The Rougher Explicit Collection of Stories Box Set Compilation

by Amira Bradford

  I sat down, unable to meet her gaze, I knew I must look guilty, but I didn't know how else to be.

  'I didn't hear you come in last night honey. Sorry, I was so drunk; I was in bed real early.' Rachel spoke as I sat down.

  Before I could respond Jenny piped up. 'It's ok, I was still up. We sat and had a chat for a while. Didn't we Adam?'

  'Umm... Yeah.' I replied as I tried to swallow down some breakfast.

  'I must apologise though,' she turned to Rachel, 'I totally fell asleep on him. But he's so cute; he got me a blanket to sleep under, didn't you?'

  'Yep.' I managed to respond, finally daring to meet her gaze. Her eyes were twinkling mischievously.

  'I was just telling Rach about my dreams last night, wasn't I sis?'

  Rachel laughed, 'Jenny, you don't want to repeat those kind of things in front of Adam do you?'

  'And why not?' Rachel replied 'He's practically my brother anyway. Besides, it was only a sex dream, it's not like he's going to get turned on by the thought of me having sex.'

  As she spoke, I felt a barefoot brushing up against my calf. Wait a minute, I thought, was that a stroke?

  'Well,' she began, 'it started with the most amazing foot massage.'

  The End.

  Freak on a Leash

  It's been about a month since the ship hit home port. Everyone has been relaxing, working their days and popping deuces to get home quickly. For you that just means chilling on ship though. You are making the best of it...but anything to break the routine is refreshing.

  As you sit out on a deck area of a restaurant, your phone rings. Rolling through the names of people who actually have that cell phone number, you draw a blank.

  "Hello?"

  "Siren, it's 'Xander." He uses our group names so I'd know him at once. I smile big, not expecting anything since we're in port and he has "obligations."

  "You got plans tonight?" He growls and purrs into the phone at the same time, making your knees weak as is his talent.

  "That depends on the offer..." You flirt back.

  "Just a quiet night in a hotel room with a little wine and room service. But there are a few rules if you accept." His voice screams a thousand possibilities even as it rolls out silkily.

  "I'll be there." You say, knowing the rules are always more fun than playing it safe.

  "Good, I'm glad you still trust me. Meet me at the hotel I'm going to text you the info for. Be there at 8 pm in a tight black dress groomed well with no underwear on. Don't worry about bringing anything else and don't be late."

  "I'll be there Master." You say without hesitation.

  "Until then, Pet..." You hear the phone go still, his voice gone as quickly as it came.

  Always a good time, you start thinking about what you have to wear and decide your best bet is a really sexy black mandarin collared dress you picked up in Japan on your last port call.

  Smiling, you finish your lunch and go forward with your daily routine...hitting the gym for some PT, talking with a few friends as you meet them around base. Catching dinner, checking your e-mail before heading back to the ship to get ready.

  As you hit the berthing you grab your showering things and head for the head to wash off the day's sweat and grime.

  While you already showered after your workout, you hadn't had the chance to shave, so while you clean up you closely shave your legs and intimates, thinking on the night.

  You get out, brushing out your hair and doing your make up. Walking around in your robe, you hunt down the dress and blushing softly slide it on over your smooth naked body. As you tug it this way and that it fits itself nicely, the slits up each leg exposing your soft thighs and hugging your curves perfectly.

  You pull on some heels, trying them on and grabbing a small purse as you get ready to leave.

  You check your phone and notice you received a text while you were showering. Typical...you go mad all day thinking about him and his text and he sends it when it suits his game. Loading up your GPS on your phone, you get to your car quickly and head out, making sure you have plenty of time to get there.

  As you drive a thousand questions enter and leave your mind. "How did he...? What about...? But I thought...?" Finally you just decide to wait and see.

  It wasn't a long drive and you find yourself arriving about a half hour early. Luckily there's a bar inside the hotel and you sip a cocktail to eat up fifteen or so minutes.

