The Rougher Explicit Collection of Stories Box Set Compilation

by Amira Bradford

  Immediately Charlotte felt Peter's fingers slide out of her opening. His tongue formed lazy patterns around her labia rather than the hard pressure against her clit that she'd adored. She wriggled in an effort to urge Peter to return to his earlier ardour.

  But it was not to be. "It's time for the collar," Vanessa commanded. "Untie her, take the blindfold off and strip her."

  A ripple of unease caused Charlotte to shiver for a second. Strip her? Naked? She was unprepared for this. Her body wasn't what it had been as a young woman. She was aware of her curves and felt self-conscious at being nude in front of these people.

  Caught on the horns of a dilemma, Charlotte called to mind the safe-word again. She dithered, and before she'd managed to form a protest she felt the cords around her wrists slacken. She flexed her fingers and became aware of the ache in her forearms. Charlotte had been straining against the bonds without realising it as Peter had licked her. The discomfort momentarily displaced the anxiety she felt at being stripped bare.

  The blindfold was removed and Charlotte blinked. She looked around the room. The place was sparsely furnished, but what furniture there was, was obviously expensive. Charlotte saw her employee, Vanessa. The woman stared at Charlotte with a supercilious expression on her face -- an arrogant sneer. Charlotte was cowed by the intense, green-eyed gaze and she hurriedly turned her face away to observe Peter. Charlotte gasped when she saw him. He was naked. Peter held what appeared to be a short, leather belt and a chain in one hand; in the other were what were obviously cuffs. It wasn't the sight of the paraphernalia that caused Charlotte's shock, nor was it Peter's heavy-muscled body -- it was the girth of his penis that made her gasp.

  The great thing just ... hung there; a malicious entity, thick and threatening.

  "Fucking huge isn't it?" Vanessa said; her eyes gleamed. "You're going to suck that thing. He's going to stick that monster into your mouth and down your throat ... And you're going to love it."

  The prospect of taking Peter orally frightened Charlotte. It would be impossible to put that ... awful penis into her mouth; she would choke on it! Then, as Peter came towards her, his brutal cock swinging as he walked, Charlotte experienced a surge of elation. She was so aroused; she needed to come, her climax was imperative, and she'd do ... anything to get it.

  "Take off your dress," Vanessa barked. Charlotte's face grew scarlet with embarrassment as she unhooked the eye at the nape of her neck and unzipped the dress. She shuddered and closed her eyes when the garment slid over her body, but she accepted the humiliation gladly if it meant that she was a step closer to orgasm. "Take off your bra, slut!" Charlotte jumped, startled out of her reverie. She hesitated, but then complied. Peter murmured softly in his native tongue when he saw Charlotte's full, heavy breasts swing free. "Put the collar on her. Cuff her wrists!" Peter obeyed instantly. He indicated the string of pearls around Charlotte's neck. Soon after the jewellery was coiled atop Charlotte's discarded dress. "Touch her breasts, Peter. Squeeze them. Suck her nipples."

  Charlotte opened her eyes when Peter's hands closed around her body. The collar felt strange around her neck, so much tighter than the pearls had been, and the chain felt cold as it hung between her breasts, its leather loop hanging just in front of her navel. She gasped again when she saw Peter's cock jerking and stiffening of its own accord. It couldn't possibly grow any bigger! But Charlotte saw it could.

  Peter nuzzled and suckled Charlotte's nipples. He sucked one teat between his teeth and then did the same to its twin. The flesh thickened and grew while the dark saucers of Charlotte's areolae contracted as her excitement heightened. All thoughts of her slight belly and bare bottom were banished as the fire between her legs raged on.

  Vanessa stared at the pair with a hungry expression on her face and a glint of desire in her green eyes. She lifted her tight skirt to her waist, and, being naked beneath, split the folds of her labia with her middle finger. She sighed when her fingers slid over the slick nub of her own engorged clitoris. She tottered momentarily; her own desire and the spiked heels of her mirror-shiny, black shoes nearly caused her to fall. She recovered her balance and allowed herself a few seconds more of self-indulgence before she strode across to Charlotte and Peter. She ordered Peter to cease and then hooked the leather loop between Charlotte's breasts with her fingers.

