There’s a particularly deep pit of quicksand in the woods. Maybe about six feet deep. I happen to be trekking around it, and unknowingly, I fall inside.
Tragic.
So naturally, I’m screaming for help. Slowly, I’m sinking deeper and deeper, but there’s no one around- until you arrive. You see me struggling, now up to my waist in quicksand, and you smirk.
You come over to the edge of the pit, and grab my hand so I’m saved- or at least, I think I’m saved. You pull me closer to the edge, but I notice I’m not actually being lifted out of the quicksand. I gasp in surprise, and smile brightly at you for finding me.
But you still don’t pull me out. Instead, you sit on the safe, solid grass portion just outside the pit, and plant your feet in the quicksand- it can’t pull you in, since your main center balance is safely out of its grasp. You pull me even closer, and to my utter shock, you push me deeper into the quicksand.
By now, only my chest and the rest upwards are above the pit. And I’m struggling there, extremely confused as to why you pushed me in even more instead of saving me.
You wrap your hands around my shoulders, growling my ear that if I wanna be rescued, I’d need to do some favors for you. I gulp and comply.
First thing I’m commanded to do- remove my shirt, and let my breasts hang free. You pull your legs out of the quicksand and hold then under my arms so I can hang onto them, and you lick your hands and cup them. You rub my nipples and squeeze them as a whole, gazing lustfully into my eyes. You repeatedly lick your fingers and wet my boobs, maybe even bouncing them each in your hands a little. All the while, I look up at you with a wide-eyed, nervous expression.
But you’re not done yet.
I beg you to let me out of the pit since I let you fondle me, and that I wouldn’t tell anyone. You, however, argue that you can do whatever you want, since I’m the one that’s stuck and not you. Then, when you’re done having your lecherous way with my soft breasts, you pull me even closer-
And my face is now pressed against your cock.
I feel the bulge just behind your jeans, pressing against my mouth. Heat radiates from it in powerful waves, and I can smell the precum- heck, some of it leaked through your pants and made it’s way onto my lips. I lick it off, tasting the salty residue, and glance up at you anxiously.
To make sure I don’t try anything funny, you push me even deeper into the quicksand for good measure. You grab my arms and let me latch onto your splayed legs, and tell me that if I want to get out, I need to suck your thick cock to completion.
I swallow, but nod my head and agree.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9taaxd/quicksand_part_1