Rough and Hardcore Erotica

by Natalie Breaks

  Your father came to do some work for us and we were both impressed with his work ethic as well as the proud way he spoke about you,” Caroline had the decency to blush at the mention of her father speaking so highly of her while she had been so nasty to him, “And yes, you are right in saying it is not fair for you to have no choice in which one of us you should marry. I understand that, and of course you will have a choice. Times are changing and while we still believe that we have some thought of authority over you we also don’t want to marry a woman that has no interest in us. We’re still looking for a mutual agreement of some sorts. So we’ve invited you over tonight so that the three of us can get to know each other better.”

  Caroline had never in her life been spoken to so bluntly and so kindly by any man before. She was normally put in her place and made to feel as if she were insignificant. But not this time. This time she was finally having an actual conversation with a man that was willing to hear her out. She nodded, “And how about you Albert? Do you feel the same?”

  “I do indeed Miss Caroline. We’d love to get to know you more tonight. We have a wonderful meal arriving shortly too. So let me top up your glass and let’s all make a toast to new friends.”

  Their glasses were raised and Caroline felt more relaxed than ever before. She was so glad that she had decided to say yes to the invitation. After all this sure beat a boring night at home in which she did nothing much but sit and think about her life. Just then the food arrived and the three of them enjoyed plate after plate of delicious food. She was certainly a woman that enjoyed her food and she was excited to be trying new things that she didn’t even know existed. So this is how the upper class eat, she thought and felt herself coming around to the idea of entering into a wealthy family. She realized how easy it would be to get used to this kind of lifestyle. Other than the food and the wine, the conversation was also flowing and she was surprised at how well the three of them were getting along. Also with each sip of her drink she noticed the conversation getting extremely flirtatious and if she wasn’t mistaken she was certain she felt a foot go up and down her leg a few times. Problem was that she didn’t know which leg it belonged to because both Patrick and Albert were seated directly in front of her.

  She tried to look at them both while it was happening to see if anyone would give it away but both remained as passive as ever and it was impossible to tell. On more than one occasion she stole glances at the two of them, trying to figure out which one she found more attractive but she simply couldn’t decide.

  They were both good looking in completely different ways. Albert was very polished, without a hair out of place, while Patrick was rougher around the edges. Both appealed to her. After dinner, Patrick sent the servants to their rooms and put on some music. It didn’t go unnoticed to her that the three of them were now alone in the room with nobody around to hear them.

  The music helped to calm her beating heart, but just as she found herself relaxing Patrick asked if she wanted to dance. She hadn’t danced with a man in a very long time, her feminist ways usually stopping her from getting wooed by any man. But perhaps it was the open way in which these men had spoken to her or the endless glasses of wine she had been drinking, but she gladly got swept away in dance after dance, moving from Patrick to Albert.

  “So who’s the better dancer?” Patrick had whispered in her ear and she had giggled, refusing to say one man or the other. Albert was sweeter and gentler in his ways and even though perhaps Patrick was a better dancer there was no ways she was going to admit it and hurt his feelings. She had this feeling that she wanted to protect him.

  Albert had a beautiful and kind smile and she found herself falling easily for his quiet charms. Her heart skipped a beat when she was with Albert as he was the type of man you could easily find yourself falling in love with. Something that Caroline thought she might not ever feel. With Patrick there was an excitement. He was anything but gentle and even his dancing was rough and fast, and with each turn he pulled her closer to him until her breasts were pressed against his own chest. It made her heart beat faster and louder and she wondered if he could hear it over the music.

  She hadn’t allowed herself to be this way around any man before and she wasn’t sure why it felt so easy with the two of them. She found herself letting go and embracing the moment for whatever it was. It didn’t take long for her mind to start conjuring up images – of falling in love with Albert and falling into bed with Patrick. For the first time in a very long time she felt wild, young and free. She felt as if anything and everything were possible and she wanted to embrace any opportunity that came her way.

  Then, just as if he could read her mind, Patrick looked at Albert and then back at her and said, “So Miss beautiful Caroline, want to have some fun?”

  ***

  Caroline was not a virgin, nor had she been with many men. In fact, she’d only slept with one man before and that was purely out of curiosity. It had been at a ball hosted by a friend of the family with the prime objective of looking for a wife for one of the men. There had been no chaperones and the boys and girls had been left alone to dance, talk and get to know each other.

  Thankfully Caroline knew the boy quite well and she also knew that he was in love with one girl in particular, a girl named Elizabeth in whom he was trying to impress. The entire ball was simply a ruse so that he would get the chance to talk to her. He was a shy boy and this was the only thing that he could think of to do. This was great for Caroline who could therefore relax and enjoy herself without worrying about being picked for marriage.

  That’s when she met Phillip. A cocky, arrogant boy who kept pinching her bottom and whispering crude things into her ear all night. When he danced with her he held her too tightly and he pursued her the entire night even though she kept fobbing him off.

