She Likes It Rough

by Lisa Reid

  I opened the door and was stunned to see Trevor standing in the corridor. I was practically limping on my foot, unable to walk properly. I sensed the anger, rage, and humiliation in Trevor’s eyes when he found me with Anthony; he escorted me to the checkout counter.

  “Oh, dear! So nice of you to be here! Do me a favor and carry the bag that I had left in the changing room,” I teased.

  My makeup was ravaged. My glossy lipstick was smeared. My hair was disheveled. I looked like a cheap roadside slut drenched with an insatiable lust. I could see the lump in the security guard’s crotch and somehow my heart was filled with vengeful pride.

  “You…You…Would you stop acting like a bitch?” Trevor gritted his teeth.

  “Don’t you dare to call me by that name! And now that you have, you deserve severe punishment,” I glared at him. “I’ll settle this now with that bitch you dragged onto my bed.”

  Before I stepped toward the counter where that slut Amanda was working, I stuffed a bundle of notes into the security guard’s pocket. His batch stated his name, Desmond Ford. I brushed my hands seductively into his pant’s left pocket felling the strength of his erection. I winked at him, “That’s for you, baby! Thanks for all the help.”

  The man swallowed hard at my seductive tease. Indeed, he had been quite a help always greedy for his tip. He had, perhaps, spoken with the manager of the floor and evacuated the mall from the entire crowd. That was quite fortunate for me, as I wouldn’t have liked to be marked as a high-class slut in my town.

  “Your husband doesn’t seem to be cooperative at all. Will he be carrying your stuff, Ma’am or will I have to speak to the manager to have them parceled at your home.” He smirked recovering himself from my provocative teases.

  I glared at Trevor and snapped my fingers at him, “Here dear! Remember, you’re already running on negative points on my good books. Next time, if I need to make you recall that, you might found yourself sleeping on the rooftop rather than my bedroom floor.”

  “Holy shit!” Perhaps the security guard responded behind my back.

  Humiliation conquered Trevor’s pathetic face, his cheeks reddened, and his ears burning red in color. My public humiliation had worked for me. He walked toward the stall where I and Anthony had just experienced a sensational pleasure ride; perhaps, he could smell the sex in the room. And I was sure he must be exceedingly aroused thinking how Anthony ravaged my married cunt, conquered it like always, and dragging me to the zeniths of sexual ecstasies.

  Before I made it to the checkout counter, I managed my hair somewhat and applied my lipstick to enhance my elegance somewhat. I handed over my shopping card to Amanda at the counter; Anthony had a proud smirk all over his face when he looked at her on the counter. I could sense her embarrassment as she swiped the card to make the invoice. When we were done, I chuckled at her, “Next time, bed with a man. A real man…who could fuck your brains out, so that when you sit back and fell the ache even after two days, you could recall who did that to you.”

  Her cheeks burned at my words, I knew I had delivered my message loud and clear to her. She would never mess around with me or my family again. When Trevor returned with my bag to the counter, he could feel the prying eyes scanning his entire body. I noticed his embarrassment and took pride in my achievement.

  “Baby! I hope you have completed the tasks I asked you to do.” I sneered at Trevor before limping to the parking lot.

  Taboo Erotic Sex Short Stories (Third Big Collection)

  Explicit Collection of Cuckold, Older woman, BDSM, Bisexual, BBW, Dirty toys, and Much More…

  Lisa Reid

  Copyright ©2020, Lisa Reid.

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  This is entirely a work of fiction. Names of characters, places, incidents and events are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead or actual events and incidents is purely coincidental.

  Note: All the characters in this book are over the age of 18. Also, all sexual the activities in each story are consensual.

