Explicit Content: Red Hot Stories of Hardcore Erotica

by Reggie Chesterfield

  “Oh,” she said. She completely understood. Coming from a lower socio-economic status, it made sense that he hadn’t been afforded the educational opportunities that would have allowed him to spell the name correctly.

  “Is she someone special to you?”

  At this he started laughing. “She sure is! I think of her every time she turns me in for not paying my child support!”

  After he stopped laughing, she realized that they were really making a bond. She also began to notice just how turned on she was getting by him. She saw that he apparently was getting quite aroused as well. He had an obvious erection that could clearly be seen through his grubby jeans. He made no attempt to hide it. It was long and thick and was straining the denim. He was definitely hung, that was for sure. He also kept staring at her large breasts and ample cleavage that was revealed by her low-cut peasant dress.

  He reached out and stroked his erection and smiled at her. “I bet you ain’t ever seen one this big, have you?”

  She softly shook her head. It was then that she began to get wet. She couldn’t believe that she was feeling this way about this person. This man who just a short time ago was stealing her guttering to sell as scrap metal. She should be angry with him, but she just wasn’t. She should be feeling sorry for him, but she wasn’t doing that either. All that was happening was that she was getting more and more turned-on. She was beginning to feel genuine lust.

  He snorted. “I figured you hadn’t. Put your eyes back in your head and figure out where you’re going to take me to eat.”

  She was a little surprised that he said this. Most men would be begging to have sex with her now. But he wasn’t. All he was concerned about was filling his stomach. It took a lot of effort on her part, but she decided that he was right. She figured that it would be a good idea to engage him and find out where he wanted to eat. Besides, she needed to cool things off a little.

  “So, there’s a great little Lebanese place up on the corner. It has the best babaganoush.”

  He turned and looked at her like she was crazy. “That sounds like a bunch of bullshit. I thought you said we was going somewhere fancy.”

  At that, without saying a word, he pulled into one of those chain fried fish places, Aunt Fatty’s Fish Fry. It was the worst one, too. Just the thought of all that grease made her want to take a shower.

  “Here’s where I want to eat,” he said.

  She sighed. “Okay, if this is what you want,” she said. She hated these places. They were so corporate and unhealthy. And unhip. However, she knew that given his circumstances, he probably didn’t know any better. To him, one of these places was probably quite sophisticated.

  As they got out of the truck, he stopped her.

  “First, I think there’s something we need to take care of.”

  “What do you mean?” she asked, taken aback.

  “You know,” he said and grinned. Then he stroked his hard-on. “I said that you needed to figure out where you were going to take me and you did.”

  “Okay...” she said. She could feel her breathing speeding up again. She wasn’t really sure what he was getting at, but she had an idea.

  He unzipped his pants and smirked. “You and I both know that fish tastes better after you fuck.”

  She was flabbergasted at his forwardness, but the free spirit in her wanted what it wanted. She was happy that he had made the first move because she wasn’t sure how she was going to be able to keep her hands off that dick during dinner.

  He took her by the hand and led her over to the dumpsters. Now, they were in private. The stench was a little strong, but it only added to the danger for her. He noticed from her nervousness that she was in unfamiliar territory there next to the trash.

  “Don’t tell me that you ain’t never done it next to a dumpster.”

  Esme shook her head. She couldn’t vocalize how horny this situation was making her.

  He felt her large, full breasts and was happy to see that her nipples were already erect. “I think you know what to do,” Terrell said, pulling down his pants to reveal his much larger than normal sized cock. The imprint through his jeans didn’t disappoint. It was definitely one to make the mouth water.

  Esme sure did know what to do. She knew that sex was the great equalizer amongst the classes and that if rich people fucked more poor people the world would be a much better place. Especially if they had cocks like that. It was big enough to rival her best dildo. It would fit inside her quite nicely. She was so happy that she was going to finally find the sexual release she had been seeking since meeting Terrell that she almost came from the anticipation of what was going to happen next.

  As she went to her knees and got down to business, he lit a cigarette. He exhaled sharply as she began sucking. She worked the head at first, not minding that she was kneeling on the dirty asphalt. He moaned with ecstasy as she skillfully moved her mouth and tongue up and down the length of it, becoming more and more aroused as the erogenous zones in her mouth were stimulated. She had always loved sex, but usually she had been the dominant one in her relationships. The guys she had been with had always been sensitive to her needs and afraid of offending her. This would not be the way with Terrell, she knew. It excited her. He wasn’t going to give one shit about what she wanted. It was going to be about him and what she needed to do to satisfy him. This loss of control made her even hornier.

  She kept on and she could feel herself growing more and more aroused. She reached down and pulled up her skirt and began rubbing her clit through her panties as she sucked and soon reached orgasm.

  “Damn!” Terrell said in admiration as she gave him head. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

  She nodded, still working the cock. Terrell’s eyes began rolling back in his head at this point and she could taste the precum so she knew that it was time for him to really insert himself into the upper middle class.

