Forced Quickies

by Rosa Alvarado

  I was eternally grateful that the days of the mandatory hoopskirt were over, as I chose something much simpler. My white lace dress was form fitting with a sweat heart neckline, pooling out slightly is it fell. The soft cap sleeves added just a touch of elegance, and the back plunged a little lower than usual for a flare of drama with a silk chiffon sash to bring everything together.

  The ceremony went off without a hitch, and I walked down the staircase without tripping, despite my slight buzz from the wine. School had let out just a few days prior to the ball, and after a grueling week of finals, I decided I deserved a night to let loose and enjoy myself. And the open bar helped me do just that. Jessica and I were well on our way to being wasted, toasting as we received our newly filled glasses from the bartender.

  "Ladies, you look lovely."

  Oh, that voice...

  "Uncle Dan!" Jessica whipped around, throwing her arms around her uncle to greet him.

  I, on the other hand, took my time to turn, knowing the censor in my mind was almost gone. I did not want to make an ass out of myself in front of the man whose face flooded my mind every time I played with my pussy.

  "Jessica, you did wonderfully. As did you, Miss Gavin." He acknowledged me with a knowing smile.

  I wish I had known he was coming, I probably would have decided against drinking.

  "Thank you, sir." I smiled gratefully, and sipped my wine again.

  "I have to go to the bathroom," Jessica announced, "I'll be right back."

  And then there were two.

  Mr. Christiansen waved to the bartender for a drink before turning back to me. "I trust that's sparkling cider, Miss Gavin."

  "As you should, sir." I winked.

  "So what are your summer plans?" he asked, taking a sip of his martini.

  "I start my summer intensive next week, and by the time that's over with I'll be starting two-a-days for field hockey." I shrug. I wasn't really all that interesting.

  "Well it's good to stay busy, idle hands and what not." He joked.

  What I'd like to do with my idle hands...

  "So, may I have this dance?"

  Mr. Christiansen stretched out his arm, feigning the gentlemanly way of asking someone to dance. I smiled and nodded, downing the rest of my wine before taking his hand to the dance floor.

  Now before you get all up in arms about the fact that I'm dancing with my teacher in public, let me remind you that the upper class needs not worry about silly things such as student-teacher scandals. In fact, this was the kind of place that no one was concerned because they assumed I knew it would be social suicide for myself and my family. It wasn't uncommon for the older generation at these things to ask for a dance with the newly outed-to-society women.

  I rested on hand on his shoulder, and he took my other hand in his as we started to sway slowly with the quartet.

  "You're quite the breath of fresh air, Miss Gavin." He mused as he looked down at me.

  "Am I?" I challenged, also with a smile. What the hell did that mean?

  "You're not like your classmates, very reserved, mature for your age."

  "That's because I wear panties under my skirt in your class." I roll my eyes.

  Oh god, did I really just say that out loud?

  He chuckles whole heartedly, clearly knowing what I was talking about.

  "Well yes, there is something to be said for that, as well." He said, still smiling.

  His grip on my back was firm, and it felt heavenly to be so close to the man I'd wanted for so long. I reveled in the feeling, the way he smelled, how his eyes caught the light of the chandelier above us. I would have been lying if I said I wasn't turned on. But perhaps that was partially due to the 9 glasses of wine.

  "Does it get uncomfortable? For them to be so shameless about it, I mean." I inquired.

  "Yes, it definitely does." He admitted.

  "They just don't use their common sense. If I actually believed flashing my naughty bits would work, I'd have done it months ago. But it's not as if you'll just go blind with passion and take me right in front of the whole class, which is unfortunately what those girls really think will happen, eventually."

  What the hell am I saying? Get ahold of yourself, Ashton!

  "Months ago, huh?" he teased.

  I blushed and tilted my head down, feeling like I'd just been caught. "No, probably not. I'm not that bold."

