Going Down: A Collection of Erotic Stories for Aquaphiles

by Alex River

  "You're welcome, Sasha," said Thomas, and Jackie smiled and leaned forward to plant a quick kiss on her lips.

  "So, Sasha," Jackie said, "you'll be leaving in the morning, yeah?"

  Sasha nodded. "I think so, yes."

  "Will we see you again?" Jackie asked.

  "Oh, I suspect so," she said, smiling at them both. "I'm like a bad penny; I always turn up."

  Jackie reached down to smack Sasha on the shoulder and Thomas mock-glared over his shoulder at her.

  "Oi, Jackie! Be nice." He looked at Sasha solemnly. "I look forward to it, beautiful. Wake me up before you leave, so I can say goodbye, okay?"

  "It's a deal."

  She smiled, and the three settled back down to doze.

  The Game

  She was lounging in the warm bath, a bit bored but enjoying the feeling of his hand caressing her forehead and scalp as her other half sat on the edge of the large, two-person tub, when the idea came to her.

  "Let's play a game," she said, sitting up suddenly and flicking water at him. "Go get some dice, your stopwatch, and a length of rope, and I'll tell you the rules."

  He looked at her skeptically for a moment, then rose without a word and went to get the props. He returned a few moments later, and deposited the items on the edge of the sink, asking, "So what's the deal? You tie me up and we time how long it takes you to give me more gray hair?"

  She snorted and splashed more water at him.

  "Maybe next time. Here's the deal. Each number on the die corresponds to an amount of time-- one is ten seconds, two is twenty seconds, six is sixty seconds, and so forth. You'll roll the die six times total, so that each number has a chance of coming up. Each time you roll, the amount of time that comes up is the amount of time I have to stay submerged, lying on my back underwater and holding my breath. For periods of forty, fifty, or sixty seconds, I can hold my nose. For periods of ten, twenty, or thirty seconds, I can't hold my nose.

  "The first time that I bail out, which is defined as surfacing for air before time is up, or holding my nose when it's not allowed, the penalty is to have my arms tied behind my back for the rest of the game. Which means, of course, that I lose the privilege of holding my nose no matter how long the time requirement. I also have to finish the time that's left on that breath-hold before moving on to the next round. The second time I bail out, I lose the game."

  "How will you know when the time is up?" he interjected.

  "Hmm, good point. How about you touch my breast when I have five seconds left, then pinch my nipple when time's up."

  He smirked.

  "Yeah, I know, you could just tap my shoulder, but what fun is that?" she pouted.

  "So what do I get if you lose?" he asked reasonably.

  "What do you want?"

  "If you lose, you have to suck me off underwater."

  "Fair enough, but if I win, I get to fuck you on your back in the tub, whie dunking you for ten seconds at a time, with only one breath between each dunking, until you start to come underwater."

  The bulge in his shorts belied the uncomfortable look on his face as he nodded. She cheered internally as he reached for the small black and white die-- he got off on her love of breath play as much as she did when she was the "victim", but he had always gently resisted on those occasions when she started to take the upper hand and dunk him, and she never pushed it.

  He rolled it the die the floor next to him, and reported a two, for twenty seconds.

  She screwed up her face and sighed.

  "I hate getting water up my sinuses," she groused

  Taking a few deep breaths, she slid her upper body under the water, rolling her head as far to one side as she could and still remain on her back. One arm stretched up the back of the deep tub to help keep her under, the other curled loosely across her stomach. Her feet rested on the wall above the faucet. Small bubbles rose from one nostril every few seconds as she attempted to keep the water out, but the liquid still burned a stinging trail deeper and deeper into the other side of her nose. After a while, the water's progress seemed to stop, and shortly a hand broke the surface and rested softly on the small globe of her right breast. She counted down, and a firm pinch caused her to exhale in a moan as she surfaced, snorting out a nose full of water and taking a deep, controlled breath.

  "Next," she said matter-of-factly, not even bothering to clear her eyes or ears. She heard the die hit the ground and roll.

  "Fifty seconds."

