Forced Quickies

by Rosa Alvarado

  The door opened, and Carina, the office manager, came in and shut the door behind her. Carina was short, but had an amazing body. Her abs were tight, her breasts large, with small, dark nipples, and her face was pleasant, if not beautiful. She walked up to David, kneeled and grabbed his stiffening cock, placing into her mouth. David immediately became fully erect as she used her tongue and red lips to bring him to a powerful orgasm, which she swallowed easily, licking her lips before standing up and turning to leave the office. David admired her perfectly shaped ass as it wiggled alluringly out the door before returning to finish his interrogatory responses.

  After finishing the responses, he reviewed a brief that a junior associate had sent him. He preferred to write his comments on a hard copy, then discuss them with the writer, rather than just sending back a redline. The brief was pretty good, but needed a little tightening and a small new section. Finishing his editing, David left his office and walked down the hall, stepping over groups of his co-workers engaging in inventive sex, before he reached Rachel's office. Her office was small, and she was bent over, blowing one of the guys from the copy center, a younger guy with a skinny, muscular body covered in tattoos who was sitting on her desk. Rachel's ass was round, firm and pale, and David rammed his cock into her slick pussy from behind, causing her to moan, which, in turn caused the copy center guy to sigh. Still holding the pages of the brief, David pumped hard into Rachel, and she started to buck her hips into him while increasing the tempo of her cock sucking. The three of them came at the same time, causing Rachel's ass to fly up, and David's cock to shoot out of her slick hole, spraying her lower back with his cum.

  She stood up, the copy guy left the office and David gave Rachel his comments to the brief as his cum dripped on the floor. He returned to his office, again stepping over copulating bodies and checked his email for the last time. David loaded his briefcase, put the strap over his shoulder and walked out of his office toward the security door. Entering the lobby, he noticed that Tania, the night receptionist, was laying on the reception desk, being fucked slowly by William, a retired partner who must have been pushing 80, his gray chest hair and flaccid body pressing Tania's young, curvy form into the expensive wood veneer with every labored thrust.

  When the elevator opened, he entered, and an older brunette wearing too much makeup grabbed David's cock and gave him a clumsy handjob, which ended with him spraying cum on the reflective metal door just before it opened.

  He left the building and turned toward the subway. It was still a warm evening, and the number of people screwing and performing other sex acts on the sidewalk seemed to have increased from the morning. David passed all of them, picked his way down the stairs at the subway station trying to avoid the rutting bodies and waited for his train. It was warm in the station, and David felt himself begin to sweat, but a train pulled in and he entered an air conditioned car. Somehow finding a seat, he noticed an attractive woman with short dark hair, small, round breasts and a shaved pussy. She caught David's eye and walked over to him, allowing David to lean forward and lick her lower lips and clit until she reached a screaming orgasm just as the train reached her stop, where she got off.

  Two stops later, David left the train, and had to walk up a different staircase than he usually did because of the number of bodies squirming and screwing on his usual stairs, finding himself on the street. He decided to stop at O'Malley's again for a beer, and maybe a burger, since he didn't have any food at home.

  Walking past the nude smokers standing in front of the bar, one of whom was getting a blow job from a woman with dreadlocks, he entered the dark, fragrant watering hole. He noticed that the older, heavy woman was in her usual seat at the end of the bar, her huge, pendulous breasts resting on the bar top as she held her drink. Looking to his right, he saw a pretty young blonde bent over the pool table, trying to line up a shot, her breasts interfering with the cue, while a skinny guy with a Mohawk fucked her from behind while drinking a beer.

  David sat at the bar and waited until Donna came to take his order. He noticed that her left nipple was pierced, and a silver barbell surrounded her prominent red nipples. Her areolas were large and dark, and contrasted with the paleness of her firm breasts. David ordered a beer and sipped it pensively. He noticed Donna walking into the kitchen, and saw that she had the logo of O'Malley's tattooed above her heart shaped ass. David got up and carried his beer into the kitchen, where he had never gone before. The kitchen staff was working, making burgers and salads and frying onion rings, fries and chicken wings. He walked to the rear of the kitchen and saw Donna in a small windowless office, on her cell phone, peering at a computer screen. She finished her call and put the cell phone down.

