The Rougher Explicit Collection of Stories Box Set Compilation

by Amira Bradford

  She turns him face down on the bed, ties his hands above his head and spreads his ass open. She takes her tongue and places it on his asshole. Moves it up and down. It and out.She feels him wince as she places the tip of the dildo on it. She laughs as his fingers tighten around the sheet and she begins to force her way in. She isn't gentle. Even when he bites down. Even when she pushes his head down into the mattress to lessen the sound of his cries. The small dildo gets swapped for the big one and now she spares him nothing. Deeper and deeper she dives into him. Her hands claw his back. Slap him. He begs her to stop but she rides him until she is covered in sweat. Rides him until she has had her fill and he can do nothing to stop her.

  Tonight, he is her bitch.

  Tonight, there is no choice but to follow the instructions.

  The End.

  Office Whore

  I sat staring out the window while drumming my fingers on the desk. I had finished typing up all of the reports and entering all of the data as had been assigned to me. It was then that I noticed the window ledges and the bookshelf were dusty so I rose from my chair to clean them. As I tidied up the place I thought back to my initial interview.

  "Tell me about yourself." It was the standard first and boring question. I reviewed my qualifications; they reviewed the job responsibilities. It was pretty cut and dry. Then the man who would be my boss concluded by asking me why he should hire me. Without saying a word I dropped to my knees and moved between his legs. As I did, he unzipped his pants. I began by licking his thick cock before taking it completely into my mouth. I had already been hired. The interview was a formality...and basically a role play.

  I had arrived to my first day at work dressed to play the part. I wore a loose fit but extremely short black skirt; panty-less underneath. My legs adorned thigh-high stockings which rose to just below the hem of my skirt; on my feet, 5-inch black stilettos. My blouse was a white, a semi-shear button down, fastened only half-way up in order to show my cleavage. But I wore no bra underneath so my nipples were noticeable as well. It was a private office of only six gentlemen and myself. They did their business by phone and elsewhere so there would never be a client present to witness my wardrobe.

  The first day I was there I was greeted with some apprehension and perhaps intimidation. The men were anxious like excited children but reluctant to take full advantage of my position. Within the next few weeks however, everyone would get more comfortable with the situation.

  It started with little comments about my tits and ass. Then they got a little bolder, brushing up against me in the break room rubbing the bulges in their pants against me. They started a little game of dropping things in the hallway. They'd ask me to "get that" which I would do with a smile as I turned and bent exposing everything beneath my skirt which of course was without panties. I did some menial office tasks such as filing, data entry and the typing of reports. But mostly I had been hired as entertainment and as decoration. I was there as a voluntary sex-object for them to playfully harass. I was there to make the work environment more fun and I enjoyed it.

  I would receive either a call or an email requesting my presence and promptly rise from my seat and proceeded to the appropriate office. After some time it got to be that I knew which services were desired and performed my job without instruction. Yesterday I received two such service requests.

  The first came early. I had barely situated myself at my desk when the call came to report to the Vice President's office. I entered the room to find him seated on the leather sofa to the left of the room. He was on the phone but motioned for me to come to him. His belt and pants were already undone. I sat to his right and slid my hand inside his pants and onto his hard cock which I playfully stroked before pulling it out. When he finished his call I moved to kneeling between his knees and took him into my mouth. I sucked his dick for maybe two minutes before he came. Once finished, he zippered up and returned to his desk. I left the room, no words exchanged.

  After lunch I received an email from another associate. This one would be fun. I walked into his office. I giant smile crossed his face as he slid back from his desk in his chair. I stepped in front of him, facing the desk and bent over. With my legs spread wide and my ass in the air he slid his firm hands up my legs, under my short skirt and onto my ass. Then he dove in. This guy ate pussy like it was his job! I had to cum twice, preferably three times before he'd be satisfied enough to let me leave. And that's all he ever wanted. I was the dessert to his lunch.

