The Rougher Explicit Collection of Stories Box Set Compilation

by Amira Bradford

  "I guess, I mean, I just never thought...."

  "That's why this is dangerous. It's a case of maternal erotic transference. I have all these protective feelings, and sexual ones at the same time. And young men can easily see their therapists as mother figures. I've taken care of your emotional needs – it's natural to develop an attachment."

  I shiver as she cleans off the tip of my softened member. I understand what she means, but I don't want to. I hold her against me. "But why does it have to be so complicated? If we have these feelings...."

  She smiles. "Complicated – I'm a psychiatrist, Nate. What did you expect?"

  "I, I do love you, though, Nell." Although she had figured that out, saying that for myself feels liberating.

  She puts her arms around my back, pulling me closer so that my head rests on her shoulder again. "That's the problem. All these different feelings mixing together. It's really dangerous." I wish she would stop using that word. "It's going to become something Oedipal. Something that's not healthy for you. And I'm a married woman, Nate."

  I pull the tie from her hair, causing her bun to fall apart. Her dark auburn locks splash over her back. I grab a clump and hold it to my face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

  "No, I should be sorry. I'm the one who's supposed to know what to do here." I feel a droplet hit my shoulder. She sniffs. "But you've got me so confused. We made so much progress. I got you to come to the class and help you face your fear. But what I did went too far. Now I'm afraid that I've hurt you – that I've trapped you. You can open yourself, sexually, around me, and that's helping you open up more than anything else has so far. But in the end it's going to hurt both of us. There's my husband, and I need to maintain a professional–"

  It's Nell's turn to pour herself out to me and I can't listen. I feel bad about it, but all I can do is run my fingers through her hair. All I can think about is how good it feels to hold her. All I can feel is her bare skin against mine. Lust returns to my loins and my member starts crawling up her stomach again. Our worries seem meaningless.

  I interrupt her stream of words. "Do you think we might be able to do it again? Just one more time?"

  "What?"

  "You know." I kiss her neck while I shift my hips back and forth a little.

  "Oh, Nate. I don't think this can happen. I don't know what to do. I think we have to stop seeing each other."

  "Nell?"

  "I don't think we – I don't think I can work through this. Look, I'll recommend you another therapist. And you can write to me if you want to, but I don't think we should see each other for a while."

  "But Nell..." I couldn't accept that I had lost her. The woman I had given all my troubles to. The woman who had put me in a situation that scared me to hell and made me like it. The woman who I had let touch me for the first time. "Please don't do this."

  "This is what I was afraid of, Nate."

  "Maybe just a little more time together." I press my hips against her. My hands run down her back, finding her ass once again. My erection pokes her stomach.

  "Nate!" She broke my hold and pushed me back. Seeing what I had just done, I realize she's right. "I'm going to go back to the locker room and get my purse. I'll give you the name of another therapist. And from now on, I want you to try to think of Bijou. I want you to have a healthy relationship. Please, be brave and ask her out, and try to forget about me."

  Her eyes look as watery as mine feel. Her glasses are fogged up. I nod. She hugs me and gives me one last peck on the cheek. "I'm sorry."

  ---

  I sit in my room, looking at the canvas Nell had used. It shows that same crudeness as her portrait of Bijou. Even more so because I'm sitting on a stool, completely nude, displaying a prominent erection that has little white dribbles on it. I open the paper with a psychiatrist's name written on it, then crumple it and throw it against the wall.

  The End.

  Emma’s Rules

  I looked up at Emma's beautiful body, marveling at its perfection. She is athletic and toned with pert B-cup breasts which were quivering. Her face is heart-shaped and crowned with thick ash-blond hair cut to a medium length. Her eyes were closed, and her pink lipped mouth was open. I let my gaze travel down her smooth creamy flesh noting the trimmed line of her pubic hair. God I was going to miss her!

  My cock was thick and hard inside her, as I lay on my back. She paused and opened her eyes, looking down at me.

  'John, I gotta say something.'