  David entered the office as Donna stood up. He sat down on her chair and pulled her toward him, and she straddled him, snaking his hard cock into her pussy. Donna leaned forward, resting her head on David's shoulders, pressing her breasts against his upper chest. She began to rise up and down on David's rigid pole, increasing her speed as David lifted his hips to meet the thrusts. Donna grabbed the side of the chair, threw her head back and yelled as she came, and David grunted and shot his load into her. She sat there, panting and catching her breath as their combined juices ran down onto David, before standing up. Donna grabbed a kitchen towel and wiped her pussy clean and gave another one to David, who cleaned off his crotch before picking up his beer, taking a drink and leaving the office. Donna followed him out and returned to behind the bar.

  David noticed that the blonde at the pool table had given up all pretenses of shooting pool, and was bent over the table holding on with both hands while getting screwed from behind by a tall blonde guy and giving a muscular black man a blow job. He drank his beer, and a second, while watching the Mets on the TV before leaving the bar and heading home.

  The streets were filled with groups of people and couples having sex on every surface, except for a group of people who were watching the sky. Again, a meteor was flashing through the sky, heading toward Jersey. David watched for a few seconds, then continued toward his building. His lobby was empty, except for one couple of college students screwing in the corner, being watched by the doorman, who was jerking off to the sight. David entered the elevator and made it to his apartment. He watched the end of the baseball game before going to bed.

  * **

  As always, the NPR news on the clock radio awakened David, who got out of bed, and did a set of pushups and crunches before showering and shaving. He put on a pair of boxers, a white t-shirt, a blue shirt, a red tie, blue socks, a blue pinstripe suit and black, shiny shoes. He grabbed his briefcase and walked out of his apartment.

  When the elevator opened, he saw the older man from the 10th floor, wearing a gray suit and red bowtie and the skinny woman from the 12th floor, in a black dress. David entered the elevator, and nodded at both of them. As he walked out of the lobby, he also nodded at the doorman, who nodded back and returned to reading his newspaper.

  As David walked down the street, he decided that he would, that night, ask Donna from O'Malley's out for coffee.

  The End.

  Vacation Sex

  We had planned this vacation months in advance. By the time it came near I was counting down the days. Each morning I would tell my wife how many days were left until we were lying in our bathing suits on the sand. Listening to the waves lapping against the shore. Sipping those fruity, tasty vacation drinks. Taking in the sights of those twenty and thirty something's in their skimpy swimsuits. Perhaps topless even. I did have a weakness for looking. Though I would never stray. My wife was all to me. She still looked quite good in her mid forties. All I ever needed or wanted.

  But I did so enjoy the looking. Doing so only made me hotter for our time alone. Vacation sex was the best. Away from the daily pressures of every day life. Instead of once or twice a week, we would be enjoying each other's fancies that week until we were raw. Even then, that would only slow us down a little. By the time we flew home
I knew sitting in that airplane for five hours would be a tough ride.

  We were down to three weeks away and I was busy making excursion plans. (After all I figured at our age we couldn't spend the entire week in bed, as we had on our honeymoon.) Each night I would tell her what new idea I had come up with. Then with just two weeks to go, she tweaked her shoulder while working out. The pain was slight but it wouldn't seem to go away. I told her to book herself a massage and see if a professional could rub the stiffness out for good.

  She finally agreed and called to book one. I heard her stutter and hesitate on the phone some. She then asked if there were a woman that could give her the massage. Her face lightened and her smile returned as she confirmed the time for that afternoon. After she hung up I teased her a little about not wanting a man to rub it out for her.