  Finally you head up to the room number. You knock gently on the door.

  "It's open, come in."

  'How did he know it was me?' You think to yourself.

  You push down the handle and slide open the door. The room seemed empty at first. You walk slowly forward, peering around.

  You see a single lit lamp in the main area. He's sitting there quietly, fingers steepled. He's wearing a black silk shirt, blue pants, and black shoes. A silver chain with an ornate pendant hangs from his neck. You've never seen him so intense and collected. The look of his domain.

  You pause mid step as she comes into view.

  'Oh shit, this is going to be bad...'

  She half sits, half lays at his feet, wine glass in hand. She's dressed in a black leather corset tied up tightly with leather boots that come up just below her knees. Crotchless panties show you a waxed glistening cunt and a choker with a rose design in rhinestones adorns her neck.

  She looks at you with both interest and boredom, as a sated cat examines a new toy.

  "Something wrong, Siren?" He smiles, happy as he knows I'm completely off my guard.

  "I...um...I'm going to go...I..." You stammer quickly, feeling very much as if you stepped into a lioness' den.

  "Stop!" He said firmly...I do...without any knowledge why.

  "Come here." The command railed against everything I was thinking, but I turned nevertheless. I walked across the room and stood in front of them, heart pounding.

  "Does she please you, my pet?" He asks running his finger tips across her neck.

  "I don't know yet Master...does she follow instructions?" His wife, for that's who it was, purred softly.

  "So true, let's test the thought," He said amused. "Siren, this is my true and only pet. She is loyal, devoted and mine. You however can be hers if she deems you acceptable. Does this intrigue you?"

  You look at the floor, so as not to meet his gaze. You have never been asked such things and it unnerves you to be so objectified. Still, curiosity and arousal brought your head back up to stare into his eyes.

  'Damn it! I still trust him, it won't come to harm.' Surer now, you nod slightly.

  "Good!" He smiles, warming you. "Now, every pet must be thoroughly inspected by her Master or Mistress...to ensure proper attention to detail has been paid."

  He nods to her and she stands, waling around me. I hold my ground, knowing I'd been trained for this.

  She runs her hand over my leg sending chills up my spine.

  "Well, that's smooth...good so far." She smiles at me and I feel a bit more at ease.

  "Now, Siren, if you truly trust me, strip. Stand before your Mistress naked and ready for the final inspection."

  I swallow, never having bared myself so vulnerably.

  'I've come this far...might as well finish the game.'

  You unzip your dress, sliding one arm out then the other, then you pull it down, first exposing your breasts, then the dress slides off your hips and falls in a pool at your feet. You step out of it, then untie your shoes and step down to the floor. Bare.

  She walks around you again, an appraising look on her face. You find yourself growing wet and exciting, hoping...Surprisingly...that you pass this inspection.

  "Turn and get on the bed on all fours." She says firmly.

  I comply immediately, eager to please her.

  "Do you want my Master's cock?" She asks boldly.

  "N-Noo..." I lie, not realizing how obvious it is...

  Smack! She spanks my ass, reddening the right cheek with her blow.

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bsp; "Would you really lie to me slut? You have had Master's cock already and now you tell me no? Answer again!"

  "Yes..." I whispered, fearing similar treatment.

  I hear the smile in her voice as she spoke next

  "Would you treat a Mistress as well as the one you called Master?"

  "Yes..." I said softly.

  Smack! Another firm slap, this time across my left cheek.

  "Do you lie again or are you not sure? Do you want me or not?"

  With that she climbed up on the bed and spread legged she laid on her back in front of me, dripping cunt inches from my face.

  "Yes!" I shouted, my mind seized with a thousand impulses.

  "Then please me, whore, and earn a better title."

  I looked up, shocked but hopelessly aroused and she waited with an expectant expression.

  I plunged in, licking and sucking at her lips and clit, fingers working in and out as I went for broke.

  Gasping and moaning in surprise, she writhed under my attention. I hear a chuckle and spare a glance at 'Xander. He sits with rapt attention, still fully clothed but obviously in a state of arousal.

