Rough and Hardcore Erotica

by Natalie Breaks

  “So, Victoria, tell us, will your husband be joining you tomorrow?” Edgar smiled at me, curious.

  I spluttered slightly into my brandy. “Well, actually, I…I’m as yet unmarried. I haven’t found a suitable man quite yet.”

  Joel’s eyes glinted at me. “Unmarried, eh? What kind of family would send an unmarried young woman like you into town all by herself with no place to stay?”

  I giggled. The brandy was warming me all the way through. “Oh, you know…they trust me not to get tangled up with the wrong kind of men.”

  Joel and Edgar exchanged a look again. I was desperate to know what they were silently saying to each other with those looks; were they, too, wondering what it would be like to deflower me? My entire body tensed at the thought, aching for the kind of relief I could only give it alone in bed, in the deepest of nights, when my hand would slide below the sheets and toy with what was at the apex of my thighs. There was a moment of silence between all three of us before it happened; rich, dripping with desire and want. In that silent pause, it became clear to everyone in the room what was going to happen.

  Edgar placed his glass down on a small end table beside him. “Victoria, I want you to listen to everything I say very carefully. You’ve been raised as a sweet, well-educated young woman, I can tell, and thusly you’ll understand that disobeying your elders will get you punished.”

  I nodded, my eyes wide.

  “Pull up your dress, and show me and Joel how you pleasure yourself.”

  What? Here? Now? My brain and body exploded with a mix of emotion; blood was pulsing round my body, causing a powerful rush to the space in between my legs. I knew that I wanted to give myself some relief, and I knew that the thought of Joel and Edgar watching made my head spin with arousal. Slowly pulling up my skirts, I spread my legs apart and pulled off my undergarments. One of the men, I couldn’t be sure which, let out a sudden gasp at the sight of my unclothed lower regions. Sliding my hand between my legs, I was surprised to find myself slick and wet; it only made the feeling even more intense. Rubbing furiously, I felt a familiar build deep in my loins. I desperately wanted that release, and, looking upon the dazed faces of the men in front of me, I was tipped over the edge by a combination of their carnal longing and my busy fingers. I shook, crying out and squeezing my legs together, causing some of the liquid to drip down my legs. It was a more intense feeling that anything I had felt before, but I wasn’t satisfied. Not yet. Waiting until my moans had deceased, Edgar approached me.

  “Now, Victoria, did we say that you could bring yourself to orgasm?”

  To…to what? I squirmed as the contractions in my loins continued to send shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. I looked up at Edgar, biting my lip. He didn’t look angry, he looked playful, and desirous. I swore to myself then and there that I would do anything in power to please this man and his friend.

  “We didn’t agree to you having an orgasm, and I’m terribly sorry to say that this means you’ll have to be punished harshly for your misdemeanour.” Edgar looked down at me, mock-stern.

  “And how…how would you like to punish me, sir?”

  Edgar grinned that boyish grin. “I would like you to keep your skirts pulled up over your posterior, and lay yourself upon my lap. I will spank you ten times, and you will answer each strike with “thank you, sir, may I have another?” Do you understand, Victoria?”

  I nodded, mute. Just the thought of it was humiliating and sexy and my body was urging me on. Edgar held out his hand, and walked me back over to the couch, where he sat down and guided my body across his lap so my bare backside was exposed to him.

  “You understand why I have to do this, Victoria?”

  I nodded.

  “Answer me, please.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. Now, remember what you have to say. If you forget, I’ll add another ten strikes to your total.”

  Ten strikes! I flinched in a mixture of anticipation and arousal. When the first hit came down, I shuddered slightly. It was harder than I thought, enough to leave a sting of pain radiating throughout my loins. I was shocked into silence for a moment, then remembered my orders.

  “Thank you, sir, may I have another?”

  As Edgar slowly, certainly rained down spanks on my rear end, I saw Joel, who had previously been watching from a couch on the opposite side of the room, step around the back of me. As Edgar reached the fifth spank, I felt Joel slowly begin to probe the opening of my sex. It was a feeling unlike anything I’d ever felt before, a shocking, glorious feeling, and my heart leapt into my mouth again. The mixture of deference to Edgar while Joel pleasured me from behind was almost too much to bear, especially combined with the firm pressing of Edgar’s manhood against my body. I knew these men desired me more than I had ever been desired in my life and, for the first time, I wanted them too. Maybe the problem wasn’t with the suitors that my family brought home for me, but rather because I needed two men to truly satisfy me sexually. I grinned to myself, luxuriating in the feelings coursing through me. It surely couldn’t get better than this, could it?

  Once the ten slaps were over, Joel slowly slid his probing fingers out of my sex.

  “Well done, Victoria. Your training will now continue, but not without a reward first.” Edgar said as he straightened up, guiding me on to all fours on the tiled floor. “First, you need to take off the rest of this dress.”