  'Okay, but quick or I'll come!'

  'You can slow down.'

  'I'll try.'

  'You must promise me, that while I'm away...'

  'Yes?' Just then I would promise her anything.

  'While I'm away, you wont bring any other girls home!'

  'Oh. Okay.'

  'And your cock isn't allowed into any other pussy!'

  'Okay.'

  'You must promise!'

  'Okay, I promise!'

  'And you must be nice to my mum!'

  'Okay, whatever you want.'

  She leaned down and gave me a big passionate kiss.

  'Now fuck me!'

  With that she began riding me, moving up and down my cock, and gasping. Her eyes were closed again, as I pushed hard into her.

  'Oh, oh, oh... that's good...oh oh!'

  It was a really nice hard fuck, it felt like it could go on forever. I am not sure how many times Emma came, but my last was a glorious explosion.

  At last we lay back entwined together, falling into sleep.

  * * * * * * *

  Emma and I are both research students, at the local university. Well it is her local, but it is far away from my parents' home. She and I are both 23 years old. Since we became an item I have moved in with her. As she lives at home, that means sharing the house with her mum. It is great for me because not only do I get to be with Emma, but also it is rent-free.

  The problem arose when Emma was given this fabulous opportunity to spend 6 months doing her research at another university. All expenses paid. The trouble was it was in Australia, the other side of the world! Well she could hardly refuse it.

  Emma's mum Jane and I had returned from seeing Emma off at the airport. It was quite an emotional business. We had traveled in Jane's Mercedes. She is a wealthy widow, and her house is large and well appointed. Emma's dad had died suddenly 4 years ago, and it had taken them a while to get over it.

  Jane looks a lot like Emma. She has the same thick ash blond hair, although hers is if anything more luxuriant than her daughter's. She is slim and elegant with delicate wrists and ankles. Her face is perfectly symmetrical, with a demure mouth and a twinkle in her eyes. At 42 she looks at least 10 years younger, as she takes care to stay healthy, fit and trim.

  Although we got on perfectly well together it was not clear that I was going to be able to stay on the same rent-free basis if I wasn't there to be with Emma. It was tricky. I resolved to be as nice as possible and to make myself useful, by helping all I could. I would see if I could make myself indispensable!

  My first effort in that direction was to offer to help with the grocery-shopping trip planned for that afternoon. So I accompanied Jane to the supermarket, carried stuff, wheeled the trolley and loaded the car. She seemed to like having me in tow, and at her beck and call.

  Before returning we stopped off at a coffee shop for cappuccinos. Jane was wearing an elegant floral dress, with a kind of Audrey Hepburn line to it. She looked quite classy.

  'Well John,' said Jane, 'what are we going to do with you? I suppose you'd like to stay on until Emma returns.'

  'Well, yes I would, if that is possible.'

  Jane was about to reply when a figure loomed behind her and spoke to me. It was a guy I worked with at the university.

  'Hey man, how's it going?'

  'Oh it's okay.. eh good really.'

  'Sorry to hear that Emma has gone. Still Australia- hey it's a great opportunity.'

  'Yeah, it is.'

>   'And who is this? Let me guess. Oh I can see now. It is Emma's sister. Didn't know she had a sister.'

  'Well actually, it's...'

  'Got to rush man. See you back at work.' And he left in a flurry.

  I smiled wanly at Jane.

  'Sorry about that! He's a bit uncouth!'

  She smiled.

  'Well its nice to be mistaken for Emma's sister. At my age you need complements like that.'

  'I am sure you must get them all the time.'

  She smiled again. I think she liked being flattered. It had certainly put her in a better mood.

  'We were talking about you, and if you were going to stay on.'

  'Yes, I'm happy to contribute, you know, around the house and stuff.'

  'I could certainly do with some help. I'll give it some thought.'

  'Thank you.'

  'Don't thank me to soon! You haven't heard what I'm going to require from you.' She smiled to herself rubbing her hands together, the prospect seemed to amuse her.

