Forced Quickies

by Rosa Alvarado

  However, by the time he was done reading the first paragraph, he was not proud, but his hand was wrapped around his 7 inch cock, pumping slowly up and down.

  Her thesis was "Every night, I go to sleep dreaming of sucking your cock, Mr. Gellar, and every morning, I wake up with my fingers in my pussy, wishing it was your cock."

  Suffice to say, the rest of the paper was horribly inappropriate, and if anyone caught him with it, he'd be fired on the spot. It was a list of fantasies, ranging from being thrown and ravished on his desk, to her sucking his cock beneath his desk while he taught class, to serving detention on her knees, to being spanked for cheating on a test... She even had a fantasy about him taking her tight ass.

  At the end of the "essay," if you could even call it that, she included her phone number, in case he had any questions or wanted to send her any dirty pictures. Legitimately, that's what she suggested.

  And fuck, it was tempting. And just as he was about to dial the number, it hit him; she was a student of his. Sure, she was 18 already, and she wouldn't be his student for very much longer, but still. He could lose his job. No, strike that, he WOULD lose his job.

  So he took a permanent marker, colored over the number, took a cold shower, and resolved to talk to Bitsy about what their relationship was NOT going to include - which was mainly unbridled, passionate fucking.

  The next day, it took forever to get to his last class - Bitsy's class.

  The minute she stepped through the door, Rod knew he was in trouble.

  She had on dark skinny jeans that he could see practically molded to her ass as she walked past his desk, hooker red high heels, and a top that did wonderful things for Bitsy's cleavage.

  It really wasn't anything different than what she normally wore, because she liked to dress to show off, but her words were visually imprinted in his brain, and if he wasn't mistaken, those high heels had played a very big role in a fantasy about her walking on top of his desk - in just the heels.

  Thank God there was a test in class today, he thought to himself. There was no way he could actually give a lecture in the mental state he was in.

  Before he knew it, the bell rang and students were bringing their tests to him.

  "Bitsy," he called out to her as she was gathering up her stuff, "may I have a word?"

  She walks up to his desk quickly, "Sure, Mr. Gellar, but I really have to go to the bathroom. Can I come back in a second?"

  After he nodded his consent, she rushed out of the classroom.

  Rod was thankful for the reprieve, because he still had no idea what he was going to say. How to break it to a hot, young, sexy woman that you couldn't sleep with her? Even though you really, REALLY wanted to?

  His door opened as he was mulling over his options, and he looked up and stilled. She was no longer wearing the jeans, nor the top she had been wearing, but she still had the shoes. It was coupled this time, though, with a short, plaid skirt, a white button up shirt that wasn't actually buttoned, just tied in a knot between her breasts, and her hair was in pigtails.

  She closed the door behind him, turned the lock, and started walking towards him, with something dangling between her fingers.

  "I didn't get a call from you last night," she said, pouting a little. He finally noticed what was dangling between her fingers; it was what appeared to be a red, lacy thong.

  That gave him the impetus to say something as he tried to get up out of his seat. "Bitsy, this is completely inappropriate-"

  He was cut off as she was suddenly straddling him and waving her lingerie under her nose. He couldn't help it, but he took a big sniff, and nearly groaned aloud at the delicious smell of her pussy.

  "I was all alone in my bed," she whispered in his ear, "playing with my wet cunt, pinching my nipples, wishing I had something in my mouth to suck on like your yummy, yummy cock." On the words "yummy," she bounced up and down on his cock, which was of course rock hard in his pants. She bit his earlobe, which sent another lightning bolt down to his crotch.

  She started rubbing herself against him, and through his pants, he could feel how wet and juicy she was.

  Dear God, he was just a man.

  She was unbuttoning his shirt while licking at his neck, and he was impressed with her coordination and ability to multi-task, and was about to tell her so when she suddenly surprised him by ripping the rest of his short open, sending buttons flying everywhere.

  And then suddenly, her mouth was running over his chest, his hands were in her hair, and he couldn't remember his name, let alone his profession or the reasons why he shouldn't be letting her do this.

  "Mr. Gellar," she moaned against his chest, "please fuck me."

