Forced Quickies

by Rosa Alvarado

  "You'll just have to go without," I told her with a smirk. I folded them tight into a ball and put them in the cargo pocket of my shorts.

  "I'll want those back, ya know." She told me as she held the door open for me and the folding table I was dragging.

  There was no denying the "freshly fucked" look on our faces as we came back into the cheer room. The girls all smiled at each other, but Kacey left them no time for questions.

  "Let's go! Load up! We've got a game in two hours!" she yelled at them and they rushed to gather up their gear.

  She called Kyla to her and whispered in her ear. Kyla smiled and went to get her cheer bag, letting the other girls go on ahead of her.

  I shuffled out to the trailer with the folding table. It wouldn't fit. I tried several different angles, but it just wasn't going to work.

  "Doesn't fit? Oh well," I heard Kacey say as she and Kyla came out the door. "We didn't really need it anyway."

  Kyla held the door for me as I pulled the table out of the trailer and carried it back into the cheer room. Kyla closed the door as I stepped out. Kacey was already across the parking lot, heading for the cheer bus.

  "Drive me to the bus?" Kyla asked.

  "Hop in," I told her as I unlocked the truck. She opened the door and threw her cheer back inside and then climbed into my truck.

  As I started the truck, Kyla looked over at me and said, "I told you she needed you." She had put a lot of emphasis on "needed."

  "Kyla..." I began until she cut me off.

  "No worries, Mr Davis." She said with a cute smirk. "What happens in the cheer storage room also stays in the cheer storage room."

  Then she said quickly, "Drive slow!" I put my foot on the brakes and turned to her to ask why.

  Kyla had braced her feet on the floor, raised her hips up and slid her spanks and panties down.

  "Hey!" I whispered even though no one could hear. "What are you doing?"

  She pulled them off from her ankles and separated the panties from the spankies, then slid the spankies back on.

  Damn it was a sight to see! That sweet bare pussy just a foot or two away from me. She did the hip arch thing again and tugged the spankies back on just as I was pulling up to the bus.

  "Here!" she said as she tossed me her panties. They were warm and moist in my hand.

  I gave her a quizzing look, "What am I supposed to do with these?" I asked her.

  She opened the truck door and slid down. She turned to me as she grabbed her cheer bag and said, "Well, you're a naughty man, so I can only imagine what you'd do with them. Kacey told me what you did with hers. I had to give her my extra spankies to wear tonight underneath her shorts."

  "You, "she said with a smile, "need my panties to wrap around Kacey's that are in your shorts pocket. Your cum is starting to leak through."

  She gave me a wink and smile as she closed the door. I looked down, and sure enough, as my shorts had tightened against my thigh, there was a slight damp spot.

  Damnnnnn.

  The End.

  Waking Up in Cuffs

  I was always a heavy sleeper.

  "Kaaat." Your voice sounds in my ear, warm breath on my neck.

  I groan, turning my head the opposite way. "Don't wanna get up." I mutter, eyes drifting open anyways. Blinking once or twice, I smile at you and go to sit up. Nothing. How did I not notice this before? Handcuffs keep both my wrists in place, rattling softly as I tug at them. I turn questioning eyes at you.

  "Maybe if you didn't sleep like a coma patient..." You trail off, running soft fingertips up my inner thighs and leaning forward to brush your lips over the sensitive skin of my neck.

  "Babe, c'mon." I protest, stifling the lustful whimpers your lips brought forth. "I'm so tired, how are you horny at this time of day?"

  You throw a leg over me, settling yourself on my hips. "Sleeping naked makes this so much easier. Doesn't it my disobedient girl?" Your hands trail up my sides before stopping to trace circles around my nipples, already swollen in desire. I roll my eyes, handcuffs ringing as I pull again. Your teeth sink into my breast, drawing a shriek from my throat. "I asked you a question." Your soft reminder is punctuated by another bite, gentler this time.

  "Yes it does." I agree and am rewarded with your tongue moving slowly over the red mark. You slowly suck on one breast, strong hand kneading the other. Your tongue dances around my extended nipples, a hint of bite before flitting across my tender breasts once more. I moan, sinking into the sensations until you stop as soon as you had started. Infuriating. I growl at you, falling back against my cuffs in frustration.

