Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  He had never had a chick that made him blow both his nuts before but as he slipped from her slick slit it was evident that he had done just that. He had topped her off to the brim as he stared at her cum filled pussy that so greedily fought to keep all his cum inside her. She was so exhausted she could barely stand. When she could finally stand up he watched as a trail of cum trickled down her thigh.

  He picked her up and carried up the couple steps to the bathroom off the kitchen. He helped her stand in the tub and turned on the shower. He couldn’t help but become entranced by her body as he watched the warm water sluice over every curve and valley. He kissed and nibbled over every piece of exposed flesh. She tasted sweeter than milk and honey.

  He lathered up a washcloth and gently washed her down taking gentle care knowing she would be sore and ache in places she had never felt before. He paid special mind to her pussy and nipples. From the amorous look in her eyes the night was far from over. He carefully rinsed her off and dried her body. He wrapped her in a large white robe he never used and carried her into the living room. He got a couple of ice packs and placed one between her legs, one around her wrist and one along the side of her face. He then nestled her into him on his huge couch making sure that she got plenty of rest for the rest of the night to come.

  It had been a while since Bear had someone in his arms and he couldn’t remember it ever feeling anything like this. She was his li’l runaway, his to protect, cherish and to love. He was her savior; he rescued her when she didn’t know she needed rescuing. It was in his arms she would learn her most important lessons. In the world as crazy as ours, these two opposites would attract. Together as one they made sense. Apart they would never make it on their own. She was young enough to be the daughter he never had and he was old enough to be her steadfast rock. Age is just a number and the heart can’t lie.

  Story 30

  The man was undressing the woman gradually, peeling her layer of clothing, piece by piece. They were kissing amorously and unaware of anything around them. I squinted over the keyhole to get a larger view of the scene. Their lips were glued to each other and the man’s fingers were busy on the mound between her thighs. The woman was moaning delightedly and was making funny unintelligible noises. My patch watered as I felt my nipples harden and my breath quicken.

  Suddenly, there was a stinging smack on my buttocks. I straightened, taken aback at the abrupt intrusion.

  My aunt hollered at me, “What are you up to now?”

  She sneaked a peek into the keyhole and her jaws dropped. “Why you, you evil lass, I shouldn’t have brought you home. You’re a disgrace to my family. Get out of my house.”

  I stood rooted to the spot, caught in the act of invading my maternal aunt’s privacy and with no excuse to offer.

  “I should have never adopted you. Get out of my house, you whore,” she shoved me roughly into my room. “Pack your bags and leave!”

  I was so astounded that my body moved like an automaton, and before I knew it, I was shoved outside, and the door banged shut behind me.

  Events happened so fast I had no time to think rationally. And there I was standing alone in the middle of the street, not knowing where to go. At least, I escaped her wrath. I consoled myself.

  The first thing that came to my mind was to look for a place to live in. My parents both died in a car crash two years ago, when I was 16, and I had no other relatives to go to.

  That day, I wandered the streets with a few dollars in my pocket, eating whatever I could with my meager budget. I had to scrimp and stretch my money because I didn’t know how long my money would last. Plus, I had to look for a job or I’d die on the streets. I bought a newspaper and patiently perused the ads section. There were numerous jobs by they needed someone who had graduated from college and I barely finished my secondary education. There were Skilamalink ads that were apparently dubious with their exaggerated rates.

  Dismayed, I bought another paper and went on reviewing the ads section. In the second paper, there was one ad that I could apply to – a baby-sitter!

  FEMALE HELP WANTED

  Baby-sitter for 2 children (3 & 6 years old)

  Apply in person

  Duke Adrien Allard 5110 Westerre Parkway,

  Richmond, VA 23233. USA (804) 947-4237

  Elated, I took note of the address and hailed a carriage. I was lucky the place was located in the same state where I was.

  When I arrived at the place, I gazed – mouth agape - at the spectacular sight before me. Duke Adrien Allard’s abode was a sprawling castle - one of the most fascinating castles I had ever seen. I expected that much, but I didn’t imagine he would be that wealthy. There were three turrets towering above the castle structure and the medieval design was unique with gargoyles and strange images plastered unto its walls. At the highest turret, hung cascading silvery threads that shimmered in the sunlight. Numerous small, glass windows sprouted from every wall of the castle. The shadowed portion appeared like jigsaw puzzles, flawlessly fitted with each other. A moat surrounded it, and there was a rickety draw bridge that was lowered, seemingly waiting for my arrival. I looked around for knights, and true enough, there were two immobile knights guarding the entrance.

  The carriage stopped with a jolt and I alighted with trepidation. I managed to change into my most modest clothes beforehand and my pastel, long-sleeved blouse and wool skirt gave me the confidence I badly needed. I glanced at the mirror at my dolled-up face; large, brown eyes with long lashes stared back at me. I pursed my thin, petulant lips to make it fuller and gave a final pat to my small pointed nose. At least, I was sure my appearance would give me the edge.

