The Rougher Explicit Collection of Stories Box Set Compilation

by Amira Bradford

  Looking over at the clerk I see he's still sleeping, pulling on her hand I tell her lets go. But she pulls back and tells me she can't wait she needs me now. She kisses me as she unzipped my pants and I Feel them drop to the floor. I step out of them as she drops to her knees.

  Talking my hard cock in her hand she licks the precum off the tip before swallowing it not stopping until her nose touches my belly. After a few minutes she pulls her mouth off my cock. Looking up at me she say's, hand me my purse babe. I'm too far gone to question her so I hand the purse to her outstretched hand.

  She starts sucking my cock again, brining me to the point of orgasm four or five times. Each time she would stop just in time. Standing up she turned me around and bent me over the pool table. Before I closed my eyes I looked over my shoulder. Seeing her dress draped over her cock as it pointed up towards the ceiling.

  In the dark it looks just like she had a real cock. Watching her as she unbuttoned her blouse I see her tits and it reminds me she's all women. Watching as she put lube on her finger causing me to tense up. As her finger entering my ass it hurt's a bit. But as she worked the lube in my ass I felt my cock get even harder, harder then it's ever been it was so hard it hurt.

  Soon the finger is pulled out and I tense up when I feel it being replaced by the head of her cock. With one hand on my hip and the other stroking my cock she said ok baby relax, here it comes I'll go slowly at first to let you get used to but then I'm going to give you all of it. She stopped when I gasped as the head entered, then with a slow push I felt her hips touch my thighs.

  I though it would hurt but was shocked when it felt so damn good. A few strokes and I came all over her hand. That didn't stop her though, when she realized I'd cum she put her fingers to my lips saying, taste you're cum bitch, lick my fingers clean. I did as she said by now I was so excited I would do anything she asked.

  When her hand was clean she put them both on my hips and started to fuck me. She started slow; I could feel every ripple on her cock as she slowly pulled out before slamming it home hard. She was talking to me as her orgasm built telling me how good it felt. As she picked up speed her grunting told me she was getting close and when her orgasm hit she was pounding her cock into my ass so fast and hard she was bouncing me off the table.

  As each orgasm hit she would slow down and tell me how good it felt. Then as she started on another orgasm she would start pounding my ass again until by her third orgasm I was hard again and ready to cum.

  I surprise myself when I said, come on bitch really give it to me, fuck my ass like you mean it. Hearing this she slapped my ass and said ok baby get ready, you want it hard and fast I'll give it to you hard and fast.

  Holding my hips tight she planted her feet on the floor. As she fuck me like a mad woman, her pounding was so hard my feet were lifting off the floor. This time when she came she didn't slow down If anything she fucked me harder. When I felt her cum I joined her with the hardest most intense orgasm of my life.

  We must have made a lot of noise because the clerk woke up and when he realized what we were doing he started screaming at us to get out. As fast as I could get my pants on we were out the door.

  That was two years ago, were still together and we still do crazy sex things. Who knows maybe some day you'll catch us in a bar. Maybe if you're lucky you'll get to join us. If you're real lucky you'll get a taste of Cindy's cock

  The End.

  The Agency

  "It's torture, isn't it?", Jason observed aloud.

  Although he had made no attempt to hide his arrival, Trinity was startled to hear his voice. He could see she was distracted, but he didn't mind. It was easy to see why her mind was elsewhere.

  Trinity's body trembled and glistened with sweat. She was completely nude, lying on her stomach, her limbs lashed spread out and lashed down. From the V in her legs, a slight buzzing could be heard. Upon closer inspection, Jason could see a small "butterfly" vibrator strapped to her clit, the base of a 'G'-spot vibrator, and rising from the swell of her quivering ass, a set of vibrating anal beads. All of these devices were set to low, which allowed her to become aroused, but nowhere near enough to bring her to climax. In fact, even as he watched, Jason could see the 'butterfly' begin to vibrate slowly, increase speed slightly, before stopping. It then began the trip again. No matter how much she struggled, Trinity could not push herself over the edge to orgasm.

