The Rougher Explicit Collection of Stories Box Set Compilation

by Amira Bradford

  I placed my hand on her thigh, wanting to feel her pussy again, and started to edge it towards her mound. My fingers tracing along the top of her thigh. My fingers start to part her pubic hair, I can feel her wetness on her mound.

  We finally break our kiss and Ginny peels up my T-shirt, I sit up slightly, allowing her to remove it completely. I lie back down, Ginny lowers her head, I can feel her warm breath on my breasts and then I felt her tongue start to lick around my nipples, and then she sucked one into her mouth, she gently started to bite on my hard, sensitive nipple. I then felt a hand running over my stomach towards my pussy.

  I moaned when I felt her fingers running through my pubes, her fingers gently running along my wet lips. I opened my legs, giving Ginny better access. Her fingers followed further down my slit, the heel of her hand pushing onto my mound, making me gasp.

  I moved my hand back between her legs, my fingers eager to continue toying with her. They easily parted her wet lips, my fingers scratching along her slit up to her hot hole. I pushed first one then two fingers into her, making her moan.

  Ginny lifted her head from my stiff nipples, she then pulled her fingers out of my wet hole and brought them up to her mouth and licked them clean.

  "I want your tongue." She gasped.

  Without saying another word she knelt on the bed and straddled me, she looked down at me and edged herself forward until her knees were either side of my head; I had a perfect view of her slit as she slowly lowered herself.

  I could smell her sweet sex, I wanted to taste her. I lifted my head and slowly pushed my tongue into her moist slit. Ginny gasped as I pushed my tongue deep into her. She reached down and spread her lips, my tongue rasped along her spread pussy, tasting her sweet juice, god I was in heaven.

  "Suck my clit." Ginny commanded.

  My tongue snaked up her wet slit to her clit, I kissed her hard clit and then sucked it into my mouth, I felt her tense as I sucked hard on her throbbing clit, I gently started to nibble on her hard clit. While still opening herself with one hand she reached behind and ran a finger along my slit.

  "Jenny, suck my clit, that`s it, suck me, can you feel how wet I am for your tongue."

  I was now biting and sucking her clit harder, feeling her grinding herself onto my face, her fingers rubbing my hot slit, spreading my juice over my mound. She started to pinch and pull on her own nipples. I placed my hands on each side of her pussy and opened her lips; I now started to lap along the full length of her gaping slit, with every lick I darted my tongue into her tight hole.

  Ginny continued to grind her mound onto me, my face slick with her girly juices. She ground harder and harder, my tongue fucking her hole, she writhed on my face until I felt her tense, and then I felt her pussy spasm, her cum flooded into my mouth, I eagerly licked her wetness as she cried out.

  Finally her climax subsided, Ginny lay down beside me, she leant over me and kissed me, tasting herself on my lips. She then started to kiss my neck, small kisses, making my skin tingle, she moved further down, onto the top of my breasts, her breath tickling my highly sensitive nipples. She took one in her mouth, the coldness of her saliva making it harden even more, she sucked on it, and then started to gently bite it, I moaned.

  One of her hands started to paw at my other breast, massaging the flesh, making me squirm with lust; she took that nipple between her fingers and started rub it between them. Her hand then started to move down my body, she ran a finger into my navel and then moved it further down, down towards my aching mound.

  I wanted Ginny to finger me, I needed her to finger me, my wet sex was aching to be touched, to be fingered.

  Ginny continued to move her hand down and I felt her delicate fingers running over my mound, my body twitched, her fingers started to explore my hot, wet pussy, rubbing over my mound and then her fingers gently scratched along my slit, I wanted her fingers in me.

  Her mouth left my nipple and she started to kiss my chest and then my navel, her tongue licking in circles around it, and then I felt her tongue start to move further down. I looked down my body and watched as Ginny ran her tongue down over my mound and then between my legs.

  Ginny moved into a more comfortable position, kneeling between my spread legs, my knees bent. I watched as she buried her head into my aching pussy, involuntarily, I raised myself, wanting to grind my pussy into her eager mouth. I started to moan as I felt her searching tongue start to probe my wet slit.