  As she drove us home she was humming to herself and was obviously much happier than she had been earlier in the day. I unloaded the groceries for her when we arrived, musing over her remarks. She employed a cleaner so it wasn't basic housework she was expecting. I wondered what she was going to require of me.

  I found out a bit more later that day. She announced that she was going out for the evening. I was to clear up the kitchen. And there was a basket of laundry to be sorted through. Some stuff was mine, some was Emma's and some was hers. She thought I knew were everything was kept, so I should have no difficulty in putting it away.

  Well, I suppose clearing the dishes in the kitchen was the kind of thing I had expected. But putting away the laundry was not what I had anticipated. Nonetheless I got on with it. I put the clothing into three piles, and then did the easy stuff first. I knew where all mine went and I had a pretty good idea about Emma's. The remainder had to be Jane's.

  I took it into her bedroom. It is a stylish and well appointed room with a large bed, a dressing table, a desk and an armchair, not to mention a luxurious en-suite bathroom. And of course there were closets and chests of drawers to put things away in. A lot of her stuff was unremarkable and easy to locate- hanging up skirts and dresses and so forth. But her underwear gave me pause for thought. It was variously colored, a lot of it black or plum colored, and frilly or lacey. There were half cup bras, and high leg knickers. And there were thongs! As I imagined her wearing them she began to seem like one very sexy lady!

  Of course once I had put them away I had no excuse for looking through other drawers. But I thought what the hell I'm here on my own and curious, so it would do no harm to just have a quick look. So I did.

  Well in one drawer I found basques, suspenders belts and teddies, all black or plum colored. And in another there were sex toys- vibrators, a rabbit and what I imagined was a butt-plug! And a horse crop! Wow.

  I thought I had better stop, as I was becoming quite aroused by what I was imagining Jane's doing. But I did have a look in the desk drawer. There was a photography album, with pictures of Jane, mostly conventional ones of holidays and so forth. But I had just found ones of Jane in a skimpy bikini, when I heard the door opening. A quick glimpse was all I needed to see what a beautiful sexy lady she is. I put it away quickly, and scampered down stairs.

  Jane was in the hallway, hanging up her jacket. She was wearing a black blouse and a tight black skirt which came to mid-thigh. Her legs were covered by flesh colored stockings and she had on black high heels.

  "Hi Jane,' I said cheerily, 'pleasant evening?'

  "Yeah it was okay. Saw some good friends.'

  'Can I get you anything?'

  'Hmm, a whisky would be good.'

  'Okay.'

  'Bring the decanter, and a glass for yourself too. I shall be in the sitting room.'

  'Water, or soda?"

  'No, neat is best!'

  She was lounging on the settee, as I put the glasses on the coffee table and poured out our drinks. Her skirt rode up. She has sexy legs!

  She took a reasonable swallow from her glass, drinking half of it. Then she reached for her bag and took out a pack of cigarettes. She lit one for herself and offered them to me.

  'No thanks.'

  'You don't smoke?'

  'Only very occasionally.'

  'Hardly anyone does these days. And when I am driving I can hardly have more than one drink.'

  She looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

  'What I need is a chauffer, someone to do the driving. You could do that John. What do you think?'

  I took a drink. Her glass was empty, so I re-filled it.

  'Yeah, I'll do that. I am at your command.'

  'Yes, you are that. Mine to command!' She smiled to herself. 'What else could I get you to do?' She blew cigarette smoke out from her sensual lips.

  'Whatever you want.'

  'Anything?'

  'You're in charge.'

  She stubbed out her cigarette, and took another swallow of whisky.

  'Do you think smoking leaves a taste in your mouth?'

  'I suppose so.'

  'Well I need to check it out.'

  'Okay.'

  'Come here and tell me.'

  I went and sat down beside her.

  'Now kiss me!'

  I gave her a demure peck on the lips. She looked at me obviously exasperated.

  'No, not like that.' With that she held my head and administered a deep kiss with lots of tongue, pressing our faces together. It was very arousing.