  Today we had guests in from out of town that would be attending our weekly staff meeting. The staff meetings were always fun because at their completion I would always strip for the team and perform lap dances for those that requested. It was great fun and the guys would actually tip me which was on top of my regular salary. Our out of town guests were pleasantly surprised by this routine. There were three of them. Two were very attractive guys, I'd say in their late 20s. The third was a gentleman closer to my father's age. When the show was finished, my boss called me into his office for some additional instruction regarding our guests. While he explained the plan to me his hand slid up my skirt and he rubbed my wet pussy. I was sitting on his lap. We finished our discussion as he fingered me. Before I was allowed to leave he pushed those two wet fingers into my mouth and made me lick them clean. Secretly, I really loved that!

  The evening came and I arrived at the hotel in which our guests were staying. Before getting out of my car I looked into my purse for the three room keys I had been handed earlier. I was nervous about the older gentleman. I knew that he was married and I strictly did NOT do married men. But my boss had told me not to worry about it and that they guy knew. I wasn't sure what that meant but figured I could always leave if I had to. Regardless, I would save that one for last. I was much more enthusiastic about the other two.

  First I went to room 585 and then to 610. They were both fun but I spent a little more time with the second guy. After I finished with the first one and exited his room I felt dirty but excited. I went down to the bar and had a drink before getting back into the elevator and pressing, "6". When the second guy answered my knock I was excited again as I entered the room. He fucked me hard twice. By comparison, the first guy although enthusiastic had been a bit shy. It had made me feel like such a good slut to fuck them like that, one after another going from one room to the next.

  But I left the second room knowing I had one more room to visit and that one made me nervous. I knocked on that final door with butterflies in my stomach. The man from the meeting answered, smiled and welcomed me inside. My nerves were instantly soothed as I stepped into the room and was introduced to his wife who was sitting on the bed. She was a beautiful woman, probably about my age in fact. Her red hair fell in large, soft curls just past her shoulders. She wore a blue and white chemise with lace trim which complimented her curvaceous figure.

  "I'm just going to sit here and watch," the man said with a smile as he took a seat at the send of the bed. My nervousness was replaced with excitement as I stripped myself of my clothing before crawling onto the bed to join his wife. I buried my face between her legs and drank from her pussy while he sipped his mixed drink. She was lovely. I kissed her entire body and he jerked off while watching us play.

  The next day at work my email in-box was full of thank you emails from our visitors. In classic style the two younger guys included several dick pics with their emails. The older gentleman sent me a gorgeous, erotic photo of his tasty little wife. That was one that I would view while discreetly fingering myself at my desk during the weeks to come.

  The End.

  Surrogate

  Marvin Pellingham knew that he had made the right choice when he saw the first client that walked through the door to the consulting room.

  He had lied through his teeth on the job application, about his experience, his length, his age, everything. But who believed that 20-year-old male virgins would exist in this day and age?

  Not Dr. Susan Huttenlocker
, thank God. Marvin forced himself to shift his gaze momentarily from the client to Dr. Huttenlocker's magnificent thirty-year-old breasts. But only momentarily. His eyes were immediately drawn back to the client. She was a timid, withdrawn, mousy woman of about 25. She seemed to be even more nervous than he was. Her eyes were dark pools of anxiety, windows on a universe of pain. Marvin found himself immediately drawn to her. She walked over to the chair by Dr. Huttenlocker's desk and sat down.

  "Cynthia, I would like you to meet Marvin," Dr. Huttenlocker said. "Do you remember that last time we talked about using a sexual surrogate? That's what Marvin is here for. He is very experienced, has worked at the Keiser Institute in Chicago and the Kundalini Center in Big Sur, California. I'm sure he will make you feel safe, won't you, Marvin?"

  Marvin nodded and gulped. He had kind of made up the part about the Keiser Institute and the Kundalini Center on his resume. In fact, when he first saw Dr. Huttenlocker's want ad in the Free Press, he wasn't even sure what a sexual surrogate was. It sure did have a nice ring to it, though. Sounded like a very good job indeed. Marvin had immediately looked up the term in the dictionary. He had gotten the names of the Keiser Institute and the Kundalini Center through a quick internet search.

