40 Explicit Adult Stories

by Heather Hearts

  “You learn something new every day.” He grunted, pushing her head back down over his erection. “Why, until this morning I didn’t know spanking a grown woman would make my Willie go north of the border like hell was on its tail.”

  “Oh, A J, spank me again,” She moaned, as he grabbed a handful of her luxuriant blonde hair. “I’m such a bad slut…”

  “There’s time enough for that later, you little vixen.” Hartford groaned and dragged her up and threw her on the bed.

  Amy Sue sprawled out before him, her legs spread out wide, her hot and wet spread welcoming him to a feast. He knelt down over her, placing his pulsing erection over her quivering virgin opening, gently nudging the red hot head at the swollen lips.

  She sensed the heat of his gleaming cockhead as it probed her wetness. Hartford grabbed her curvy hips and roughly impaled her on his thick manhood. The cattle baron’s foot long cock felt like a searing spear plowing its way in. The pain made her scream; she dug her nails into his back and shoulders spewing abuse at him.

  “Oh, Fuck… you old fart… you’re so big.” She wailed, thrusting her hips upward against him. “You’re killing me… you fucking wife beater.”

  He laughed sardonically, pushing even more of his erection into her. Her knees and elbows trembled as he filled her up. The pulsing throb of his thickness inside made her belly churn and set her pussy on fire. His rough fingers clawed into her hips, pinching hard and making her wince, but the pain added to the pleasure building up inside her. His rock hard cock was all the way in and his huge hairy balls slapped against her plush ass. She felt the pain going down; replaced by a pleasure she had never even dreamed of.

  “Oh, shit… it’s so good, A J, you’re so fucking good.” Her lust laden voice echoed around the bedroom.

  She wriggled her hips under his massive bulk, feeling his cock stretch her even more. She threw her arms around his thick bull neck, kissing him passionately on the lips. He returned her kiss savagely, biting her full lips, bringing tears to her eyes. The tender pain of his love bites turned her on further, adding fuel to her lust.

  He cupped her smallish breasts roughly, squeezing down hard. She gasped, her body stiffening as his fingers tweaked her hard puffy nipples, sending electric sparks all though her. She reached lower, raking across his dense back and dug her nails savagely into his granite hard buttocks. His cock throbbed harder inside her; she felt it get thicker and stretch her even more. She could feel the heat rising as Hartford began to move his cock back and forth inside her slippery tunnel, making her shiver and feel hot at the same time.

  Hartford reached under and grabbed her neck along with a fistful of her golden hair; his hips continued to grind against her. His hard fingers dug into her slender neck, wrapped in her hair. She realized that she had begun to enjoy the dominating role he was playing. She suddenly felt like she wanted to be dominated, by a man of strength and vigor, a man who knew what he wanted and stopped at nothing to get all he wanted, with no compromises.

  “Oh, A J, please, I am your little slave.” She whimpered. “Punish me; fuck me till I can’t move anymore.”

  “Fuck, yeah, you little slut.” She heard him grunt and his rough palm smacked her across her soft breasts.

  It stung hard and she let her tears flow, she knew that turned him on. She discovered, much to her surprise, that she was really getting into being disciplined. A man who could make her feel vulnerable and yet loved at the same time was what she felt she needed. She arched her back, thrusting up her breasts at him invitingly, begging him for more.

  “Oh, Lord… this is so good, cow man…” She cried out. “Punish me, daddy… slap me silly.”

  “Hell, yeah, you city slicking whore.” He groaned, slamming down on her with increasing power. “I’ll slap and spank all that arrogant spunk out of you… and the more you misbehave, the more you’re going to get what’s coming.”

  “Oh, fuck… are you tossing me a dare?” She laughed; throwing her shapely legs around his waist, feeling his thickness swell even more inside. “I do love a good dare.”

  “Don’t we all know that?” His gasped, laughing. “We all… know that… Amy Sue.”

