Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  My feet had spring pads as I walked towards the Duke’s study. Would he dislike me as well, if I made the first move? It was too late to back out now. I heard his footsteps approaching the door.

  We bumped into each other as he peaked outside of his room. His lips widened to a smile when he saw it was me.

  “This is a surprise!” he continued grinning. “You’ve been missing the whole day; I thought you won’t come out from your room.”

  I smiled back, a niggling tension developing at the pit of my stomach.

  “You’re fine now, of course,” his palm touched my cheeks. “Have a seat. Coffee or wine?”

  “Coffee, please,” I replied, not wanting to duplicate the drunken event that happened the other night.

  My hands wanted to reach out and pull his face towards mine but I hesitated, observing his gaiety. It was evident he was able to recover from his misery. “You’re not grieving anymore, sir?” I inquired just to make sure.

  “No, not anymore. Let bygones be bygones. Anyway, both of them had passed away.”

  I was relieved and happy he was over it quickly.

  “And again, don’t call me sir, Adrien will do,” he amiably flashed his pearly white teeth at me.

  I nodded.

  “I’m sorry, I was unable to tuck in the kids today,” I apologized.

  “Don’t worry, Simon does it whenever you can’t. He’s used to it.”

  We sat there for a few minutes, pensively holding our cups in our hands.

  After a while, he positioned his chair right next to me and held my hand. I noticed his crotch and a bulge was brewing. He caressed the insides of my thighs and murmured, “Do you want a repeat performance of yesterday?” I nodded shyly and placed my palms lightly on top of his erection. He moaned softly.

  “Nolan would like to join us.”

  Nolan sauntered into the room opportunely.

  “Present,” he planted a solid kiss on my lips. I was still astonished at his audacity and sex appeal. He moved with confidence and class that any woman who would refuse him was an ignoramus.

  My love glove quivered in fervor. My two heroes are here, I rejoiced inwardly.

  They brought me to a spacious room that had a wide soft bed, and several contraptions that appeared to be sex materials. There was a chair designed as a horse, complete with stirrups and a leather saddle. There was also a high, backless chair, obviously intended for sitting positions. There were feathers, silks, cottons, and some strange, penis-like items that were displayed inside the glass cabinets.

  They laughed at my stunned rejoinder. “You’ll surely enjoy these toys, my dear,” Nolan had an arm around me. “Step into the world of sensual pleasures.”

  “We’re actually experimenting with these items,” The Duke revealed. “It’s not a sin to indulge ourselves with the pleasures of the flesh.”

  “What do you want to try?” Nolan led me to the displays.

  I was still too shy to express myself. “You choose,” I uttered excitedly, my body already burning with urgency. I wanted to try the saddle but I was unsure what it was, so I rejected the idea.

  The Duke started kissing me, holding my face between his palms. He nuzzled my nose and then kissed its tip and then enclosed my lips with his own. His fresh- smelling breath and sweet saliva penetrating my own as I fought back with my own tongue. I slurped his tongue deep into my mouth and sucked it gently. His hands were busy shedding my clothing one by one.

  I felt Nolan burying his head under my skirt, while he ripped my underwear with his mouth. It fell on the floor and I exhaled deeply as his tongue ran the length of my futz. He was crouched below me and the Duke, occupying the tight space between our bodies.

  “Let me try this,” he held a silky material in his hand.

  There was a tingle in my pussy as he flicked my pussy with the object. A keen sensual pleasure started to build up in my pubis. Nolan pulled my skirt down and exposed my constricted pussy. He went on teasing and caressing it with the object until I grabbed his head and directed it towards my clamoring slit. He cursed, and got rid of it as his tongue plowed through my pink petals. They then carried me towards the bed and lay me spread-eagled on it. I was completely naked and my body was one big ticking bomb. The Duke caressed and kissed me from the lips down to my breasts, while Nolan concentrated on venerating my pussy and the areas around it with his tongue and fingers. He sucked on the outer lips of my love pocket and shoved his tongue inside the narrow hole, while his thumb continuously flicked my clit.

  My head was sashaying from side to side as my body soaked in the glorious vibrations that beset me. The Duke ran his tongue on my round, firm breast while he fondled the other breast with his fingers. His lips never left mine, making me catch my breath every now and then. The blistering, enchanting feelings inside my body continued to build up. They traversed from my erotic zones and spread tenaciously but surely to all my extremities until I felt all my muscles ready to burst. I stiffened as Nolan continued licking my love hole.

  I groped for the Duke’s dick and massaged it lightly with my fingers, adjusting the pressure slowly. It grew to enormous proportions in no time at all. My hands faltered at times as their onslaught on my two mouths increased in intensity.

  “You love this, dearie?” Nolan sucked on my clit for several minutes, going in gently and then more forcefully. He performed the action repeatedly, until my body jerked and I nibbled the Duke’s neck as I convulsed into a shuddering climax. I sighed and basked in it, knowing there was nothing sweeter and more pleasurable than sex.