  Nimbly, I approached the guard.

  “Yes, Miss. What can I do for you?” he queried.

  “I saw the ad in the newspaper and I’m here to apply,” I declared, trying to appear confident.

  “Oh,” there was a pause as he looked me over, “this way please.”

  I was led to the interior of the castle and I caught my breath as the stench of opulence greeted my vision. While the outside looked drab, the inside was a picture of vivacity and life. Almost all corners had large and magnificent chandeliers emitting their brilliance over the area. There were gigantic paintings of people, who were obviously royalty that peppered the huge brick walls. At the center of the living room, was a grand piano that gleamed from the distance.

  “Please, be seated.”

  The knight bowed and entered another door. A moment later, the door opened and a tall, strikingly handsome man, around 35 years old, appeared. A pair of blue, sparkling eyes drilled into me. His parish pick-axe and sensuous lips complemented his eyes and I marveled at how a man can be ‘beautiful’. But what caught my attention more were the rippling muscles of his body that seemed to strain for attention as he strode towards me. He was a god in a man’s clothing.

  I stood up. “Good afternoon, sir,” I uttered, my voice tremulous.

  “Good afternoon, you’re here for the job?”

  I nodded, handing him my resume’. “I’m Diana Lancaster.”

  “Please, be seated.”

  After a while, he looked at me intently and asked, “You didn’t provide any references, how can I trust you?”

  “Sir, I promise, I’ll do the best I can,” I replied, almost pleading, wanting to tell him that I was desperate and he would be my savior.

  “Hmmmm,” he paused and stared at me, obviously reconsidering. “You’re 18, so I guess you don’t have much experience either.”

  “Sir, I assure you I’m capable of the job.” Because I baby-sat for my aunt’s kids without compensation, I wanted to add but I bit my tongue.

  “Alright, I’ll give you a chance. However, if your work is unsatisfactory within two weeks, you’re out,” he stated sternly.

  I was overjoyed. Now, I have a good place to stay that would provide me food and shelter.

  “Simon,” he called in a pudgy, old man. “Take Miss Lancaster to her room.”

>   Simon was mad as hops as he showed me my room. It was bigger than my aunt’s living room, and it was elegant and comfortable. The large tiered windows provided an incredible view of the sprawling, verdant landscape below. There were cows and sheep meandering aimlessly on the hills and the horizon was dotted with white clouds against the azure sky.

  I sat on the soft, cotton king-sized bed and touched the silky texture of the bed sheets. There was a bedside wooden table and an oval mirror beside it. I opened the rows of dressers and was amazed at the various types of bifurcated garments displayed so flamboyantly. Were these mine?

  “Yes, you can wear anything you want,” Simon, replied to my silent question.

  “Really?” my eyes grew wide in disbelief.

  “Yes, Ma’am. Everything in this room is yours, for as long as you stay here.”

  I couldn’t believe my luck. It seemed too good to be true. These clothes were all mine and I was sleeping in a room that could well be a suite fit for a queen.

  “But, you have to wear the babysitter’s uniform inside the house,” he stated unenthusiastically.

  My spirits sank but only for a moment.

  He handed me a pair of plain, brown straight dress that had two big pockets out front. My smile faded as I eyed the dowdy clothing before me. I quickly climbed out of my dismay, however, when I remembered my dire situation before I landed there. Now, I have a job and a safe place to stay in. It has an added bonus too – an extremely good-looking boss.

  After Simon briefly oriented me of my duties, I met my wards. I found them bubbly and fun to be with. I was taken immediately by the youngest one, Alaina. At three, she was open-hearted and inquisitive in a good way; she welcomed me with the warmth of a child still innocent to the wayward evils in the world.

  Ana, the older kid, was hesitant at first, but when she sensed Alaina having a grand time, she joined in. Time flew past as we frolicked in the castle’s manicured playground. The playground had all the adventure features kids would look for; swings, slides, ladders, seesaws, a sand garden and a running track appropriate for children.

  My duties were simple: take care of the children, ensure that they eat their meals on time, play with them and read to them before bedtime. There was a private tutor that came thrice a week, but I was not required to be there. That would be my time-off, but I had to remain inside the castle. I was granted Sunday as a day solely for myself.

  Dinner time was a time to dress formally. I whirled before the mirror several times before I settled for a pink, layered gown with a low neckline and a sequined bodice that had delicate ribbon knots on both arms. There was a jewelry box on my dresser and I chose a pair of dangling, pearl earrings with a matching pearl necklace.

  I stared back at the radiant reflection on the mirror. It was like I was looking at a lovely stranger whom I have recently met. Is this me?I appeared totally different from the unschooled, passionate girl that I really was.

