminishing essence and delivering it into her hot, sucking desire. He felt a final surge of fear, as of a man who realises he is becoming insane, just before the madness steals him away.

  There, there. She kissed him lightly on the lips. Her reassurance was wordless. Don't worry. I won't hurt you; I only want one thing from you. That's all I want. And it's all you want too. Shhh. The stroking and buzzing and sucking went on for hours. At some point deep in the night he whispered hoarsely that he could not come any more. But, as they always did, her clever lips found a way, sucked a little harder. Until he was gone.

  The End.

  Kayla Goes Dancing

  Later that night after Kayla had fully recovered from her day with Bobby she was getting ready for bed when the phone rang. Looking over at it she saw it was her husband. She decided to answer it, even though it was the last thing she wanted. He told her that he planned to be back by Sunday. Then he talked about work and how much he missed her. Kayla would have been touched except for the girlish giggle she heard in the background several times. That was when Kayla told him she was going out with some girlfriends tomorrow night, so she wouldn't be home. After she got off the phone with him she started thinking about what she would do tomorrow.

  Kayla considered calling Bobby to come over, but she didn't want him to get the wrong idea. He was a sweet kid, but nothing could come out of their relationship. Kayla looked at herself as his teacher. She had feelings for him, but not the fall in love feelings that came so quickly to 18 year olds. As much as Kayla liked the looks she got from the guys at the gym she didn't want to get a reputation there, so that was out. Finally she decided that she would go dancing at one of the clubs in town where all the college kids go.

  Kayla had another night filled with very vivid dreams of her with so many different people. There were the two college studs. The young cheerleader. Then there was Bobby and his aunt. When she woke up her hand was buried between her legs and she saw no need to stop because she was awake. Kayla just rolled over and kept rubbing her clit with her thumb and reached down with her left hand and slid first one, and then two fingers into her juicy pussy. Kayla kept fingering herself wondering why she was so damn horny. When her hips came off the bed and her entire body tensed up she didn't care. She just knew that she was tingling all over again as her first orgasm of the day washed over her.

  When she finally crawled out of bed Kayla took one look in the mirror and decided it was time for a day at the salon. She got an appointment for a cut and to have her nails done. After showering she headed for the closet and looked through it for something to wear this morning, but also tonight. She couldn't find the perfect dress for tonight so she would go shopping after her salon visit. Now for this morning. She reached for the white sundress she wore when she met Bobby, but she wanted that to be Bobby's. She finally settled on a more subdued shirt dress, but once again she decided to go braless, but she added a pair of bright red panties underneath the dress.

  After getting her hair and nails done she headed to the mall to find her a dress for tonight. The first place she stopped she found the perfect black lace dress. It hugged her body and was cut to show plenty of cleavage. Then she went off to find something to wear under it. She left the lingerie shop with a large bag, but she was thinking braless was the way to go tonight. Once in the car she started driving home when she noticed an adult bookstore. She slowed as she drove past it and the parking lot looked pretty empty so she circled back around and pulled in.

  Kayla was surprised to see a woman in her 40's running the counter. Kayla explained that she was looking for some novelty gifts for a friend's party, and the lady showed her the toy section. While she was looking she saw several creepy looking guys lurking around. That was when Kayla thought to herself "who did you expect to see in a place like this?" Then she went about picking up a couple vibrators and some different lubes and was bending over looking at a toy when she felt someone brush against her ass. She was almost ready to turn around and go off on one of those guys when she looked behind her and saw a young man who was working in the store.

  "I'm sorry ma'am. I didn't mean to bump into you. I was trying to get by you to clean the booths."

  "Booths?"

  "Yes ma'am. The video booths in the back. You can watch different movies in the privacy of a small booth."

  "Maybe I'll stop by when I have more time to check them out."

  Kayla grabbed up her items and went to the counter to pay for them. After paying for them she hurried to her car and jumped in to drive home. On the drive home Kayla shook her head at the idea of going back to that place. The young man was interesting, but she felt like every guy there was about to rape her. No, she would keep to safer places to play.