  It’s our turn,” Nolan turned me around, face down, and positioned himself below me. We were facing each other but I was on top of him and our bodies were both straightened - toe to toe. “Pleasure us,” he commanded.

  Nolan’s big fudge sickle was poised at the opening of my willing pussy. He wiggled his hips and his conquering manhood slid in, inch by inch. When he couldn’t control himself any longer, he held my waist and lifted my body and then crashed it against his. His dick had difficulty entering my narrow opening and I had to rotate my hips to accommodate all of him. The movement triggered my G-spot and I was high once more. He raised my body and slammed it again into his muscular frame as our sex organs became locked to each other. He did it several times until our thighs were wet with sweat and love juices. The tension in my vagina had almost reached its maximum.

  I sensed a hand fingering my anus, and pinching my buttocks. The impression was magnified with my anal stimulation. The Duke tongued my anal area and I was raving mad as he slipped his tongue inside it. I was ready to come. With his tongue’s fourth pass, a guttural moan ripped from my mouth. And when Nolan penetrated my pussy harder, my body gave in and my breathing constricted as I clawed on Nolan’s chest and bit him as I climaxed.

  Before my body stopped thrashing, Nolan brought his dick before my face. “I would like you to suck me,” he politely entreated. “I haven’t climaxed yet.”

  Impatient, I clutched his massive dick and enclosed its base with my fingers. I began massaging it, applying gentle pressure and a light touch. I lacked experience to give a good head but I was a voracious reader so I had learned that the penis is as sensitive as my own clit. My tongue welcomed the tip of his dick as it emerged from my fingers. I ran my tongue around its crown and sucked it, making tiny, suckling sounds with my mouth. While I was sucking him I played with his balls. His backed went rigid as I took his manhood all in and suckled it adoringly. Then I withdrew and ran my tongue along its shaft until it grew even bigger.

  The Duke’s flesh tower was up again and was forcing its way through my pussy. I was awed at how promptly it was able to recover. I was half-kneeling relishing Nolan’s dick, when the Duke toyed with my brazenly exposed breasts once again. He seemed to bask in their honey softness.

  When the Duke noticed that Nolan was close to his climax, he made me go on all fours and sniffed my pussy from behind. He then licked its opening and sucked the tiny protruding mound
at the middle. It triggered a sensuous cascade of wonderful feelings that started from my clitoris to my feet and then back up to my head. The moment he stuck his enormous fire hose into my love pocket, I whimpered, semi-possessed with pleasure. He slid in, taking his time, and then he slowly slid out. He held on to the cheeks of my ass as he humped me from behind - in a kneeling position. Then when my tight pussy clutched his dick, he grumbled and increased his pace, digging deeply and humping more rapidly. The smack of his groin against my ass echoed inside the room as he went faster and faster. I pushed my pussy down to meet his merciless thrusts.

  I hardly noticed Nolan spewing his viscid fluid all over my face as his semen jetted out from his dick in short spurts. The pungent odor was thick on my nose and I licked the tips of his dick as he trembled in the last throes of his climax. “God, that was great,” he tapped my cheeks, as his semen dripped before me.

  “Are you cumming now?” The Duke asked hoarsely. “Say something, my dear,” he encouraged me, but I barely opened my mouth. I was a church-bell.

  He humped me like there was no tomorrow until I was dazed with mindless passion and uttered curses under my breath. Mom had taught me to act like a proper lady and to avoid cursing but the slice of heaven I had experienced was just too extreme for words.

  I was cumming too and I felt intricate pockets of delight started to accumulate in my pussy. Then a blinding flash of electricity coursed through my body and I convulsed as I squirted my love juices on the floor. The Duke was groaning violently too as he climaxed seconds after me. I grinded my ass against him as the electric pulses continued and my body was ravaged by erotic sensations that I had only experienced then. It was a momentous trip to Nirvana.

  We lay there exhausted but blissful and completely sated.

  “Why don’t you try the saddle,” the Duke tweaked my nipple as I lay between them. “It’s a unique ride,” he encouraged me. “I’ll ride with you,” he continued.

  I stared at the contraption and it seemed beckoning to me. “I’ll do that next time,” I kissed him playfully on the lips, tasting my own juices from his mouth.

  “You promise,” Nolan seconded; his other hand on the Duke’s nips.

  “Yes, I promise.” I spread my thighs and placed each leg across their bodies. They instinctively fondled me. Nolan went for my love pocket, while the Duke went for my taut lemons. I’m sure we’ll take the tumble anytime soon. I smiled to myself.

  I felt fulfilled, secure and happy as vestiges of my own unlucky past were obliterated from my mind. There was no sense in recalling the sad memories and crying over them.

  I expected the night to be an unending journey of sexual delights and erotic pleasures. I had conquered the castle

  Thanks to my two expert mentors.

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 31

  Chapter One

  The bookies on Clarence Street opened at eight in the morning, but being a small local shop rarely saw much action until ten or eleven when the first of the gamblers would roll in. Karen knew this and so had allowed herself to open the shop a little late, taking a but more time with her make-up and even curling her hair. It was nearly half-past when she rolled the armoured security screen up on the cashiers desk.

