The Rougher Explicit Collection of Stories Box Set Compilation

by Amira Bradford

  Lizzie stood up in front of the webcam and danced seductively. She watched Simon take out his cock, rubbing it slowly and gently at first, then faster as she gyrated in front of him. It was his own personal lap dance but both were fantasising about the people around them watching.

  "They're watching us Lizzie. Men around us are getting stiff as they watch you. I want you to perform for them."

  The conversation paused as they both enjoyed touching themselves. Lizzie's pussy was very wet. She placed her fingers inside, pulling them out slowly and licking her juices.

  "Suck my cock Lizzie," said Simon.

  "In front of all these people."

  Lizzie got wetter and wetter as she imagined running her tongue around the tip of Simon's cock as people watched her. His cock was large and hard and she took him deep into her mouth.

  "You're fucking my mouth," she told him.

  "So many people watching your cock pump in and out of my mouth while you stand tall and proud, trousers at your ankles.

  "You're enjoying me rubbing my hand up and down your shaft as I lick your cock."

  Lizzie was watching Simon on webcam, now leaning back in his executive chair, eyes closed in ecstasy as he imagined her sucking him off in front of everyone.

  "Now we're going to fuck properly," said Lizzie.

  "Bend over," said Simon, back in control.

  "I want you on all fours so I can fuck you hard and deep."

  Lizzie moaned as she fucked herself with her fingers. She moved the cam so Simon could get a good view of her hot wet pussy as she opened it wide with both hands for him to see inside.

  "Fuck me Simon.

  "Harder.

  "Harder.

  "Deeper."

  The pair were lost in their own world, sharing the same fantasy.

  "Can you feel me Simon," she asked.

  "I'm cumming."

  She opened her eyes to watch Simon unload his cum, both of them ending the session with a wry grin.

  "Have a nice day!" Simon said as they logged off.

  That fantasy was to return many times, each time getting ruder and more adventurous.

  "I want us to act out our fantasy," Simon had said on their last cybersex session.

  "Do it for real. In front of people."

  Lizzie's heart stopped and she struggled to hide her fright from the webcam.

  "I want you to do it for me Lizzie," he said.

  "Show me that our relationship means more to you than any other old sex chat."

  "I want to, but I'm scared," she confessed.

  "I'll be gentle with you," he laughed.

  Lizzie had avoided Simon for a couple of days after that, ignoring his texts and going offline everytime he came on.

  She was scared about their relationship. Up until now it had just been fantasy, now she would have to perform for real. What if she wasn't as good in the flesh as she was in cyberspace?

  What if she couldn't go through with it? What would he think then?

  One thing she did know was that she didn't want their fun to end. She was turned on by the thought of having sex with him for real, and liked the idea of having sex in public.

  "I'll do it. For you," she told him. "To show you how much you mean to me."

  Simon had wasted no time.

  'I'll pick you up tomorrow at 9pm. We're going to a place that's been recommended to me. It has a sex booth we can perform in. The clientele are all middle class businessmen,' the text had said.

  Lizzie was petrified and didn't sleep a wink that night. She went over their conversations again and again in her head. She knew he had a hold over her and wanted to fight against that but she liked the power he had over her. He dominated her thought processes. She craved him like she'd never craved anything before. She was desperate for them to act out some of their fantasies.

  Lizzie knew Simon had pushed her to her limit. Could she go through with this?

  Simon was excited and a little nervous too. If he was honest, he'd only dreamt of doing something like this. He'd fantasised about fucking in a sex booth with many women -- but it was a fantasy, that's all. Now it seemed he'd pushed his own boundaries as well as Lizzie's. But he wanted to fuck Lizzie in public more than anything. He had to do it.

  Lizzie felt embarrassed as she opened the door and stepped out into his car. Here was a man who knew more about her than any other person, yet they were strangers to one another. She felt sick and questioned whether she was doing the right thing.

  "Can we stop for a drink on the way?" she asked. "I think I need some Dutch courage."

  After three doubles, she was brave enough to go ahead with their plan. They'd chatted in the bar face to face, had physical contact, and Lizzie knew she wanted to do this.