  'Well? Could you taste cigarettes?'

  'Yes, a bit. It was good. Any way I am not sure how you taste without ciggies.'

  'We shall have to carry out further experiments.' With that she kissed me again. And then she did it some more. Her hand brushed the front of my trousers where my erection was pushing.

  'Are you getting turned on?' She took another drink.

  'Yes.'

  'Good. Well you just remember who is in charge.'

  'Yes.' I was confused. This was all quite unexpected. Then suddenly her demeanor changed and she sat back.

  'We must talk about my dear daughter.'

  'I suppose we should.'

  'What did Emma say to you before she went? She told me she had you make certain promises?'

  'Yes, she did.'

  'Well come on. Give. Tell me what she said.' She took another drink, and I gulped mine.

  'Well, she, errr, she..'

  'Spit it out, what did you promise?'

  'I promised not to bring any girls home.'

  'Quite right too. Break that promise and you'll have me to answer to. What else did you promise?'

  'She said I had to promise to be nice to her mum. To you.'

  'Well that's good. Quite appropriate. Did you promise it?'

  'Yes, of course.'

  'There was something else you had to promise. She told me it was three things.'

  'Err, yes, there was something else.'

  'Well, come on, tell me!'

  'I can't. It was intimate.'

  'You mean it was about sex?'

  'Yes'.

  She leaned over and took my face in her hands and kissed me again. Her hand pressed on my trousers where my cock was pushing.

  'You're going to tell me.' Her hand squeezed. I was breathless.

  'Okay,' I gasped, 'I'll tell you.' She relaxed her hand.

  'Go on then!'

  'She said that my cock wasn't to be put into any other pussy than hers.'

  'Did she! Hmm.'

  Jane leaned away from me. 'I need to think about that. Give me a hand up. ' I assisted her as she stood unsteadily. I think she had got a bit drunk.

  'Take off your shirt. I need to look at you.'

  'What!' I was surprised by this latest instruction.

  'Just do it.' I did as I was bid and stood before her naked to the waist.

  'You look okay,' she said. 'you obviously work out and have no exces
s fat. That's good. When you are my chauffer I shall expect you to wear black trousers and a white shirt. You have those?'

  'Yes.'

  'Good. Now you can escort me to my bedroom door. And no further!

  I did as I was bid. At her door she paused and got something out of her bag.

  'I have a little bell.' She rang it. 'If you hear it that means I want you to come to me. Okay?'

  'Okay.'

  Then she kissed me again before slipping away, leaving me feeling both confused and very aroused.

  * * * * * * *

  The following morning I had shaved and I was just drying off from the shower, when I heard the tinkle of her bell. I put on my bathrobe and headed out to the landing. I thought the noise had come from Jane's room, which was at the other end of the house. I headed for it and knocked on the door.

  'Come in'.

  I went in to find Jane sitting at her dressing table, brushing her hair. She was wearing a plum colored bra and matching knickers. And that was all she had on. She looked gorgeous and sexy.

  'Well don't just stand there gaping with your mouth open. I need your assistance.'

  I gulped.

  'Yes Jane...what can I do to help?'

  'I'm looking for a dress. It should be in the closet. It's a linen dress, a kind of aubergine color. Since you've put stuff away I can't find it.'

  I went over to the closet, and russled around with the clothes on the rail. I pulled garments out until I found one which looked right.

  'Is this it?'

  'Yes, that's it. Thank you.'

  She held it up, and then she stood up and held it against her body.

  'What do you think? It is a light summery thing.'

  'Yes it's going to be warm today. That should be good.'

  It was three quarter length, low cut and sleeveless. I am not an expert on dresses, but I thought it could look really good.

  'I should probably not wear a bra under it. Here, you hold it.'

  She handed me the dress, and proceeded to unstrap her bra. Her breasts were surprisingly firm, a full C-cup with bright pink nipples. She wiggled and they shook suggestively. Then she cupped them with her hands and pulled on the nipples. She smiled archly at me.