  Ginny used both hands to open my sex, giving her tongue better access to my wanting hole, she started to dart her tongue quickly in and out of my throbbing, tight pussy hole.

  I reach down with both hands to hold Ginny`s head, to force her deeper into my mound, as I hold her I grind my pussy as hard as I can into her mouth. Ginny rubs at my hard clit, her fingers sliding easily over my cum soaked pussy, I can feel my orgasm approaching, I hold her head forcing her deeper and deeper into me.

  Finally I cum, I can feel my pussy start to spasm, I feel my juice squirt into Ginny`s mouth, god I`ve never cum like this before.

  I finally release my grip on Ginny`s head, she gives me a final lick before looking up at me, her face red from her exertions, her face slick and glistening from my wetness.

  She lies next to me, both of us exhausted, we hold one another close and fall asleep in each other`s arms.

  The End.

  Feeling Dirty

  She didn't want to go to the wedding. She didn't know the bride at all and the fact that she had been in school with the bride's mother did not help the situation. She was 4 days away from her 39th birthday and the more she tried not to think about it, the more nothing else seemed to matter. She spent the afternoon effectively alone. Typically, she did not feel old but somehow watching the young girls dance and frolic and generally throw themselves at the young boys made her heart ache. All she wanted was a man. She was not particular. He needed to have a penis and a set of car keys to get himself home. Was that too much to ask?

  An hour passed. The toast came and went as did a plate of chicken and tasteless gravy. It wasn't until the cake was being cut that she was finally approached. From behind her she heard a voice. She closed her eyes and made a wish. 'A young boy that needed teaching, a divorced dad that needed company.'

  She turned to find a ruddy complexion, grey hair, and a belly that pushed open his suit jacket. He mumbled something about dancing and asked a ridiculous question about her going to school with the bride. She asked if he had a room at the hotel. He said no. She told him to get one.

  His kiss was warm and dry and tasted of bourbon. All the better. He made quick work of undressing to an undershirt and a pair of boxer shorts. It was almost funny, she was in a movie and he was the ridiculous John. She was the desperate hooker pushed to the breaking point. Suddenly, it was better. Somehow it was hotter. She really thought she was being as slutty as she could get, but she was wrong.

  Suddenly she was not scraping the bottom of the barrel. Suddenly she wasn't the desperate old hag bedding the only man that would talk to her. She had been waiting for him to undress her, anticipating old fumbling hands struggling with the buttons running down the front of her dress. Instead she slipped around the bed. She remembered the kitten routine she had played as a girl. She licked her lips. She undid the buttons herself slowly. He hung on every movement.

  She crawled to the end of the bed. She should have been nervous but he looked so ridiculous how could she be? "Do I get to see Mr. Winky?" Did that really come out of her mouth?

  She pulled him to her and pulled down the silly half boxers. Okay, here was a challenge. Sure, she hadn't been with a lot of men, and sure she was no MTV sex goddess but truthfully, was he just not turned on by her. He wasn't uncooked bacon but he was somewhere between hamloaf and wilted vegetables...

  "What's wrong, baby? Doesn't he like me?"

  "Oh.. He likes you! He likes you!" he reached for it himself yanking on it. Jiggling it up and down.

  "Poor Mr. Winky, Do you think
he's like me to suck him."

  "Oh! Yes! Yes he would."

  She slipped his limp member into her mouth. Sucking it, it started to move. She reached around to his ass, it was fat and shapeless. She pinched it and the cock started to come to life. "Oh, there we go. He's so fat! Don't choke me!" she cooed at him. It helped to keep her from laughing.

  She lost herself in the moment. Somehow she let everything slip from her mind. She licked, she sucked. She worked the short fat cock between her lips. It was gross. It was dirty and naughty. She wasn't just "fucking some guy." She was sucking off a stranger. She was a dirty little slut and he was coming.

  "Oh, don't do that." She said and squeezed the small cock.

  He whimpered like a dog.

  "Don't you want to fuck me?" Puppy dog eyes.

  He whimpered again.

  "Do you want to take me from behind? My pussy is sooo wet for you!"