  They parked a couple of roads away from the club and Lizzie held Simon's hand as he led the way.

  "We have a booth booked," said Simon as they stepped inside.

  A busty brunette dressed in a frilly white bra, knickers and suspenders led them down some steps.

  "This is your own preparation room, feel free to use it for whatever you need to do to prepare," she said.

  "This is it then," said Lizzie. "Too late to turn back."

  Simon leant forward and kissed her, slowly at first, exploring her mouth gently with his tongue. She pulled him towards her and kissed him back harder, hands straight down to touch his cock.

  It felt even better than it looked. Hard and ready for action.

  Simon unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor revealing a black and pink basque. Her breasts were pushed together and Simon was desperate to rub his cock between them.

  He bent down as he slowly pulled down her panties to reveal a neat waxed pussy. Leaning forward, he licked her clit, like a puppy suckling at its mother. Lizzie spread her legs and crouched down, almost forcing Simon to explore her cunt with his tongue.

  He gently pushed two fingers inside of her, feeling her wetness and knowing she was ready for this adventure. Lizzie pulled away from him and led him to the other side of the small, low lit room onto a red leather couch.

  Lizzie knelt down in front of Simon, facing the wall.

  Without speaking a word, he pulled her hair to one side and started to nuzzle her neck. His other hand reached round to her full breasts and he ran his tongue down her neck and spine.

  Both hands were now reaching down and touching her smooth arse.

  "Fuck me Simon," she said. I want our first time to be just for us."

  He pushed his hard cock deep inside her cunt. She was hot and juicy and he pumped hard and rhythmically as she writhed and moaned with pleasure.

  Simon was so close to climax. He'd imagined this so many times and now here he was fucking her senseless. She spun round to face him, keeping his cock inside her as she cocked her leg over his head. Then she pushed him to the ground and sat astride him, pumping up and down his hard cock and enjoying every inch.

  Within minutes he was shooting his hot cum high inside of her, no longer in control of himself or the situation.

  There was a knock at the door, so perfectly timed Lizzie was sure there must have been cameras watching them.

  "We're ready for you now," said the brunette who had led them down.

  They made their way along a stark breeze block corridor before the door to the booth was opened and they stepped inside.

  Around 20 men were gathered on the other side of the glass.

  Lizzie looked each one of them deep in the eyes as Simon slowly undid her basque. It fell to the floor revealing her nakedness and Simon ran his hands across her entire body, leaving nowhere untouched.

  Standing tall and upright, Lizzie opened her legs, turned round and bent over, reaching down to the stilettos she'd bought especially for the occasion.

  She knew the men were watching her, looking at her pussy and her arse. She reached through her legs to touch herself, glancing at some of the men as she did. She saw one rubbing his cock through his trousers, another u
nzipped his jeans and took out his hard cock for all to see.

  Simon was amazed by Lizzie's performance. He truly thought she wouldn't have been able to go through with it. Now she was here, in the booth, performing for all of these men. Simon stood in front of her awestruck.

  She used her finger to beckon him over, laying down and spreading her legs wide as she did.

  Simon was desperate to fuck her again but knew they needed to put on a show for their crowd.

  He knelt in front of her, wanking his cock as she rubbed her clit, back arched and breasts pointing for the ceiling. He moved closer so that his cock was almost touching her wet cunt with each movement.

  She pulled her knees in, grabbing her thighs and inviting Simon in to her hot cosy private space.

  As he moved closer, she moved away, turning over onto all fours and curving her back to push her arse even higher. Simon grabbed her hips and his cock went deep inside. Lizzie cried out with each hard thrust he gave. He fucked harder and harder, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back.

  Outside at least a dozen men had their cocks in their hands, wanking themselves off to the sight of these hungry whores in front of them.

  Lizzie and Simon were lost in the moment, now more concerned with enjoying their fantastic fuck than the thought of being watched.

  Simon wanted to change positions and put on more of a show but he was enjoying that tight pussy around his cock.