  You sit back, eyes narrowing. "What was that, slave?" Your voice is hard, unforgiving.

  I whimper, the name sending shivers down my back. "It was nothing."

  You circle a hand in front of my face, gesturing for more. "It was nothing..?"

  "It was nothing, Master." I correct myself quickly, rewarded by your dazzling smile.

  "Good girl." Your fingers snake through my hair, grabbing a handful and pulling roughly as your other hand slips between my legs.

  I moan loudly, you knew just how to push my every button. "Masteeer.." I breathe out shakily, tossing my head back.

  "Something you want, slave?" Your fingers withdraw from my pussy, drawing a low groan from my chest.

  "Yes." I murmur, lifting my hips in vain. "I want your mouth." The smile gets even bigger, before you lean in to whisper seductively..

  "Beg me."

  I cannot stifle the throaty moan that escapes my lips. "Please Master." I whimper "Please, I need your tongue to put out the fire between my legs. I need you to touch me, take me, I need it so bad." You kiss me roughly, nipping at my bottom lip.

  "Fucking love it when you beg."

  A swift wink and you're back at my pussy. I whimper as you slip a finger into me, feeling my tight walls before adding a second digit then rotate my hips as you slowly rock in and out. I whimper again, unsteadily, your talented tongue beginning to dance circles around my clit. "Oh god yes, that feels amazing." I pant. "Mmm, yes..harder.." Your teeth softly close on the tender flesh of my clit and I quietly yelp. The noise turns quickly to a moan when you comply with my request, fingers slamming in fast and deep. Every thrust sends bolts of lightning up my spine, your two fingers stretch me in the most delightful way.

  Pulling at the cuffs, in vain, only makes you laugh evilly, pull out and question, "Something wrong?"

  I only glare, spinning my wrists slightly. "Please let me out, Master" I put on my sweetest voice to beg. "Pleeeease I want to touch you, I want to please you, make my Master very proud of his little slave."

  Your smile twists, taking on a devilish nature. "Nope. Instead.." A pause "I want you to stay still. And quiet." You know that silence is near impossible for me, staying still as well.

  "But.." I begin to protest.

  Your look silences me "All I want to hear is 'Yes Master'. Do you understand me, slave?"

  "Yes Master." I whisper, your grin reappearing.

  "Good."

  Your fingers are back inside me seconds later and I clamp down on my lower lip to keep from moaning, hands curling into fists. This was going to be a long morning.

  The End.

  Lust in the Dark

  Gia and Van had thrown a fantastic party. They had invited all their friends up to the big cabin up in the Laurel highlands. It was a perfect mid-winter get-together with lots of beer and food and good company. There had been tasty venison that Van had hunted himself and roasted on a spit, and a second bonfire. Everyone had had a great time with great conversation and laughs, but the day was getting long, and dark was coming on, plus it looked like a snow-storm was headed that way. Everyone had gone home except for Brendan and his wife Heidi, who offered to help clean up.

  After about ten trash bags were filled and full dark had come on, it was time for Bren and Heidi to go, but when they opened the door, a frigid blast of air and snow blew in.

  "Whew! We stayed to
o long! That's a hell of a blizzard out there!" remarked Heidi. "I don't think we should drive in that."

  Bren was ever the hard-ass and wanted to try, but Gia would have none of it.

  "Look, we have plenty of space. You guys can just stay here til morning. You are not driving out in this! I'll make us some drinks and we can watch a movie or something."

  So it turned into a cozy evening on the big couches. Somehow, Gia ended up next to Bren and Heidi next to Van. And somehow, Heidi and Van inched closer and closer to each other. Van was solid and strong and smelled warm and spicy. Heidi's mind started to wander to places no happily married lady had a right to think about. And it was not helping that Van kept accidentally touching her thigh and arms with an innocent touch here, a gentle nudge there. Her eyes kept wandering down to the bulge in his pants.

  Van was not doing much better. Every time he moved, Heidi would lean into him with her soft, feminine body. He wanted to touch her and found excuses to do so. He loved Gia with all his heart, but tonight Heidi was soft and inviting, and he knew Gia wouldn't mind so much if he indulged in a little flirtation. So his touches were not as innocent as Heidi thought.