  He hoped he was going to be able to pull this off. He really needed this job.

  "You can touch Marvin, Cynthia. You can touch him anywhere. And he won't hurt you. He is not like your father. Marvin will not even move if you don't ask him to," Dr. Huttenlocker said in a soft soothing voice.

  "Go ahead, touch him. Touch him there, Cynthia. You don't even have to open his pants if you don't want to.

  "Go ahead, get closer to him."

  Cynthia got up from her chair and began walking toward Marvin. Her moist eyes darted about nervously and glanced back at Dr Huttenlocker seeking relief.

  "You're almost there, Cynthia. Go ahead and touch him. You can do it. He won't even move. Will you Marvin?

  "Just lean back in your chair, Marvin, and let her touch you. Do not even move."

  Marvin leaned back in the easy chair as Cynthia began to approach him. Her hand reached out tentatively, trembling. She was actually going to do it. She was going to touch Marvin where no woman had ever touched Marvin before. And he was actually going to get paid for it. Marvin's heart began to race faster. He felt himself grow hard as Cynthia's hand came closer to his trousers.

  "Go ahead and do it, Cynthia. It is the only way to overcome your fear. Marvin won't bite. He won't do anything we don't tell him to do. You are perfectly safe here. Just reach out and touch him."

  Cynthia hesitated, then reached out to place her fingertips lightly on Marvin's by-now-throbbing penis. Her touch felt electric, even though two layers of fabric separated his skin from Cynthia's trembling fingers.

  "That's not a touch," Dr. Huttenlocker exclaimed, rising from her desk. She stretched her athletic body, displaying her magnificent breasts to even greater advantage, and then walked over to Marvin's chair. Marvin inhaled the subtle aroma of her perfume. It was even more enticing than yesterday's.

  "This is a touch," she said, gently rubbing her hand up and down Marvin's straining shaft. She briefly held Marvin's aching balls before tracing her hand upwards again and wrapping the finger firmly around Marvin's rock-hard shaft, squeezing it firmly.

  "That's what I call a touch. Now you try it, Cynthia. Go ahead, you can do it. I have faith in you."

  Cynthia looked at Dr. Huttenlocker with those deep dark eyes, gulped, nodded, and reached out to grip Marvin's tool firmly in her hand.

  She was definitely getting the hang of it.

  She even reached down to briefly cup Marvin's aching balls through his pants. Cynthia was surely giving it the old college try, Marvin thought.

  "Now I want you to take him out," Dr. Huttenlocker told Cynthia, her bright blue eyes sparkling at her pupil's success. "Go ahead, unzip him."

  A trace of fear showed through Cynthia's dark eyes as she tentatively reached out for the handle on Marvin's zipper. She began to gently tug it down, and Marvin found himself arching his back to afford her a straighter path down his crotch.

  Cynthia managed to get the zipper all the way down without even a trace of a panic attack.

  "Now I want you to take him out, Cynthia. Go ahead. Just relax. You can do this. Just take him out."

  Cynthia ran her tongue across her lips as she pulled Marvin's jockey shorts down, exposing the tip of his shaft. The lip licking appeared to be more a nervous attempt to moisten her dry lips than the result of lustful thoughts aroused by holding Marvin's engorged member.

  "Touch him, Cynthia. Touch his bare skin."

  Cynthia reached out and touched the bare skin of Marvin's penis. He felt an electric charge go through his body as her long fingernails briefly traced their way around the hood of his shaft.

  "That's not taking him out, Cynthia. This is taking him out," Dr. Huttenlocker said, as she yanked Marvin's jockey shorts down further, exposing the full length of his shaft and his balls.

  "Isn't he beautiful, Cynthia? Go ahead, touch all of him."

  The fear was even more evident in Cynthia's eyes, which were now partially hidden by her wild black hair. Nevertheless, she reached out to trace her fingers all the down Marvin's shaft and over his now-aching balls."

  "Good, Cynthia. Very good. That wasn't so hard was it?" Dr. Huttenlocker asked. "Now I want you to undress him."