  Pumping hard he tried to hold back his orgasm for as long as possible but then, as Lizzie's cunt tightened around him and she yelled out "I'm cumming!" he could hold back no longer. He continued to pump inside her as he came, then slowly withdrew.

  Lizzie span around and sat cross legged in front of him as he stayed kneeling.

  She grasped his cock and pulled him towards her, licking her juices off his now softening cock before they collapsed in a heap and kissed one another passionately. When they pulled away from one another, they noticed curtains had been drawn across the booth and they were back in their own private world.

  "Fucking hell Lizzie," you're hotter than I ever imagined," confessed Simon.

  "You're not so bad yourself," she said, raising one eyebrow as she grinned wryly, knowing she was now just as much in control as he was.

  The End.

  Mechanic

  Jeremy heard the short toot of a horn and glanced out the window in time to see a petite blond give a wave as a red Porsche drove away in a cloud of dust. Ah, the desperate Miss Kendall, he thought, turning to the counter for her paperwork. Her dented little Honda was a far cry from the sporty car she'd just left.

  He watched her cross the lot to the shop door, taking the opportunity to appreciate the view. She was a little shorter than what he usually liked, but her curvy body was slender and compact and nicely displayed in a light gray suit. Her legs were well shaped and strapped into surprising blue heels. She was pretty – not gorgeous, but pretty enough to catch a man's eye and make him take a second look. As, obviously, Mr. Porsche had. He wondered briefly if Mr. Porsche was a friend or a lover. As the door chimed, he figured friend because if Jeremy had been her lover, he'd have stayed to make sure everything went okay.

  "Hello?" The woman had a light hesitant voice and it matched the one who had called earlier.

  Jeremy stepped into the lobby from the shop area and gave her a smile. "Miss Kendall?"

  "Oh! Oh, yes," she answered, starting in surprise. Up close, she was prettier, with wide blue eyes and skin the color of light pink roses. He felt a stirring and quickly tamped it down. "Thank you so much for waiting, Mr..."

  "Jeremy, ma'am," he knew his voice was curt, but his cock had started to ache and he didn't need this now. All he wanted was a beer and a baseball game and the sooner Miss Kendall picked up her Honda, the sooner he'd get what he wanted.

  "Thank you, Jeremy," she said, her eyes dropping as she looked away. Damn, she was a sensitive little thing, he thought as he moved to the counter and dropped her paperwork on top of the pile. He felt a bit like a heel for snapping at her.

  "Let's get you on your way," he softened his voice and she glanced back up at him. He opened the folder, shifted through the details and started to type in the computer, his body on alert as she leaned on the counter to peek at the papers. "Nice ride you got, by the way."

  "Ride? Oh, my baby?" she looked confused.

  She called it her baby? The Honda sported at least 4 dents that said she didn't take care of it like she should. "The Porsche," he clarified, "Friend?"

  "Oh! My boss," she blushed and he started fascinated by the rosy glow on her cheeks. And neck and...Jeremy pulled his eyes back up to her face. Evidently the boss was something more than a friend.

  "Nice car," he mumbled, dropping his eyes back to the paperwork. He read through the initial quote, noticing Miss Kendall was a Sophie. Somehow, that made his cock stand at attention. Sophie seemed so much more...pleasurable.

  "He was just being nice," she mumbled, "It's not like...I mean he's married...Why am I explaining this to you?" She pierced him with her eyes, which now glinted with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

  "Haven't a clue, Miss Kendall," Jeremy hid a smile. So the boss made a move on her.

  "I'm sorry...please call me Sophie," she gave him a small smile and a sigh, "It's been a long day."

  Jeremy finished entering the parts and clicked save. "So you said on the phone," he commented, clicking the print. The old dot matrix in the corner started to wheeze.

  "And I've made it a long day for you too," she sighed, "I'd say sorry again, except I really need my car back." She fiddled with her purse, looking at the counter.

  Jeremy sauntered over to collect the sheets from the printer. "No problem, sweetheart," he gave a shrug, then tore off the pages, "Wouldn't want you to have to be taken around in that Porsche."