  "So I've noticed," Mr. Christiansen said with an amused smile playing on his lips, "it's refreshing. Because you're right, most females- not just students- can be quite shameless when they approach me. So the way you blush, and get shy with me is endearing."

  "Well, thanks.." I tried not to grin like an idiot, and I kept my eyes cast downward. "I'm not always this shy, though..."

  He's making it sound like I'm a huge prude...

  "No?"

  "No... I don't live in a convent..." I defend, weakly.

  I'd let you fuck me senseless in the coat room and beg for your cum like a slut...

  "In fact, I have a naughty side, too! I just hide it better because I'm classy." I smiled proudly. Was it obvious that I was drunk?

  "I hardly believe that suits you." He countered.

  "Oh yeah? That day I handed in my assignment early, when you caught me not paying attention? I was thinking about you pinning me to your desk and teasing me until I begged for you to fuck me like some wanton slut and own my body." I challenged.

  Did I just cross a line?

  No, I leaped over it with stilts and wildly long legs.

  His eyes darkened a bit at my admission, but I was too drunk to care.

  "We all fantasize about you," I say petulantly, "but I'm not stupid enough to believe I have a chance. You are my teacher, and unlike the mindless sluts, I actually have a grip on reality, drunk as I may be."

  "Ashton..." he began.

  "Don't worry," I interrupted with a lazy smile, "this won't be weird. I'm not going to start some cliche seduction plan, I will keep my panties on in your class, and you will write me a brilliant recommendation to Yale in the fall."

  "Oh, I will?"

  There was still a smile plastered on his face, which is probably why I was capable of being so bold.

  "I mean, I hope you will." Well. That confidence was short lived.

  "You know I think you do it on purpose." He declared.

  "What?" I asked, caught off guard.

  "Tease me with that little innocent act of yours, spending so many afternoons staring at me with your big eyes, all 'I need it, Mr. Christiansen', and then do things like taunt me with the knowledge that I can't really do anything about it."

  My jaw must have dropped to the floor.

  Was he serious?

  "I bet you'd do so well on your knees, Miss Gavin." He whispered harshly, "and you're making it very difficult not to drag you out of here with a fist full of hair to find out just how well."

  "It's scary the way you can read my mind..." is all I could think to say.

  I felt the pads of his fingers putting more pressure on my back; I could tell he was weighing his options. I couldn't believe we were actually having this conversation, and he was actually trying to decide on whether or not to take me out of there to fuck. I had to press my legs together and try to alleviate some of the frustration that built up from this conversation.

  "Head up to the fourth floor and walk all the way down to the end of the hall, there's a conference room that isn't used anymore. I'll be right behind you, I just need to say my good byes."

  His eyes were dark. He was serious.

  Holy fuck.

  I discreetly made my way out of the room, and headed toward the other side of large hotel, so no one from the function would see me taking the elevator. I made my way in to the empty room he described, and looked around while I waited. The room was massive, tables and chairs covered in sheets. He didn't keep me waiting long, and I even jumped a little when I heard the door open. He just gave me a devilish grin and shut it quietly be
hind him.

  Mr. Christiansen closed the distance between us, and we stood in front of each other as silence hung in the air for an excruciatingly long time.

  "You're a little fucking tease, you know that? You test my control, but you just keep pushing and pushing."

  His voice was matter-of-fact, calm, which was even worse than if he were shouting. It was a scary-calm, a calm-before-the-storm calm, and I knew I would have to appease him quickly.

  "I-I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, I really never thought I would ever even have the chance..." I babble on, but know that it's getting me nowhere.

  Finally, I sigh and simply say, "I'll make it up to you."

  "Yes, you most certainly will." His voice was no longer calm, but low, gritty.

  Dangerous.

  "Get on your knees."

  I did as he asked – commanded – and dropped to my knees as easily as I could in my rather constricting dress. I looked up at him for guidance, for permission.

  "You're going to do exactly what I tell you to, understand?" I nodded, licking my lips. His eyes closed when I did that, and I knew I'd pay for teasing him.