  Clearing her throat, she hyperventilated for a few seconds, emptied her lungs and pulled in a deep breath. Pinching her nose shut, she dipped under, resting against the bottom and relaxing completely. Not a ripple or a bubble marred the surface as she counted heartbeats, until finally a hand descended and began to caress her breast sensuously, kneading and sliding for several seconds before giving the nipple a sharp squeeze. She remained where she was for a few more seconds, drinking in the sensation as the fingers rolled and pulled the nub, then sat up and regained her breath.

  The die rolled again.

  "Sixty."

  She nodded and started hyperventilating again, then gasped a full breath and dunked under, holding her nose firmly. After fifty-five heartbeats, the pressure in her chest was growing too great to ignore, and a trail of bubbles leaked from her mouth. Seconds later, the hand had still not appeared, and more air escaped from her lungs. As the last breath bubbled up from her mouth, she felt the hand touch her, and clamped down on her nose and mouth to keep from inhaling water as she counted down the last five seconds, lunging for the surface the instant the fingers closed on her nipple and gasping a couple of huge breaths before relaxing back.

  "Ready to give up yet?" came her husband’s amused voice, and she shook head violently, still breathing hard. The unmistakable sound of the die came again.

  "Thirty this time."

  She made a sound suspiciously like "urgh" and sucked in air. Asoon as she slipped under she knew she was in trouble. Water splashed up her nose immediately and she jerked, blowing bubbles which helped for only a moment before the liquid rushed along her nasal passages and ran in a stream down the back of her throat. She coughed and the water swamped her mouth as well. With no chance of toughing it out for thirty seconds, she broke the surface, coughing and spitting water.

  "Crap!" was her only remark as she cleared her face and opened her eyes to see her husband reaching for the rope.

  "I sure am looking forward to that underwater blow job," he said smugly as he maneuvered her forward and bent her arms behind her back, hands next to elbows, and tied them securely.

  "We'll see. How much time left?"

  "Nineteen seconds," he replied, then took advantage of her helplessness by pushing her back in the water until her nose and mouth barely broke the surface, and attacking her clitoris with his free hand.

  "This isn't part of the game-- oh, god-- blblblb-- oh!" She moaned and bubbled as the sensation caused her to squirm in ecstasy, water washing over her face as she writhed around. After a few seconds he stopped and lifted her up enough to hear him.

  "Just making sure the rope is tight enough. Remember-- nineteen seconds."

  "Yeah, OK, it's tight enough... nineteen seconds... right..." she replied breathlessly, heart still pounding with excitement. Sucking in air, she slid down much more carefully this time, raising her legs further out of the tub since she couldn't use her arms to stay under. She was growing used to the constant stinging of the water in her nasal passages, and before long the hand signaled her time was up. Wriggling awkwardly, she angled her face towards the surface, fighting the ropes tying her arms until she could lean back and break the surface with her nose and mouth, snorting out water and gasping air through pursed lips as the ripples lapped at her nostrils and the edges of her mouth.

  Her husband lifted her up far enough to hear him say, "Ten seconds this time," then let her slide back into the tub. Rather than fight to stay up, she took a deep breath on the way down and let herself sink under, ex
haling a slow stream of bubbles for the short period until the signal came, then executing the same ungraceful wiggle to get back to the air again.

  This time her partner lifted her up and rested her head against the back of the tub while he rolled the dice. She heard the rattle, then his snort of laughter.

  "You up for sixty seconds?"

  "Probably not," she replied sourly, then began hyperventilating, took three really deep breaths, and started to slide down. Unable to adjust herself easily with her tied arms, she began to float back up almost immediately, until a firm hand on her head pushed her back against the bottom and pinned her until she rearranged her legs to keep herself under.

  The seconds dragged by as she expelled bubbles in a mostly unsuccessful attempt to keep the water at bay, the effort draining her breath from her lungs in a steady stream. Each time she tried to stop the loss, water dripped down the back of her throat, causing her to jerk and cough out an even larger amount of air. Soon her lungs were empty, and she flailed for surface, water pouring into her open mouth as she broke through and slipped right back under, wriggling inches below the waterline until a hand supported her head while she spit water and took in oxygen.

