40 Explicit Adult Stories

by Heather Hearts

  “We?” Frank thought, wondering who all we was when Dr. Stevenson had said that but cleared his throat, “And that is?”

  “Well,” Dr. Stevenson said before he glanced over at Tara and leaned in to speak quietly to just Frank, “I didn’t wanna mention it in front of your wife, but how often do you masturbate?”

  “Not often. We fuck a lot.” Frank replied without hesitation before he looked over at Tara, “He wanted to know how often I masturbate.”

  “Well, it does temporarily reduce the number of semen in the testes, so if you’re doing it too often that could be your problem. Simple as that.”

  “Then we still have a problem, because I don’t do that… not, uh… anymore, ya know?” Frank said before the three of them chuckled; as Frank glanced over at Tara he noticed her nipples were hard but also felt like the room was a bit cold too and as he looked back at Dr. Stevenson he noticed the doctor glance at Tara’s tits, “What other solutions have you found?”

  “Have you thought about spicing your bedroom life up?” Dr. Stevenson said, making Frank somewhat glare over at Tara, angry that they were hearing the same thing before Frank sighed and looked back at the doctor, “I know, I know it’s just the standard procedures.”

  “Well what do ya mean by spicing up the bedroom life? I mean, we do it a lot and, uh, this one time we did it in the shower and it was pretty amazing. It was somehow different than before.” Frank said, informing the doctor as he wondered just what made it so different.

  “You might want to look into roleplaying. Some people find that attractive.” Dr. Stevenson said as he looked at his charts and as he did Tara looked over at Frank and had the look in her eyes.

  Chapter Four

  “Can I take a look?” Tara asked as she leaned over the doctor’s desk and looked down at the papers on the clipboard he’d brought in, intentionally putting her cleavage right in the doctor’s face; Frank couldn’t believe what Tara was trying to start but couldn’t see anything but himself and Tara in the backyard watching their son running around playing.

  “Surrogate.” Frank heard his own suggestion come back into his head as he casually glanced at the doctor to see if he was checking Tara out, and he was and it caused him to speak aloud, “What about a surrogate? I’d, uh… I’d rather not have surgery on my sailors.”

  “You might not need a surrogate, though…” The doctor said as Tara caught him looking at her tits; Dr. Stevenson’s face turned beet red as he looked back down at his paperwork but Tara grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast, “Wha… Ma’am, what are you doing?”

  “Trying something a bit more unorthodox.” Tara said as Frank nodding approvingly at the doctor as he grabbed ahold of his wife’s hips and pressed his cock into her ass before he gave a slow dry hump as the doctor started actually massaging Tara’s tit, “That’s it… We could… spice things up.”

  Frank slid his hands down the side of Tara’s hips as she started running her hands all over the doctor’s muscly shoulders. The doctor started kissing Tara’s sexy stomach as Tara began unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her c cup breasts that were still perky even without her bra holding them up. Frank’s hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled them out a little, shaking with anticipation while the doctor planted his face right between Tara’s tits and started motor boating her. Frank pulled his hands up Tara’s thighs and hiked her skirt up, seeing the dark red thong she was wearing and pressed his cock into her even harder. Suddenly, the door opened and everyone looked over at a female nurse standing at the doorway in awe of what was happening, yet she was slowly shutting the door, and then locked it.

  “Dr. Stevenson, you didn’t tell me we were having visitors.” Nurse Kelly said as she walked up and grabbed ahold of Frank’s hips and gave him a kiss on the lips while Frank gyrated his cock against Tara’s barely clothed vagina; Kelly walked up between the doctor and Tara and gave Tara a huge, wet kiss, stunning Frank for a moment as he started pulling Tara’s thong out of the way but what stunned Frank even more was when Tara got into it and started making out with Kelly, “Mmm, you kiss good.”

  “Baby, fuck me…” Tara moaned as she turned her head towards Frank just before he stuck the tip of his cock in her wet pussy, feeling it soaked compared to how it normally was and it was normally plenty wet; as Frank pushed his throbbing cock into Tara’s pussy Kelly hiked her skirt up and straddled the doctor’s hard cock while Tara and Kelly continued making out.

