Rough and Hardcore Erotica

by Natalie Breaks

  After long days in the office he had often looked forward to spending a quiet, relaxing night in with his younger, trophy wife, but more often than not he came home to an empty house with a note left on the kitchen table: “Gone out with the girls.”

  The problem here was that David had never actually seen these “girls”. To the best of his knowledge, they did not actually exist. Being the intelligent man that he is, David employed some “detective measures” and figured out quiet quickly that these girly nights out were really poorly concealed booty calls with various gentlemen of the surrounding area, some as close as two blocks away.

  David’s virtually perfect life was beginning to evaporate in front of his eyes. His job was being dragged through the gutter. The plush house that he had taken out a loan for the year he had married Cynthia was in danger of being repossessed. He had failed to factor in the good times ending when he had a sumptuous blonde standing over his shoulders to impress as he signed the papers.

  But what crippled him the most was the idea of his wife leaving him for another man. Despite finding out about all these late night flings, he refused to bring up the topic with his wife, for fear of her storming out the door and leaving him behind for good. He stressed everyday about the one good thing he had left in his life packing up her belongings and leaving him for good.

  Knowing this all too well, Cynthia strode confidently across the tiled floor, stopping before the handsome doctor and rolling her eyes, as if to say “here we go again”.

  “We can go there in a few minutes Matt. But how about you and I catch up over a coffee first? What has it been? Almost three weeks since I’ve seen you now I’m guessing?”

  Doctor Matt Mason stood up from his chair behind the cold white counter and looked at his watch.

  “I reckon I can fit you in Mrs. Redmond, just follow me.”

  ***

  As her husband lay in a hospital bed, Cynthia ran her leg up and down the doctor’s pants. Sitting in a quiet little coffee room on the third floor, she felt little remorse as she attempted to seduce the handsome doctor, and not for the first time.

  “So, how is Andrea keeping?”

  “Oh, we went our separate ways a couple of weeks back. It was all just getting a bit too much. She wanted to settle down and start a family, but the timing just wasn’t right for me. You know how important my job is. I mean have you ever been in the place without seeing me working?”

  Cynthia leaned in even closer, running her foot higher up the doctor’s inseam, as he did little to halt her advances.

  “Well I’m not sure how hard you were working, but you’re right, you do spend an awful lot of time here. It must be very hard on you. I mean, how could you hold down a long term relationship and keep a woman happy?”

  “That’s my problem I’m afraid.” Matt said as he leaned in so that Cynthia could feel his breath on her face as he lowered his voice down to a whisper. “And it’s such a shame, because I do know how to make a woman very happy.”

  Matt winked as he bent his own leg, pulling Cynthia’s in closer and higher up his own leg, barely noticeable under the cover of the table.

  “So tell me about your situation then. How’s the big man doing? Another little panic attack today I see. Either I need to give him some stronger meds or you’re up to something?”

  “Now, now. What do you think a good girl like me would be getting up to? Maybe you should increase the strength of those meds? Maybe something that could put him to sleep for an hour or so just before I go back home?”

  Cynthia cracked a sly grin as the cunning doctor smiled back before licking his lips and standing up to leave. He picked up his tray and returned it to the counter at the top of the little room. From the pocket of his lab coat he unfolded a black sheet of paper. He spread it out on the counter, pressing the creases out of it before scribbling a note with a fancy gold pen. He folded it back up before passing back by Cynthia, handing it to her with a wink as he made to leave the room and return to work.

  I think all that guy needs is a little motivation. He needs to stop acting like a loser and start acting like a man for a change. Here’s his prescription. Give it to him before you leave today. He’s in ward “B” on the next floor up. Nice quiet little room it is. And I think you should call back past my office on the way out. I’ll get you set up with the first dose.”

  Matt winked as he closed the door gently behind him. Cynthia quickly unfolded the shabby piece of paper as she stretched her body out from head to toe as she let herself slide down on the chair. Now, she faced the obligation of proceeding to that all too familiar ward to provide the comfort that her husband so badly wanted and needed.

  ***

  Cynthia’s heels once again clicked across a hard surface as rows of elder patients sat up in their beds taking notice. She walked right down to the end of the room and pulled back the blue sheet that divided the final bed from the rest of the ward.

  “How are you feeling honey?”

  David perked himself up in his bed as his wife smiled down at him. He looked her up and down, his feelings bitter sweet. He enjoyed the radiance that his wife brought to the dull, sterile area. But he could not help but notice the way that she had presented herself. No shortage of make-up and her hair flowing down her back was not her usual style. Around him she hadn’t bothered to make an effort for over five years now so he knew that what he was looking at was not intended to benefit his eyes.

  “I’m okay I guess, it’s just this stupid blood pressure. I can’t seem to get it down no matter what I try to do.”

