Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  ‘I was just shutting up I’m afraid,’ she called out cheerfully and stepped up to the counter slipping her hand under the till and thumbing the catch off the silent alarm. ‘You’ll have to pop in tomorrow morning if you want to place a bet.’

  Is the staff door locked? she wondered. She was pretty sure she hadn’t unlocked it yet but she had been thinking about what it might have been like to date one of those suited men with their stern looks.

  The man walked up to the counter, his hand was down his baggy tracksuit bottoms and smiled crookedly.

  He might be a pervert. Karen was still inexperienced with men and the thought terrified her. Even just having him doing something to himself across the glass filled her with disgust.

  He was dressed like a teen but must have been at least forty, his teeth looked false.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ she said again, and then screamed.

  His hand came out of his trousers with a sawn-off shotgun in it.

  ‘This is a robbery,’ he said. ‘Put your hands up–‘

  She didn’t hear the rest.

  What happened next was a blur, she hit the silent alarm button and the security button bringing the counter’s shutters up between her and the gunman. The glass was armoured to, but she wasn’t sure if that meant bullet proof.

  The alarm was linked to the local police station, but just to be sure, she pulled the lever that brought down the bars outside, and picked up the phone and dialled 9-9-9.

  I’m going to die, she thought to herself as the phone rang. I’m going to die alone.

  Chapter Two

  After the man at the emergency service dispatch had reassured Karen that two officers were on their way, that she should sit tight and stay on the line with him, she felt a little better.

  To the extent that terrified is better than blind panic. She could feel her hands and feet again, and was aware of a less confused train of thought. Her heart was still hammering away in her through and her mouth was dry but the urge to scream and the certainty that she was about to die had both ebbed away to a mild desire to scream and a middling probability of death.

  The robber was bellowing his lungs out on the other side of the ar-moured glass and was stuck between two layers of armoured security blinds. In fact from the sound of it, he seemed more concerned with getting out of the shop than getting behind the counter to Karen and the safe.

  She tried to breath calmly, and listen to the voice down the phone which was telling her that there was very little risk to her where she was and that she should stay calm until help arrived.

  He must have had a screen with the police officer’s location on it because he kept telling her how far away they were and the gradually decreasing number was increasingly reassuring.

  She felt a little faint, a little nauseous, but even that was better than the total terror she had felt when she saw the gun.

  The dispatch officer said something muffled on the other end of the line, made assenting noises and then said, ‘If you could raise the outside se-curity blinds, please, Karen. The officers are ready to come in.’

  ‘Okay,’ she said, a little surprised by the shake in her voice. She sounded ready to cry. Somehow this was more frightening, her body had got used to being small and hiding in the dark sealed off room, moving seemed to set some primeval part of her brain off, suggesting it might ex-pose her to the predator her lizard brain assumed was out there.

  ‘It’s okay, Karen. Just raise the outside blinds. You are safe in the of-fice,’ the voice on the phone said.

  She hit the code and pulled the lever. Outside she hear a yell of joy from the robber which quickly died when she heard the voice of the cops.

  ‘Drop your weapon.’

  ‘It’s just a toy,’ came the response. ‘Don’t shoot me, its just a toy.’

  Is he serious? He scared me with a fucking toy?

  Somehow this seemed more outrageous, that she had sat there in fear, thought she was going to die, and all he had was a toy gun?

  She put in the second security code to turn off the silent alarm and open the cashiers security blinds. There were bobbies with truncheons out cuffing the guy. One of them, tall, dark haired and muscular was reading the prisoner his rights in a thick cockney accent.

  The other, slightly shorter but every bit as physically fit cam over to the cashier’s desk.

  ‘You’re alright there, ma’am. We’ve got the crim in custody. It was a plastic gun, looked real enough, but you’re okay.’ His voice was soft, with a public school accent that seemed odd coming from a London copper. His hair-cut looked expensive and beside his rougher bearded companion he seemed like he must be from a different world.