  She sensed his breath shorten rapidly; working up into an intense orgasm. An exhilarating rush went through her body; the thought of him going to orgasm inside her excited her like never before. She couldn’t wait to feel his throbbing cock burst out its seeds of life into her. Bucking her hips upward, encouraging his downward strokes, she met his intensity with equal fervor. Amy Sue could feel her own orgasm building up into a crescendo. The tempo of his rapid strokes and his huge balls slapping her smarting welt scarred ass became too extreme for her to bear. Her trembling body begged for pleasure, its frenetic arousal drowned her mind with chaos. All she could think of was his thick impaling cock gliding in and out of her.

  Hartford grunted loudly and pushed in deeper. He stopped abruptly, holding position over her, pressing his pelvis down hard. She gasped as his cock came even more alive inside her, swelling and disgorging its hot, erupting mix of semen and sperm. He wore a look of contorted pain on his rugged face, as if his life was being sucked out of him. She hugged his neck tightly, kissing him deeply on the mouth, tasting the tobacco in his breath.

  Suddenly Amy Sue’s bright blue eyes widened, Hartford’s powerful release splashing deep inside her triggered her own shower of climax, all over the warmth and vigor of his ejaculation. Her body shuddered under him as she came over his erupting erection, moaning and sobbing into his thick neck. Their orgasms combined, consummating their union as man and wife. Her soft moans of satisfaction chorused with his ragged groans as the large man rolled off her and lay on his back, his massive chest heaving as much as her tender bosom.

  After a few minutes, he abruptly stood up and pulled on his trousers and shirt. She lay there, naked and covered in perspiration, watching him with glazed eyes. He found his hat and placed it on his head before walking out of the bedroom.

  When she felt her strength returning she slipped on her night clothes and gingerly walked down the stairs to find him sitting by the fire, stroking the large wolf’s head as it lay by his feet.

  “That’s it; you just pull up your pants and walk away.” She addressed him with a sneer. “No love talk, no after cuddles?”

  “You still have to earn that, Missy.” He drawled lazily.

  “Oh, really, so what now… you keep roughing me up every night.” She asked with a hint of eager excitement.

  “No, not for a while now.” He shook his head as the large wolf looked up and cocked its furry head at her, its ears erect and sharp. “We’ll go the love and cuddles way you’re looking for from now on.”

  “But why?” She protested. “I like the rough stuff too.”

  “Not while you’re carrying my child.” He leaned back on the chair.

  “What?” She froze in mid-step.

  “Yes.” He nodded, smiling warmly at her for the first time.

  “How on God’s Earth can you tell that?” She eyed him in disbelief.

  “I can’t, but Bruno can… inspiring senses some animals have.”

  Story 26

  Lady Morgana Moress painfully hauled herself up to the low-lying bed, situated just in front of her – inside this tiny, sparse room she had been locked inside yet again. The young girl was perspiring slightly, breathing heavily, and... horny as all hell!

  For the inexperienced little wench, that foul-mouthed and ill-tempered girl, had just had Baron Broodclaw's massively engorged cock jammed down her throat... and she had loved it! Every second, every inch, every gag and every choke!

  The way this enigmatic older man, with his austere mood and stern personality, had dominated her so thoroughly! The virgin girl was left to his every wanton whim and depraved desire... the very thing she had been longing for! As all should know by now, that the 19 year old woman had been sent (forcefully shipped, as it were) by her father to live with the mysterious Baron – way out in h
is manor which found itself situated on the rocky precipice, right near the sea on one side and surrounded by dark, spooky woodlands on the other. A place one might expect to be full of fanciful thoughts and spectacular doings... but in reality, it seemed to be a place where naughty girls were turned good and lewd men were made to feel good.