  Cynthia looked at him and rolled her eyes. He hated when she did that. All he ever wanted to do was to make her love him. That was why he worked from dawn till dusk, just so he could have the money to buy her nice things and to keep her from walking away. His heart started thumping even faster in his chest as he began to think about that morbid thought.

  “Maybe if you just concentrated really hard on winning a case once in a while.”

  She loved to watch him suffer. His eyes fell from her glowing face down to his bed where his hands were joined together, twitching pathetically. She loved to see him like this. She constantly goaded him and tried to annoy him just on the off chance that he might vent some frustration and show her some of the passion that she had always craved in a man.

  “I know, I know. It’s just that..”

  “I don’t want to hear it David. I mean this happens every couple of weeks with you now. You go to work, realise that you’re not as good as you used to be and then fake this panic attack. Why do you do it? So you can have an excuse for failing?”

  “Well, I. No, it’s not that. It’s just that. I don’t know.”

  “I’ll see you back at home. Let me know if you need a ride. I’m going to see Doctor Mason. You know him right?”

  David’s jaw dropped just at the sound of that name. He hated everything about the man. So much so that he refused to be treated by him. Every time he had visited this hospital he had to listen to him talking about his beloved wife. How hot she was. How luck David was to be with someone like her. Then anytime the two of them were together his blood boiled. The constant flirting, nonchalant rubbing and touching of one another. And right in front of him too.

  “He gave me this today when we went for coffee. He said this will help you get back on your feet in no time.”

  “What, you went for coffee? What the hell?!”

  Cynthia strode confidently and excitedly out of the room as the dirty piece of paper fell into her husband’s lap. By the time he had unfolded it and read it, she had gone.

  “Back to bed Mr. Redmond! You won’t be getting out of here until tomorrow.” A nurse hurried David back in to bed. A mixture of shock, anger and a complete lack of energy as a result of the heavy dose of medication made his limbs useless to argue with the nurse as he accepted defeat and climbed back into his tiny single bed. The nurse lifted the safety rails to the side of his bed and tucked his blanket tightly u
nderneath him.

  “I’ll just leave your little note here Mr. Redmond.” The nurse declared as she placed the slip of paper on his bed side locker and pulled the partition sheet around, allowing him some privacy. His body shook with anger as he reached a tired arm out and feebly gripped the paper, drawing it in close to his body. He held it against his chest before unfolding it for the second time and reading it over and over again before the power of the medication got the better of him and he drifted into a deep sleep.

  “For every day you continue to fail, I’m going to pound your wife.”

  ***

  “Come in.” Doctor Mason sat behind his plush desk, typing reports on his laptop as the clock ticked past 9pm.

  “Ah yes, how’s the patient?”

  Cynthia walked into the room smiling from ear to ear. She had been waiting for this moment for years now as she eye balled the sexy doctor up and down.

  “Well let’s just say that your prescription made him seem a lot more enthusiastic. And the best thing is we haven’t even administered the first dose yet.”

  Matt smiled as he slapped his laptop shut on his desk and carried it over to the corner of the room where he left it resting on a chair. He walked over and stood in front of Cynthia as he unbuckled his belt, ripping it from his waist and hurling it against the one of the cream walls. Cynthia felt herself go weak at the knees as he brushed past her towards the door where he kicked it fully shut at the bottom before flicking off his shoes. He bolted the door shut before turning back to face Cynthia, coating his lips with his tongue, ready to ravage the woman who had always craved him.

  He strode towards her and gathered her in his strong arms, folding them underneath the backs of her legs as he lifted her from the ground and carried her over to his huge desk. She sat on its edge as he leaned in and forcefully kissed her hard on the lips, probing for an opening with his teeth. Cynthia reached around and dropped her hands behind his neck, pulling him in close as she tensed up with the sensation of his teeth biting down on her bottom lip.

  She opened her mouth slightly, allowing him to probe further into her mouth with his tongue. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as he leaned in tighter to her, pressing his chest up against her breasts as she spread her legs on the desk, allowing him to move in. His tongue slid further into her mouth, enveloping hers as he raised his arms up from her thighs, pulling her in closer to him by her waist until they were pelvis to pelvis.

  He continued to explore with his hands as he gently caressed her hips with the tips of his fingers, running them up along her sides before draping them over her shoulders and pulling her in roughly with the palm of his right hand clasped against the back of her head. With his left hand he stopped at her shoulder before making his way in an alternate direction, teasingly rubbing down the opening of her blouse. He proceeded to rip away two more buttons as Cynthia felt a cold draft of her flow through.

  Finally, after being deprived of oxygen, she ripped her lips back and inhaled deeply. Doctor Mason smiled at her as she struggled to regain her breath before leaning back into him again, this time attacking his neck. She bit down hard on it, causing him to writhe in pain momentarily before she removed her teeth from his flesh and began to caress the tender skin with her tongue. Matt let out a low moan as the tender touch of her tongue soothed his scarred skin. He rolled his head in time with her work as she continued to pleasure him.