  And suddenly, Rod was no longer a passive participant. He gripped her waist, hoisted her up onto his desk in front of him, and untied her shirt.

  Of course, Bitsy wasn't wearing a bra any more, which Rod couldn't be happier about, as it gave him instant access. He immediately covered one of her nipples with his mouth; he gently nipped at the tip and Bitsy hissed. She knotted her fingers in his hair, dragged his head back, and slanted her mouth over his, sucking his tongue into her mouth.

  Rod's hands went to her skirt and flipped it up over her thighs, thankful she had already taken off any barriers to him. He unbuckled his pants and dragged them, along with his boxers down to free his hard dick.

  She felt it bounce against her thigh and tore her mouth free. "Wait," she breathed. "I want to suck your cock first."

  "Later," he ground out. "I fucking need your cunt now." He didn't wait for any comments or protests, he grabbed his cock, and slid it into her sweet, sweet honey pot.

  "Oh, fuck," Bitsy yelled, throwing her head back as Rod slid all the way home. She whimpered as Rod just stood there, soaking up the feeling of being in such a tight, teenaged pussy. "Mr. Gellar," she whined, shifting her hips in desperate need of stimulation. "Mr. Gellar, please... pound my pussy."

  And those were the words that broke him. He slowly slid backwards until the tip of his cock was in her, and then slammed back in, grunting as the pleasure took him again. She gripped his ass as he shifted back and did it again and was moaning loudly he was almost worried about getting caught, so to shut her up, he stuck his fingers in her mouth.

  She immediately started sucking on them as he rocked harder and harder into her cunt.

  She took his hand out of her mouth as she noticed he was getting closer and closer to cumming. "Fuck my dirty little pussy, Mr. Gellar. Make me your slut. I want your cum in my pussy."

  "You're such a little whore," Rod groaned. His thrusts were getting faster and heavier, and he moved his hand down to rub her little clit, because God, he wanted to feel that sweet little twat tighten on his cock and milk it.

  She started moaning loudly again, but there was nothing he could to do stop it, this time, because he was grunting and groaning just as loudly. Flesh slapped against flesh as his thrusts got more sporadic.

  "Oh, fuccccccck," Bitsy wailed as her tight hole started spasming around Rod's rod. And that started Rod's orgasmic bliss as his cum spurted into Bitsy.

  Rod's first thought, coming back to reality: What the fuck did I just do?

  The End.

  Friendly Favours

  Monday

  "I'll tell you what the problem is, he's small! Like really really small!" claimed Jess in a hushed voice over her coffee.

  "Didn't you see him before you got married?" I asked.

  "Well yeah, but I thought he was flaccid! I didn't think that was it!"

  Jess had just come back from her honeymoon. We'd met at Starbucks for a catch up and the conversation had soon turned into her ranting about her new husband's penis.

  "Well he's a good man, you can't just leave him over that."

  "It's alright for you!" she says spitefully, "with your before marriage sex..."

  "Hey don't come bringing my sex life into this" I snapped at her, "I told you I thought it was dumb but you wanted it to be special and al
l that..."

  "I know... I know... but I've heard your stories. I thought it was going to be amazing and then is was just...it's just..." sighs Jess.

  She looks hurt, I feel bad for telling her about my sex life, thinking I might have heightened her expectations more than I should have. I try to think of something to say, failing and just looking into my own half-full cup of mocha --

  "How big is he anyway?" she suddenly asks.

  "What?" I reply, off guard, not expecting such a question.

  "Well you've said he's big, but never how big. So come on -- spill the beans! I want to know what I'm missing."

  I feel bad for her boyfriend, but her turn of questioning is so unexpected, I fail to defend him and simply spurt out "He's around 8 inches."

  "8 inches!" she says far too loudly for my comfort, "My god how can you even know what I'm on about. Steve is 2 inches. 2 god damn inches!"

  Her sudden excitement shocks me, "Sorry" I mutter -- not really knowing what to say.

  "Show it me."

  "What?"

  "Show me his cock. I know he's sent you pictures of it to your phone. Come on, I want to see it."

  "What about Steve, won't he be mad?" I ask.