  Charlotte experienced a fresh burst of fear as she was yanked across the room to a leather chesterfield sofa. The tattered remnant of her knickers slid down her shin and fell to the carpet. Vanessa wrapped several loops of the chain around her fist until Charlotte was on a short leash, and then, with a look of disdain, Vanessa manoeuvred the blonde to her liking. She shoved disdainfully at Charlotte's shoulder; Charlotte fell into the cool embrace of the settee.

  Vanessa released the chain as Charlotte fell backwards. "Julian," she called.

  A tall man entered the room. Charlotte estimated his age at late-twenties and immediately saw a resemblance between the newcomer and Vanessa. Their hair colour was identical; blue-black, but rather than the straight length of Vanessa's, the man's hair was a mass of loose curls. They shared the same angular cheekbones and deep, green eyes. One noticeable difference was their attitude. The man, Julian, Vanessa's brother, didn't share his sister's arrogance; he appeared hesitant -- as though this situation was relatively new to him as well.

  Julian, too, was naked. He had the lean build of a cross-country runner. His legs were long, with strong, well-muscled thighs. His arms were thinner than Peter's but well defined. Julian's cock stood at an undecided half-mast, and, although decently proportioned, wasn't in the same, terrifying league as Peter's.

  Julian eyed the pretty, voluptuous blonde on the settee. Her make-up was a mess, and her hair in disarray. She was older than he by at least ten years, but Julian found her attractive. She was desirable. His cock stiffened a little more at the perversity of the scene his sister had engineered.

  "Give her your cock to suck, Julian," Vanessa ordered. She turned to Peter: "You go over there too. You're going to share that hard-on with the slut."

  Charlotte's stomach lurched when she heard Vanessa's orders. A thrill of the taboo shocked her. Did Vanessa really mean for Peter to suck this man's cock? It wasn't that she objected to having Julian in her mouth -- his cock looked divine -- it was the perversity of sharing it with a man.

  She soon found out.

  Julian offered his penis to Charlotte. The blonde wriggled forwards on the sofa and leaned towards the proffered erection. Her hands, although cuffed at the wrists by wide leather bracelets, held close together with a few links of stout chain, could still be used. She opened her mouth and, with a glance at Vanessa, popped the purple dome between her lips. Julian sighed and pushed his fingers through Charlotte's hair.

  Charlotte warmed to her task. She decided to make a good show of sucking cock in front of Vanessa. Having reconciled herself to her situation and, as a result, recovering some of her confidence, Charlotte felt her competitive edge returning. She slurped at Julian's cock with exaggerated vigour, spitting onto the helmet and rubbing a smear of saliva and Julian's goo around her cheeks.

  It was to be a short-lived experience. Vanessa, with typical assured arrogance, took command. "Peter!" she barked. "On your knees. Show the useless bitch how it's done."

  Charlotte's eyes widened in shock as Peter moved alongside her legs. He pulled Julian's erection to his mouth and took the entire length in one go. The blonde looked up at Julian. The man had a strange expression on his face, as though he wasn't quite sure if he was comfortable with this. Nevertheless, he made no move to stop the Polish man from deep-throating his penis.

  Peter gagged and Julian's length slid from his mouth. Long strands of drool hung from the end of the thing, and the shaft glistened with saliva. Peter immediately licked Julian's penis from tip to balls. He was emitting tiny mewls of pleasure as he tongue slid up and down the other man's dick. Then, as he slowly caressed his own, impressive organ, Peter moved his lips over
the mushroom head and swallowed the length once again.

  Charlotte was shocked. She was disgusted and filled with lust at the same time. How could he do it? How could the man she knew in the business world be this man here? Peter was obviously enjoying what he was doing. And it was obviously something he'd done before -- many times.

  "Now you do it." The order came. Peter, with some reluctance, offered Julian's cock to Charlotte. He held the blonde woman's gaze for a moment. Charlotte hesitated. Instantly, Vanessa was upon her. This time, rather than taking hold of the chain, Vanessa took a handful of Charlotte's hair in a tight fist. Charlotte gasped with pain and shock. Then, before she could even think of using the code, she found Julian's cock-head against her mouth.

  She opened her lips and he was inside her. Coughing and gagging, Charlotte was forced to endure a brief agony. She couldn't breathe, her eyes streamed with tears in reaction to her gag reflex as she tried in vain to cough the invading meat out of her throat. She gasped and spluttered as Vanessa pulled her head back and the cock slid free.

  "No ..." she managed to gurgle. "I—"

  "Use the word, you cunt," Vanessa snarled. "Go on, use it. I want to break you, you stuck-up bitch. Use the fucking word."