  Finally, at the end of the night, she’d had enough of him and so she’d taken him into an empty room and kissed him. She thought that perhaps this would shut him up but instead it just made him want her even more. Then to both his and her surprise she decided that she wanted more too.

  She was curious about what sex was all about and she decided that she might as well prepare herself for the day she actually falls in love. The whole thing was highly unromantic as she merely hitched up her dress and pulled down his trousers. She was sitting on a desk as they were in some sort of classroom and he stayed standing and pulled himself into her. At first it hurt but then it started to feel good and by the look in his eyes it was obviously his first time too. He thrust against her and the whole thing was over far too soon.

  Instead of putting her off that whole event had made her even more curious about the world of sex but she hadn’t had the opportunity to explore it further with another man. She had taken matters into her own hands, of course, but that wasn’t the same.

  Now, here she was, with two incredibly good looking men and she had a feeling she was about to discover more than she ever thought possible. She decided then and there to give herself up to the opportunity and allow the even to progress in whatever way the kings wanted. She looked up at Patrick and then glanced furtively at Albert, “I’m always ready for some fun,” she answered.

  Patrick was grinning at her. Albert came up quietly, kissed her gently and quickly on the mouth and whispered, “I’ll be back soon.” Then as he walked away Patrick stood in front of her, the smile never leaving his face.

  “Oh Caroline, Caroline – I’m so happy you are here.” Then he kissed her, gently at first, and then harder and harder, his rough stubble grating against her skin. She felt the excitement build up in side of her and she realized that she had never felt this way before and never wanted a man so badly. “Is this your first time?” he asked her and she shook her head, “My second,” she whispered back. He smiled,

  “That’s good. And did you like it?” She looked down a bit and blushed, “It was okay,” she replied. “Well my beautiful Caroline, I’m going to make sure you have a different answer t
o that after this night. Tonight, you’re going to love it.”

  Then he turned her over and expertly undid the laces of her dress, slowly and deliberately, losing all the ribbons until the dress slid softly down to the floor. Because of the nature of the dress she wasn’t able to wear any under garments and so when the dress slid down she stood before him completely naked. It was the first time she had ever been naked in front of a man before. Her first instinct was to try cover herself but Patrick pushed her arms down and looked at her up and down.

  Her skin was porcelain white and her nipples were a dark pink. They were also standing erect and Patrick reached over to touch them, squeezing each one. She thought they were going to kiss again and she leaned forward in expectation but instead he took her hand and lead her out the room. They walked a bit until they reached another room and as he opened the door she stood back in surprise.

  The room was adorned with strange objects and a big lavish bed lay in the middle. She was about to say something but then Albert walked in. He was completely naked and holding what looked to be some sort of whip. His penis was hard and erect, something she had never seen up close before and she gasped out loud, unable to take her eyes away. He smiled at her as he took in her naked body, obviously happy with what he was seeing. Then he told Patrick to sit on the chair in the far corner of the room. It was a big chair and lay low without an arm rest. Patrick sat down. He was still fully clothed and the contrast between the two of them was striking and surprising.

  As he sat down Caroline felt Albert lead her towards the chair and he placed her so that she was lying down over Patrick. He bent down and tied her feet together with a soft pink cloth and then did the same with her hands. Then he moved her further forward so that her head was down onto the couch and her ass was in the air, on his lap. Caroline was too taken aback to say anything or do anything, she simply lay there trembling.

  Slightly frightened while highly excited at the same time. It was a weird sensation. She felt hands over her body, feeling her everywhere and she groaned at the sensation. Then suddenly, as soon as she started enjoying the feeling of hands on her body she felt the whip go down onto her bottom in a loud bang and she cried out in pain. Patrick put a hand over her mouth to quieten her and she watched as Albert put the whip down and then continued to slap her with her hand.

  She counted as he did it and after ten slaps in total he bent down and kissed her where it hurt. The kissing was soft and gentle and even though she ached from the pain she also ached from the enjoyment. Then Albert picked her up and took her to the bed, where he lay on top of her and kissed her.

  He whispered to her, “Oh Caroline, you were a bad girl. A bad girl. Will you be a good girl now?” She nodded, still unable to talk, groaning instead as he kissed her on the mouth and allowed his tongue to explore hers. Then he stood up and came to the edge of the bed where he tied her feet to the edge and then came to the top of the bed and did the same with her hands. Whatever happened now was completely up to him.

  She had no control over the situation and was wholly at his mercy. Something about that thrilled Caroline. The idea of totally letting go and giving yourself into someone else was far more exciting than she had thought possible. Starting from her toes he sucked on each one gently before slowly moving his way up to her calves, her knees, her inner thighs, until eventually he was back at her breasts again, kissing, sucking, nibbling and then ending off at her mouth. Caroline shivered even though the room was warm, she wanted to scream out in frustration while at the same time she never wanted this to end.

