The Rougher Explicit Collection of Stories Box Set Compilation

by Amira Bradford

  It was a trick I'd read online, g-spot orgasms. I knew she felt like she had to go to the bathroom incredibly after the first few minutes, but all I did was find my thumb into two soft bumps of her insides to stroke hard, fast, and everywhere I could reach. She was convulsing in place, whimpering and whining in pleasure with every brush of my thumb. I tilted my head to watch as she rested in what little food she had left, cake stuck to her face like a messy child as her lips soaked in the milk. I reached my free hand up and started sliding through her hair, still rubbing around within her constantly squirming pussy.

  It didn't take long before the combination of pleasure and petting had her eyes closed. The food forgotten, she relaxed completely into my hands, a little melted puppy of pure orgasmic comfort. Deciding I'd distracted her enough, I pulled her up against me and picked her up, curled against me. The walk to the living room was short, so I could easily set into the couch and tuck her at my side, resuming rubbing my fingers over her head.

  I got through maybe twenty minutes of TV before she stirred again, lifting her head slowly to bump her head fully into my cheek. "Well, good morning, pup." I gave her an enormous squeeze into me, getting a comforted grunt in return as she melted into my side. "Hopefully you napped okay."

  "Ruff!" She lapped at my cheek a couple times before looking down, seeing my still-erect member against my stomach. She bent down with tongue out to lick at it, too, but I gave her ear a sharp pinch and a bit of a twist. "Ipe!"

  "I told you. If you don't finish your food, no dessert. You left quite a bit in the bowl." Her face looked stunned for two seconds before she dashed out of the room and back into the kitchen. I could literally hear her scraping the bowl across the floor trying to get it up before she came back, carrying it within her teeth to show me the crumb-free surface.

  Her eyes took a very hopeful look as she sat between my legs, looking from my face to my erection. "You want to lick it, don't you?" She nodded once. "You want to taste it and have it in your mouth?" She nodded with more energy. "You want to drink your dessert all gone?" Her eyes were wide in hope as her hair bounced to her frantic nodding.

  I reached down and petted behind one ear, calming her face a bit. "If you would have cleaned your bowl the first time, I'd agree. But you had to leave it for half an hour... so, no. I get to shoot it somewhere else." Her face was disappointed for all of half a second as she crawled into my lap, nuzzling against me fondly. There would be a million other chances for her to suck me off, and she was happy to at least know that.

  For now? I pushed her off me to the side, pressing her chest into the couch as I knelt behind her, leveling my dick to press between her two holes. "Make you whine for my pleasure, or make you whimper for ours? I say... you pick. You know what we need for either one. Fetch." She jumped immediately off the bed and dashed away, making a few sounds while searching for something in the play room. She soon returned with a little bottle of lube between her teeth, dropping it on front of me before jumping back on and bending over.

  It wasn't often she volunteered, but it was something I never complained about receiving. I started bumping my dick's head into her ass's hole, prodding lightly while uncapping the lube to let down a few drops. They hit the tip and slid down to the bottom as I kept dripping, making sure to get to the shaft and her hole before setting the bottle aside to start coating my skin in it.

  It didn't take long before my member was shining with lube as she bumped back into it, whimpering anxiously. I leveled it and started pushing, gently but steadily, as she adjusted her rear to get the angle just right. It took a few seconds for the head to slide in, clearing the tight grip of her anus for the shaft to start sinking into her as she moaned out longingly.

  I started thrusting slowly, getting her used to it again as one hand gripped her waist. The other slid into her hair and tugged back, lifting her face from the couch's cushion. "Bark for me, bitch."

  "Bark!" I started thrusting quicker, excited by the moaning tone of her yelp. "Bark! Bark! Bark! Bar! Bar! Bar!" Each bark made me thrust faster, my hips soon making her ass jiggle in place with each push as she lost her coherency.

  All I could breathe out was "Ah, ah!" as I slid in her from head to base, savoring how her anus tugged at the skin and rubbed the head each time I thrust inside her. I started tugging her into me, ass slapping mine as my grip on her hair tightened, sparking another moan. "I said bark!"