  Charlotte's lips formed the first syllable. This was too far. This wasn't fun. With her eyes still streaming she turned to face the domme. Their eyes met. Vanessa's cold look of contempt stopped Charlotte from using the get-out. Anger surged through her. The young woman thought she'd won. Charlotte could see the triumph on the girl's face. "Fuck you," she snapped.

  "You. Don't. Speak." Vanessa grabbed the chain and pulled hard. Her face went close to Charlotte's. "You speak only to use the word ... Otherwise ..." Her eyes bored into Charlotte's. "...You do as I tell you."

  Time hung. The scene played out over three heartbeats. Julian stared at his sister; he wasn't experienced enough to understand what was going on.

  Peter immediately grasped the situation - a power struggle. He thought that Charlotte would crumble. Vanessa was too used to this, Charlotte was fresh to it.

  If he were a betting man ... he would have lost.

  Charlotte glared back at the devil-woman. She panted and her eyes still watered. There was drool spattered on her breasts, but, she rationalised, if she surrendered -- if she ran away, then Vanessa would win. The only way she could walk away with any pride, was in paradoxical submission.

  Charlotte lowered her gaze.

  "His cock next." Vanessa gestured towards Peter.

  Peter grinned and stroked his flagging cock back to stiffness. He grabbed Charlotte's hair -- not as harshly as Vanessa, but hard enough for Charlotte to yelp. He swung the woman's head so she was facing him, and he noticed with a thrill of delight that her heavy breasts jiggled and swayed. He was going to enjoy this. He'd always desired Charlotte. He would have made a play for her sooner if he'd known she'd be so malleable.

  "Fuck her mouth, Peter," Vanessa urged. "Teach the bitch a lesson -- Choke her with that thing."

  Charlotte opened her mouth as wide as she could manage. Peter introduced the dreadful, blunt end to her lips. He pushed his cock at her and used his other hand to hold her head still. The woman struggled to accommodate the girth. Her jaw began to ache -- it was impossible. Then, the ridged head moved into her mouth; Charlotte felt the thing on her tongue. More meat slid between her stretched lips. Charlotte snorted breath through her nose desperately. She wriggled on the leather seat.

  "Hold her cuffs, Julian," Vanessa commanded. "Make sure she can't use her hands."

  Julian looked at his sister. He'd been staring in morbid fascination at Charlotte's face. The woman looked like a snake swallowing a goat. Her mouth couldn't possibly be stretching to take Peter's huge cock ... But it was. "What?" he blurted.

  "Her hands, you idiot! Hold her hands still."

  Peter pushed a couple more inches into Charlotte's mouth. Then, when he judged she was on the edge, he pulled out.

  Charlotte gagged and coughed. A great drool of saliva gushed down her chin; a thread of the stuff connected her to Peter's cock -- an obscene strand that swung heavily between them until it finally snapped. Charlotte coughed again uncontrollably, and, at the same time, tried to take great lungfuls of sweet air. Nevertheless, despite her suffering, Charlotte was thrilled to notice the tide mark on Peter's shaft that marked the point at which she'd accommodated him.

  She could do this! She began to grow aroused again. The flaming desire inside her had cooled since she'd fellated Julian in a more traditional fashion. Now, the itching burn between her legs was rekindled.

  Unknowingly, Vanessa played into Charlotte's hands. "Fuck her now, Peter. Stretch her cunt. Turn her inside out while Julian fucks her mouth."

  Vanessa had shrugged off the dark suit jacket and had unbuttoned the plain, white blouse she'd worn underneath. Her skirt was still hiked up around her hips; she was dying to rub herself, but she denied herself the pleasure. The slut could lick her later. Vanessa smirked at the thought of her employer licking her twat.

  Peter pushed Charlotte into a reclining position on the sofa. To his surprise the woman willingly opened her legs. He looked down and saw the reason for her eagerness. Her sex was gaping. Charlotte's labia hung heavy and pouting. There was a smear against the leather where Charlotte's lust had dribbled from her body. Peter growled, lifted Charlotte's manacled wrists above her head, and butted the head of his cock against her opening. He pushed, there was a slight resistance at first, but then, to his surprise, he slid inside her body.

  Vanessa watched, wide-eyed and expectant when Peter knelt between Charlotte's thighs. She anticipated a squeal of reluctance -- which never came. Instead, she saw Peter's girth stretch Charlotte open, but was surprised by the ease in which the blonde accommodated the thick cock.