  But when his partner called out, ‘Stop flirting, Constable, and lets get this fucker back to the station,’ he turned smartly about and called the other man, ‘Sir.’

  ‘Just one moment, young lady,’ he said. ‘We’ll get this villain squared away and then we’ll need your statement.’

  The two men disappeared off for a moment, and through the win-dows Karen could see them shove him roughly into the back of a squad car. There was a third officer in the vehicle who pulled flicked the sirens on and pulled away into the London traffic.

  The officers came back in and the blond approached her again.

  ‘Now, miss. I am Constable Kettering and this is Sergeant Doyle, could you come out from the locked office, please we’ll need to take your statement.’

  Karen had only just realised she was still holding the phone to her ear and without saying anything she hung up, nodded to to cops and set about opening up the staff area.

  At the door Sergeant Doyle met her his thick black beard and eye-brows made him look like some sort of wild man. ‘Come on, Love. Yer alright now. Have yourself a little sit down and tell us what happened.’

  Seeing him close-up without the glass suddenly made her feel safe, he was the kind of man who could protect you. Big and capable, his uniform and body language exerting authority, demanding respect.

  Kettering seemed more relaxed, with the kind of confidence that suggested nothing would be particularly difficult.

  ‘I should close up the shop really,’ Karen said, her voice still hoarse. Somehow, hearing that crack in her own voice was enough, whatever part of her that had been closed off in fear, let go and she began to cry, long hard sobs, ugly crying with a runny nose and running mascara, all that extra effort of the morning wasted, and in front of these two gorgeous cops in their well tailored uniforms.

  Kettering stepped forward and gently took her in his arms, while the bigger guy stepped past her and said, ‘I’ll get everything locked up, and let yer boss know what what.’

  ‘Thank. You.’ Karen sobbed. ‘The. Num. Ber. Is. Devon. It’s. On. The. Pinboard.’

  ‘Easy there,’ Kettering whispered to her his arms enfolding her. His muscles where taught and hard, gripping her in a way that made her feel like there was nothing there but her and him.

  He smelled of manly deodorant and some sort of soap which she guessed must be his uniform. His hand ran gently through her hair and he repeated, over and over, ‘You’re okay. Nothing to hurt you now.’

  And with that she suddenly felt alright, a deep calm seemed to ooze out of his chest through the rough cloth of his uniform and into her body. She felt an extraordinary burst of joy at being alive, a thrill that ran right through her from her head to her toes.

  She felt the muscles in her stomach tighten as the thrill seemed to settle inside her, just behind her pubic bone. An animal desire was uncurl-ing within her, stretching its muscles as it awoke. A little flustered she pushed herself away from Kettering and stepped back bumping into Doyle who was just coming through the door.

  ‘Scuse, love. It’s all squared away, yerboss’ll be down in no time at all to pack this lot up. We’ll just need to lock the place down when we take you up the station fo your statement about that miscreant.’

  He was standing very close and had placed a hand
gently on her shoulder to steady her when she hit him. Now she realised how strong his grip was, she could only imagine that hand pressing against her chest, the wide fingers pushing into her.

  She could feel a pinprick of wet form in the cotton of her panties where her jeans pressed them against her sex. She looked up at Doyle an met his eyes, which were deep, clear brown.

  She smiled, the pinprick of damp spreading as the cotton absorbed her quim like a wick.

  ‘I’d like to thank you both before we go.’

  Holy shit! The words had come out of her mouth before she even knew she was going to say them. She felt terrified, but looking from Doyle to Kettering and back she saw a look pass between them that seemed disbelieving at first. Then they smiled at each other and Doyle gave Kettering a quick nod.

  ‘How would you do that, miss?’ asked Doyle looking her up and down very slowly as if assessing a crime scene. Karen looked down, away from those eyes and her eyes caught movement in Doyle’s trousers there was a slow swelling. He clearly likes what he sees, she thought.

  He lifted her chin and looked down at her. His face close to hers.