  "Lean forward, unzip my pants, and un-tuck my cock." I kept my eyes fixed on his as I expertly leant forward and unzipped pants. He was already painfully hard underneath his boxers, and it didn't take much encouragement for his erection to spring free.

  There was already pre-cum leaking out, and I automatically rubbed the fluid around his swollen pink head. His hips automatically pushed up when I did that, and he reprimanded me, "I don't recall telling you to do that, Ashton."

  "S-sorry, sir. What was it that you wanted me to do?" The lust that had his eyes in slits made me feel suddenly embolden, and I added in a throaty whisper; "did you want me to suck on your thick hard cock? Because that's what I really want."

  He gave a strangled gasp, and then suddenly his hands were fisted in my hair and the tip of his cock was at my lips.

  "Of course it's what you want you greedy slut, open your mouth and take it."

  I did as he said, and he immediately speared his cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I took deep breaths through my nose as he began thrusting his length in and out of my mouth. All the while, he was groaning and swearing under his heavy breathing.

  "That's right...all of it... fuck... you hot little slut, that mouth...you're mine now..."

  His hips started moving more jerkily when I began swallowing his length with each thrust, and I knew he was close.

  "You little cock tease, make me cum in your mouth..." he moaned out, his head falling back and hands still entangled in my hair. "Swallow it all like my good little whore..."

  He thrust a few more times before emptying his cum in to my hungry mouth. I swallowed everything I could, and licked up his cock to make sure.

  His post orgasmic euphoria was short lived, as the vibrating of his cell phone brought us both back to reality. He pulled it out of his pocket and sighed before silencing the vibrating.

  "I'm sorry little one, but I have to go. This is not over though, mark my words." He lowered his head to my eye level, before kissing my forehead. "You were fantastic."

  And just like that, he was out the door.

  The End.

  The Session

  Anna looked up at the clock on her bedroom wall. He'll be here in less than an hour, she thought. She could hear the soft click of Andy's computer keyboard as he rapidly typed away. I don't know how he can be so focused on his work, she thought, he does know a complete stranger will shortly walk into his house and have his way with me. She was always a bit raw and edgy before these events. She thought about the old joke comparing sex to snowfall. You never know how long it will last, nor how many inches you'll get. She was pretty sure about the inches part. Andy had never failed to find well hung men for her. Still she was always anxious. Andy screened the men, she insisted after the one motel meeting they had with friend of a friend that went sour. The guy was just an obnoxious jerk. A well hung jerk is still a jerk, she thought. She glanced back at the clock, it had hardly moved. She got up and started to recheck her make up.

  The brightly lit magnified make up mirror showed a still pretty fifty something year old face. The minor surgeries had helped some and her skill in the magic of applying make- up made it so she could easily pass for someone 10 years younger. In a candle lit room, she could pass with ease for at least 15 years younger. Andy would not tolerate breast surgery, her fingers circled her aging breasts, she sighed softly, they had fallen and flattened. She gently lifted them, feeling their weight; her fingers tugged and pulled on her long fat nipples. Men had always gone nuts when they discovered how big they were.

  She loved being suckled, the feeling aroused her deeply, deep in her core. She loved having the long nipples pulled and twisted hard. She sighed, she felt old when she looked at her breast, she remembered when she went braless to the dances and how the boys would follow her, pleading for a chance to fondle her. She remembered how she would let her lover of the evening suckle her in her drive way after the dance. Anna was a good girl, she never let the boys touch her precious but she so did enjoy the breast play. Anna would relief herself alone in the privacy of her bed room. Her fingers would find the sweetness and her relief would ripple through her body time and again.