  Then, Albert walked away and she watched as he walked towards Patrick and kissed him desperately. Her eyes widened as she watched these two men kissing with more passion than she had ever seen before. It was one of the most incredible things she had ever seen and she didn’t want them to stop.

  Then Patrick pulled away, took off his clothes and came towards Caroline, who was still tied to the bed. As Caroline had suspected, Patrick was not as gentle as Albert and she was grateful as he didn’t even hesitate around her. Instead he moved on top of her and entered her, rocking over her while she gasped at the sensation.

  She had never felt anything so exhilarating and arched her head back and thrust her pelvis forward to enjoy it even more. She was still tied up and she allowed Patrick to completely consume her. She came hard and fast and cried out with joy. Patrick came up and kissed her gently on the mouth, while her body shook from the aftermath of what it had just experienced.

  Then, Albert came over, he untied her feet and her arms and then sat on the bed with the two of them. Then he kissed Patrick right in front of her, and while kissing him he moved his hand towards her, touching her softly. She couldn’t believe that she was getting excited again after what had just happened. She didn’t think her body would be able to withstand anymore and yet the more he touched her, the more she wanted. He stopped kissing Patrick and then moved into her, his body easily gliding inside her. He bent down and kissed her and then the two of them slowly made love. This time it was softer and gentler than before. All the while Patrick sat beside them, holding her hands and touching her breasts. She squeezed Patrick’s hand as she came again.

  After that Albert pulled the covers over her and both him and Patrick crawled into bed with her. In just a matter of seconds the three of them had fallen asleep together.

  ***

  When Caroline woke up the next morning she was alone in bed but next to her was her bag, a big towel and a note that said – Good morning beautiful, the bathroom is through the door to your right, please join us downstairs when you are ready.

  She went to the bathroom, showered and changed and then made her way downstairs, feeling nervous at the thought of seeing them again. She couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened last night and her body still ached from their touch. She knew instantly that she wanted more. She felt like a whole new person. A better person. More free than ever before. Patrick and Albert were sitting in the dining room, dressed in their best clothes and there was a beautiful breakfast feast laid out in front of them.

  It looked like they had not touched a thing, and they had probably been waiting for her to join them. She hoped she hadn’t kept them waiting long but neither of them seemed if they were in any rush whatsoever. She wondered what kings did with their day. As she walked in they both got up, each one kissing her gently on the cheek (although Patrick also kissed her on the mouth) and then offered a chair.

  Without any mention of the night before they spoke about trivial matters and enjoyed the delicious food. Then, when it was time for the carriage to collect her, she got up and bowed her thanks to them both for the wonderful evening, blushing as she spoke. She got into the carriage and waved goodbye, wondering what was going to happen next, and as she left she caught Patrick’s eyes who simply winked at her. She giggled to herself. What an experience!

  When she got home her parents were gushing with pride and couldn’t wait to hear how the evening had gone. It’s not often your daughter gets sent for an evening with the kings and they wanted to hear everything. Of course, she couldn’t tell them what had really happened, and so she told them about the food, the easy conversation and the dancing.

  She told them all about the castle and the servants and about the breakfast she had enjoyed that morning. They asked her if she liked them and she admitted that she did indeed but that she wasn’t sure which one she liked more. “Well,” her mom had said in reply, “I guess you’ll just have to see which one likes you then.” Which made her wonder the same. Just because she liked them both didn’t mean that they both liked her. Although, after what happened last night, she was quite certain that they both probably did.

  As the weeks went by she was sent to see the Kings a few more times. Sometimes only Albert would be there, sometimes it would just be Patrick, and often it would be the two of them. Each time she would be wined and dined and then the night would end in glorious ecstasy.

  She almost wis
hed that she could live out the rest of her life this way, with two handsome men constantly at her side. She knew that eventually one of them was going to ask her to be his wife and she wondered each time who it would be. And if so, would she still be able to have relations with the other.

  She didn’t dare ask and continued to just enjoy her time with them, allowing each of them to take her body as often as they liked. One night Patrick even asked her to be the one in control. It was on one of the evenings where Albert wasn’t around and she had been enjoying a one on one with Patrick, who as it turned out was actually quite a sweetheart deep down. The more she spent time with him the more she became aware of his vulnerabilities and his softer side.

  Taking control had been quite daunting at first and she had no idea what to do, but after she saw how excited Patrick was getting she became more confident. Every time he tried to speak she would tell him to keep quiet and she enjoyed the feeling of dominance that came over her. The role reversal had been quite a change and she was glad that she was allowed the opportunity to experience both sides. Both provided her with a different but equally interesting type of pleasure. For that evening she had made him her slave and made him do things to her that she wouldn’t never had dared to ask before. She had enjoyed the fact that he had asked her to do this. As a woman of very high confidence and very strong convictions it was good to see that there were men out there who were willing to give her the reigns every now and again. That sense of equality between them made her like them even more.