  Again, the whimper, but she pretended she didn't hear. She climbed onto the bed on all fours. "Do you like my ass?" He was rubbing her. She reached between her legs and slid her fingers over herself. She was surprised by how ready she was. She felt him slide a fat finger into her. She took it easily. Such a dirty little slut. His fingers were clumsy but it didn't matter. He poked at her pussy and she buried her face into the bedspread.

  She moaned for him. She coaxed him on. "Oh like that, baby. Make me cum!" and he worked his fingers faster. She thought of how it looked. Her ass in the air, a fat old man stabbing his finger into her. "Oh, fuck that pussy big boy. Fuck me hard!" The dirtier the better. The dirtier she was the closer she was. "Oh give me your cock, fat boy, fill up that wet cunt!" It came quickly. It surprised her. It wasn't earth shattering. Her legs didn't shake but it felt good. "Come on baby, you wanna fuck me, don't you?"

  He felt bigger in her than she expected. He was heavy behind her and as he started to pick up his pace she started to feel it. She was a bad girl and she was getting fucked by a stranger. She felt him slap against her ass. "Oh yeah, do it to me. Do me big boy!"

  She was rocking now. Deeper! She wanted him in her deeper. She could only get so close. Grunting, she begged him. "Harder!"

  She was a dirty whore. "Fuck me!" she was pleading now. She pushed back at him. He was slowing. God damn it! She could hear him gasping for breath. She didn't think about it. She wanted it. She had to come.

  "Get on the bed!" Lying on his back didn't get rid of the immense gut. She straddled him pushing her eyes closed. Somehow she could never be on top without thinking of the word humping. She pushed herself down on him. Please don't give up on me. She pushed her eyes shut and rocked on him. She was so close! It was coming up inside of her. He was grunting. She pressed herself down onto him and she was there. Grinding herself down onto him she thought of popping it clean off inside her. The orgasm hit her like a slap to the back. It was quick but powerful. She waited for an aftershock and rocked back and forth on the fat round man hoping it would come. A moment or two passed and she knew she was done.

  She climbed off the bed. She was all too conscious now of the sight of him. She couldn't help but feel that she had to get away. Nervous, bordering on panic she paced back and forth, finally retreating to the bathroom. She leaned over the counter, the light off, she couldn't really think. Her head was swimming, her legs were numb. She really couldn't feel anything except the warmth in her aching to break loose.

  She touched herself and felt it again, the electric charge running down her back and through her thighs. She slid her finger over herself and found her clit. Firm and raised, begging. She took it in her fingers. Her knees shook and she locked them. She laid her chest down onto the sink, the cold marble pressed to her nipples.

  Roughly. She pinched. She pressed. Her feet cramped and she dug deeper into her clit. She pictured someone behind her; she pictured his cock in her ass. She gasped.

  She tugged.

  She pressed harder.

  She pinched.

  She gasped louder.

  Her orgasm started in her calves, pulled tight. Up her thighs it shot until it seemed to spin in circles through her body, a tremor pulsing through her teased pussy, finally working its way as a warmth that moved slowly up her chest, within her breasts, finishing as a slight blush in her cheeks.

  She flipped on the light. Her hair was a tangled mess. Sweat was beaded on her forehead. She couldn't remember ever looking like this before. So delightfully dirty. What a dirty little slut you are! As she straightened her hair she couldn't help but be slightly confused by how proud she felt at this particular moment. Looking back into the mirror she smiled.

  "Where are you going?" She was truly just curious. He had somehow managed to roll his fat ass out of the bed.

  "I uh... I have to..." Oh, she had no use for bullshit.

  "Nevermind." The room was really quite comfortable. She stepped out onto the small balcony. For the first time in years she really needed a cigarette. Instead she stood in the setting sun, the warmth on her bare chest. He was leaving without even saying anything.

  "Hey! You just walking out?" Not that she wanted him to do anything different, she was just a little pissed that she wasn't the one blowing him off. What kind of slut did he think she was? What if she really was a dirty little hooker? Her heart skipped a beat just at the thought of it. "It's 900. I think you should make it an even grand."

  "Huh?" Oh what a wonderful look. He was positively terrified!

  "Yeah, a grand, big guy. I don't want to have to call my pimp downstairs, he'll be angry at both of us!" Are they really even called pimps?