  She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. She then lifted up her skirt and turned around, bending over to present her pussy to him. Without hesitation, he pushed himself inside her. With his cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, he was rough, not caring if she was ready or not, as he plowed his way in. However, she was very ready and he went in easily and filled her up so completely that he stimulated almost every nerve ending in her vagina.

  He began thrusting and she came almost instantly when he hit bottom and then rode him some more to another one. Terrell was having a hard time keeping up with her as she rammed hard against him. Still, he held his own and fucked her the way that she wanted and needed to be fucked.

  As she pushed against him, her head was filled with all sorts of fantasies about a life with Terrell. About how he just wasn’t some academic pushover who spent all his time in the library or dreaming about a sabbatical to Europe. She thought about how he had never read a book and probably never wanted to. She thought about how he probably believed in professional wrestling and how he shopped at Wal-Mart. She thought about him snacking on Vienna sausages and potted meat. After a point, it was too much for her and she came to a screaming writhing orgasm, not caring who heard her. However, the sound of traffic nearby was so loud that no one did.

  This was the point at which Terrell had had enough. He was going to have to come. He just wasn’t going to be able to hold it any longer. Never before had he been subjected to the full release of a lifetime of sexual frustration and class guilt. He liked it, but it was a bit overwhelming. Even for him.

  Sensing that he had reached his limit, Esme wanted to do this thing right, the way that she knew that Terrell had watched in the porno movies to which he was probably addicted. She turned around and got down on her knees and sucked him until he shot his load all over her face.

  Esme licked the cum from her lips and smiled as she looked up at him, hoping for a sign of appreciation. Anything that would tell her that he had thought she had done a good job would have completed her bliss. However, she would have to wait an
y verbalization of his approval.

  “Damn, girl. You’re gonna have to clean off before we eat,” he said dismissively as he lit another cigarette and zipped up his pants and went into the restaurant, leaving her there alone next to the dumpster.

  Some women would have been insulted, but not Esme. She sat down there on her knees and continued to smile. She had now had a taste of how the other half lived—quite literally— and she liked it. No, she loved it. It was like she had finally found what was missing in her life on a base level. That was how she wanted to live life. She wanted to go for the gusto and do what nature dictated. She wanted to do what felt good. Terrell had done that for her. He had opened a door that she knew could never been shut again. Sex with a scrounger like him had been the most fulfilling she had ever had. She had finally been satisfied sexually. And he could care less about this because he had also been sexually satisfied.

  The kicker was that she couldn’t believe it but she was already horny again.

  After they ate, he fucked her again in the ladies room and asked to move in with her. Without hesitation, she had said yes and she had been supporting him ever since.

  * * * * *

  So now, she was again in a state of blissful anticipation which would soon grow to a horny, edgy longing. It would be temporary though because she knew all too well that Terrell had exactly the tool to fix this problem. After her lecture, he was going to fuck her. Sure, it was not a life she would ever had envisioned for herself or what anyone who knew her would have ever dreamed possible, but it felt right. It felt right for her sex life and it felt right for her class guilt. It was a little ironic in fact, the idea that someone like her would be so smitten with a guy like Terrell. And this made it that much better.

  Sure it was an odd relationship, however, it worked and when she thought about it, she really did have a storybook relationship. It was real in how it was a reflection of the real world. She was with this emotionally unattainable man who did not appreciate her in the least and she was this intellectual who over-thought and over-analyzed everything. But that’s what made the thing sizzle. The challenge and the simplicity it brought to her complicated life was extremely satisfying. She would do everything in her power to make him happy and on the off chance she succeeded, things would be better than they ever were in a normal relationship.

  And then she thought about tomorrow. She was going to take things one step further. She was going to get a tattoo. A tramp stamp, in fact. And after that, she was going to the Wal-Mart to shop for halter tops and hot pants. He said he wanted her to start wearing those. It’s what he liked. And come to think of it, she was starting to like them too.

  Bonely

  Bonely yawned and stretched before he put his laptop into his bag. It was another boring day for him and he wondered just what he was going to do to fill his time. He had been unemployed for a while and had kind of gotten used to it. And while he knew that would probably be skewered for thinking this, he was actually quite comfortable with having so much leisure time and was really beginning to enjoy his routine. He would sleep in, casually get dressed and then go to the coffee shop and surf the web for free. Yes, it was nice having time to do stuff of course, but sometimes it did get a little boring. However, this was a small price to pay for having so much freedom.

  Of course, he had noticed the ladies smiling at him from the table directly across from him in the coffee shop. The fact that they were doing their best to get him to notice their already very noticeable cleavage was not lost on him. One of them, the blonde, definitely spent a lot of time in the sun and he could easily see the spray of freckles on her boobs. The brunette just stared at him and openly licked her lips, letting him know that she was by all means interested. No, this wasn’t lost on him. No, not at all. They gave him that desperate, longing look and he could see just how horny they were. He could see just how much they wanted to fuck him. He knew that they would think about him as they masturbated later that day. He also knew that they would rub their smooth pussies to enormous orgasms at the very thought of him sitting there working on his laptop in the coffee shop. On top of this, he also had seen that their nipples were fully erect. Yes, he had noticed all this and like their nipples, he was also fully erect.