  "He won't know. Come on, what harm is a bit of eye candy?"

  Her excitement about my man's endowment shocks me and excites me at the same time. Jess didn't know about the more adventurous things in our sex-life, I kept our group activities secret from her; she was shocked enough when I told her about my love of anal -- this just wasn't like her at all.

  I pulled out my phone, unlocked it and got the latest picture he had sent me up. It was a good photo, taken so the under side of his shaft was facing the camera. He looked incredibly hard in it, his large head shining brilliantly. I knew he'd love the idea of Jess looking at it, but I had never imagined she would ever see it. I passed my phone to her shyly over the table, scared of her reaction. Frightened that boundaries may be broken, I'd made sure to keep my "real-life" friends and "sex" friends separate.

  She took it from me, a wicked smirk spread across her face; I couldn't help but feel that she had planned this all along.

  "Jesus-fucking-Christ" she slowly whispered, "Goey... that thing is huge."

  I blushed deeply staring into my cup; I could feel the heat in my cheeks. A lot of women had seen his cock before, but never a close friend, the whole idea excited and terrified me.

  "Holy hell, look how stuffed you are!"

  I looked up quickly, froze, realised she had browsed further into my photos and quickly snatched my phone from her. The photo was of me riding him reverse cow-girl.

  "That's not funny"

  "Oh calm down Goey. I'm the victim here! You lucky cow." She joked.

  "Sorry... just wasn't expecting it I guess... Not like you to be like this."

  "Hey a girl has needs. Now come on let me have another look!" asks Jess.

  I declined; I was thinking it had got a bit weird.

  The conversation drifted off onto other topics. I left to go to the bathroom leaving my phone on the table -- thinking nothing of it. We ordered another round of Starbucks and talked about work, me filling her in on the latest gossip she had missed, before saying goodbye and heading off home. While walking home I realised my phone was on the table when I went to the toilet, I unlocked it, and there on my screen was the photo of his cock with the message "Transfer Complete." I shuck my head in disbelieve, pocketed my phone and walked home.

  Wednesday

  I was pottering around the market, British strawberries were apparently in season and I wanted to pick some up to surprise my boyfriend, Tom, as he loves them. Seeing nothing but strawberries from other countries I soon gave up and was going to return home when I heard someone shout me from behind.

  "Hey Goey!" bellowed the voice.

  It was Steve. After my talk with Jess on Monday he was the last person I wanted to see -- I felt as if I had betrayed him in some way. He ran over to greet me.

  "Goey! Haven't seen you for ages! Come one, let's grab a pint -- I'm off 'til 2"

  And then before I know it I was sipping a pint having one of the oddest conversations of my life.

  "Look Goey, I know I'm small"

  I look blankly at him; this was completely out of the blue.

  "But I love Jess, and I want her to be happy..."

  "She is happy." I interrupted.

  "You know what I mean, I've seen him."

  "What?"

  "Your boyfriend, Tom."

  I froze

  "Jess had a picture of him on her phone, she showed it me... We'd had a bit of an argument and it ended up with her shoving her phone with that photo on it in my face..."

  "Oh my god Steve, I'm so sorry I..."

  "It's okay" he interrupted, "Look, this is going to sound odd but well... I want him to fuck her"

  I couldn't believe what I just heard, "What?!" I asked in disbelief.

  Steve shuffled uncomfortably, "I'm sorry, it's just I know I'm small. And well I like the idea, of watching her, you know -- with someone big. And then I saw that photo and I just... I had to ask... I'm sorry, just forget about it..."

  He got up to leave; I grabbed his arm, my lips spoke before I could even think about what I was saying.

  "Okay" I said. Steve looked at me.

  "Really?" he asked

  I nodded. The idea of seeing Tom take Jess excited me, the idea of her husband Steve watching got my heart racing. I simply couldn't resist.

  "Oh wow cool, I'll let Jess know. Thanks Goey you're a star"

  I never thought anything would come of it, the fantasy excited me, but it just wasn't like Jess -- it would never happen.

  That night in bed I got a text from Jess, "Tomorrow 7pm-ish?"

  "Ok" I replied. I still hadn't told Tom...