  Mostly it was pensioners and the two or three professionals who would show up first. Just in time for the first of the days races, stakes, handicaps, games, sets, matches, brackets, qualifiers, or finals to start. After that, it would depend what was on the sporting calendar. If the world cup was playing, as it was this year, there would be a rush around midday as people popped in on their lunch breaks to place bets and either rush back to work or down the pub.

  Karen liked the job, her boss Mr Devon – after whom the business was named – had taken over the business from his father and so on back to a dodgy numbers racket run by his great-great-great grandfather for some pre-Kray West End gangster. Now fully licensed and legitimate the number of regulars meant that the place had a homely feel. Many of the old timers would letch a little over her and call her love, or dove, or ducky, or ducky. But with the protective glass between her and them there was no real threat in it, and sometimes it was nice to be fancied, even if it was by dirty old men.

  There were younger types too, sports fans in football shirts num-bered and named for their favourite players, or spiv like pros who wore 70s style wide lapels and clearly fancied themselves as the millennial’s answer to the Mods. Several of them had asked her out, or flirted through the glass, but they too did little for Karen. London born and raised and with a thick cockney accent herself, she wanted someone with a bit of ambition, not the kind of feckless individual who wasted their money on betting slips and their time on following the horses or the footie.

  Unlikely to meet anyone else in a place like this, she thought. Though she still primped and shaved and painted her face and nails each day on the off-chance that a big city banker might pop in for a flutter. She’d only been working here for a week. She’d give it a chance.

  A couple of the regulars had remembered her name already and she was getting quicker at doing the odds in her head, working out payouts and counting up their change.

  Being a world cup match day Karen was prepped for a busy one and sure enough, once the people finally started to arrive it was a mad rush. With kick-off at eleven and three matches staggered through the day she was nearly run off her feet, taking her lunch at the cashier’s station and counting wads of fifty quid notes in and out checking them under the black light and checking the holograms, security images and so on to catch any counterfeits. The tote screens behind her were at least updated automati-cally by Mr Devon from home as she put the bets into the computer and transferred money from the till to the safe in sealed bags.

  The lines weren’t moving much which was a good sign, it looked like the market was doing pretty much what Mr Devon had expected although there had been a surprisingly large set of bets placed on Azerbaijan which had skewed the book for their match against Poland.

  But that was Devon’s problem, and as the first match started there was a lull which let her make a cup of tea. The only worry that she had, that she always had, was working alone behind the counter of a London bookies, especially as a young woman on a big match day made her a target for robbers. Even with all the signs explaining that she could not open the safe and that cash was not kept on the premises (both of which were wildly untrue statements), she always felt better at the end of the day when the security man from the bank showed up and took the cash away.

  A couple of good looking men in suits walked in, looked at the clien-tele then turned and left.

  Shame, they looked nice enough, Karen thought to herself catching sight of the curve of the guys arse in his trousers. I do like a man in a suit or uniform.

  In fact she was sure she had recognised one of them as having come in a couple of times a few weeks back. He’d flirted a little and she had clammed up, like she was still the embarrassed schoolgirl of years ago.

  Why can’t you grow up, she snarled at herself in her head.

  He had been sweet and in the end she had let him put his number into her phone. She saved it as HOT SUIT GUY in her contacts, but had never called him back.

  She had been looking for a boyfriend ever since she finished school. But she got so nervous around boys when she found them attractive, and the only boys who had ever really come onto her had been total dicks.

  Her only boyfriend had been her school crush, and he had been another of those total dicks. She was glad she hadn’t gone all the way with him at prom, he had been pretty forceful and she’d had to knee him in the groin before he’d back off. Tool.

  But if only she could be a bit more confident.

  Then another customer came in distracting her from her thoughts on men, but she had to send away because he looked under eighteen and had no ID. He cussed her out, in language that suggested he might actually hav
e been a bit older than he looked and hit the streets.

  How was it, she wondered, that she could quite happily tell someone like that to fuck off, without any nerves at all? But put her in a romantic situation and she just totally fell apart.

  I guess I will just die alone.

  And so, her day went on and on. After the last match the crowd thinned, by about six there was only a few of the pros left who wanted to put some money on a camel race taking place in Dubai. But Mr Devon re-fused to open a book on any event that occurred outside of the UK or which did not have a UK sportsman in it.

  Karen suspected he might be a little racist, but it didn’t seem to hurt his business which was populated by the full rainbow-spectrum of working class London.

  Once the pros had cleared out she was free to close little early.

  She was just trying to remember that evening’s code for the security bars on the window when another customer came in. He was a tall and lanky kid in an puffer jacket, a cap, and sunglasses despite the late hour and dusk lighting outside.

  ‘Alright, love,’ he called out in a friendly voice.

  Immediately, Karen’s blood ran cold. There was something badly off about the guy. She punched the code in for the outside security bars but didn’t pull the switch to close them yet. Mostly cus she didn’t want to have to lock herself in with the guy.