  Satisfied, I descended the spiral staircase towards the dining room. Everyone was well behaved during the meal, with the kids’ controlled giggles in front of their father. I learned that their mother died when the youngest was only 4 years old. Duke Allard seemed to have overcome the misery of losing his wife quite well. There were no traces of his sadness in his language and the jovial way he treated his children. I felt a warm glow enveloping my soul. The duke was every woman’s dream; handsome, warmhearted and a loving father. My initial impression that he was cold and unfeeling was thrown out of the window.

  The scrumptious food consisted of beef roasts, muffins, red beans and beet soup. A delectable strawberry short cake was served for dessert. I pinched myself to make sure I was not dreaming. Ouch, that hurt.

  After dinner, I washed up the children and tucked them in. I read one short story from their book and tiptoed out of the room, leaving the lamp lit bedside their beds.

  I was about to proceed to my room when, “Miss Lancaster, care for some coffee?”

  I turned around and Duke Allard was standing by the study’s door.

  I was unsure whether it was polite to accept it, but I did so anyway because my heart was drawn to him.

  “Sure,” I acquiesced, accepting the cup he offered in his hand.

  We settled comfortably on the cozy sofa and remained silent for several minutes.

  I didn’t know what to say. I had always shied away from social activities before and I had no idea how to start a great conversation. I studied him under hooded eyes and admired his sinewy physique, his arms were plated with large biceps that took the breath out of me and made my insides quiver. I remembered the racy scene I had witnessed between my aunt’s younger sister and her husband. I imagined the dashing Duke doing those ‘dirty’ things to me and my heart raced. I felt my cock trap quiver. I glanced at his groin and I could almost visualize his dick springing to action. It must be huge with his build. What am I thinking? He’s a decent man. I didn’t want to be kicked out for the second time because of my lust. I shook my head, and turned away.

  “So, how did you find your first day?” he asked politely.

  “It was great; fun and happy,” I smiled sincerely.

  “That’s good. Feel free to speak up your mind. And, you can call me Adrien.”

  “Okay, Adrien.”

  We fell into an uncomfortable silence.

  “My friends visit me every now and then and I may require your company. Would that be okay with you?” he grinned at me, his dimples showing. My breathing paused, and then went on irregularly. He was simply oozing with sex appeal.

  “If you’d like me to, I will,” I blurted, wanting to please him.

  He stood up and offered his hand. “I welcome you to our household. Hope you’ll stay longer than the previous baby-sitters,” he said, and marched out of the room.

  I was left there standing, staring at his retreating figure; his broad back, straight as he sauntered to the door.

  In bed, I tossed and turned. Vivid images of the Duke occupied my mind; his lithe body and his good looking face permeated my senses. How I longed to be embraced and cuddled by his strong arms. How I wished he would crush my body against his and drink from the essence of my futz.

  My body was burning with desire and I took a shower again, wanting to get rid of the flame. But not even the cold water was able to assuage my yearning. No man had ever touched my body and I had never masturbated, so I had no idea how to quell the horny feelings that had unexpectedly surfaced.

  I finally slept with my unfulfilled sexual cravings, and when I did, they materialized in my dreams. I dreamt I was in bed with only my undies on, when out of nowhere, the Duke appeared. He was in his birthday suit and his naked glory revealed strapping muscles that ripped with each of his movements. His penis was huge and it was glorifying my virgin love-glove with its shining crown of meat. My pair of cat-heads jiggled as he poked his head in between them and sucked my nipples until they turned pink. The scene resembled what I had witnessed from my aunt’s bedroom. And before I knew it, I awakened and the patch between my legs was wet and hungry for a dick. I touched and fondled it and moaned when my arousal heightened. The dream had brought me to near orgasm. The rest was up to me. I poked one finger into my moist futz and got my fingers all wet. This made the ‘in and out’ movement of my finger slicker and smoother. The sensation emitted hundreds of ticking pulses that radiated to the nerve endings in my whole body.I had to increase the rhythm of my fingers to satiate the growing clamor in my groin.

  I felt the current grow and then expand inside until it shattered into pockets of delights all over my body. I trembled and arched my back to meet my fingers as my orgasm came. I continued feverishly to finger fuck myself, with one hand on my breast, until the tiny sensations were fully gratified. I sucked my lower lip, my fingers still in my vagina as my sweat and juices intermingled with each other.

  When my body’s vital signs went back to normal, I went to the bath to wash myself. It was the first time I experienced a full blo
wn orgasm through masturbation. And I felt that I have indeed become an adult.

  In the morning, my face was radiant, obviously reflecting the sexual satisfaction that happened the night before.

  “You look lovely,” the Duke intoned at the breakfast table.

  I couldn’t look at him in the eyes because I was afraid my eyes would betray my feelings. I had made love to him in my dreams and the memory was still vivid in my mind.

  I blushed as I remembered how massive his manhood was.

  He peeked at me closely noticing the blush on my cheeks. “Is something wrong?” He reached across the table and lifted my chin.

  A lightning bolt struck my body as his hands came in contact with my face. I shuddered. Why was I suddenly affected by his touch?