  I rolled over to face him, "Tom honey, you awake?"

  "Yeah..." he replied half a sleep.

  "You up for another girl joining us tomorrow?"

  "Sure" he said rather enthusiastically.

  "It's a cuckold thing, so her husband will be watching."

  "As long as he knows not too touch you know I'm game" he gave me kiss, and drifted off to sleep. I lay awake for a while... wondering what to do...

  Thursday

  I'd decided I wouldn't tell Tom who it was. He didn't ask so I didn't have to lie. I told him they wanted something different, for him to be blindfolded. After removing his doubts that it was a man or an ugly woman (promising him he'd see her soon enough) he was game. So at around quarter to 7, there he was, sat naked on a wooden chair in the middle of our living room floor blindfolded, with his cock pointing hard up at the ceiling, glistening with my spit, when I heard a knock at there door.

  I open it, and they walk in.

  "Well" spoke Jess, "He is a big boy isn't he?"

  "Jess?" asks Tom in disbelief.

  "Oh Goey! You didn't tell him! And yeah, it's me babe."

  She walks over to him, wrapping her hand around his cock while removing the blindfold with the other, "Hey stud, we're going to have some fun."

  I sit next to Steve on the sofa as Jess lowers herself to her knees in front of my man. She reaches out with her tongue and slowly licks his left ball before taking it into her mouth, her hand slowly stroking his shaft.

  Licking his balls teasingly as she rubs his length I could see his precum bubbling out and leaking over her hand. She looks up into his eyes, and rubs his cock over her face, "Oh boy, the things I'm going to do with this cock!"

  I look at Steve; he's fixated on the site before him, barely moving. "You ok hun?" I ask him.

  He nods, "Yes, it's awesome." Just as Jess opens her mouth, and begins lowering her head onto Tom's shaft.

  "Ummm" she grunts in pleasure as she greedily fills her mouth with his cock. As she withdraws his penis from her she looks back at Steve "Look babe, I can't even fit him all in!" A huge smile spreads across both their faces.

  Jess continues to bob her hea
d up and down on Tom's cock, gagging slightly as she fails to deepthroat him. I watch her try enthusiastically, spluttering on his cock as she attempts to force him into her throat. She turns to face Steve, "I guess I'm just not used to having something so big!" and laughs before fixing her gaze upon me, "Come on Goey, I know you can do it, get your butt over her!"

  I look at Steve, he nods, and I get up off the sofa and drop to my knees before Tom's cock. Jess's eyes fix on me as I bring his cock to my mouth and lower my lips towards his balls. She watches in amazement as I gasp a little, before taking all of him into my mouth. Tom lets out a large side of pleasure as he tenses in my throat.

  "My god girl, you are gooooood!" exclaims Jess. I smile as I remove his cock from my throat. I hear a rustle behind me and look back to see Steve pulling his jeans down, his cock is tiny, barely visible in his hands as he begins to stroke it.

  Me and Jess continue to lick Tom's cock and balls, taking it in turns to suck him as the other sucks his balls, licking up both sides of his shaft at the same time, rubbing our faces against his manhood -- doing everything to please him. His cock has grown to an exceptionally large size; our faces are shimmering with his precum and each other's spit when Steve speaks out from the background.

  "Ok" he says, "I want to see her have sex with him, I'm not going to be able to last much longer..."

  "Oh Steve" sighs Jess playfully, "You can't even outlast him with your own hand while he's got 2 women on their knees pleasing him, you really are pathetic!"

  I notice Steve's cock stiffen at the insult.

  We move upstairs to the bedroom; Tom lies on his back -- allowing himself to be used by us, saying nothing, as he has done all night. I roll the condom down over his cock.

  "Really?" Jess asks me while shooting me a look.

  "Maybe without next time..." I answer. I trust her completely, but I still wanted to play it safe this time.

  She pulls down her jeans, her knickers are soaked with her wetness, and as she pulls her knickers down I can see just how horny she is. Her whole pussy shines with her juices, visible lines of it clearly running down her legs.

  I hold Tom's cock firmly at the base as she stands over him, "You okay with this Goey?" she asks me.