Rough and Hardcore Erotica

by Natalie Breaks

  Heath took hold of her hips and thrust up into her clapping her ass and bouncing her tits. Cindy turned sideways at the hips toward where Blake planted his bare ass on the break room table.

  She tasted herself on him as she worked her neck. Blake slipped out of her mouth from the powerful thrusts of Heath shaking her whole body. She could barely keep her balance and a second orgasm made her dizzy. She leaned down and kissed the side of Blake’s cock. She sucked on his balls. Blake lifted his cock back up and she took it back into her mouth. She sucked up and down on him. Heath started pumping so fast as he banged her that Cindy thought he was trying to launch her through the ceiling. Blake slipped out of her mouth again. She licked up his length, but couldn’t get to the head. She licked his balls instead. Blake lifted his cock and held Cindy’s head as he drove back into her mouth. She worked up and down on him and sucked hard to keep him from falling out.

  Cindy saw motion at the door. She looked up without losing Blake out of her mouth. Scott stood there with his jaw open. Blue folders fell out of his hands to the floor. Cindy couldn’t see over the table to tell if they were the kinds with clips. The sound brought Blake’s and Heath’s attention to the door. To their credit, neither man broke rhythm as they worked her pussy and mouth.

  Blake said, “She brought a cake, but it wasn’t very good. You should take a blowjob instead.”

  Cindy turned her head and Blake’s cock bulged her cheek from the inside. Her mouth came off of him with a pop. Her voice was slurred from her misshapen mouth as she said, “Happy Birthday, baby?”

  When Scott pulled off his coat and unbuttoned his shirt, she felt so relieved. He said, “This was a fantasy I always had. How did you know?”

  “I know what you like. I saved a hole just for you.”

  Blake got up on his knees and held Cindy’s head as he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth with wet slurps.

  She felt Scott slide the head of his cock up and down the length of her ass and she shivered. He appreciated her ass. As he pressed into her, she felt so full with Heath in her pussy, Blake stretching her mouth, and now her husband taking her ass.

  As his balls slapped against her, she was thankful that he was thinner and shorter than the other men. The three cocks drove into every hole at different rhythms from each other and Cindy came again.

  Heath suddenly shuddered. “Switch with me, Blake. I want to cum in her mouth.”

  Heath slid out and climbed out from under her. Scott took the opportunity to pound into her ass harder. Cindy backed into his cock with her teeth clinched. Blake climbed under and pushed between her pussy lips. He stretched her wide as he entered her again and she held in the groan not sure how Scott would react if she acted like Blake’s cock was pleasing her too much.

  Blake said, “I’d rather switch with Scott.”

  Scott laughed. “Sure, boss.”

  Cindy let out a groan unable to contain the pleasure anymore. “Not a chance.”

  Heath took her mouth as Blake and Scott worked her below. Heath stroked himself as Cindy licked and sucked all around his cock and fingers. He exploded, blasting her face with his cum. He painted her face, streaked her hair, and missed a couple time to glob onto her back. She thought he was never going to stop. She took him into her mouth and sucked until she couldn’t swallow anymore. His cum ran out of her mouth onto her chin and tits.

  Blake scrambled out from under her. She thought he was trying to avoid getting splattered, but instead he stroked himself and shot three sprays on her cheek as she still sucked Heath.

  Heath pulled out and sunk down into one of the chairs. Blake shot off his full load on her face from a distance as Scott slammed against her ass from behind.

  Blake stepped forward and she sucked on him just as Scott pulled out. She cleaned off Blake as her husband’s hot cum covered her pussy, ass, and back.

  Blake and Scott dropped back into chairs as Cindy lay on her side in her sticky mess on the break room table.

  She looked around at each man and stared at her husband heaving for breath in the chair down by her feet.

  Cindy blew him and kiss with another man’s cum stringing from her hand to her lips. “Happy Birthday, baby.”

  Scott laughed. “Best birthday ever.”

  Cindy laughed too. She ran her hands through the gooey cum all over her body. “Anyone want to lick off the icing.”

  Everyone laughed, but to her surprise all three men leaned in and started licking her.

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 7

  You wouldn’t believe just how boring it can be being a lady of a certain class. Being the daughter of a wealthy businessman living just outside of London, I spent most of my time finding pleasure in the handful of things it was deemed fine for me to engage in- reading, painting, learning languages. I knew as well as anyone that these little practices were meant to make me that little bit more like marriage material, but I wasn’t interested in marriage. Far from it.

  I was forever being introduced to handsome young bachelors from out of town, delivered to me by my mother or my aunt, who brought them to me with a sheen of hope in their eyes. Maybe this one would prove the most appropriate? But they never seemed to go for my sharp wit and frank attitude; every meeting seemed to end with them being hustled out of the house before I could make my father look a fool. And I was bored of it.