  A reward? My busy mind worked overtime as I tried to figure out what that might be. I fumbled my way out of the complex dress, and now stood before both men, absolutely naked. They both eyed me lustily. I returned to my position on all fours on the ground, and Joel stepped in front of me, so my head as level with his hips. I was suddenly aware of Edgar slowly pushing my legs apart as he positioned himself, on his back, underneath my sex, hovering his mouth mere inches from the aching flesh. I was so distracted by the knowledge that Edgar was only moments away from pressing his lips into my sex that I barely noticed Joel unbuttoning his trousers and slowly drawing out his penis. It was around eight inches long, and as thick as both my thumbs, rigid and glistening with fluid at the tip. Slipping his hand into my hair, he guided my surprised mouth on to his manhood. I heard Edgar’s voice from underneath me, feeling his breath whispering over my mound.

  “Victoria, your reward will go like this. As long as you continue sucking Joel’s cock satisfactorily, I will be sure to tend to your gorgeous sex. I know you may not have done this before, but use your lips, your tongue, and your throat to take his whole length inside you. It’s not as difficult as you think. Do you agree to this? If so, move your posterior back and forth.”

  I did as I was told, shifting my round buttocks as well as I could as I attempted to focus on servicing the penis-the cock?- that was in my mouth. Then suddenly, I felt Edgar’s mouth sealed around my sex, his fingers digging into my backside firmly to keep me still. Gently, he teased the flesh aside until he found the perfect point of pleasure, very carefully applying a gentle suction motion over and over again, bringing me half way to ecstasy before pulling back. I felt another short, sharp slap to my sore backside, reminding me that I was supposed to be pleasuring Joel, not focusing on my own pleasure.

  I turned my attention to the penis in my mouth. Looking up at Joel, I briefly made eye contact and saw a man so utterly consumed with lust for me that I felt obliged to relieve some of the pressure he was feeling. Propping myself up on one hand, I pulled all but the tip from my mouth and ran my tongue around the head in an exploratory fashion; it tasted salty and fleshy, but smooth; I could feel his hardness straining like an iron girder beneath the skin on the surface, and revelled in the fact that it was I who had made him this way. Slowly drawing him further into my mouth, my tongue continued it’s frenzied exploration of his manhood, licking the underside hungrily and pushing the evidence of his arousal even further into my mouth. I felt it hit the back of my throat and I gagged, looking up at him once more, apologetic this time. He smiled back, and w
orked his fingers into my hair once again, gently pushing my head up and down his manhood until I reached a regular rhythm. Pulling my lips over my teeth, I closed my eyes and bobbed my head gently, sucking experimentally; I heard Joel gasp a little as I did so, and realized I must be doing something right. As I settled in to a more comfortable rhythm of sucking and licking, I was able to focus once again on the almost ridiculous feelings Edgar was causing between my legs. It might have been my first time doing any of this, but I was certain Edgar couldn’t have learned such skills in just one sitting.

  His tongue was like velvet across my sex, hungry but precise, passionately exploring every inch of me. I was suddenly aware of his fingers creeping further over my backside, pulling apart my buttocks slightly. As my puckered hole stretched a little, another shudder of pleasure went through me. Slowly pulling his mouth away from my sex, Edgar pushed his finger further towards my anus, circling the outside before very gently easing his finger into my backside. I gasped involuntarily; I didn’t even realize you could gain pleasure from the stimulation of the backside, but I was certainly getting an education, as Edgar continued to probe my hole insistently. It was almost too much to bear and, when Edgar took up the assault on my sex once again, I felt myself tense up again as a rush of pleasure almost caused me to faint. I would surely have brought the neighbours running had it not been for the thick manhood filling up my mouth. I shuddered and shook, my knees barely able to hold up my weight, as Edgar slid out from behind me and pulled my hips a little further back. What was he doing?

  “Victoria, this was something I was going to save for a little later on in your training, but I think we may as well teach you about everything right off the bat. You are, after all, one of the most willing little harlots I think me and Joel have ever seen pass over this threshold. So, as long as you keep sucking my companion’s cock there, I am going to fuck you. I will be gentle at first, as I know you’re a virgin, but please do not be surprised if I can’t control myself long and have to fuck you hard and fast. Do you agree to this?” Edgar’s voice drifted over from behind me. Looking up at Joel once again, who had his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as my now-practiced lips serviced his manhood, a wiggled my posterior back and forth again.

  Edgar pulled my hips in line with his, and I felt his penis line up with the entrance of my sex. I knew my peers would be horrified at the thought of losing my virginity to some man I’d only just met- not to mention doing it while I was hungrily servicing the penis of his close friend- but I’d ridden horses my entire life and knew there was nothing left to really lose. My body ached to be filled up with his manhood, desperate to feel him thrust deep inside me. And luckily, I didn’t have to wait long.

  Slowly, and gently, Edgar worked himself deep inside of me. I felt a slight pinching sensation, and a little frisson of pain as my body became accustomed to this unfamiliar change. He held himself like that for a moment, allowing to get comfortable with the feeling of his manhood as far up my sex as it would fit. I closed my eyes, decadently running my tongue over Joel’s penis, savouring the feeling. So this is what everyone was saving for marriage? Husband be damned, there’s no way anyone could stop me doing this every day of the week from here on in. Slowly, Edgar began to move in and out of me, and I felt the now-familiar build of my release on the way. But this time it came from even deeper inside me, running down from somewhere inside my sex into every nerve ending across my body. As my frenzy began to slowly build, I decided to focus my attentions back on Joel. It was, after all, part of my training, and I wanted to distract myself so I could savour this delicious sensation a little further.