  She teased right back saying that if she had let that happen he might be rubbing more then just the knot out of her shoulder. Now it was my turn to feel uncomfortable with the situation. I quickly replied that the female was the best solution, and that thinking of another woman rubbing her naked torso left me feeling a little stiff myself.

  So much so that while she was off having a professional rub the knot out of her shoulder, I found myself in the shower rubbing my own stiffness away quite vigorously.

  That done, in record time I might add left me time to relax and pursue further activities for our vacation.

  When I opened the page on our resorts health spa I found that one of the options was for a "Couples Massage on the Beach." My mind instantly went right back to her being naked and rubbed by a young cute native girl. All the while with me on the cot right next to her having the same done to me. There was a list of masseuse technicians, I requested Maria for my wife and Consuela for myself. How could I go wrong with those choices? As quick as it took for my cock to get back to full mast, we were signed up for a Tuesday evening couples massage at sunset on the sand. His and Her couple massages. I couldn't wait to tell her about it.

  She returned home in a state of bliss. The knot was pretty much a thing of the past. She seemed much more relaxed and ready for all our vacation fun. I did tell her I booked her another massage, but I left out the couple part to surprise her on our second night there in paradise. I did tease her some about how it felt to have a lady rub her all over with warm oil. We ended up having a nice long fuck before calling it a night. This only enhanced my thoughts and plans for her Caribbean massage in the near future.

  Well the date of departure finally arrived. As usual my week leading up to that date was extra hectic. Running my own business as I did made it hard to get away for a full week at a time. When I did manage there was much preparation that preceding week. Needless to say the extra long hours had left me tired. The result was getting home late all week and our time together was left to cuddling before bed. Friday afternoon I closed up shop and headed home to get ready to depart for the airport.

  On the drive home my mind raced as my thoughts of that beloved vacation sex filled my thoughts and also my boxers. Although the drive home was a short one, I was hard and ready to get my time off started. Racing in hoping to find the wife and get things off to a good start. Alas her last couple days were hectic as well as she was left to do all the packing and all the last minute chores of getting the house ready for our departure. All I found were the packed suitcases and a note. "Forgot the sunscreen, had to rush to the store for that and some magazines. Be home soon. Love you. XXX"

  I looked down at the tent in my pants. Should I hit the shower or just make the wait a bit longer. Deciding the latter would just make me want her more I took the suitcases out to the car. We didn't have to leave for another hour so I figured she would be home soon enough to get in a quickie. Ten minutes later she rushed in, asking if I was ready to go, as we needed to drop off the keys to the house sitter and grab some quick dinner. She explained she didn't want to settle for airport food and wanted a decent meal before our red eye flight.

  So off we went. Her in her rush, me in my semi hard state thinking that shower would have been a good idea. But my time was close at hand. I laughed to myself. Not at "my hands" this week. Thoughts of joining the mile high club flittered though my brain as we did our chores, ate our dinner and headed to the airport. Just before our boarding began she ran off to the bathroom. I again began to devise ways to get our week (and myself) off to a good start.

  She returned and handed me a bottle just as we were called to board the plane. "Put these back in my purse while I get my carryon please." Looking down I sighed as I read the sleeping pill label on the bottle.

  "Sleeping pills?" I inquired.

  "You know I hate red eye flights and can never get to sleep on my own. You want me relaxed and good to go tomorrow on the beach don't you?" And with that we boarded and were off. I had a couple beers to help me relax. Resigning myself to one more night without before the onslaught began.

  From there things went smoothly. We landed. Shuttled to the hotel. Checked in, and up to our room. It was everything the brochure had stated and more. Huge Jacuzzi bath, two could fit with room to spare. Three even I smiled to myself. As if that would ever happen. Having taken the red eye we had arrived on the island at 9:00 AM. After checking in we were in the room at just past 10:30. Naked by 10:45 and in each others arms for a long slow session of sex. Having been backed up and deprived for the past week of any amorous activity that long slow session lasted about 10 minutes.