  Morgana reached a hand down, fumbling with the sturdy underwear which Miss Thatch (Baron Broodclaw's elderly maid) had so roughly placed upon her. The discipline undergarments as the Baron referred to them as. A pair of panties which prevent any sort of pleasuring, at all! Oh my, and how torturous this was to the young virgin... Thinking back to how wonderful and warm the mature man's orgasmic fluid had felt upon her lips and face! The shot of liquid passion having only left her face just a mere few minutes ago. For which she was now being punished – as the Baron had no instructed her to consume his fiery seed. This lewd act was performed by the impudent lass all of her own accord.

  Just the kind of behavior the demanding Baron Broodclaw did not tolerate! Not in the least!

  She bit her lip, leaning against the bed, dreaming of Baron yet again. His well-slicked love pole filling her throat, time and time again... oh lord, why did he have to deny her now! Of all times! The young lady just wanted relief. Though in truth, what she actually desired was to feel the older fellow's manhood pushing deep inside her southern slit. The way he teased her with the sensuous item was more than cruel! And now being left in this cold room by her lonesome, and prevented from handling her own goods! It was beyond madness!

  Lady Morgana Moress flipped over onto her back, reclining down onto the bed, where she fantasized filthy things about the Baron... all the while, that young, untouched feminine hole of hers gushed the wet cravings that she could not satisfy... not yet, anyway.

  “I'll have you yet...” The girl muttered to herself, sick with arousal. “You old goat!”

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  She awoke some time the next morning to hear the sound of loud, mirthful voices coming from the other side of her door. That damned door! Locked and sealed for all she knew. Baron Broodclaw had made sure Miss Thatch closed the little girl off, left in there to whine and grimace, lamenting her pitiable situation. Just the way he liked it.

  Discipline was a must in his house. And if the naughty lass wasn't going to deliver such a thing, then he would increase the severity of his methods. That is what her father had wanted, anyway. And a pretty price he had paid! Though, the Baron's services were very highly recommend. He'd never failed to instruct a bothersome girl yet... but, as it was said, something felt different about the snappy Lady Morgana. She was a new breed of ill-manner that the mature man had not yet encountered.

  The voices, so far as she could tell, at least one of them belonged to the strict Baron Broodclaw. He possessed a certain way of speaking, a very distinguished elocution as it were. The very sort which made Morgana weak at the knees, wet and horny with desire. Just thinking back to how he had... well, that tale was for another time.

  Lady Morgana Moress rose from the bed, making her way over to the door where she pressed a warm ear against the cold wood surface – an attempt to better eavesdrop, of course, one of her specialties which Reginald Moress, the girl's father, had found especially irritating. Why, there had been many occasions where he reached for his switch or caning stick; anything to wallop the girl with after he'd caught her listening in on private discussions. Though, she was usually quick enough to escape his wrath – leaving with her little collection of private confessions and what have you.

  It wouldn't be a problem this time, for the woman had nowhere to go. She was, perforce as it seemed, meant to listen in. And so, that is precisely what the young lass did.

  “A difficult case, is she?” One of the voices intoned, although slightly muffled given the circumstance.

  “Indeed,” the Baron replied (and it was here that Lady Morgana's heart skipped a beat). “A real irritant at that. The most cantankerous lass you will ever meet, my good man. But...”

  “Yes? But...?” His companion questioned. It seemed to be an obvious ploy by the Baron, leaving his sentence hanging out in the air like that – baiting his friend to press on for the juicy details.

  “You should see the splendor of her body... sheer perfection,” came Baron Broodclaw's delighted reply.

  And in turn, Lady Morgana was taken aback with pleasure. The girl found herself filled with a new, intense feeling of lust. Hearing the Baron, that dreamy older man, refer to her in such a fashion did nothing to stifle the growing wetness between her legs – despite the disciplining undergarments... A woman still needed to drip when the juices flowed, surely.

  “Oh ho! You sly devil!” The other fellow cackled. “A real angel physique, is it?”

  “Mmm, as comely as one could imagine... her lovely pale flesh, almost milky white in tone and smooth as marble, yet supple as a tender peach. Perfect... and just ripe for the taking,” the Baron commented.

  “Oh... ripe for the taking, you say?”