  Hence, the distraction. Jason stared at her body, helpless, tense, and throbbing. He knew the battle going on inside her. She didn't want these things in her, and she fought so hard to fight the pleasure they brought her. But part of her, a growing part, wanted to cum.

  'And in that, lies her weakness,' he thought with a smile. An ex-lover of his had once spilled the secret to get a woman to answer any question.

  She had said,"Honey, you withhold an orgasm from me long enough... I will tell you where my grandmother buries her silver." Her lighthearted words of advice were the secret of his high track record.

  Word around the "Agency" was if you needed answers from a woman, you needed Jason Delmont on your team. He'd secure the 'witness', take her to a special lab in the Nevada desert, and come out with all your questions answered. He would almost always have even more extensive information than expected. This he would keep for his own protection. Sometimes, he would offer to sell parts of the extra information to his clients. For a modest fee of course.

  Most of his clients had no idea what he did to extract said information from the informants, and most were reasonably sure they didn't want to know. They just paid their fees, collected their requested information, and made sure they sent male couriers. Just to be safe.

  Trinity was a special case, an exception to the usual rule. It was nothing she knew that he was looking for. The information his client wanted was in the head of Trinity's father, Senator MacAllister. But no man could see his 19 year old daughter tortured like this, and not give in. The Polaroids had been delivered and Jason was now waiting for word that the required information hand been received and his fee deposited into the proper accounts. Breaking Trinity wasn't exactly part of his orders, but he always excelled at his job, and he indulged this once.

  He saw the inner torment in her, and knew she was close. Soon she would beg for the pleasure these unwanted intruders could provide. She would blush red with humiliation as he would make her admit aloud that she wanted to cum, needed to cum, and would do anything for the privilege. His staff hardened at the thought of her begging. He was intelligent enough to admit to himself that the begging was what made it all worthwhile.

  Jason leaned over her head and looked at her face. She stared back at him; her eyes were full of venom. "Are we ready to admit defeat yet?," he asked politely. Manners matter, his mom used to say.

  Trinity gritted her teeth, and managed to gasp out, "Get bent, asshole." Her words lacked impact, however, for as soon as she got them out she began to moan uncontrollably. All she wanted was release.

  Jason smiled down at her as she slowly fought to stop her groans of passion, get them under control. "Perhaps another 20 minutes then...," he walked away and, as she began to sob, his smile simply grew larger.

  The End.

  The First Time

  Well, at last you have decided that you want to learn how to fist, and that you want me to teach you. You have realised that without a little pain, there's no gain! You are understandably a bit nervous, but you know I can be trusted not to do you any lasting harm, that I'm not a complete monster.

  The secret, as I have said before, is in trust, arousal and LUBE.... You know I can arouse you already, and you see no reason not to trust me. The lube, I will bring to the party.

  I arrive at your place early in the evening. I have brought an imported bottle of rose wine with me and you put it in the freezer to chill it quickly. I catch you to me and kiss you hungrily, hugging you tightly - you return my kiss eagerly. We break the clinch and you ask me, "What's in the bag?"

  "A
ll in good time!" I reply, teasing you. I kick the little bag under the couch, and we relax on to it together, with me slightly underneath you. We kiss again, and my hand finds its way up under your blouse to tweak your left nipple - you don't wear a bra when you know I'm visiting. You really enjoy having your nipples played with, the harder the better, and soon you are moaning in heat.

  "Get undressed, darling!" I whisper in your ear, and you rapidly oblige, standing up and practically tearing off your clothes. I remove my shirt while you are stripping, and you return to lie against me again, completely naked. Your pussy presses against my thigh and I can feel your wetness through the fabric of my jeans.

  I prop myself on my left elbow and you naturally roll onto your back. I take your left nipple in my teeth, nipping gently, and you gasp. I run my right hand up your right thigh to your groin, and you automatically part your legs and bend your knees to let me get at you. I find you so slippery that I wonder if you have wet yourself. Your hands go around me, one in my hair and one against the middle of my shoulderblades. You pull me against your breasts, and I swap from one to the other and back again, licking, sucking and biting you. You gasp with a mixture of pleasure and pain, and your legs part even further as my fingers start to penetrate your wet sex.