  Heidi looked over at Gia and Bren and noticed that they had both dozed off after the long day. The wind was howling outside and they were just coming to the end of some weird movie about porn stars locked in a remote cabin where Ron Jeremy's dis-embodied penis was going on a murderous (yet hilarious) rampage. Heidi was just about to say something scathing about the actions on screen when the wind kicked up ferociously and the electricity – along with Ron Jeremy's penis – went out. The cabin was mostly dark except for some glowing embers in the fireplace.

  "Whoops," said Van. "That's not likely to come on again any time soon. I think we have some candles in the bedroom, maybe a lantern."

  Heidi looked over at her and Van's sleeping spouses. "I'll come with you. That wind is creeping me out. I don't want to be the only conscious one in the room."

  As they turned the corner into the hallway, Van took Heidi's hand and laid it on his arm. It was pitch black once the fireplace was out of sight, so the movement made sense, but Heidi's heart skipped a beat. Since she couldn't see, Heidi's other senses starting to go into overdrive. The fuzz on his arm was so soft. It made her wonder what other fuzz on his body was soft. The softness contrasted nicely with the smooth muscle of the arm underneath. His scent was so close in the darkness, her head started to spin with it (and the drinks Gia had served). Heidi's inhibitions were slipping.

  They reached the bedroom and Van steered Heidi toward the bed. "Here, sit for a second while I rummage around." He found the oil lantern he was looking for and the matches he kept next to it. He lit it, and as he turned, the natural glow fell on Heidi's face. The light glinted off her long blond hair and her wide eyes. But he didn't notice that; all he could see in the split second before she looked down was the look of raw desire in her eyes – a look pointed directly at him. Or, more accurately, directly at his crotch, which gave an instinctive twitch in response. The night was getting more interesting by the second!

  "I think there are candles in the nightstand, too." Van walked toward the bed where Heidi was sitting. Suddenly, she stood up and took half a step toward him, so that they were standing chest-to-chest. The pressure felt good on her breasts. Heidi laid her hands on his forearms and looked up into his eyes.

  "Van?" The word was breathless. "So, what's the deal with you and Gia?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "Do you think it would be alright with her if I kissed you?" Barely more than a whisper.

  "Yes, I think that would be alright." Now Van's head was starting to spin.

  Heidi's hand moved up to the back of Van's head, her fingers reveling in the short softness there. So much softer than Brendan's! Their lips found each other and pressed together.

  Heidi had been kissed many times, of course. Though she had only ever had sex with Brendan, having met and married young, she and Bren were rather permissive with kisses and flirtations. She didn't know exactly what to expect when she kissed Van, but she thought the familiar tension would (as usual when it was someone other than Bren) dissipate into happy contentment or a nice head rush, or both. She certainly did not anticipate her reaction – the mental fire that burned through her brain sourced from their dance of lips, and soon tongues. The fire washed over her from her mouth and the region between her legs. It spread like wildfire from those two spots to her whole body – from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Passion. Lust. Her body was singing just one word: MORE!

  Heidi broke away, and it felt like coming up for air. "You are a damn fine kisser, Van!" Her voice was heavy with lust and surprise.

  "You're pretty good yourself, darlin'," Van chuckled. He smiled at her in the lamplight, and moved his head down to her smooth neck. Her skin smelled feminine and tender. He kissed and licked the skin there, and her resultant moan was very satisfying indeed! Her hands were clutching his head as he was drinking in her neck and lips, and her breathing was starting to get ragged as she pressed her breasts into his chest. Those soft globes seemed to be begging for more, it seemed to him. Van moved his hand from her back to fondle one. Simultaneously, the nipple hardened beneath his fingers and Heidi threw her head back, breaking the seal their lips had created.

  "Ah!" The sound that came out of Heidi's mouth was dripping with need. Van moved his other hand to get both handfuls of breast and nipple. Her hard nipples felt like hot little gumdrops as he rolled them between his thumb and fingers, so he thought he'd like a taste. He drew Heidi's sweater and bra over her head and threw them on the floor in one motion. Van lowered his head and had a lick. So nice! Sweet and firm! He flicked at one nipple with his tongue and the other with his fingers, then switched to the other side. He could hear Heidi's groans of pleasure through her chest, her fingers kneading the back of his neck.