  Books

  Story 1: Passion Syndrome – Part 1

  Story 2: Passion Syndrome – Part 2

  Story 3: Sensual Inhibitions

  Story 4: Basic Bodies – Part 1

  Story 5: Basic Bodies – Part 2

  Story 6: Naked Orchid – Part 1

  Story 7: Naked Orchid – Part 2

  Story 8: Naked Orchid – Part 3

  Story 9: Full Sweat – Part 1

  Story 10: Full Sweat – Part 2

  Story 11: Full Sweat – Part 3

  Story 1: Passion Syndrome – Part 1

  Life is what happens to you when you’re busy planning something else. And certainly, Miranda and Vivian was no exception. At 33, Vivian Montgomery never expected herself to be a widow, and take on the world with her own dreams of establishing her department store ‘The Graceland’. After her husband’s demise, Vivian took the daunting task to manage Graceland. She hardly had any experience, any skills, and any expertise in this field. Yet, with sheer dedication, patience, and unbreakable willpower, she turned the fortunes in her favor and soon it was one of the most reputed departmental stores in Los Angeles.

  Vivian Montgomery sipped coffee from her cup as she watched out at the spring sun ascending over Los Angeles. The thirty-three-old businesswoman sighed profoundly as she turned the pages of her memory back in her life. She had grown up as the most beautiful little girl of an extremely wealthy family. She had dreams of growing up, experiencing passionate feelings and love for someone special and getting married, which she fulfilled when she met, fell in love with and married David. But life always had other plans for her and she was destined to fly high and reach out the stars. And after her husband’s sudden demise from yellow fever, she was to boss herself all alone.

  A visionary businesswoman with a moral compass, that what best described Vivian Montgomery when she took charge of ‘The Graceland’. Within a short span of five years, she turned the wheels of the company and it was booming with profits. Vivian was so influential with her marketing policies and business strategies that she ruthlessly wiped out her competitors in her neighborhood. Thus, she earned appreciation and applause from all the investors and her employees. But, as time passed by, with her hard-hearted trading policies, Vivian Montgomery soon started to gather more foes than friends both within and outside the organization. She got adamant about not taking no for an answer which soon turned her associates against her. Also, she demanded more work efforts and time than possibly her employees could offer. “Either take it or leave it,” she was stern in her policies when it came to HR. Her pride in being a successful businesswoman with always winning attitude somehow made her unsparing and unforgiving. As a result, she grew more brutal and ruthless. It was correctly said: “Power and wealth can corrupt any one’s soul”, and she too was no exception. But she was not what she looked from above. Certainly, to some, she was a fallen angel, but to her daughter Miranda, she was the whole universe. To her, she was the type of woman that the moon chased and the stars wished for; always shining bright day and night. And to the young girl who just turned eighteen, her mommy would always say, “A strong-willed little girl will grow to be a strong independent woman.”

  Los Angeles city’s development was gaining considerable attention nationally; its thriving populace prompted huge mass-produced lodging tracts, new shopping malls, recreational and amusement parks, and eye-getting car culture of drive-ins, car washing outlets, and car dealership businesses that highlighted a glorious advent of youth culture. All these new structures with new designs gained profound attention (both positive and negative) for a state-of-art city, the suburban metropolis.
With heavy investments in the city’s flourishing real estate business, Vivian was not only reaping profits, but also the changes she inspired across the entire culture and all classes redefined modernism. Among the new architectural types was the McDonald brothers’ brilliant angled fast food center (Stanley Meston, Downey), which was acclaimed as one of the most popular structures of the decade nationally. When Vivian founded ‘The Graceland financials’ and introduced Home Savings and Loan to construct outstanding structures (Millard Sheets, Beverly Hills) with the robustness of a vault and enhanced with mosaic murals, sculpture, and stained glass, her efforts successfully brought forth fine arts to the commercial arena. High-rise workplaces also exhibited an astonishing variety. The Circular Capitol Records Tower (Welton Becket Associates, Hollywood) transformed into an immediate milestone, while Glendale Fidelity tower (W. A. Sarmiento, Glendale) was an Organic blend of articulated administration towers of brick with metal sunshades.