  I frig you with my fingertips, playing with the bud of clit that hardens at my touch. It isn't many more minutes before you come, arching your back, pulling me to you, clamping your thighs around my hand.

  Again we break our clinch, gently, with kisses, and I get up to retrieve the wine and two glasses. We sit close together, touching at hip and shoulder, my arm around you, as we sip our drinks. You ask me about my day, and I tell you briefly, then ask you about yours. You tell me that you have the day off tomorrow, so you can sleep in. I don't but I say I might just sleep in anyway.

  We pass a happy forty minutes or so, refilling our glasses, until the wine has all gone. We are both feeling mellow and relaxed, you more than me, because you have already enjoyed an orgasm. I don't mind though, I'm happy to wait, to draw things out as long as I can. Unlike you, once I have come, I can't do it again quickly, especially now I am advancing in years.

  We lie on the couch again, together, and I lower myself until my lips brush your belly. I kiss my way down to your clit and there I stay, licking, sucking, nibbling. You pull my head down to your groin using both hands, and you moan. With my right hand, I feel inside you with two, then three fingers- you are wetter than ever. I feel the time has come to try something out of your comfort zone.

  I cast around and find the empty wine bottle -- it is one of the long-necked variety with a conical neck. Gently, I introduce the neck into your vagina - you don't notice straight away. The bottle neck is long, nearly eight and a half inches from the mouth to where it stops flaring out. At the mouth, it is only about an inch in diameter, which is probably why you haven't noticed - my fingers are larger. At the body of the bottle, however, it is three inches across, or ten inches in circumference, and about four and a half inches long.

  I gently slide four or five inches of the bottle into you, pushing into you then pulling back a little. By now, the bottle neck is about two inches across where it enters you and you have noticed at last. Your right hand leaves the back of my head and explores down to where the bottle is doing its work. "Wow!" you say.

  "Do you like it?" I ask, raising my head. "How does it feel?" You think about it for a few seconds.

  "It feels good! It is definitely big and very hard -- there's no give. But it's a good feeling, for sure."

  "Think you could take more of it?"

  "I'm sure I could try, especially if you keep your mouth busy, lover...."

  So, for the next quarter hour or so, I keep my mouth busy. Little by little, the bottle gets slid deeper and deeper into you, never too fast or too hard, always just at the limit of what I feel you can cope with, always with a little bit of pressure to stretch you gently. You come three or four times during this process. Finally, all of the conical section of the bottle is inside you and the parallel part has begun to go in, but there's no more room lengthways inside you.... You are very turned on indeed, however, and are keen to do more.

  "Put it in big end first!" you tell me.

  I'm all for that, as you can well imagine. I'm concerned that you aren't subjected to any more discomfort than necessary, though, so I retrieve my little bag from under the couch. One of my treasures is a tube of KY and I liberally anoint you and the base of the bottle with dollops of Johnson & Johnson's finest. You giggle because the goo is cold. I offer the base of the bottle up to your by now distended labia, and with a bit of wiggling, it slides inside you quite easily -- and keeps on sliding in, until probably about six inches of it are inside you and your labia have begun to close around the conical section again. You gasp a little, but say that you are good when I ask you.

  I frig you with the bottle for what seems like hours, but is probably only ten minutes or thereabouts. To begin with, you find it difficult -- it is very hard and unforgiving and you are tender. You quickly learn to relax and enjoy it though, especially when I start to use my tongue on you again. You have another incredibly powerful orgasm and ask me to stop while you recover. I go to take the bottle out but you say no, leave it in me.

  I just love to see you lying there, with the bottle neck protruding from your glistening labia. If I look closely, I can see that it is jerking slightly in time with your heartbeat. I caress your labia gently where they close around the bottle -- they feel smooth and slippery -- so very sexy. You look like a goddess to me and I tell you so. You tell me not to play the fool, but I can tell you are pleased. I ask if you are comfortable and you tell me that you are -- you feel a bit "full" but it's not an unpleasant sensation.

  I ask if you are ready to try my hand yet? You say yes, why not?