  "Don't worry about it." She giggled. "We have all week long. But the next time you had better last longer or I may need to go find the cabana boy." She teased. Slipping on her bikini and a shear cover we headed off to explore the resort and check out the beach. After strolling the entire grounds and looking around a bit we decided to stop at one of the many bars and have a libation before heading over to the sand to sunbathe.

  We asked the young handsome bartender to recommend a local drink for us to try. He returned with two Mojitos. A rum, lime and sugarcane mixture with a touch of mint. They were very refreshing and easy to drink. We took them down to the sand and sipped them as we lay in the sun the rest of the day. About 4:00 PM she got hungry and thought we should head up to change for dinner.

  As two young, very scantily clad ladies in their early twenties strolled by rather closely I commented, "I am getting mighty hungry myself, and you have just the meal I crave." I smiled and helped her pack up the beach bag and headed upstairs. She jumped in the shower; I joined her in there and was soon enjoying that meal between her legs. I licked, nibbled and sucked her to two orgasms as the water cascaded down onto us.

  "Lets get out and see if I can find myself a good meal." She said taking hold of my hardened cock and pulling me up into a passionate kiss as she turned the water off with her other hand. We got out dried off, and found our way to the bed. "OH SHIT!!" She exclaimed. "I stopped and phoned in dinner reservations for the steak house for 5:30." The clock next to the bed read 5:18. We quickly threw on our clothes, no easy task for me in my present condition. We were out the door and across the complex for a nice long meal.

  Two bottles of wine latter and after a long stroll on the beach we were exhausted from traveling and the long day. Up in the room she kissed me softly and asked if she could make it up to me tomorrow as she was spent. Still half hard as I had been all evening I too was beyond tired and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

  Now I am used to being up early. Even on vacation a good day of sleeping in is until 7:00 AM. I awoke with more morning wood then I knew what to do with. I crawled between her legs and again began to kiss and nibble my way up to paradise in paradise. She spread her legs and enjoyed every nibble and kiss as I licked and played there for a good 40 minutes.

  Upon her second shuddering climax she whimpered, "I need you inside me. NOW!"

  She didn't need to ask twice. I was inside and pumping away hard and fast. Too hard and too fast. Again I came like a schoolboy in less then 2 minutes. Having been satisfied by my tongue sh
e wasn't too perturbed. Though she did tease me again about looking up that "cabana boy". I laughed and told her she might indeed have to if I kept performing as I had so far this week.

  We dressed and headed off to our zip-lining adventure. The scenery was magnificent. The weather was beautiful. The excursion was all we had hoped for. They offered rum punch drinks that kept everyone in high spirits. The day went by fast. Scheduled to be back at the hotel by 2:30 we ran a little late. Our couple's massage was scheduled for 5:30 as the sun was due to descend at 7:00 that evening. We had a quick bite in the restaurant and headed back to our room. Some heavy petting left us naked once more and ready to go further. She kneeled and took my cock in her mouth. Her warm lips bringing me close to again shooting off like an adolescent. I quickly pulled her to her feet and bent her over the table.

  She cooed as she looked back over her shoulder. "Going to give me the fucking I deserve this time big boy?" A mocking tone in her voice. Perhaps it was the one to many rum punches, or the two mojitas with our quick meal. She was right in her tone though Had I slid into her after her lips had brought me so close I would again be shooting off inside her like a pop gun.

  Instead I gave her beautiful ass a sharp SLAP! And then slid three fingers into her sopping wetness. I hadn't realized she was as horny as she was as they easily went inside her deep and fast. She pressed her body back and into my hand. Humping my fingers like she was in heat. "I need your cock, I need your fat cock." She moaned as she fucked my digits. Before long she was crying out in orgasm as her pussy squeezed my hand inside her. "Fuck me now! Please just fuck me now!" She whimpered. My cock throbbed as I pulled my hand out and lined up behind her.