  Miranda inherited the tempting seduction from her mom, Vivian. With her exotic accent, captivating eyes and elegant smile, she was naturally charming. She had blonde hair that resembled the continuous waves of a waterfall, enormous green-colored eyes, mesmerizing enough to captivate anyone’s senses and pierce through the soul. Not thin, and certainly not fat, Miranda possessed the exquisite curves and tempting edges giving her a statuesque shape. Miranda had a pair of stunning rounded buttocks that resembled two large hemispherical scoops of ice-creams. The entire community of college lads, her neighborhood chaps had unquestionably accepted that she had to be a fabulous lay. Most of them even agreed Miranda had the best seductive curves in the whole world that could raise the dusty dick of an 85-year-elderly person, not to mention a horny young lad.

  Vivian never allowed the loss of her husband impacting her daughter’s life. And surely, with her care-giving and affectionate attitude for her daughter, she didn’t think it really affected Miranda that much. She never turned to drugs, alcohol or sex to dull the heartbreak and grieves until she got into college. Being a brilliant student and with her competitive gymnastics career in school, took all her time.

  In Los Angeles, age is no excuse for growing old. And Vivian dated occasionally, but really didn’t discuss with Miranda too much about the guys she met and the encounters she had. However, Miranda always thought her mom must have been getting her desired sexual needs. But when Miranda went into college, she could sense the subtle underlying changes occurring in her mom’s attitude. Obviously, that’s an advantage of being an adult, and sure she could tell when her attitude got a little bitchy. Moreover, one of her friends commented that she “needed to get laid” but she didn’t really discuss it with her. Since Miranda wasn’t a troublemaker, she thought her mom trusted her and she was admitted into boarding. Besides, with her focus on studies and gymnastics, Miranda doubted that a business environment could hardly nurture her dreams.

  As for Miranda, she lost her virginity, her senior year in college within a few weeks of her eighteenth birthday. She had dated the guy for a while and to be honest, it was more due to the peer pressure of being the last virgin in her group rather than her own self-interest. Incidentally, her first time wasn’t that thrilling and satisfying as she expected it to be. To Miranda, it seemed that the guy was too inexperienced in a girl’s anatomy to pleasure her in the most ravishing way. So, she broke up. As for her second boyfriend, he demanded a blowjob on their second date. Since the guy was smart, suave and handsomely good-looking, she couldn’t turn down his request and proceeded to give him a head. That was the first time she tasted cum. But soon she found her deviant nature when she discovered her liking for female body.

  But Vivian also had her eyes on her daughter and it turned somewhat into a mess for Miranda. Soon after the college was back in the session after the Christmas holidays, was the time their story takes a noteworthy bypass. It was a Friday night like so many others. Gymnastics practice was over and Miranda didn’t have a meet that week. She had two long days to relax and was hoping to find a good guy to hook up with at the weekend party. About 6 pm, be that as it may, she felt really sick. The last thing Miranda never wanted was to spend the weekend sick in the college dorm. Thus, she decided to return home. In any case, her affectionate mother would take care of her if she would get stuck in bed. When she rushed out to the parking lot, unfortunately, her car didn’t start and she couldn’t find any conveyance to board and return home either. “Today is the shittiest day in my life,” Miranda wondered helplessly.

  Just when she was feeling too sick to even stand on her legs, fortunately, one of her friends happened to arrive there. She agreed to give Miranda a ride home in her father’s Ford Mustang. Feeling blessed just at the nick of time, Miranda grabbed some clothes from her room and headed back home. Her mother wasn’t home when she got there which was definitely not a big surprise. She was all the while feeling sick so she went to her room, stripped down to her bra and panties and slipped under the covers. Then, Miranda remembered that she bought clothes to do laundry. Damn, it. She got up and rushed down the two flights of stairs to the cellar. She began to heap the clothes and after that walked back languidly upstairs to her room and back into the bed. She must have fallen asleep because she woke when she heard the garage door squeaking. It was dark out there. When she looked at the clock, it timed 1:30 am. That appeared to be quite strange and unusual for her mother, but, so be it. She peeked out the window and saw a VW Beetle in the garage with a man standing next to it. This was puzzling her. That must be her stepfather Charles, she suspected. When she investigated the surroundings with curiosity, she saw her mom walking out of the garage lazily. Vivian was staggering a bit and obviously, a little drunk.