  "Just take it slow...." I promise that I will and you say not too slow, though, laughing. I gently pull out the bottle -- your pussy gapes open a little. You say you now feel empty and hollow.... I anoint you again with the KY, and put a generous quantity on the fingers of my right hand. I have no trouble putting three fingers in you up to my knuckles, so I make it four and still have no trouble. I rub your clit with my thumb and I feel little twitches and spasms from your vaginal muscles. I ask how you are and you say fine, don't stop now.

  I rub more KY onto my knuckles and the ball of my thumb. I fold my thumb across the palm of my hand and into the hollow formed by my fingers, so my hand is in the duck-bill shape that is easiest to insert. I slide all my fingers and thumb gently into you, all the way to the knuckles. I can feel some resistance now. I start to gently pump my fingers in and out of you, pushing slightly harder and harder each time. You start to gasp, and your right hand comes down to your pussy and you start to rub your clit -- hard. I take this for encouragement and push a little harder. I am making slow but steady progress now, and a little more of my hand is entering you each time I push.

  Suddenly, your left hand shoots to my right wrist which you grasp in an iron grip. I think that you are going to pull my hand out of your pussy, but you do the complete opposite and pull me into you, urgently and firmly. You are gasping loudly now, your right hand still busy on your clit. I go with you, pushing inside you at your urging, and within thirty seconds, my knuckles pass inside you and my right hand is in your pussy to the wrist. You scream out loud and come simultaneously, your vaginal muscles spasming and clamping hard enough onto my hand to be painful.

  As the tremors subside, I leave my hand absolutely still inside you -- I know that any movement will be extremely intense for you. You need time to become accustomed to the sensation, and for your muscles to relax again after your mammoth orgasm. Eventually, you tug experimentally at my wrist to try to remove my hand from you. I tell you it will be better if you bear down and push me loose, rather than if I pull free. You do as I suggest and within a minute or so, my hand emerges from your tender and sensitive pussy.

  "I want you to fuck me
now," you say. I don't need telling twice and tear off my jeans and underwear. I have an erection I could cut glass with. I enter you so smoothly and easily and bury myself to the hilt inside you. I feel as though I am filling every cubic inch of your pussy. Your legs wrap around my thighs and buttocks and your arms around my back, and you draw me deeper into you.

  "That was amazing!" you say. "I want to do it again real soon -- but not tonight, OK?"

  The End.

  Waiting All Along

  "What are you doing here?"

  "What do you think?"

  "Just get you shit and get out!" He hissed

  "Gladly!"

  And that was the last thing she said to him before she walked out of his life almost ten years ago. He knew he hurt her, knew he could never forgive her for her dishonesty, but by God ten whole years of the gut wrenching agony of being away from her, of thinking his trust was misplaced only to find that it was all a sickening lie. He could have been happy, could have had a family by now, could have had it all. Now he had no one to trust, just as it had been when he made her leave. What was he to do now? Surely after ten years she would have gone on with her life, had a career, had her husband one that loved and treated her with trust and placed her above all else, God she must have a million kids by now. He always knew that she wanted a big family and the family dog. She wanted it all, and he'd been so sure that he was going to be the one to give it to her. But the years have made him bitter without her, as much as he hoped she was happy and loved, he hoped the she was in despair and dread just like he was in. 'But that was selfish, she had already gone through this all because of me. Shit! I should have listened.'

  "Happy birthday to you!" they all sung the last line of the song. Grace Miller walked through the crowd of friends young and old and neighbors, making her way to her son holding his birthday cake. Grace stood at 5'5, a beautiful black woman, straight processed hair that went to her shoulders, big brown eyes, flat nose but that only added to her allure and slightly thick lips. Now she wore a plain white shirt and black jeans and a white Nike sneakers, without overdoing it, she looked completely relaxed and at home. She set the cake on the round mahogany table now covered with a white table cloth, young Joshua Miller could not contain his joy as a wide smile spread across his face and his eyes lit with amazement as he gazed on his one foot cake with his name on it. Grace ran a hand through the soft shaggy hair and gently kissed his forehead. "Happy birthday honey" she said to him.