  ‘It feels every bit as good as it looks,’ said Kettering from very close behind her. She didn’t take her eyes off Doyles as Kettering continued: ‘I had to adjust myself a little when she pressed up against me like that.’

  She felt Kettering’s hands slide around her waist from behind his thumbs hitching into the belt line of her jeans, untucking her blouse so the knuckle of his thumb traced a ring around her hips meeting together at the front where she could feel his nails scrape against the triangle of trimmed hair she left unshaved above her pussy.

  This is really happening!she thought. Then all thought left her as Doyle leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. She had expected the kiss to be tender, instead it was brutal, all the hard authority of his role as police officer seemed to be in the slow but firm pressure of his lips against hers, the forceful parting of her lips and teeth by his tongue and the inva-sive thoroughness of his tongue once inside. It pressed her tongue down, thrusting deep into her mouth until his teeth ground painfully on hers. When she tried to pull away she found her head pinned tight between Doyle’s kiss and Kettering’s chest.

  Doyle’s tongue ran across her teeth, then flicked out and he sucked her bottom lip hard enough that she thought it might bruise and pulled away. His eyes were no longer clear but burned with a powerful desire. He squared his hips against her and she felt his erection press against her sto-mach. The small patch was soaked through now and she was grinding her legs together frantic for some friction against her jeans.

  One of Kettering’s hands slipped up towards her navel, undoing the buttons of her blouse one by one as it went. Meanwhile Doyle wrapped one hand almost entirely round her throat and pressed the heel of his hand against the crotch of her jeans.

  She ground back against his hand and little bursts of pleasure rushed up through her as the warm pressure of his hand rubbed against her in long strokes. She was just finding her rhythm when Kettering behind her finished the last of her buttons and with on hard tug pulled the cups of her bra down. Suddenly she felt very naked and exposed. This was the first time she’d been naked in front of a man and now it was to officers of the law. Weren’t there laws against this kind of thing? I’ll have to remember to delete the security tapes.

  Doyle’s hand continued to rub her cunt sending shivers of pleasure down the nerves to her nipples which were both rock hard and sensitive in the cool evening air. Kettering’s fingers traced circles on her skin, pressing down against he firm flesh of her tits in circles that closed in on her nipples.

  When he finally gave them a pinch she almost came, they were ach-ing, erect and flushed bright pink with blood. He wet his thumbs in his mouth and brought them back rubbing her nipples almost as if they were a pair of nipples like they were a pair of clitorises. They certainly feel like it! she thought. His fingers cupped her breasts as his thumbs worked and even the skin beneath those fleshy mounds was tingling with pleasure at his touch.

  She could feel an orgasm building not in her crotch as it did when she touched herself, but all through her body and she thrust her hips down against Doyle’s hand even harder.

  Her mouth was moving but the noises she was making were little more than animal grunts and moans. Then Doyle stepped back, his hands pulled away sharply and the pleasure vanished, replaced with an aching de-sire that felt like the most powerful craving she had ever felt.

  ‘Cuff her, Kettering,’ snapped Doyle. Just as she thought she might be arrested for seducing an officer on duty, Kettering pulled the rest of her blouse off and with one deft movement undid her bra and tossed it aside.

  The cuffs were hard and bit into her wrists, the pain felt oddly good. Doyle meanwhile began undoing her jeans.

  ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Take me please. Do whatever you want to me.’

  As Doyle slid her jeans off Kettering lifted her up and sat her face down on one of the tables around which gamblers would normally sit. The litter of betting slips and the sports pages stuck to her bare skin. As Kettering pushed her back so her head hung off one end of the table and her but off the other, she saw Doyle pull her panties out of the bundle of her jeans and sniff them. Her back arched as gravity pulled her legs down on one end and her head on the other, then she felt a shoulder under each thigh taking some of the weight off. A should under each thigh and the hot breath of kettering on her cunt.

  Suddenly she was very nervous, she’d never had a man touch her pussy before, what if it was weird, or smelled, or she did something wrong with it.