  “I’m… I’m gonnawake up.” Frank kept thinking as he pounded away at Tara’s sopping wet pussy, feeling her getting tighter and tighter; suddenly Tara spun around and got on her knees, shoving Frank’s cock in her mouth faster than ever and Frank somewhat worried he’d blow a load in her mouth, yet did everything he could to hold off; The doctor bent Kelly over his desk as Tara stood back up and Kelly was quick to grab Frank’s cock and start sucking on it while Frank fingered Tara as good as he could, causing her to moan but she stifled it, “This is just too awesome.”

  “No, not yet.” Kelly said, pulling Frank’s shaft out of her mouth for just a moment before she went back at it while Tara began making out with Dr. Stevenson; Tara ran her hands down Kelly’s back and grabbed her ass while the doctor thrust into her as hard as he could, making clapping sounds as he pounded and caused Kelly to stop sucking Frank off from moaning so much, “Mmmm… that feels good… But I wonder how yours feels.”

  “I am too.” Tara said, somewhat catching Frank off guard but all he could see was a chance at getting Tara pregnant, the surrogate he’d suggested and a moment later Kelly’s soft hands stroking his cock attracted his attention before Kelly started kissing her way up his stomach, jerking Frank off as she stood up; Tara pushed the doctor back down onto his chair and pulled herself onto not just his chair, but onto his cock, “Hey Dr. Sexy, wanna give me one of these?”

  “If this is goin’ to see the doctor I’d come visit more often.” Frank chuckled as he started making out with Kelly and pressed her against the file cabinets, running his cock along her pussy lips for a moment before he slid the tip of his cock inside her, finding her to be tighter than expected but didn’t mind

  Tara lowered herself onto the doctors dick as he took her blouse completely off and started sucking on her nipples as he gripped her ass tightly. The doctor picked Tara up, dick still in her, and layed her down on his desk before he continued thrusting while Tara unbuttoned his shirt from the bottom up, moaning as quietly as she could as the doctor thrusted harder and harder. Frank slammed away at Kelly’s pussy, holding her up to the cabinets by hooking his arms behind her knees, getting his full dick inside her with every thrust. Frank held her there as Kelly sucked on his neck and moaned louder than Tara.

  “Nobody gives a shit here. Let’s fuck.” The doctor said as he pounded Tara seemingly as hard as he could and Tara let loose with a loud moan, letting out everything she’d pent up before Frank layed Kelly down on the doctor’s desk on the other side from them.

  As the doctor continued thrusting away at Tara he leaned in and started sucking on her nipples for a moment while Frank did the same to Kelly, enjoying the pleasure he was getting, as well as the fact everyone was cool with it, especially his wife. A moment later and Frank leaned over and started making out with Tara, kissing his wife hard as he fucked Kelly just as hard, feeling himself getting close… wanting nothing but to stave it off. As Frank and Tara kissed, the doctor pulled out and started going down on Tara, licking her pussy lips as he fingered her and got her to climax. Frank pulled out and flipped Kelly over, grabbing two firm handfuls of her quite shapely ass as he bent her over before she arched her back and presented herself. Frank slid his dick inside her, slowly at first, but then slammed it in her as fast and hard as he could. Frank gripped her thighs as he thrusted away, feeling himself getting about too close to hold off yet just kept pounding away, listening to the sounds of both Kelly and Tara moaning. The doctor stood back up and Tara slid off the table to her knees, quickly taking the doc
tor’s cock in her mouth as Frank and Kelly started making clapping sounds again.

  “We’re definitelygonna need another appointment…” Kelly said, her voice breaking with ecstasy as she spoke through moans from Frank pounding away with everything he had, causing her busty tits to bounce back and forth from the motion; Frank reached up and grabbed ahold of Kelly’s tits, tightening the space between them before Kelly pushed herself up and pulled herself over to the filing cabinet, yet tugged Frank along, “Keep doing that, but up against this.”