  The clock showed she still had a half hour to wait. Andy's clacking ceased. He walked into the bedroom. "Are you ready?" He asked teasingly. "I can't hardly wait, sweetie. I'm wet, open and willing" Anna answered. She pulled open her vaginal lips exposing her wide and wet hole. Andy smiled and dropped to his knees before her. She pressed herself into his face and began a grinding motion. "Uh, uh, oh, oh yes, she grunted, I'm going to fuck him baby, I'm going to get my nut on him." Anna knew this kind of talk drove her husband wild. "Your wife is going to fuck another man, sweetie, fuck him raw." Anna felt powerful grinding her wet cunt into Andy's face, powerful and in charge. "I could cum," she thought but Andy suddenly pulled away. "You are such a delicious slut," he told her. "You are so precious." "I'm your slut, baby," "I do what you tell me," Anna whispered, "I love to please you and you know I'll do what ever you want me to do."

  Andy stuck his wet tongue into her ear, "I want you to fuck Alex," he whispered sucking ever so gently on her ear lob. Sucking it like it was her clitoris, running the tip of his tongue up into her ear. "I want you to cum on his big cock, will you cum for me honey, will you cum on his big cock?" "Yesssssssss," she hissed. "I'll cum, I'll cum for you baby, I'll fucking cum off for you."

  The door bell chimed. Dress my slut, Andy whispered, I'll entertain Alex until you are gift wrapped and ready for him. Anna felt dread in the pit of her stomach. The fantasy prelude to these sessions was always so much easier than the moment of reality. She feared rejection and ridicule. Behind the make-up was a frightened and insecure human. Her sexual excitement vanished. She reached for her ever present glass of wine and drew deeply. She began to dress, her choice of sheer clothing would serve as both an enticement and would cover the body parts she was terrified of exposing.

  Anna could feel the effects of the wine and the mild tranquilizer she had taken earlier working on her mind. She felt her self wobble slightly, she laughed. Still her anxiety surged in her chest. She suddenly felt weak and light headed. She pulled on her shear panties and climbed into the king sized bed and waited. Come what may, Anna would do what Andy wanted of her. She was after all, a dutiful wife.

  They seldom allowed the men into the home. Hotels were the usual meeting place but Andy had taken a liking to this stud. He had worked with him for several years before striking out on his own and so had little fear of misbehavior. Still there was risk, risk was always a part of the transaction, risk also was part of the excitement. Alex walked into the room.

  The two men sized each other up. Alex was shorter then Andy, younger by two decades, thicker through the torso, more muscled. The men exchanged the usual pleasantries, local sports, the weather. They joked about th
eir former work buddies and how they shared the same view of the idiocy of management. Alex was nervous, it had taken a few drinks to get over his doubts. He was a virgin to this. He wasn't new to sex, no he had been fucking on a regular basis since he was 10. Alex had lost his virginity to his oldest sister. She was 12 when she first mounted her younger sibling. She used his hard young cock as her personal dildo. Not that Alex minded. He liked fucking and cumming off. He was masturbating before his testicles fully dropped and long before he could ejaculate. Fucking his sister was easy and regular being left alone together for long periods. His mother was unmarried and his sister was actually a half sister or so they suspected, their mother was never truthful as to their paternal heritage. They fucked like rabbits daily on the carpet in front of the TV until his sister found a man willing to take her in. Sis was all of 16 when she found herself pregnant and married. Alex didn't have to go for long without a sex partner.

  Once word of his large penis got around, women found him on a regular basis. Older women would call him to their homes during the day when their husbands were working and their children off to school. His reputation as a stud spread quickly through his crowded neighborhood. Women knew a good thing when they found it and Alex was talented. He learned his lessons well at home with his sister; he could get her off with his fingers, his tongue, or his thick hard cock. And he loved pleasing women. For Alex having a woman cum on his person was terribly thrilling and deeply satisfying. It was also addicting, he found that he had little tolerance for women that had difficulty in getting off. He loved working women up to the edge but if they couldn't get up and over it, he lost interest in them quickly. As a boy, he himself could nut two, three and even on occasion, four times in a session with his sister. She on the other hand might cum a dozen times under his skilled tongue and fingers, certainly on his ever growing penis. By the time sis moved out, he was fully developed in his reproduction equipment.