  She needn’t have worried, Kettering took her crotch in his mouth an sucked gently pulling the skin tight. His tongue worked its way into her, her juices and his saliva met and mingled. With his tongue pressing into her, the pressure of it searching her body, a whole new wave of pleasurable sensation ran up and down her. These less urgent, more steady, filling her up.

  She tried to jerk her hips against his face but his hands held her legs still and she couldn’t move.

  The cuffs at her back were painful with her weight on them and she had to wiggle a little to get comfortable as she did so she closed her eyes and when they opened she was stunned by what she saw.

  Doyle was standing at her head his trousers unbuttoned and a huge cock jutting out of them like the branch of a tree. Karen gasped. That’ll never fit, she thought. Doyle idly tossed her panties onto her belly and placed the purple head of his cock, huge and swollen with blood, against her lips.

  For a moment she was frightened, lying there naked, looking upside down at a man his vast cock thrown into forced perspective by the angle. Then Kettering switched to long lapping movements with his tongue wide and flat over her lips and clit.

  A gasp of pleasure escaped her mouth and into that opening Doyle pressed his mighty head. The angle made it odd, she’d seen videos of what do to with tongue, lips and teeth, but upside down like this she couldn’t work it out. Then Kettering’s tongue blotted thought out and she went with instinct.

  She was surprised that there was no real taste to it. The faint tang of salt and sweat but that was kind of pleasant. There was a pleasant fleshy texture to it which she tested by sucking gently on it and circling the head with her tongue in much the same way Kettering had started with her clitoris.

  This seemed to be working and Doyle’s huge member seemed to swell even more in her mouth, he thrust his cock back and forth, penetrat-ing her mouth even further. She felt a little of her own saliva drip out of her mouth, it was impossible to swallow with this monster jammed in there. She felt the slick liquid drip down over one eye and she tried harder, took Doyle deeper. Her throat was beginning to resist, when she felt his cock hit the back of her throat she nearly gagged. By adjusting the angle of her head she found he could slide in a little more easily. But the retching was getting stronger and she was loosing concentration as Kettering added his fingers to the mix, first one curling up
inside her to rub her g-spot and then two. She tensed hard gripping those fingers as tight as she could, pressing her walls against them.

  Kettering seemed to be timing his thrusts with Doyle, his fingers sliding into her cunt as Doyle battered her throat. Doylewsa letting out a litany of swear words, between animal grunts and her own moans, stiffled by his cock were reaching fever pitch.

  ‘I’m gonna fucking cum,’ Doyle roared and jammed his cock right up to the hilt blocking Karen’s throat and cutting off her breathing. His balls pressed, wet with her saliva against his chin and she felt the powerful hydraulic pulsing of his cock as he pumped cum into her throat. He pulled out hard, squirted another thick line of cum over her lip and chin, then jammed it back in and pulsed another round into her throat, as he pulled out again another gush of cum filled her mouth with a salty, slightly burning liquid. With hemouth now clear of cock she swallowed.

  Oh my God, I made him cum so hard. Something about that thought set her off and she felt the orgasm well up from Kettering’s tongue tip through her clit and out in waves across her body.

  As the orgasm began to die away she was aware first of even more cum on her face – He wasn’t finished then – and the sensation of beingsplit in two from the crotch up as her till then unsullied pussy was entered in one long hard stroke by Kettering.

  It helped that she was still soaking wet, but the orgasm had tigh-tened her muscles and Kettering was every bit as big as his boss. He ploughed into her and she could feel every fibre of her body desperately stretching to accommodate him. The pain passed almost immediately and was replaced by the aftershocks of her first orgasm. As the waves of plea-sure rolled over her she could feel every rib of her pussy respond to every bulging vein in his cock.

  When she looked down and saw the animalistic face of Kettering as he slammed his cock into her again and again she was lost, her mind went blank in a mess of crossed wires and fried circuitry as the strongest orgasm so far hit her, seeming to renew itself with each thrust, with each hard blow against her cervix and the grind of his hips against her clit.