  Heidi was on fire with sensation. No coherent words were running through her brain, but her body was shouting: More! More! More! She needed to feel his skin on hers, and she started tugging at his shirt. He moved away a little, and she pulled the garment over his head and threw it down. The motion caused her to fall onto her back on the bed, with Van on top of her. She paused to run her fingers through the copious soft curls on his chest.

  "Fuzzy..." The word seemed to bypass her brain, and Heidi was only barely aware she had said anything at all. Her lustful body was in total control now, and it wanted Van. Their lips came together again, tongues entwining, stoking the heat that radiated between their bare chests.

  Heidi's legs fell open in a subconscious motion. Bren had always liked that Heidi did that unknowingly when she was in a state of heightened arousal. Van liked it, too. He shifted his body so Heidi could feel the hard bulge in his pants press against her nether lips. The friction of their clothes between them was unbearable! Triply so when Van started to rhythmically move against her, the motion of his tongue matching the motion of his hips, and his thumb flicking a counter rhythm on her nipple. Heidi's clitoris started to throb with need, and a whimper escaped her mouth.

  Van was having a good hard suckle on Heidi's right nipple and enjoying the hot friction against his cock when he felt Heidi's tugging at his jeans, her breath coming in little gasps. He looked up at her face and realized the little gasps were actually words.

  "Please...please...please..."

  Van was not one to deny so polite a request. In a moment, the rest of their clothes had joined their shirts in the pile on the floor, and their naked bodies were pressed against each other on the bed, lips and tongues entwining again. The kisses were so sweet and hot! Van broke away and moved his head down her body, trailing kisses and licks down Heidi's breasts, her stomach, her navel. Now his hands were pushing apart her knees again, his lips working their way up her inner thighs. His beard was so soft on her tender flesh! Heidi's fire was building again, from the deepest part of her belly.

  Van moved his thumbs to Heidi's outer labia,
spreading them open. He paused a minute to admire the pretty pink folds in the glowing lamplight, glistening and pulsing with need. Her little clit, smaller than Gia's, peeked out of the top of the soft folds. Van smiled and looked up into Heidi's face. It was flushed with desire, her mouth partly open, her eyes glazed with passion. Now a look a frustration flickered across it, and her fingers grasped insistently at his jaw and the back of his head.

  Heidi gasped with relief and pleasure as Van dove in, licking up and down her inner labia, his tongue flicking firmly across her clitoris with each pass. And with each pass, it was bringing her closer and closer to a very fine orgasm. The deep tingle began to grow in her belly, and she started to wiggle. Van seemed to take this as a good sign and began to zero in on the source of sensation. Suddenly, he closed his lips over Heidi's clit at sucked hard and rhythmically. Heidi was brought to the precipice of orgasm, the hot burn beginning to diffuse through her body.

  "Oh god! I'm coming! Ah!" Just as the words were leaving her mouth, Van thrust a finger deep into her wetness and bent it just at the right angle so that it stroked Heidi's G-spot. And instead of falling over the edge of the orgasm, Heidi burst through it with rolling waves of electricity, her hips lifting and thrashing, her cries crescendoing with each thrust. Van moved his fingers inside her and his lips and tongue over the outside of her. As Van tirelessly continued, orgasm after orgasm rolled over Heidi in rising and falling fits of passion.

  Instead of slaking her desire, the oral pleasures only made her want him more. During a lull, Heidi looked down at Van's strong body and noticed his cock, standing hard and ready. She needed to feel its steely softness in her hands! She reached down between her legs and pulled Van's head up. He trailed kisses again, this time up to her face, and his body covered hers. Now his warm, spicy scent mingled with her musk. She kissed him deeply and tasted herself on his tongue. So good!

  Her hand moved down between their bodies to grasp at his hardness, but before she could touch it, their bodies shifted, seemingly of their own accord. Heidi could feel the big head of Van's cock pressed against her wet entrance, where his mouth had so lately been. Heidi paused. Van's hands were on her hips. Her hands were on his head and lower back. But she was only aware of the hot hardness pressing against her, insistent yet motionless, waiting for invitation. The tension was unbearable, and Heidi was vibrating with need. Bren - her husband, her life partner, the man who had taken her virginity - seemed so distant. Could she? Should she? Just one little motion of her hips, one little change in angle... Heidi couldn't breathe, and passion was blurring her mind.