  "He kissed me, okay," she fumed, glaring at him again, "Out of the blue, he kissed my cheek as I got in the car. It's not like I said or did anything. I mean, he's nice, but, God, he's married." Her voice trailed off and she blushed again, staring back at the purse as if she wanted to climb inside it. "I mean, I know his wife. She's nice. And I don't think of him..."

  Jeremy leaned on the counter. "Your car is ready," he said softly, "And you won't need another ride in his car." Oh God, the look she sent him had tears swimming in her eyes. "Look, let's get you settled here and then you can go home and relax. Maybe things won't be so bad in the morning." And please God don't cry here.

  She took a deep breath, which cad that he was, made his attention shift to the nice firm breasts lifting and settling. He forced his eyes back to the counter, searching frantically for a pen. He needed to get rid of Miss Sophie, her boss, and her baby Honda. He turned the paperwork towards her and offered the pen. Leaning forward, he caught a whiff of vanilla and spice and it stirred the budding lust inside him.

  "Total's 250 for parts and labor," he said briskly, stepping back a little. Her face went pale.

  "I...Oh God," she stammered.

  Crap. He swore silently as he watched her fumble in her purse. "Look, Miss Kendall," he sighed, "How much were you expecting?" One benefit to being part owner was he could finagle things a little and not catch flack.

  "I've got it. I just need to write a...you don't take checks," her eyes were wide and frantic now. There was no reason he should be turned on by this. But he was. Part of his mind pointed out that he could trade a favor for a favor. Maybe she'd...He stopped the thought before his imagination could fill in the details.

  "I forgot to go by the ATM and get cash. The whole...I just forgot," she stammered again, "I don't have a credit card. I'm so sorry. I...just forgot." The teary eyes were back and he nearly groaned. He was torn between getting her out before she cried and getting her in bed as soon as he could.

  "No problem," he growled, "I'll take a check this once." Anything to get rid of her. He didn't need her tears and he certainly didn't need this erection. Beer and Baseball. The sooner she was gone,
the sooner he'd get beer and baseball. No more picturing how she'd look with those barrettes gone from her tightly-controlled hair or wondering how that hollow at her throat that was pulsing would taste.

  "I'm so sorry..." she repeated, fumbling in her purse again.

  Jeremy dropped his hands to the counter with a loud noise and she jumped. Her eyes shot to his. "No more apologies. No more tears."

  "I'm...I don't know what you want me to do," she whispered, "I'm grateful that you've stayed late and you're risking your job taking my check because I screwed up."

  "I don't want grateful," he growled, "And I'm not risking my job. Don't worry about me." He leaned on the counter until their faces were close and he was eye-to-eye with her. "Worry about yourself and that over-sexed, mid-life crisis boss of yours." He saw her eyes dilate, the blue darkening. His blood began to heat under his skin, his pulse throbbing in his groin. "Write me a check, take your car and go home."

  She licked her lips nervously and his eyes dropped. His cock swelled as he stared at her pink lips, plump and glistening. He wondered how...Jeremy jerked away, stepping back from the counter again. It was easy to see why her boss had kissed her. She was just too tempting. He wasn't sure he'd survive this encounter, let alone if he had to see her every day.

  "Okay," she whispered, finally taking out her wallet and dropping her eyes to focus on the check. She wrote carefully as he watched, tormenting himself. Her teeth caught her bottom lip as she concentrated and his groin tightened painfully. He'd thought these jeans were getting a bit loose, but evidently not faced with Sophie Kendall.

  She finished and offered him the check. He took it and slid it in the register drawer, then offered her the paperwork to sign. She bent over it and what happened next was the straw that broke the camel. With a loud pop, one of the barrettes came loose and fell to the counter. A swing of blond hair – lightly curling – fell across her face as she looked up in surprise. The slightly parted lips, the way the curl brushed her cheek and made her seem younger and more...Jeremy caught her chin in his hand and kissed her.

  He pulled back almost immediately, but not before her taste flooded his senses. He stepped back until the desk behind him caught his thighs, his eyes locked on hers. Her cheeks were flushed again, her eyes dark, her lips...He groaned. "I'm..." he stumbled on the words. How could he be sorry for a tasting such sweetness?