  She was lifted into a sitting position, and then a body entered the tub behind her-- apparently her husband had used her last attempt as a chance to remove his clothes. He settled into a seated position at her back and leaned her forward to remove the waterlogged rope from her arms.

  Once free, she scrubbed her face and turned, sliding sensuously up his body.

  "You win," she said and began kissing him deeply. As they kissed, she used her weight to slide him down the back of the tub, slowly and deliberately, until the water lapped at his chin, and her hands tilted his head back, her lips drinking in his moans as the liquid rushed into his ears, then over his eyes, leaving only his mouth and nose above the surface. She switched back and forth between filling his mouth with her tongue and her breasts, listening as he panted quickly through his nose, occasionally teasing him by threatening to dunk him the rest of the way underwater as they kissed.

  Finally she stopped teasing, and, pinching his nose closed, kissed him down to the bottom of the tub, keeping them there until they both began to bubble before dragging him back up and releasing him.

  "Just for that," he said, mock angry, "you'll be sucking me off on your back, while I pin you to the bottom."

  Reaching across to the cabinet, he grabbed a nose clip and handed it to her. She barely had it in place when he grabbed her wrists and twisted to the side, pushing her off him and into the water. He quickly straddled her chest, facing her feet and using his weight to press her down flat. She wriggled and squirmed, releasing a trail of bubbles as he wrenched her thighs open and plunged two fingers deep inside her, over and over.

  Just when she thought she couldn't stand another second, the fingers plunged in and stilled except for a tortuously slow wriggle against the front wall of her vagina. Slowly, he rocked forward, allowing her upper body to float inch by inch to the surface until her frantic gasp rang out. She sucked air, the sound interspersed with moans as the fingers slid against her walls. When the moans overpowered the gasps, he shifted back a fraction, warning her. She pulled in one huge breath... two... three... and once more she was pressed down and pinned under the water.

  Her husband's body slid further up hers, his balls and cock brushing her chin, and she arched her neck, tipping her head back as far as she could. His tip brushed against her lips at the same time his fingers pulled out of her part way, and she allowed his swollen head to pop past her pursed lips. Simultaneously, he thrust in relentlessly with fingers and cock, filling her at both ends, and she groaned around the flesh in her mouth.

  He set a fast pace, and she sucked hard, growling and moaning and swallowing the water that flowed in around him. Her heart pounded a staccato beat as the seconds ticked by, ratcheting up even further when lips closed unexpectedly around her clit, nibbling and sucking in counterpoint to the fingers slamming into her.

  The first twinge of discomfort in her chest wrested another moan from her, and he pulsed in her mouth. She sucked again and swallowed water, swiping her tongue and his flesh in a complex pattern. Bubbles erupted around her clit as he pumped into her mouth, jerking erratically as she swallowed thick hot bitterness in place of warm, tasteless water. His weight settled more firmly onto her, and she shivered at the feeling of being trapped and helpless, in danger.

  His lips disappeared for a moment as he grabbed breath, then returned, sucking hard and biting as his fingers curled roughly against her g-spot. She arched as the orgasm slammed through her, his softening cock slipping free of her mouth as her air bubbled out in a scream. He continued to pin her down until the spasms of orgasm died down, then dismounted and turned, helping her up to the surface for a desperate, gasping breath.

  When she had calmed, he waited until she inhaled deeply, then removed his supporting hand and let her slide back to the bottom and rest there. She lay totally relaxed in the watery silence while his hands roamed her body, coaxing little aftershocks up and down her spine.

  If this was losing, then heaven preserve her from winning...

  A Helping Tentacle

  "Thank you, Ellie," said the tentacled alien in its odd, bell-like voice as it eased gracefully out of the star cruiser Endeavor's swimming pool and onto the deck. "In the absence of a proper mud bath, that was very refreshing indeed."