  And that’s why, on this cold, rainy night in the middle of nowhere, I was feeling about in the back of my closet for the bag I had stuffed full of clothes and books. I didn’t want to stay here a moment longer, didn’t particularly want the life that had been deemed perfect for me. I had secretly arranged a carriage the last time I was in the city, and I was ready to run away and never look back. It was the middle of the night, and the whole household was asleep when I grabbed my winter coat, hefted my bag over my shoulder, and tiptoed down to the front door. My heart was pounding in my mouth; all I wanted to do was to get to London. I didn’t know what I’d do once I actually got there, but there would surely be some work for a young, educated lady of eighteen. Maybe as an assistant, or working in a library. I didn’t mind what I did as long as I got far away from my family, and the legacy that only my brothers would get a glimpse of.

  Pushing open the front door, I crept down the steps, glimpsing my carriage waiting in the distance. I could hear the slight snort of the horses, mixed with the pouring rain and wind; I thanked the Lord that at least my escape would be covered up by the mud tomorrow. My footsteps, the clues left by the carriage, they’d all have vanished by the time the sun rose and my disappearance was discovered.

  Reaching the carriage, I handed the driver a wad of cash that I’d stolen from my father’s secret whisky stash the night before; he wouldn’t be able to tell anyone that it was gone, in case someone should deduce precisely what he was spending that money on. The perfect crime. I opened the door and climbed inside, pushing my bags across the seat in front of me. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing it; I was actually making my escape for good. As the carriage pushed forward into the night, I listened to the sound of the rain on the roof, allowing it to soothe my raging nerves. Was this a good idea? I wouldn’t know until I reached the city.

  I arrived in the city only two hours after I left, and by this time reservations had begun to creep into the back of my mind. Mother had told me about the type of men I could expect to find in the city; lecherous, lusty, and all-too-willing to take care of young, virgin teenagers on the run from their families- she could spin such a story, my mother. I shook the thought from my head; I didn’t need any man, and I would keep my wits about me to make sure that I wasn’t taken advantage of.

  The carriage ground to a halt outside a small boarding house where I had booked a room for the next few days- just enough to let me put down a payment on a proper home with my father’s money. The driver helped me pull my bags from the carriage, and nodded politely at me as I strug
gled to carry them over the threshold of my temporary home.

  I exchanged a few words with the receptionist, who soon handed me the key to my room and let me make my way upstairs. Opening the door, I realized very suddenly what I had got myself into. Several rats scattered into all corners of the room as I entered, and the pervasive smell of damp filled up my nostrils as I attempted to hold back a retch. I knew my luxurious living quarters back home were something of an exception, but I didn’t expect anything as awful as this. Cringing slightly, I placed my bags down on the bed, which buckled and bent under their weight. I couldn’t conceive of how it would hold up my ample form for an entire night, let alone the week I had paid for.

  Resolving to make the best of what I had, I looked around the room. I was damp and cold; what I could really use was a bath and then a rest to get my head together for the following morning’s excursions. And I was hungry, too- starving, in fact. Gathering a handful of coins from my purse, I shoved them into my pocket and decided to go out to find some food and soap before I went to bed. My very first act as a self-sufficient woman.

  I returned to the receptionist, and asked if there was anywhere nearby where I could get a hot meal. He directed me to a public house only a few minutes’ walk from my lodgings, and began my short, freezing journey into the night. I would have to get used to a life without carriages now, I supposed, unless I could find some handsome, rich husband who wanted to take care of me. I snorted at myself; I had come here to get away from the tyranny of rich men, not to stroll straight into the arms of some clone of my father’s.

  I spotted a warm glow and heard a low rumble from one of the buildings in the distance, and realized that I must have reached my destination. Pushing open the door, I made my way inside. It was mostly empty, save for a few lonely drunkards, barely glancing up from their ale as they sat, red-faced, in their own little corners of the room. The barmaid smiled warmly at me.

  “What can I get you, love?”

  Her kind words filled me with a rush of happiness and security, and I had her bring me a bowl of soup and bread. The bread was tooth-snappingly hard, but the soup was good and rich, and I gulped it down gratefully.

  “You’ll want to slow down with that a little bit, don’t want to give yourself indigestion, now, do you?”

  A voice, slightly amused, floated across the bar at me to commentate my dinner. My head snapped up, somewhere between defensive and nervous, and I found myself looking straight at one of the most handsome men I’d ever met.

  His eyes were pale blue, a perfect match for his slightly wavy, chestnut brown hair. A few inches taller than me, he was dressed impeccably- like a gentleman, in fact, though I couldn’t quite work out what someone of good fortune would be doing in this kind of place, especially this late at night. A flicker of trepidation ran through me as we looked at each other for that long moment-I felt a clench between my legs, a shocking, sharp feeling unlike anything I’d felt before. He smiled broadly at me.

  “Now, what’s a beautiful young woman like you doing at a place like this at this time in the evening, eh?” He asked. It could have sounded somewhat rapacious, but he said it with a soft voice and a slightly cocked head, as if he was genuinely curious to see what I was doing here.

  “I- I’m away from my family on business. I’m examining a new location for a factory, but my carriage got stuck in the mud and I arrived late.” The lies began to flow easily and comfortably off my tongue. “I needed something to eat, and this was the only place still open, so I came in.”