  "Bark! Bark! Ar! Ar! Ar! Arrr!" She was lost in the feeling, gripping the cushion to keep from fingering herself as I kept thrusting, pushing her whole body forward every time I connected with that soft ass. I squeezed my fingers into her hip, causing her muscles to grip me tighter in her.

  "Oh, m—god!" The heat, wetness, and tightness of her body threw me into a frenzy, thrusting faster than her barks could keep up with. We both were gasping for air between bounces together as I unclenched my eyes to see her looking at me longingly. "Want, me, in, there, too!?"

  She nodded, tugging her hair more as she did. I closed my eyes and kept humping anyway, loving the feeling of her ass around my erection too much to let it go just yet. That addicting grip was bringing up tingles, the warmth of an orgasm, and it kept rising each time I slid as deep as possible into her. Suddenly, I let go of her hair and hips, tilting up to look as I slid out of her ass and found myself pushing quickly, roughly up her pussy.

  It was absolutely soaked in pleasure and hotter than her ass, helped more by her moan of orgasm as she buried her face back into the couch. Humping was so smooth and slick that it felt almost like nothing until her climax brought her muscles down in throbbing grips. I moaned out as the feelings took over my dick, putting me at my peak as my hands grabbed her hips to shove her back against me with every push.

  "Ahhh-ah, ah! Ahh, ah...." My dick was throbbing, and all the pleasure I could offer started squirting out to mix with hers as I kept humping. Even with my dick already starting to soften a bit, it felt too amazing in her to just pull out and let go; my hips kept clapping against hers as I thrust, not wanting to slip out if I could help it. Her moaning turned to a whimper as she relaxed in front of me, and I finally accidentally slid out to feel the cool air rushing over my wet dick.

  We stayed there, catching our breath for a couple minutes before my hands slid up her back, finding the collar to unclip it. The moment it fell, she turned around and tackled me onto the couch, wild just-been-fucked hair falling around us to hide us from the world. "God, I love you." I couldn't even say so back before her lips found mine and our tongues met, swirling together in heated passion.

  Finally, I pulled away and held her by the cheeks, thumbs stroking the skin as our eyes met. "You realize now you need to wash it. And I need to get cleaned off."

  She smiled, too, and relaxed her body, though the fire stayed in her eye. "I'm thinking of something a little more important." I tilted my head curiously, earning a tiny giggle. "Who gets to wear it to bed tonight?"

  The End.

  Theatre Fun

  The theatre was dark with a single spotlight centered on the two figures on the stage. It was the final act, and Jayne realized with a start, that she had missed most of the dialogue that had passed between the actors. Instead, her focus had been on the slow rhythmic sound of Steve's steady breathing and the warmth emanating from his closeness. The faint masculine scent of his body teased her and flooded her senses with intoxicating arousal.

  She glanced surreptitiously at him. Her deep green eyes swept over his face then drifted down the seat, admiring again the strong line of his jaw, his finely chiseled features and his hard body clad in a tuxedo.

  "Stop it Jayne!" she chided herself. "You're acting like a school girl."

  Looking back towards the stage her mind continued it's torturous debate. Yes, she was indeed behaving like a girl on her first date. This was so unlike her, not at all like the cool sophisticated woman she knew herself to be. It was not as though they hadn't been out before. Since being introduced to Steve at a dinner party
, they had chatted on the phone, had been out for lunch and had met for drinks.

  He was articulate, intelligent and had a wicked sense of humor. Jayne sensed though, that underneath his smooth polish and charm, there was a deeply sexual and perhaps even ruthless side to him. She had learned that he was in the film and television business, and she wondered idly how many hopeful starlets he had fucked in his life. There was no doubt in her mind that Steve was a worldly and sexually experienced stud. Truthfully though, he had always behaved in a proper and gentlemanly manner with her; even when he flirted openly and undressed her with his dark intense eyes.

  Jayne kept feeling that there was something different about this evening. From the time she had slipped in next to him at the back of the chauffeur-driven stretch limousine, she had felt an undeniable sexual heat between them.