  Frank grabbed ahold of Kelly’s tits and massaged them a bit as she slide her pussy down onto his shaft before Kelly leaned into the filing cabinet. Frank thrust hard into her sopping wet vagina as rapidly as Frank could possibly muster, gripping her hips to keep her in place as he fucked away. Tara pulled the doctor’s cock out of her mouth and rolled over, presenting herself for the doctor right there on the floor of his office and the doctor didn’t refuse, quickly hopping on Tara’s sexy booty. He thrusted his cock deep inside her as soon as he could, causing Tara to squirt a little as he did before the doctor squeezed her ass cheeks and pumped away. Frank thrust his cock deep inside of Kelly, feeling it in his loins that he was about to burst and kissed the side of Kelly’s neck as he continued to hold her in place against the file cabinets like she wanted. Frank thrusted once again and felt himself bursting, climaxing inside of Kelly as the two moaned in unison, almost matching up with the doctor and Tara’s moans as he fucked away, slapping Tara’s ass as he thrust before the doctor climaxed as well, yet continued slamming his cock inside Tara until he could feel his dick stop pumping semen out and even then he held it in her a moment. Both Tara and the doctor moaned in unison before the doctor pulled out and everyone started straightening their clothes out.

  “That was, uh,” Frank said before he cleared his throat as Tara leaned into him and wrapped her hand around him with a huge smile on her face, “that was pretty good.”

  “Yeah it was.” Dr. Stevenson said with a smile on his face too while Kelly flashed a seductive look at Frank before she left.

  “We’re definitelygonna have to set up another appointment.” Tara said as she looked up at Frank while they walked out into the hallway before the two headed out of the office holding hands.

  Story 22

  Chapter One

  The shop stank, it always did, right on the bank of the River Weser with the tannery upwind and the fish market stinking in the summer heat. Still, thought Thomasina, there are worse towns to live in. Though she had to concede to herself that there weren’t many.

  At least her place of employment was one of the better shops. Herr Geitner kept his shop clean, with lavender growing in the windows to try and keep the cities industrial stink from staining the clothes he sold to the wealthy men and women of the area.

  The old tailor ran the finest shop in the Princedom of Westphal and with the Prince’s birthday gala coming up the shop had been kept in a state of constant uproar with new seamstresses being brought in from out of town for a few weeks to keep up with the massive orders of new dresses and suits that came through daily.

  Thomasina was not a seamstress, her job was simply to look subservient in the antechamber of the large shop and keep the front of the shop clean. Her ability to read and write had singled her out for this more administrative role, and her ability to do sums had put her in charge of the shops complex accounting system.

  Once a week, when Herr Geitner hired a cart to take him upriver to place orders for cloth at the big market in the Princedom’s capitol, Thomasina would take payments and orders over the counter and keep the books in her crude handwriting.

  This week he had left her with the additional task of redesigning Lady De La Belvedere-Weiz’s dress. The old dress – which Thomasina had been made to act as tailors dummy for due to her similar size and figure to the great Lady – had been deemed too similar to the dress worn by an English Marquessa who had visited the De La Belvedere-Weiz estate in the spring.

  She would rather be reading or tackling the accounts, putting her mind to work, than playing with cloth swatches and speaking to the seamstresses in the back who though vapid in all other ways were talented and tasteful in their pursuit and understanding of the latest fashions.

  Standing behind the counter and selecting from a row of different coloured ribbons, Thomasina remembered the joy of learning to write and read, the pleasure of being able to perform and transform a word into a dark black ideogram on the paper which she could lift again and turn back into thought with just a glance of her eyes. The written dreams of others fueled her through the long hours and dark nights.

  But a new dress needed arranging and Herr Geitner trusted no one else with the task and so the ribbons called for her attention.

  Reading had opened the world for her, but the imagined world had run up against the town limits hard. She had been given a taste for the wider world, by the chapters of books that spoke of journeys abroad, or of fairy tales in ancient or invented lands, places where magic and wonder existed, very different from this city of industrial smog and pollution.