  “Arrived late? Well, we can’t have a young woman like you wandering the streets by herself with nowhere to go. It wouldn’t be very Christian of me not to offer you bed and board for an evening.” There was a hint of suggestiveness in his voice, but I decided to ignore it. He looked well-off, and maybe just one night in a warm, clean bed would let me get my head together for the work I had to do over the following weeks? Anyway, I was almost certain that a man of his age, standing, and looks would be married by now. I surely didn’t have anything to worry about on that front.

  “I suppose it wouldn’t do any harm,” I replied, and I found that my voice had dropped to not much more than a whisper. I was surprised at myself. What exactly did I want from this man? I didn’t quite understand the feelings racing through the lower portions of my body, but I knew I liked them. And I knew that I wouldn’t be totally put out to find that he was a bachelor after all, despite my promises to myself to avoid any men like my father.

  “Very good. If you’ve finished your soup, I have a carriage waiting outside.” He nodded courteously, standing up and offering me his arm. For the first time, I gripped a man’s arm because I wanted to feel it’s strength under his jacket. Being this close to him was making me a little dizzy, so much so that he had to offer me his hand to climb up inside the carriage. We both sat down opposite each other, and he smiled at me.

  “I realize now that I don’t even know your name,” he uttered softly.

  “Victoria. Like the Queen.”

  “How very appropriate.”

  I looked at him, confused. “What do you mean by that?”

  “There is something very regal about you, Victoria.”

  A pause.

  “And what about you? Who is the man I have so willingly gone home with on this dark and stormy night?”

  He laughed lightly. “I’m Edgar, Edgar Wollstonecroft.”

  My breath caught in my mouth. I did know this man. The Wollstonecrofts were famous around these parts; a pile of rich, attractive sons who maintained their eternal bachelorhood. I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t made the connection in my head; of course it was him. And here I was, sitting in a carriage, heading straight back into his house. A little spike of fear passed through my system, making me shiver, but it felt very much like excitement. I didn’t know what I wanted from Edgar, but I knew I wanted something more than just a bed for the evening. Maybe I wanted his bed. The thought of lying in flagrante delicto with this magnificent man caused my breath to catch in my mouth a little; I felt myself flush. Edgar cocked his head to the side and looked at me, evidently amused.

  The carriage pulled to a halt outside a handsome townhouse, and Edgar pushed the door open in front of me. Hopping out onto the puddle-filled pavement, he pulled off his jacket and lifted it over my head to keep the rain from wetting me further. One arm around my waist, he led me to the door of the house, pushed a key into the lock, and followed me inside.

  It was a truly magnificent interior; modern, with tiled floors and wooden panelling running along the walls. My eyebrows shot into my hairline as I looked around; this was the sort of place I wanted for myself one day, once I’d earned enough money and could live here comfortably. Suddenly, I was aware of footsteps coming from the adjoining room, and my stomach dropped to the floor; maybe he did have a wife, after all, and this was just a noble act of Christian charity. I sincerely hoped that it wasn’t.

  The door to the living room was pushed open, revealing another man of around Edgar’s height. Unlike Edgar, he was blond, with piercing grey eyes, dressed just as handsomely as Edgar was. I was confused; was Edgar in the habit of finding well-dressed houseguests and giving them a place to stay for the evening, or did he share his house with this man?

  “Ah, Joel. I hoped you’d be here!” Edgar strode forward and grabbed the man’s hand in a firm handshake. “This is Victoria. She’s here on business, and she had nowhere to stay, so I thought it would only be decent to give her a room here. I’m sure that you’ll find that agreeable?” The men exchanged a heated look, a look of slight amusement, as I waited, slightly uncomfortably, behind them.

  “Victoria, it’s my pleasure,” Joel said, bowing slightly from the waist up and smiling at me warmly. Relief washed over me, and I grinned back. So, I had a place to stay for the night, and it was with these two extraordinarily handsome older men, Now, what was a girl to do with herself?

  “Victoria, can I offer you a drink? Maybe a glass
of brandy to warm you up?” Edgar called from the living room, his words punctuated with the tinkling of bottles. Joel gestured me through with him, and I found Edgar pouring three glasses of brandy for each of us. Taking a seat on one of the gorgeous couches, I peeled off my jacket. As I did so, I felt Joel’s eyes on me; I knew that he was admiring my frame, as so many men had before. Voluptuous hips, strong legs, and small, pert breasts tended to do that to my gentleman callers. But when Joel did it I didn’t feel as sleazy or objectified as I usually did; no, quite the opposite. I felt powerful, desired. I felt as if I’d already had that glass of brandy, I was so fired up and….aroused? Was that the feeling that was overwhelming my body? Did I want this man in a physical sense? No, I knew that it wasn’t just Joel or just Edgar that I desired; I wanted both of them. My eyes widened as I took stock of my own brazenness. I didn’t really just consider that, did I?

  Edgar handed me a glass, and the two men settled on separate seats opposite me, both eyeing me with interest.