  Now Cynthia's eyes grew wide with fear, and she began to shake her head back and forth.

  "You can do it Cynthia. Look how far you have come. I will help you. Stand up, Marvin."

  Marvin stood up at best he could with his jockey shorts pulled halfway down his thighs and his organ jutting out like an artillery gun at full salute.

  Dr. Huttenlocker came around behind him, and he could feel her pubis against his naked buttocks and her firm breasts pressed tightly against his back as she reached around to unbutton his shirt.

  He swore he could feel her tongue on the nape of his neck right before she removed the shirt and pulled his tee shirt over his head. She ran her fingers briefly over the massive muscles of his back before giving him a congratulatory rub of the shoulders.

  Cynthia was shrinking away from him, so Dr. Huttenlocker said, "I will make it easy for you, Cynthia. I will strap him to the chair so that he cannot move. He can't hurt you if he is strapped to a chair, now can he, Cynthia?"

  Cynthia nodded, so Dr. Huttenlocker whispered softly, "Just sit down in the leather chair and relax, Marvin."

  Marvin did as he was told. The leather felt cold against his naked ass and back. Dr. Huttenlocker placed each of his arms on the armrest of the chair and tightened the leather straps around his wrists. Then she tightened another leather band around his chest. Marvin was now strapped in the chair, unable to move anything except his legs.

  "Isn't he beautiful, Cynthia? Don't you want to feel his chest?"

  Dr. Huttenlocker placed Cynthia's trembling hand on Marvin's chest and slowly moved it over his naked pectoral muscles and abdomen.

  "Isn't the male body beautiful, Cynthia, when it is well taken care of?"

  Dr. Huttenlocker removed her hand from Cynthia's wrist, and the shy young woman continued to move her hand up and down Marvin's naked torso, all the while staring into his eyes with her own dark orbs. She seemed to sense Marvin's own fear and smiled at him.

  "I want you to take off his shoes and socks now, Cynthia. You can do it. He can't hurt you now."

  Cynthia seemed to need no coaxing and quickly bent to untie Marvin's shoes and peel his sock off his feet.

  "Now I want you to pull his pants off him, Cynthia."

  Again, the girl needed no further coaxing. She grabbed Marvin's jockey shorts and jeans and pulled them down his thighs, her face coming within inches of Marvin's rigid tool. He could feel her breath on his shaft as she yanked his trousers off of him. He arched himself upward to help her, his member nearly brushing her cheek as she pulled the pants down his calve
s and over his ankles.

  Now Marvin was fully naked, strapped helpless in the chair, both excited and anxious to see what would come next.

  "Why don't you show yourself to Marvin, Cynthia?"

  The timid girl shook her head vigorously and seemed to withdraw.

  "You have to get over your fears, Cynthia. You have to be able to show your body to a man. Marvin can't hurt you. You are perfectly safe. Are you embarrassed in front of me? Here, let me help you," Dr Huttenlocker said, as she slowly began to unbutton the front of her own dress.

  "I will show you that you do not need to be afraid to be naked in front of a man. Also, if I am naked, you will feel less uncomfortable being naked in front of me."

  Dr. Huttenlocker stepped out of her high heel shoes and let her dress and slip fall to the floor around her. Now she was wearing nothing but matching black bra and panties.

  Marvin made a wild guess that Dr Huttenlocker did most of her shopping at Victoria's Secret.

  The bra and panties soon joined the dress and slip on the floor next to Dr. Huttenlocker's shoes. Marvin could see quite clearly now that Dr. Huttenlocker was a natural blonde.

  "See Cynthia, I am not afraid to stand naked before Marvin. I know he will not hurt me. Cannot hurt me. Now you try."

  Cynthia shook her head. So Dr Huttenlocker said, "How about just your top, Cythnia? I know you feel about down there. You don't have to do anything about down there today. We have time. All the time in the world. But at least take off your top today. Make a first step."

  Cynthia gulped, nodded, then pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She was wearing a simple tan bra underneath.