  But that was the problem.

  You see, for most men, the opportunity, this opportunity, to have sex with some very sexy MILFs would have seemed like a dream come true. Especially for a guy who looked like Bonely. He was, by all considerations, too skinny and too dopey looking to normally get this kind of attention. He also didn’t dress in the most fashionable way. Due to his fairly open schedule, he usually just wore sweatpants and t-shirts. In fact, a guy who looked like him would have killed for this kind of action. Even with women a tenth as hot. However, this wasn’t the case for Bonely. He got this all the time and it was solely because of what he was packing between his legs. To say he was hung would have been an understatement. Possessing well over a foot of thick, well-hung man-meat, he was every woman’s dream. This was the problem. It was true that every woman wanted to screw him, but once they did, they always found that he just didn’t fit. His massive cock was just too uncomfortable. He was just too big. He spoiled the dream for them. He would give them his best, or as much of the best as he could fit into them and that would be that. He was a line item on their bucket list—fuck the largest cock possible. They would do the deed, mark him off and never call him back.

  As a result, he was a very lonely young man.

  But the thing was that Bonely didn’t care that women used him for sex. No, he didn’t mind that at all. While love would have been a nice thing to have, simple human contact would have sufficed for him at this point. It was just that after taking in the full scope of his immense organ, they only wanted to look at it. The rest of them were just too intimidated to even make an attempt. So, it went without saying that if he could have found a woman who actually wanted to keep having sex with him merely for his prodigious physical attribute, he would have still been a very happy person. However, he couldn’t even find that.

  So, he sat in the coffee shop and smiled at the very sexy women sitting across from him. He could fuck them, sure, but he just didn’t feel like dealing with the emotional duress their ultimate rejection would give him later. He was in a good mood and didn’t want to ruin his day.

  He left the coffee shop and took a deep breath. This was getting frustrating. Those women were definitely hot and he could just taste their pussies. That was another thing. He never got perform cunnilingus on a woman, which was one of his favorite things. They weren’t interested in his tongue, only in his dick. This was equally frustrating. Just thinking about them was making him so horny he couldn’t see straight. His cock was so hard that it was hardly contained by his sweatpants. He was so uncomfortable and turned on, he was going to have to do something about it.

  Outside the coffee shop, he looked around saw that no one was paying attention to him or his larger-than-life penis. He snuck into the alley beside the coffee shop and pulled down his pants. His penis felt good to be out and unrestrained. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes and began stroking it. He thought about the MILF with the freckled boobs and immediately got into the zone. Man, she was hot! He could imagine doing her in the living room of her McMansion. It just had to be furnished with stuff from Pottery Barn! He hit a new level of ecstasy as he imagined licking her waxed pussy up and down while her eyes rolled back in her head at the attention of his magic tongue. He tried not to think about how there was no way that she could handle him and that it would only end up breaking his heart and making him feel badly about himself. All he wanted to think about was what could be, if only.

  If only! He thought about the other one, the brunette. What an ass! The thought of filling up her smooth snatch while her husband sat on the couch and read the Wall Street Journal really kicked it in for him. She looked like she could definitely handle him. She looked like she could more than handle him. He was
really getting turned on now and could feel a large load coming on. He just pushed all thoughts of rejection out of his head as he built towards his climax right there in the alley.

  He was almost there. Oh, sweet relief! he thought as he was about to blow his wad, but then he got a strange feeling. Something seemed weird. He began to feel like he was being watched. This couldn’t be! He opened his eyes.

  “Hi, there.”

  Bonely gulped and blinked. He had been caught! There was someone standing right in front of him! A very buxom redheaded young woman wearing glasses was looking at him and smiling!

  “Ooops!” he said, embarrassed. “I’m so sorry!” He hurried and tried to pull up his pants, but his boner was still way too large. It was hopeless and there was no way he could run away with his johnson sticking out of his pants. “Please don’t call the cops!” he pleaded. “I’m not a creep. I just got too turned on!”

  She smiled at him. “Oh, don’t worry about a thing. I was quite enjoying the show.” She then started giggling.

  Bonely breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks.”

  “You’re quite the specimen, you know,” the girl said. “I bet you’re very popular with the ladies.”

  At this Bonely sighed again. “Yeah, but it’s not quite what it’s cracked up to be.”

  “Oh, really?” she said and lowered her glasses as she took in his extraordinary manhood.

  When she said this, Bonely saw where exactly this was going and decided to nip it in the bud. He had heard this so many times before he could recite it by heart. It was not the first time a woman had propositioned him after seeing his enormous cock. He decided to just go ahead and air his frustrations. “Well, everybody thinks it’s so wonderful having a dick like this but believe me it’s as much of a curse as it is a blessing. Sure, it’s great being the biggest guy in the locker room, but girls just get scared of it. They think it will be amazing, but it’s when they can’t get it in that reality sets in. They just leave and never call me again. Plus, it gets uncomfortable as hell whenever I get a hard-on. Regular pants aren’t designed for a cock like this.”