  Then Miranda recalled her mother stated that she would be in a party. She figured her mother and got drunk as she couldn’t drive, Charles must have decided to drop her home. She wondered in her own thoughts when she surprisingly found her mom tossing her arms around Charles and started to kiss him passionately. Instinctively, Miranda backed away from the window, but she kept on peeking around the edge of her blinds. Her stepfather, Charles’s arms were wrapped around Vivian’s waist, holding her up. Miranda was stunned when Vivian took her left hand and grabbed Charles’s right wrist. She then guided his hand under her skirt. Maybe she was jerking off herself using his hand in the open view of their driveway. “Was this really my mom, I’m watching?” Miranda wondered as she heard her heart beating like drums.

  After around 30 seconds or so Vivian pulled Charles’s hand out from under her skirt and started to suck his forefinger. “Damn,” Miranda thought, “Mom, is definitely more sexual than I ever imagined”. Vivian then turned and pulled her husband, Charles toward the garage. Miranda heard the door squeaking to close. When she looked out of the window again, Charles was not in his car and he certainly had plans with Vivian for the night. Miranda started to freeze a bit both in fear and cold. She realized she hadn’t informed her mother of her arrival; at least, she could have called her office. There was no way for Charles and her mom to know she was back home. Neither was she in a position, both mentally and physically to get out of the house in the midst of a freezing night. And to make situations worse, the mother and the daughter’s rooms were adjacent to each other. Miranda had smartly realized her mom had planned for herself and she wasn’t going to ruin that. She lay down on her bed and pulled her cover over her head. Miranda just wanted to check what Charles and Vivian were up to and how far they could go on their passionate adventures.

  In spite of the fact that it took them around 10 minutes to come upstairs to her mother’s room, Miranda didn’t take that long to realize her panties were soaking wet after watching her mom and her stepfather, Charles on the driveway. In fact, her fingers were already dancing over her clit much before she heard her mom’s room door open. She was doing her best silent masturbation technique. Her mom wasn’t all that worried about being heard. She’d never heard her state a dirty word before, but that night she was going to ex
perience another out of the world realization…

  Sound ventured entirely well between their walls. It resonated far better when Miranda had cracked her door open and her mother didn’t bother closing hers because Miranda was supposed to be at the college dorm. Between an unfading lustful chorus of “fuck me harder” and “make me your whore” which Miranda wouldn’t believe left Vivian’s mouth, and four astonishing orgasms she encountered on her fingers, she sensed that Vivian had crossed the limits of her excitements while Charles rammed her. Not only that, she thought that Vivian was cumming hard and often. Miranda’s perversions had conquered and corrupted her worldly senses.

  When her sheets reeked and soaked, Miranda was forced to acknowledge the incredible stimulations she was experiencing. Obviously, this had not been the electric experience Miranda had with her fingers before and neither with any of the boys that penetrated her. All of a sudden, juices flooded her pussy and she had the single best orgasm of her life till date. She was shaking as climax after climax shattered her young, inexperienced body, sending chills down her spine. When she couldn’t hold herself back any further, she felt her pussy walls pulsating, squeezing around her fingers each time she peaked her excitements. She gasped and moaned involuntarily dreaming of a man’s warm seed implanted deep in her womanhood. Miranda took deep breaths in order to calm down her stimulating excitements. Gradually, she pulled her wet fingers from her overflowing pussy and tasted her own juices. Sucking her fingers of her own lewd juices, she imagined how a strong man would hug her close when he would blast inside her. That powerful orgasm had exhausted Miranda completely. She was satisfied beyond limits as she finally felt her eyelids getting heavier. Too tired to get up and bolt her bedroom door, she fell deep asleep.