  Once home she looked at the clock and saw that it was only mid afternoon, and she was as horny as ever. Damn she needed a cock so bad right now. She took her bags and headed up the stairs unbuttoning her dress as she went. Once upstairs she dropped the dress on the floor and the panties joined them. As she climbed into her bed she started opening her toys. After putting batteries in them she took turns holding each one in her hands. She could see the pleasure they would bring, but they were still missing something.

  She was just about to try one out when the phone rang. She answered it with a gruff "hello", and her husband laughed asking if he had woken her from a nap. They talked for several minutes as Kayla fondled her knew plastic toys. Then Marty got down to the reason for the call, he had left some important papers here and he called to let Kayla know that Jason, from the office was coming by to pick them up. Kayla rolled her eyes as Marty droned on. The last thing she wanted today was Marty's lecherous friend from the office coming by. Every chance Jason got he was hitting on some woman. Once off the phone with Marty Kayla went about getting dressed. She just slipped the same shirt dress on from earlier and decided to leave the panties off. Once Jason was gone she was going to try out her new toys.

  Jason finally showed up, an hour later than he was suppose to be here. Kayla opened the door and Jason was his usual self, arrogant and obnoxious. Kayla took him to Marty's office and Jason started looking through all the drawers. That was when Jason came up with a pair of lacy blue panties. Then he made some wise ass remark that Kayla only half heard as she was still concentrating on the panties. Finally he found the papers and walked up to Kayla and stood in front of her, almost touching.

  "Don't I get some sort of reward for finding your panties?"

  Kayla looked at him with a look that could shoot daggers at him. "Sure Jason, let me call your wife and ask her what she thinks would be a good enough reward."

  "Damn Kayla, I was only joking. You know better than to take me seriously."

  After Jason left with his tail between his legs Kayla stood there with those damn blue panties in her hand. She was seething right now. If Jason wasn't such a prick he would be enjoying the fuck of his life right now. Instead she was going to find her a college stud and fuck him all night long.

  After an afternoon spent thinking of ways to make her husband pay Kayla started getting dressed. She slipped her tight black dress on and was relieved to see that the lacy part of it didn't extend down to her nipples, although it did allow plenty of
cleavage. She then went back and forth on whether to wear panties or not. Finally she chose a pair of tiny black panties that wouldn't get in the way if someone want to explore her on the dance floor. Looking in the mirror Kayla couldn't help but think back to her college days when her and her roommates use to experiment. Damn Jennifer knew exactly where to touch her.

  With the memory of Jennifer firmly implanted in her mind Kayla went out the door to the club. As Kayla parked and got out of the car several young men stopped to look at her. Kayla smiled as she walked in. Once inside she looked around and headed for the bar. The club was only about half full but looking around she liked what she saw. There was a very nice mix of nice looking young men, and sexy young coeds. For the first time since college Kayla found herself thinking about another woman in a sexual way, other than in her dreams.

  Kayla was looking around when an attractive blond came up to her and asked if she wanted to share a table. Kayla smiled and followed her to a table. She was a very cute girl and she was dressed in a sexy blue minidress that showed off her athletic legs. As they talked Kayla learned that her name was Samantha, but everyone called her Sam.

  They talked for a little while longer and Sam looked at Kayla and asked if she wanted to dance? At first Kayla was reluctant, but with some persuasion she found herself heading to the dance floor with her hand firmly in Sam's. At first they just danced and didn't really touch, then Sam reached out and took Kayla's hand and pulled her closer. Though they still weren't touching this dance had taken on a decidedly different attitude than it had originally. Kayla could feel her nipples getting hard, and even her pussy getting moist. Both women had their arms around each other, yet their bodies weren't touching. This was one of the most erotic dances Kayla had ever experienced. When the dance ended Kayla found herself staring into Sam's eyes and watched in slow motion as Sam leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Although it wasn't a full french kiss Sam did manage to slip her tongue between her lips and softly lick Kayla's lips.