  'Is it torture or foreplay?' I wonder.

  I focus back on my task, sucking her clit softly into my mouth as I work her towards the first orgasm. I feel her body quake and squirm with pleasure before finally tensing as she cries out.

  "Stop!" He commands suddenly. I sit up, taken aback. She sits up as well, red in the face and gasping.

  "Come here..." He says, a look of darkness in his eyes.

  She hurries to sit at his feet, eyes on the floor.

  "Was it good?" He asked reproachfully. I sit up straight, wondering if he's truly angry.

  "It was Master..." She said quietly.

  "You've forgotten yourself, pet..." He grabbed her cropped hair and threw her forward onto the bed, ass up, pussy still wet.

  "Come here, Siren, for you are not innocent either," He growled.

  I come to the edge of the bed, taking cue and bending over it. A bag is produced and a cat o' nine tails is pulled out.

  The toy flashes first across her ass, then back across mine. Red streaks instantly appear. I try not to cry out, knowing pleasure or pain might further the punishment.

  Again the toy flashes back and forth, striking us oppositely than before. I feel the heat of the sting but pleasure strangely washes over me. Again he stings us and I twitch imperceptibly, a gasp escaping my lips. Knowing he heard this, he swings again, wanting a reaction.

  He gets it, but not from me. She moans, the pain and pleasure too much to restrain. One more each and we both cry out.

  He smiles, knowing he'd won.

  "So sluts, you like the punishments of your Master?" He shakes his head.

  "On your knees both of you!" We comply instantly.

  "You," He points to me, "will take it gladly...and you," he points to her, "will watch her do it."

  With that we kneeled at his feet as he undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He slid his pants down, then his black boxer briefs. His hard cock sprung free.

  I took him into my mouth slowly, feeling her appraising eyes upon me. I worked up and down from tip to balls, feeling her fidget and gasp with pleasure. Smiling along his cock I'm caught.

  "Insolent, naughty bitch!"

  He grabbed the back of my head, thrusting himself down my throat, nearly making me gag. I work hard to try to swallow every inch of him but his fierce thrusts overwhelm me.

  I see her eyes light up in pleasure, enjoying my discomfort.

  Finally he's ready for her...but not done with me.

  "Put this on..." He growled...a harness with a dildo inside.

  Shaking...sweat pouring off me from my efforts, I take it from him and slide it onto my hips, position the rubber cock properly.

  "Get on your back."

  I roll over and she climbs on top of me sliding the dildo inside, a moan escaping her lips. I hear him spit as she begins to ride me. My pussy glistens as we grind.

  He runs his hand up and down his cock, lubricating. Finally satisfied, he slides his cock into her ass as she rides me.

  "Yesss..." She moans as we double penetrate her. Slowly at first, then faster and faster we fuck her. His balls slap against her as he slams into her ass. I come and come as the dildo grinds my pussy as she rides me hard.

  Everyone tenses at once, he cums hard in her ass, growling and roaring savagely. She stiffens, clutching and grinding the dildo against me, orgasm breaking over her. I scream, my own climax rolling over me as we all fall to the bed exhausted.

  As my eyes droop and fall I hear him say

  "What do you think, my pet...?"

  "She'll do..." She sighs against me as I drift to dream.

  The End.

  Kiki

  I first met Kiki in a youth hostel in New Zealand. I arrived late one afternoon at the hostel where there were several people in the kitchen, preparing an evening meal. I usually preferred Asian style food and so while I was travelling, I would prepare stir-fry dishes. I would pick up the ingredients, some form of meat and vegetables during the day. I carried oil and sauces in small bottles in my bag.

  As I began to make preparations, I attracted the attention of an Asian girl who I thought to be Japanese.

  She was about 165cms, very slim build, with black hair that had a fringe at the front, down to her eyebrows and half way down her back. At first She appeared to be quite young although I had a feeling she was older than she looked. When she spoke to me, it was with a Canadian twang.