  "It's the least we could do after you helped us overthrow the Spice Baron and free Aiffal from the catacombs," Ellie said, relaxing on her deck chair with a cup of tea. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate that, Swish-- Aiffal is very important to me. Anyway, the captain was more than happy to give you a lift back to your home planet."

  Ellie had tried repeatedly to pronounce the alien's name correctly, but her throat simply wasn't designed for some of the sounds. Eventually, he laughed and gently explained that her mispronunciation sounded similar to the word for a particularly rude act, and why didn't she call him Swish for short?

  Swish blinked his single, giant eye slowly. "And I am more than happy to accept his offer. I have missed my spawn-mates horribly in the months since the Baron's slavers captured me. It will be very good to see them." The alien began to wind his dozens of different-sized tentacles back and forth, wringing out the water from the pool and massaging an even coat of shiny, protective slime over himself. "I wonder if my old job is still available," he mused.

  Ellie watched in fascination as bands of colors swept across Swish's body in response to the pressure of his tentacles as he groomed himself. He was simultaneously beautiful and the stuff of human nightmares... and she was riveted.

  "What did you used to do?" she asked. "If you don't mind me asking, that is."

  A flush of green spread up Swish's body; a sign of amusement, Ellie had learned.

  "Of course I don't mind," he said. "I was in the sex trade. Humanoid fetish specialist, to be exact."

  Ellie choked on her tea.

  "A damn good one, too," Swish continued. "I miss it. Hopefully, I'll be able to get my old positionck, but I'll probably stay in the industry even if I have to apply at a different pleasure dome."

  Having got herself more or less under control, Ellie said, "Wow, that sounds... fascinating. Tell me more about that. A humanoid fetish specialist, eh? Does that mean that you, um, actually... have sex with humans?"

  Swish shrugged. "Not in the reproductive sense. My people love a good cuddle for friendship and closeness, but we reproduce by spawning. The idea of rubbing our genitals together just seems... strange. But a lot of the humanoid tourists have a-- thing-- for tentacles." He gracefully rolled one of his larger handling tentacles out to its full length and Ellie stared, transfixed, at the rows of suckers and the bands of powerful muscle as he continued. "Being penetrated by them; being restrained by them; having them slide over and into every erogenous zone at once. I gather it's quite pleasurable."

  Ellie shive
red. "And so you do it for money?"

  "We-ell... don't get me wrong. A position with the pleasure domes on Callixis IV gives you a good life. Room and board, expenses paid, great retirement plan. But the real bonus is the mucous."

  Ellie blinked. "I beg your pardon?"

  Swish blushed purple. "Sorry, that was crude. But it's the truth-- when you humanoids reach your sexual climax, you release the most wonderful mucous. My people have very porous skin-- hence the protective slime. But we also have sense organs under the epidermis, which we use to discern the chemical makeup of our environment. And when that wonderful humanoid mucous touches are skin, it's..." He trailed off and gave a delicious shiver. "It's like-- what's that humanoid drug? Oh yes-- chocolate."

  Ellie couldn't help laughing, even as she squirmed a bit at the sudden sensation of wetness gathering in her bikini bottoms.

  Swish continued on, his voice gaining a faraway quality. "Yep... some of my colleagues prefer the male stuff, with all those little sperm wriggling around in it. Me, though... I'm all about the females. If you do it right, you can make them climax over and over and over. Mmm... those were the days."

  Ellie shifted again, squeezing her thighs together, and was unable to keep the breathiness from her voice. "You miss it, don't you?"

  "Very much."

  "I can understand why," she said carefully. "It sounds amazing. I mean... I'd love to do something like that."

  Swish perked up immediately, bands of red flooding his body. "Oh, Ellie! Do you mean it? I didn't know you liked tentacles!"

  "Neither did I, until about five minutes ago," Ellie said. "Just one thing-- I don't really have a way to pay you, so it would have to be a freebie."

  "Nonsense! Your ship is taking me home. That's payment enough. What about Aiffal, though? I don't claim to understand the pair-bonding thing, but I've been a sex worker long enough to know that some humanoids get weird about it."