  Thomasina longed for that escape, to see a broader horizon, and to travel beyond it. To know more than just the town she lived in.

  And now, thanks to the two visitors to the shop, she had a plan to do just that.

  She had been minding the shop, a sprig of the window lavender held beneath her nose against the smell of the tannery which was working in overdrive in the wake of the cattle market. Her delicate hands inscribed the numbers from the receipts and orders into the large, leather bound ledger when the door was thrown open and with great pomp the two visitors – men in servants dress – strode into the room.

  One was tall, dressed in a wildly extravagant wig and wearing the palace servant’s livery on his epaulettes while the other wore rather more modest trappings the house of which Thomasina didn’t recognise.

  The men stood with backs straight and stern expressions, clearly expecting to deal with Herr Geitner, but on realising she was alone they relaxed. Thomasina could see the stress go out of the bewigged fellow with one deep breath and he picked up what had clearly been the two men’s conversation.

  ‘I get all sorts of women in to him that way. The old horn dog can’t get enough of the ladies from Frau Hemden’s. He requires them three or four at a time does the old horn dog.’

  Thomasina blushed a little at the crudity of the man’s speech. Who on earth can they be talking about.

  ‘Hello, Miss,’ said the more sensibly dressed servant. ‘Is Herr Geitner available. I have orders to place.’

  ‘He is not. But I can help you.’

  The man gave the name of his master, and barked out a string of requests for dresses and suits for the eleven children of that illustrious family.

  ‘And of course I know who you work for,’ Thomasina said to the more extravagantly dressed of the two men. The Prince, she thought, recognising the insignia on the man’s uniform.

  She scurried away to see if the requested coats were finished. As she rooted through the list of orders she listened to the odd conversation of the two men who traded their gossip as if such a scandal would mean nothing to the ears of a mere woman.

  Well, how do you like that? thought Thomasina. To be talked in front of like your not there. A woman’s lot is a terrible one sometimes.

  But it had its advantages she added listening to the tale of the men unfold. “Naturally I take it upon myself to sample the occasional example for myself,’ the bewigged man continued. ‘To ensure he received only the best prostitutes our city can offer.’

  The other man laughed. ‘I bet you do.’

  ‘And of course he pays all of us, me and the women, very well.’

  ‘Just shows,’ the other man said. ‘Just shows.’

  ‘Shows what?’

  ‘The richest among us are as base as the poorest. I’d never betray the churches sanction against fornication like that. The man that does, who cavorts wit
h filthy women of the night. Why, I’d as soon have them gutted as not.’

  He had clearly forgotten the bewigged man’s admission of dipping his finger in that particular pool himself and as his rant continued, still with a laugh in his voice but with a sinister undertone, the bewigged man had gone almost as pale as the curls of horsehair atop his head. ‘So how do you get them in with the old King still in charge?’

  Gossip over morality every time, thought Thomasina.

  ‘Simple, there’s an old tunnel in the old mill. Right under the water wheel. A door, never locked. Leads right up into the wine cellar. Plenty of worse sins gone on down there than a little solicitation.’

  ‘Dark deeds in dark times.’

  It must be the Prince who has these deplorable tastes! thought Thomasina.

  The old King was famous for how strict he was about prostitution in his lands. Not that anyone followed his directives apart from the priests, and even they were known to take time off from exhorting the prostitutes to use their services when the collection box was full enough to allow it.

  But if the Prince was sneaking in ladies of low repute in he might be worried about his father coming to know of his sins. If only she could speak to the Prince, perhaps she could use this information to gain a favour.

  A good word from the Prince and a fine dress might just snag her a whirlwind romance with a member of the Prince’s aristocratic circle. She need never work in a place like this shop again if she could find someone to love her with a bit of land and a fine home.

  She leaned in and listened closer, but the men soon changed their topic of conversation to their domestic struggles and Thomasina lost interest as she formed her own plans.

  With this information she had leverage. With the tunnel she could access the castle. With the gala she knew where she could find the prince this very evening and with the unused dress of Mrs De La Belvedere-Weiz, she had clothing fit for a Prince’s gala.