  "I uh... I uh..." he fumbled into his wallet. Fuck? He was really going to pay her. "I didn't know, I swear. I uh. I have $600" He handed her the money. It was warm. Fuck-ola!

  "Get the fuck out of here." She admired herself in the mirror. She really never had seen her naked body like this. Her shoulders back, her breasts pressed out. Where was her belly? "Make sure the room is paid through tomorrow, asshole!"

  The door slammed.

  She was hungry, a little thirsty, and just a little bit worked up still. She showered and pulled her dress back over her head. She didn't bother with her hair but it was definitely an evening for lipstick.

  The bar wasn't crowded but there were a fair number of people sitting around at tables. She took a spot at the end of the bar. Yes, she had intentionally sat next to the tall man in the sportcoat with the full head of hair. She smiled at him. He smiled back.

  He leaned towards her. Curious she leaned back.

  Quietly he spoke "If you are on the clock I need to let you know I'm a cop."

  Slowly she turned to him, smiling. She lifted the white wine to lips, took a sip. Leaning in closer to him she tipped her hand and let the chilled wine glass empty into his lap.

  "Now that we have that over with, my name is Melody."

  "I am so sorry," his embarrassment evident, he pushed back from the bar as if to get up.

  "Stay, I'm sorry too." She smiled and held his arm. "Besides I need another glass of wine."

  What a dirty slut she was going to be today.

  The End.

  Research Assistant

  "Why did I do this to myself?" I thought, watching her set up in her new cubicle. It was August, the start of a new school year, and she was wearing a tank top and shorts that showed off her best assets; her long, athletic legs, and her tight round ass. I tried not to stare, even though she was facing away from me putting books on the shelves.

  "Why did I choose a research assistant that I'm attracted to?" Isabella had just graduated from Georgia Tech with a PhD in mathematics. She had done well in the interviews for this position, but if I had been hiring purely based off of skill I probably should have chosen Yang, the Chinese man from Stanford.

  "I really appreciate you getting me such prime cubicle real estate," Isabella said, turning around to face me. My eyes snapped up from her ass and I hoped in embarrassment that she didn't notice.

  "It is still a cubicle,"
I laughed softly, smiling at the beautiful woman in front of me. That happened a lot when I was around her; I tended to smile more. I guess it was in the pursuit of happiness that I decided to hire her. That's what I tell myself, at least. "But you're right, having a spot by the window will be really nice. Spring in Boston is especially nice, when all the flowers on the trees are beginning to bloom."

  "Sounds wonderful," she smiled back, turning back around to continue shelving books. God, she was gorgeous. Her parents were from Turkey, but she was born in the US. Her dark brown hair and pale green eyes provided a contrast that made her appearance even more striking, and at times I found myself almost paralyzed in her gaze.

  I knew it was wrong, to be attracted to this woman, and even more wrong to have hired her for that same reason. I was married, to a man that I loved very much, but never in my life had I felt a burning lust like the one I felt for Isabella. It was too exciting, too new, to pass up.

  "I'll let you get settled in then." I walked away, unsure of what else to say, and headed back to my office. Once there, I found myself unable to concentrate on my work. I kept thinking about her, about her legs, her long hair, and her smile. I tried to force these thoughts out of my head, but they were simply too overpowering. Being around her, even for a short period of time, was intoxicating. I looked down and noticed that I had been stroking my own thigh as I was daydreaming, and now I was extremely aroused.

  The image of Isabella, penetrating every thought, clouded my head as I got up to lock my office door. Leaning with my back against the door, I grasped my breast with one hand, massaging myself through my shirt, and unbuttoned my slacks hastily with the other. I could feel my wetness through my underwear, and with her image in my mind, I was already so close to climaxing. I looked down and imagined Isabella's head between my legs, her tongue lapping rapidly. Moaning softly, I leaned my head back against the door and began to touch myself desperately. I imagined her soft, nude body, her long, toned legs, and her dark hair strewn violently across a white bed sheet as I made love to her passionately. It wasn't long before I brought myself to a shattering climax, my hand flying to my mouth to muffle my scream of pleasure.