  Matt lowered his hands again and slid them under her ass, copping a generous feel of her tight ass through her skin tight jeans. He powerfully lifted her off the table and brought her gently to the ground where she planted her heels.

  “You know, I’m not really after a tall woman.” Matt declared, as Cynthia instantly began to remove her heels, degrading herself in height by at least four inches.

  “Better. But still a little bit tall for my liking. Let’s see what we can do about that shall we?”

  Cynthia looked up at him quizzically as he flicked his bare foot to the back of her knee and pressed against it. Her knee joint gave way slightly as she instantly figured out what he was getting at. She looked back up into his dazzling blue eyes as he licked his lips at her and motioned downwards with his pupils.

  Without a word spoken, Cynthia immediately plummeted to her knees and reached her hands up to the doctor’s pants. She started to unbutton his pants and lower his fly as he stared down at her expectantly and condescendingly.

  “Let’s take our time here. We’re in no rush let’s remember.”

  Cynthia slowed her pace as she started to put on a show for the expecting doctor. She carefully lowered his fly right to the base before staring up at him with her big brown eyes and slowly licking her lips. Inch by inch she began lowering Matt’s expensive grey slacks, revealing a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs, adding to her lust to consume the doctor.

  As his pants inched down past his knees, Cynthia noticed the growing bulge behind the thin black material that separated her from her coveted prize. As his pants slipped past his shins, Cynthia leaned in and pressed her lips against his growing, throbbing bulge. She straightened up so that she could reach the waistband of his Calvin Klein before carefully nipping its waistband with her teeth. She gripped it before sensually lowering them down. His throbbing member sprang out as she continued to lower the expensive material down to his ankles before rising up once again. She stared up at the successful doctor as images flashed through her mind of what David was like when they first married.

  She stared at his beating cock as it stood at full length. She wondered if she would be able to pleasure the whole thing. Matt looked down at her and smirked, clearly pleased that the size of his cock was causing Cynthia to take a few extra deep breaths before beginning her work. Eventually she leaned forward and opened took the tip of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, causing him to go into sensory overload.

  He began to buck his hips wildly as she expertly worked his cock over with the tongue that had just ravaged his mouth and neck. She gradually increased the length of her mouth strokes, taking in more and more of his cock. She had engulfed just over half of his shaft by the time she felt it touch her throat and she began to reflex and pull away. She pulled completely off his stiff, throbbing cock, looking up once more into his glowing eyes.

  She regained her composure as she inched back onto his cock, shutting her eyes as she tried to let its massive girth slide down her throat. Matt’s eyes rolled in his head as he felt his shaft slip down her throat, she moist lips wrapped around it, coating it from tip to base.

  After minutes of blowing, she felt his cock spasm in her mouth as he lost control of himself and shot wads of cum down her throat. He grabbed her by the back of the head and held her in position as she struggled to swallow his load. Trickles of semen dripped from her lips as she stared up at him as he towered over her. He continued to buck his hips wildly as he unloaded every dollop of seed he had.

  “Let’s tidy up and take this show on the road.”

  ***

  Matt’s fancy car weaved through rows of traffic as he sped through the city streets and into the night. The journey, which earlier that day took Cynthia all of one hour, took the rich doctor a mere twenty minutes.

  Cynthia wasted no time in jamming the key into the door, almost ripping it from its hinges as the pair burst inside.

  “What’s next on the treatment list Doc?” She smiled as she turned to face the stud who was already beginning to unbutton his glossy white shirt.

  “Well first of all you’ll need a comfortable place to lie down. You’ve been on your feet all day.”

  “I know just the place.”

  Cynthia led the Doctor down the hall and into the very last room. He had ripped his shirt from his body before he even entered the room, leaving it behind him in the hall. Upon entering the beautifully carpeted room, he slammed the door behind him as Cynthia made her way towards the en suite.

  “Make yourself at home beautiful, I
won’t be a minute.”

  Matt jumped onto the bed and began to remove his pants for the second time that day. He ripped them from his body along with his boxer briefs before throwing the covers to the ground and taking his position in the middle of the bed. Seconds later he heard the door unlock as a slender bare hand reached out and around and started to pat the wall just outside the door. Eventually the hand reached its target as the main light in the room dimmed instantly as the door of the en suite opened gradually.

  Matt felt his cock begin to stir again, having climaxed less than an hour earlier as Cynthia made her entrance into the room. She had stripped down to her bra and panties as Matt’s jaw dropped as he goggled at her magnificently toned body. Her skin was bronzed and seems slightly moist as she gracefully climbed onto the foot of the bed. She crawled on her hands and knees as she maneuvered her way forwards. She grabbed the stud of a doctor by his right ankle, pulling his leg straight before pushing it away to the side. She proceeded to grab his left ankle and performed the same action until the doctor’s legs were spread wide. She focused her eyes on her target, his now fully erect cock standing there to greet her.