  Peter's balls slapped against Charlotte's body. She smiled in triumph. The thing felt huge inside her, it was easily the largest she'd ever taken, but she was so aroused, so wet ... Her body had opened up and accepted the invader. Charlotte began to move her hips.

  Vanessa changed her mind about her brother's role. The idiot was just gawping anyway. She clambered onto the settee and settled herself above Charlotte's face. The bitch had her eyes closed. And she was even smiling! She was enjoying herself. Fuck! "Lick me, bitch," Vanessa ordered. "Suck my cunt."

  Charlotte obeyed instantly.

  "You slut," Vanessa crowed. "You're fucking that big cock and licking my twat. What a whore!" Vanessa forced her gooey opening against Charlotte's mouth. Lust trickled from the black-haired woman's body as she slid her clitoris over the end of Charlotte's nose.

  Charlotte, aroused to a fever pitch by the torrent of obscenity that poured from Vanessa's mouth, not to mention being stretched to bursting by Peter's cock, actually felt her climax begin to bubble.

  Julian stood by and watched. He stroked his cock as his eyes flicked from the sight of Peter's dick which, on the outstroke, seemed to be about to turn Charlotte's vagina inside out. The purple skin was so taut and unyielding it bulged around the circumference of Peter's shaft. He saw his sister's face twisted in a rictus of lust as she ground her pubis against the blonde's mouth. Charlotte seemed to be coping well enough with this double onslaught, and Julian groaned at the sight of the woman's heavy breasts as they jiggled and wobbled to Peter's urgent, stabbing thrusts.

  In the midst of her pleasure, Vanessa happened to glance at Peter. She saw by his face that he was close to coming. "No!" she called. "Don't Peter. Don't you come in that bitch." She lunged for the man.

  Charlotte lay panting on the settee. Vanessa had managed to haul Peter off her before he came. Unfortunately for Charlotte, she too had still to reach her peak. She'd been so close too. She reached her hands between her legs. Her fingers found her sodden hole.

  Vanessa heard the metallic clicking of the short linkage of Charlotte's manacles. "Oh no you don't!" she called and turned to her brother who was still yanking his stiff cock. "Hold her hands awa
y from her cunt. Stop her playing with herself."

  "Fuck me," Charlotte whispered as Julian yanked at her cuffs. "Put your cock in there. Fuck me. I want you to do it."

  Julian gulped and stole a glance at his sister. She was occupied with some kind of belt; Vanessa was fastening some contraption to herself. He turned back to Charlotte. He groaned at the sight of her, wanton and desirable as she lay with her legs splayed; her sex an invitation. Charlotte shuffled on the leather. She forced her legs wider apart. Julian moved quickly. He hauled Charlotte to a sitting position. Then, he made a circular motion with his index finger. Charlotte stared at him for a moment, and then realisation dawned. She knelt on the sofa and rested her elbows on the low armrest. She pushed her backside high and lowered her torso until her rear was offered to her handsome lover.

  "Fuck," Charlotte whispered as Julian sank balls deep into her body.

  "Shit," Vanessa cursed when she heard Charlotte's voice. She glared at her treacherous brother as he began grunt and sigh in time with his rapid thrusting. Vanessa heard the squelching slide of Charlotte's body accepting her brother's cock. That sound and the maddening slap, slap, slap of their coupling angered her. She turned to Peter. The thick, rubber cock strapped to her body glistened with lube and waggled with her movements.

  Peter smirked. He knew what was to come. He welcomed it. Without waiting for any instruction he moved close to where Charlotte and Julian were fucking. He knelt so that his face was inches from Charlotte's. The blonde looked at him through eyes heavy-lidded with lust. He kissed her. He held her cheeks in his palms and forced his tongue into her mouth. Charlotte accepted him willingly.

  Vanessa moved to a point behind Peter. She saw the mature woman and the Polish pig kissing. Another flash of anger burst through her. "You bastard," she murmured. "You and that whore and my cunt of a brother ..."

  Peter gasped into Charlotte's open mouth as Vanessa forced the rubber cock into his anus. His sphincter rebelled at first, it tightened against the smooth, round tip as Vanessa pushed roughly, but eventually, the brute force of Vanessa's will defeated Peter's fragile body. The membrane opened and the inches slid into Peter's dirty-hole.