  Her mind wandered back to the intermission when Steve had walked over to the bar to fetch drinks. She had noticed the way his body moved and how the tailored pants fit snugly over his tight ass. Her breath caught sharply at the memory of the long lingering look he had given her and the way his strong fingers casually caressed her hand as she took the drink from him.

  Jayne moved slightly in the seat, aware suddenly that she was feeling decidedly warm in her short black stretch velvet evening dress. She had chosen it carefully for their date. It was sexy but understated, showing off her curves and some cleavage, while leaving enough to the imagination. She crossed her long tanned legs and shifted restlessly, trailing a finger up to her throat where she felt her pulse point throbbing steadily. Then she let her fingers slide down, convinced that she would find a trickle of perspiration nestled between her exposed cleavage. The silky smooth skin between her breasts was dry, and she breathed a small sigh of relief.

  Steve looked towards her and smiled. "Are you okay," he whispered, his hand brushing lightly against her thigh.

  "Yes," she nodded, her skin burning from his touch.

  A shiver passed through her as she imagined Steve touching her body, using his tongue to pleasure her and to lick sweat and juice from her private crevices. A vivid image of his turgid cock fucking her seared into her brain. Jayne needed him to pound her deeply, to use her, to pleasure her and she wanted to be the most alluring, exciting and unforgettable fuck that he had ever had. Her pussy throbbed excitedly as she felt a deep stab of desire and the unmistakable sensation of spreading moisture. Oh God, she thought, my pussy is seeping already! A sudden burst of thundering applause jolted her out of her thoughts as the curtain dropped and the show ended.

  "I need to freshen up in the ladies room," she said, as they stepped into the crowded foyer of the theatre. And regain my composure! She thought silently.

  "Sure, meet me up front, I'll have the driver bring the car around," Steve replied, flashing her a slow sexy smile.

  Cold water gushed over her hands and wrists as Jayne glanced at the reflection in the mirror. Her lustrous brown hair, flecked with natural red streaks cascaded around her shoulders. She barely noticed the wild fevered look in her green eyes and the deep red color that had flooded her full mouth. What was really difficult to ignore was the outline of her stiffened nipples poking obscenely through the sensuous texture of her dress. She ran her flattened palms over the top of the dress, straightening the fabric, but further arousing her already engorged nipples.

  This gesture did not go unnoticed by an attractive blonde woman who was applying lipstick at the mirror across from her. Jayne snapped her purse shut, just as the restroom cleared and she walked towards the door.

  "Excuse me, but can you help me?" the blonde woman called.

  "Yes, what is it?" Jayne replied, mildly irritated at being delayed further.

  "I can't seem to get this damn clasp closed!" she said, turning the open clasp of a pearl necklace to the front of her neck.

  Jayne moved in towards the woman, took the clasp from her and concentrated on closing it. She could smell faint traces of a familiar fragrance drifting up from the blonde woman's neck.

  "Ah, you're wearing the new Gaultier perfume, I love it," Jayne said, finally getting the clasp closed and locked into place.

  "And I love your hard nipples, they look good enough to eat..." the blonde murmured against Jayne's ear.

  Jayne stepped backward, momentarily stunned by the woman's words.

  "Look, I saw you and your hot, handsome date together," the woman continued, " And the two of you look so utterly fuckable that I've become aroused. I'm sorry but I couldn't hold back confessing my feelings." She grabbed Jayne's hand and guided it under her own dress. "Here, feel!"

  Without thinking, Jayne ran her hand over the damp crotch of the woman's panties and involuntarily slipped a finger under them. She felt the moist matted curls, the swollen slick pussy lips and the wetness seeping from them. The woman let out a low throaty groan as Jayne's finger probed.

  "Why don't you and your date take me home with you tonight and fuck me. I'll pleasure you any way you wish. Please let me be your sex toy!" she begged, as Jayne removed her glistening finger from between the woman's thighs.

  Jayne felt her own pussy contract violently. She couldn't believe how erotic it had been to feel the soft inside of another woman's hot wet cunt. The smell of pussy juice lingered in the air and Jayne had to suppress an overwhelming desire to taste and suck her juice-coated finger. Thoughts and questions crowded Jayne's fevered mind. Her body was responding to the brazen slut's suggestion, but could she go along with it? What would Steve think? And, what if this was some wannabe actress trying to get a couch audition?