  “Mm, indeed. Why else would I have requested you make the journey here, my good man?”

  Morgana leaned in even closer to the door now, nearly shoving her head through the hinge! Those pert breasts of hers were pressed quite firmly against the wood, causing them to push upward in a most enticing manner. The exquisite feminine globes, still pure and chaste.

  “I would hope for nothing less, Broodclaw!” The gentleman laughed once more. “Now, when will I meet this little sharp tongued shrew?”

  “So eager today, are you Fentworthy?” The Baron chuckled. “Have I talked the rogue up so much that you have lost all semblance of patience?”

  “My good Baron,” the compatriot said, “the road has been long... and the spear underused as of late.”

  “Ah yes, say no more – I'm sure we will have a suitable location for you to sheath your spear in...”

  “I should hope so!” Lord Fentworthy replied.

  “Now then, let us rouse the little girl, shall we?” Smiled the Baron.

  “By all means...”

  And upon hearing this, young Lady Moress gulped quite audibly.

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  She raced hither and thither – darting from one side of the room and then back to the other, quite unsure how such a supposedly cantankerous lass should position herself for the impending barge-in. And though her southern slit had grown markedly wet merely from listening to the men talk, another part of her brain wanted to maintain the facade of reluctance.

  Having the Baron's cock shoved down her throat may have been a delectable treat, and the best experience of her life, but the rakish girl could hardly show them that! When on earth does a tigress expose her soft underbelly? Never! She must always be alert, aware, and feisty.

  Lady Morgana then set about pondering what this Lord Fentworthy would look like – she certainly hoped he would be on par with the Baron, yet this somehow seemed doubtful to the virgin temptress. It would require an awfully handsome man to surpass the stern Baron! But... she wondered, why in the world would Broodclaw bring in another man for disciplining her? Surely he must keep good company? And, despite the short amount of time transpiring between the brief discussion and this current moment in time, the fanciful lass had already formed at least a dozen or so images of how Fentworthy might appear – and better yet, what the two of them would do to her!

  With their footsteps fast approaching, she decided to grab the nearest brush and position herself in front of the commonplace mirror.

  Suddenly, without warning, it happened...

  Knock! Knock! Knock!

  “What is it!” She spat with a fluttering heart, the comb trembling in her hand. “Be you the old hag or the ancient pervert!”

  “Oh my, Broodclaw!” His companion chuckled. “She is quite the devil, isn't she?”

  “Now, now Lord Fentworthy... Young woman, this as you very well know is Baron Broodclaw.” His voice was once more muffled by the woodwo
rk, but clearly audible – and each word seemed to send yet another jolt of excitement down to the girl's greedy little cunt.

  Half a second later, she heard the key being inserted into that confounded lock.

  “Oooh...” She moaned, biting her lip.

  In the next instant, she spotted the door being swung open while looking in her mirror. In entered the ever dapper, suave Baron Broodclaw. But, even though she yearned for her master's large and sexual man-staff... it was this Lord Fentworthy that she was curious to see. His visage would either enforce... or ruin her fantasies of lust and lewdness.

  Lady Morgana refused to turn around – as the impudent pup stood there, casually brushing her hair in a cavalier manner, as if to say the intrusion and the men themselves caused her no alarm. She held them in so little regard, that the pair of lascivious instructors didn't even warrant the batting of an eye lash. Although, of course, and quite secretly at that, she wished to have those confounded disciplining undergarments removed from her lady bits – and instead, to have the Baron's engorged, thick ramming rod do just that – ram her, hard and deep!

  “Well, well little girl...” the Baron began with a rather mocking tone. “Is that anyway to treat our new guest? I would have thought you'd be a little more well-behaved after yesterday morning's events.”

  “And why would that be so? For having been violated by an old goat like you?” Morgana chuckled impertinently. “And now you bring an additional rogue to do your bidding? Here I thought the great Baron Broodclaw was supposed to be the masterful instructor and discipliner of little women.”