  She was interested in what I was cooking, scallops with vegetables and rice. She asked if we could share our meals. She was cooking a Japanese dish. I agreed.

  She introduced herself as Kiki.

  We shared our meal and afterwards, sat in the common room, talking. She told me that she was third generation Canadian and was a Law student. She was on a break from university and was doing some travelling.

  We seem to hit it off from the start and this little Japanese doll like female intrigued me.

  As we were going our different ways in the morning, we swapped addresses and I crawled into my bunk. Kiki was leaving early in the morning and I did not see her again.

  Several weeks later I returned home. Some time later, I received a letter from Kiki who had also returned to Canada. We continued this correspondence for years while Kiki toiled away at her Law degree that she finally achieved. I arranged for a bunch of flowers to be delivered to her on her graduation day.

  In our exchange of letters, we were not what you call intimate although we did share some of our secrets. I looked forward to each letter from Kiki.

  Several months after her graduation and two weeks before Christmas, I received a letter from Kiki, saying that she was travelling to Sydney during Christmas and would like to see me. I telephoned her and was provided with her travel details. I must admit I was very excited at the thought of seeing her again.

  It was as if we knew each other quite well although our only meeting had been for a few hours, four years earlier.

  I waited at the air terminal on the day of her flight and was very relieved to see her emerge from customs. And there she was, my little Japanese doll, as beautiful as ever. She had hardly changed since when I had last seen her in New Zealand, four years earlier.

  Kiki was pulling a wheeled case. When she saw me she broke into a run and when she was close to me, let go of the case, jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck and kissed me. We remained in embrace for some time before she let go and dropped back on to her feet although we continued to hold each other.

  When we had spoken on the phone, Kiki had asked if she could stay with me. I was OK with that. I carried her case to my car and we drove to my apartment.

  Kiki remarked that she was really feeling the heat. When she left Canada, there had been deep snow on the ground with the temperature below zero. In Sydney it was 35 degrees.

  On entering my apar
tment, Kiki gave me a repeat of what she had done at the airport. One thing I have not mentioned was that I was 181cms and Kiki was 165cms. There was quite a difference in our heights and size with me being 90kgs and Kiki, no more than 60kgs.

  I offered to get Kiki a cool drink but she said, "Can I have a shower, I want to get out of my hot clothes." She was wearing clothes that kept her warm in Canada but were highly unsuitable for the 35degree heat.

  I gave her towels and left her in the bathroom while I made some cold drinks in the kitchen. As I made my way from the kitchen to the balcony, I noticed that Kiki had left the bathroom door open. I could not see her in detail but could see the form of her slim body through the shower screen.

  I watched her momentarily before proceeding to the balcony. Kiki emerged shortly after, wearing a short, loose. light blue dress. With her wet hair, she did not look a day older that fourteen although I knew she was 23. She was a beautiful doll like creature.

  I was seated in a chair on the balcony, where other chairs available but Kiki chose to sit on my lap with her arms around my neck.

  "Tell me what you have been doing lately. You have not been doing anything dangerous, have you?" Kiki knew I was a Detective.

  I told Kiki, generally, some of the cases I had been working on, mostly fraud and Kiki caste her lawyer eye over them. She told me what she had been doing, having started work in the prosecutors office.

  I could not imagine a diminutive Kiki, prosecuting a case in a courtroom. I am sure she would have to stand on a box to be seen although she was a very assertive female and more than made up for her lack of height.

  After a while, I looked down and saw her eyes closing. I stood up with her in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. As I bent down to place her on the bed, she said with a sleepy voice, "Stay with me."

  I joined her in the bed and Kiki cuddled into my left side appearing to drop off to sleep immediately. I dropped off to sleep shortly after.

  I awoke some several hours later with Kiki still cuddled to my left side. I brought my right arm over to find her dress had ridden up so her back was bare. I ran my hand up her back, not encountering any bra strap. Her skin was smooth and taut.