  "Who are you! What's your name?" Jayne demanded.

  "Kim," the woman replied, suggestively running her hands over the swell of her breasts.

  "Are you an actress Kim?"

  "Hell no, honey this is no act. I'm very hot for you!" she laughed throatily, "But if you must know, I am in sales and marketing."

  Jayne looked the woman over, appraising her closely. No, she definitely wasn't one of those hopeful starlets, but she was sexy. She looked to be in her thirties, medium height with short well-cut blonde hair and blue eyes. Her low cut dress showed full rounded breasts and a firm toned body.

  Kim moved towards Jayne and boldly ran her fingertips over Jayne's engorged nipples. "Come on, you know you want this as much as I do," she whispered. "I'll make you feel good, as only a woman can, and we can fuck him together. Let's do it please!" she urged.

  Jayne hesitated for a moment faced with a dilemma. She was unwilling to share Steve , but she was acutely aware of the pulsing wetness and the familiar twinges inside her pussy. God, she actually wanted this! She needed this new experience, and she was certain it would please Steve. After all, she mused; it was a favorite male fantasy to have two women together.

  Her mind was made up. "Yes, we can do it!" Jayne said, her head spinning with wanton desire, "But, we "entertain" Steve, you don't get to fuck him. Do you understand that?"

  "Mmm so we put on a show for him, and I get to fuck you, right?" Kim purred seductively.

  "Yes," Jayne replied firmly, the heat rising from her cheeks. She consoled herself with the thought that Kim would merely be their fuck toy. "Now let's get out of here!"

  Steve leaned casually against the polished exterior of the limo chatting to the driver. He smiled softly when he saw the two women approaching. Now this was going to be interesting, he thought, as he opened the car door.

  "Steve, this is Kim. She is having car trouble, a leaking engine or something. Anyway, I offered her a ride home. I hope you don't mind," Jayne said.

  "No, not at all," Steve replied, looking Kim over as they slid into the plush interior of the limo.

  Jayne and Kim settled into the spacious leather seat with their backs facing the closed wooden panel, which separated the driver's cab from the rest of the car. Steve took the seat opposite them and removed his tie as he offered drinks.

  "You may as well get comfortable, ladies, it's going to be a long ride home." He smiled an
d continued, "The driver mentioned that there's been a serious accident downtown and the traffic has backed up heavily."

  Kim slipped off her high-heeled sandals and stretched her legs along the seat, lightly caressing Jayne's thigh with her toes. Jayne shivered slightly, took a deep breath and looked towards Steve.

  "So, tonight was the opening Premiere. Do you think the show is going to be a hot item?" she asked expectantly.

  Steve sipped his drink thoughtfully. His mind focused on the two women before him. His eyes glinted and he chuckled . "Well, one never knows, only time will tell," he said, his eyes locking with hers. "But it seems to show promise. It has an intriguing plot, great setting and an alluring leading lady."

  Jayne slipped her hand slowly up Kim's creamy thigh, aware that Steve was watching her every move, his eyebrow slightly raised. "The leading lady is not very experienced though," she said softly, her heart thudding in her chest.

  "Sometimes, the finest and most revealing performances come from the inexperienced..." Steve said, huskily, his eyes locking with hers.

  The sexual tension in the car was electric as Jayne moved Kim's dress up to expose the blonde matted pussy hairs peeking through her black underwear. Overcome by the need to taste Kim's moist cunt, Jayne hooked her fingers into the flimsy panties and ripped them off. She traced the outline of Kim's wet swollen pussy lips nestling beneath a trimmed but full bush. Kim moaned deeply "Oh God, don't tease me please!"

  Jayne glanced towards Steve and watched the crotch of his pants strain against his growing bulge. Her own pussy throbbed wildly, as she slid her thumbs down the length of Kim's wet slit and back up the inner lips, obscenely splitting Kim's juicy pink wetness for Steve to see. She heard his sharp intake of breath. He was riveted to what was unfolding before him. Jayne could not believe that she was doing this and how utterly amazing it felt. She reveled in a sense of total uninhibited lust, raw passion and newfound power.