  Joel apparently had the same thought, as he lifted my head off his manhood and guided me to the testicles underneath. I was surprised, but did as best I could, taking great care as I licked and sucked the loose skin around his sack. As I did so, Edgar began picking up the pace, so much so that I could feel his hips bashing into me with every thrust. A mixture of pleasure and pain darted through me, and I brought my mouth back to Joel’s penis once again. I was desperate to taste it, to feel the thrill of the power I had over this man, and mix it with the feeling that was coursing through my sex, one that I surely couldn’t fight off much longer.

  Sure enough, it was only moments until I felt my sex tighten momentarily around Edgar, and I let out a muffled scream as those waves of pleasure hit me for the third and final time this evening, stronger than I’d ever known before. I heard Joel groan above me, the only warning I got before he unleashed a load of warm, salty fluid into my mouth. I swallowed immediately, running my tongue around the head of his penis to catch every drop. And finally, I felt my contractions push Edgar over the edge as he gripped my backside and slammed into me one last time, filling me up with his stickiness. Collapsing in a heap, we lay on the tiled floor, breathing fast.

  “So, Victoria,” gasped Edgar, “Might I tempt you to stay more than just one night?”

  I turned to him and smiled. “If they’re anything like this one, I’m never leaving.”

  Story 8

  Eva weaved between the stalls and enclosed pods of the market zone. Even in the time she had been here, the area had degraded over the years. More comfort girls, more drugs, more gambling, and more stuff she barely understood. All of it was legal and that kept people from all over coming there for their sins. She was only eighteen, so she didn’t recall a time when it was good. Old people barely remembered anymore.

  Her plan was risky, but she was done with this world and its endless cities. She was never going to get off the surface through honest work. It never paid enough to feed her and house her with anything left over. Any extra just made up for shortfalls that always came around. There were too many girls working for the attention of the guys. Eva didn’t do nearly as much as some of them, so she was never going to get most of the business. She had a way of picking out the guys that just wanted to talk. It was a slower, but safer living.

  “Not living,” Eva said to herself. “Just surviving. I want to do more than just survive.”

  She stepped out into the street to avoid men in body armor and helmets patrolling the pleasure market for trouble. As far as Eva could tell, the trouble just waited until the patrol was gone and then did what they wanted to whoever they wanted any way they wanted. She was petite and looked younger than eighteen even with her hair grown our long and dark, so she had to be extra alert and careful.

  Eva looked up between the taller buildings. Most of the sky was filled with the curve of Neptune dominating the view this time of year on this side of the moon of Triton. The cities circled the moon in endless bands if she wanted to walk all the way around finding trouble on every square inch.

  With Neptune in the background, Eva saw the tower of the launch station. It was busy. Cruisers and cargo ships connected to every spoke. She would have a lot to choose from, but she would have to choose carefully, if this was going to work.

  The street rumbled under her and she saw one of the famous Tritonian geysers of nitrogen spray into the thin atmosphere between cities in the distance.

  She stepped back off the street to avoid being clipped by a hover craft that was not slowing for some waif girl in its path. The craft towed three trailers of merchandise on wheels behind it.

  Eva rushed between tourists and workers to the next corner and turned down the next street toward the tower.

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  A few taxis bobbing on their magnet fields in idle waiting on passengers. The drivers leaned against the sides and didn’t even look at her much less offer her a ride. She could afford one maybe two trips with what she had in credits, but she had no intention of starving to death for a single ride in case this plan did not pan out. They knew she wasn’t a likely customer and weren’t going to pay her notice.

  Other men farther down the street held onto wheeled rickshaws. She could afford those rides a little better, but she could walk faster than they could pull her dodging around all the foot traffic. Those drivers leered at h
er, but still did not address her to either offer her a ride nor to solicit her services. They did not much look like the types that just wanted to talk anyway.

  Eva made it to the launch tower and began climbing the spiral of stairs that wrapped around the outside for the kilometers of distance to the top. She was not going to pay for the elevator ride either. She passed the hatches for electrical and hydraulics access. The doors were blast proof and coded. She could not imagine a militant climbing up this far looking for trouble when the moon-wide cities had plenty available with no climbing required.

  She swallowed and sucked in air as the artificial atmosphere thinned higher up the spiral. The colors took on the sepia tones that reminded Eva of photographs from the era before people ever left Earth – before her family was ever stranded far from the warmth of the sun. She gripped the railing and pulled herself up farther step by step only to find the aching weakness spreading up her arms and through her body.

  Still, she climbed.

  She spiraled up past the side of the sky owned by Neptune and the twisting storms that crawled over its surface. As she moved toward the darker side of the tower again, Eva saw the dull, white smear of the sun rise from behind Neptune’s edge. The light looked cold and lost, but she knew it held heat for those that found a way to get closer. Even though she knew the sun and the inner planets were her goal, she had to leave the sun behind for a while to make it up the spiral to attempt her desperate plan.