The Rougher Explicit Collection of Stories Box Set Compilation

by Amira Bradford

  "Oh." It was all she could think of. Twice today she'd been kissed suddenly. The first had been distressing and embarrassing. This one...

  "I'm not married or anything," he blurted it out, then wanted to smack himself. Any other time, say in a bar or something, and he'd be smooth and slick and have her eating out of his hand. Not have her staring at him like he'd slapped her. Not have himself staring like he had no idea what to do with a woman.

  "Oh. Okay," she said.

  "Just so's you know," he continued, damning himself for babbling, "'Cause I wouldn't kiss you if I was." There was at least 4 feet between them, but he felt like he could feel the heat of her body touching his. Or maybe he was burning up from the inside.

  Something in her look changed. He watched in helpless arousal as her eyes swept over his body, from his long legs, to the huge bulge at his crotch, to the oil-stained tee that covered his chest. "Since you're not married," she murmured, tilting her head a little, the curl sweeping her cheek again, "Maybe you'd like to kiss me again."

  "Not a good idea." Kissing her again would lead to touching her. It sounded like a good idea.

  He really wanted to touch her, to taste her, to bury his throbbing cock inside her. But somewhere there had to be a catch to this.

  "Even if I said pretty please?" she teased. She took a step back and unbuttoned her suit jacket. "I feel kind of...warm." She wore a lighter grey blouse under the jacket, the material so thin he could see the pattern of her lacy bra. His eyes shot to her face, even as his cock strained against his pants.

  "Why...?" He could ask himself the same question. Why was he fighting this? Hadn't he fantasized about her? Hadn't he kissed her once already and enjoyed it? Didn't he want more? Hell, yes, he did.

  "I have needs," she slid the jacket down her arms, "Like everybody else. We've already established that you're not attached. I'm not attached." She let the jacket dangle in her fingers a moment before dropping it to the floor. Her eyes wandered down to his crotch again. "You're obviously attracted. Why shouldn't I want to see where this goes?"

  She was even more slender without the jacket, her breasts firm and full under the thin silk and lace. She reached up and undid the other barrette as he just stared, mute. Her hair fell around her face, making her seem more sensual. "I like the taste of your mouth. I expect I'll like the taste of other parts of you, too."

  Holy shit. Jeremy's body clenched and all the blood drained to his cock, which threatened to rip right through the denim. He saw the flash of headlights behind her and realized they were in full view in the middle of the glass-fronted lobby. As much as he'd love to fuck her against the counter and have the memory of that forever, that was not going to be good for business.

  "In back" Was that his voice? Sounding strangled and hoarse?

  "Lead the way." She gave him a wicked smile that matched the sparkle in her eyes. "I wanted to see your ass in those jeans. See where I can just bite you."

  If she kept saying things like that, he wasn't sure his legs would hold him. "Biting is a special favor," he growled, "And calls for equal payment." He actually saw the shudder go through her body. Damn. Get a grip, he ordered himself, extending his hand to her.

  "I already owe you a couple favors," she murmured, taking his hand and letting him lead her through to the garage. There were three cars – including hers – in the bays. "I owe you for staying late, for taking my check...for kissing me."

  "Maybe I do want you to be grateful," he replied, drawing her into his arms now that they were away from the windows. She felt good against him, although her head only reached his chin. He dipped his head to kiss her again, savoring this time, teasing her with his tongue as he explored her taste.

  Sophie's hands stroked his cock through the denim. "I'm ever so grateful," she murmured, flipping open buttons, letting his penis surge free. He bit back a groan as the pressure eased gradually, then lost the battle when she wrapped her hands around his shaft.

  "Damn." It came from his gut as she gave him a firm squeeze and pumped him. His balls clenched and he thought for a panicked moment that he was going to come right then like a teenager with his first girl. But her hand shifted, her fingers pressing the bulging vein at his base and stilling the urge.

  Jeremy slid his hands over her shoulders, up into her hair, and claimed her mouth again. Even as he kissed her hungrily, he pushed her hands away and scooped her up, setting her gently on the hood of her car. "I want to taste you," he said, his voice husky and low, "For favor number one."

  "That sounds fair," she managed, leaning on her elbows as she looked up at him. He was tall, strong, aroused, and arousing. His hands shoved her skirt up and the groan that came from his mouth when he saw her thigh-high stockings and tiny red lace panties made her smile. His fingers curled in the panties, then they were tugged away and she tilted her hips and spread her legs wider, exposing her glistening, swollen flesh to his hungry eyes. "Take your taste."

  Jeremy couldn't believe it as he slid his hands over her inner thighs, as he stared at her already wet pussy. She was so...ripe. He felt a surge of lust and lowered his mouth. Her head fell back with a moan as he swiped his tongue over her swollen pussy lips, taking his first taste of her sweet juices. The desire for more had him going to his knees, sliding her forward on the hood, so he could lave her again and again. His tongue explored her cleft, his hands shifting so his thumbs could part her lips and expose her clit, her pussy, the juices seeping from her core.

  He stroked her clit with his tongue, enjoying her breathless moans and the way her hips rocked against his face just as much as the way she tasted. He slid one hand over, pressing his middle finger against her pussy opening, then slowly sliding it inside. Her wet passage enveloped him, quivering around his thick finger, as he pushed in to the knuckle. "Please, Jeremy," she moaned, "Give me more. I need more."

  More. Two fingers this time. Her hips arched as he pushed them deep, pulled back, and thrust hard. His tongue flicked her clit constantly as he finger-fucked her pussy, more juices coating his hand, her moans gradually changing to breathless cries as her pussy muscles tensed.

  Three fingers. He lifted his head, his other hand shifting so his thumb rubbed her clit as three fingers thrust into her. Her head was thrown back, her breasts heaving as she panted, her face and neck flushed with passion. Jeremy felt his cock swell to previously untested limits as he watched her lips part, her hands clench and felt the first tremors of her body around his fingers. He kept pumping hard and fast as her hips lifted and, when she came, he grinned in triumph. She cried out, bucked against his hand, and her cum gushed over his fingers.

  Getting to his feet, he surveyed her limp body. Her breasts bounced a little with her panting and he thought he'd really like to see them bare, like to taste her nipples before he fucked her. Her dazed, dark eyes met his as he leaned over her, one hand on either side of her, flat on the hood. "My, my, Jeremy," she purred and the sound went straight to his penis, "I'm not sure I paid you adequately for that favor. It seems I enjoyed it too much."

  He flashed a grin. "That was payment enough for staying late," he said, "But I'm going to do something now that might shock you." Her eyes widened a little and his grin did too. "Consider this payback for the check." His hands fisted in her blouse and he ripped it open, the thin silk tearing easily, the sound making him tremble with need. She gasped, but it was heat and lust that he saw in her eyes, and his grin turned feral. A quick flip of the front clasp of her bra and those full orbs were free. He groaned as he cupped them in his hands, as he suckled one nipple, then the other.

  Sophie's hands slid into his hair as he feasted on her breasts. His cock brushed her thigh as he leaned over her and she felt a shudder in her pussy. She needed him inside her...but this was payback. And she was suffering so, she thought with a wicked smile as her head fell back. She moaned and squirmed under him, making his erection slide up and down the inside of her thigh, teasing herself even as she enjoyed the way his mouth pleasured
her breasts.

  Jeremy finally lifted his head, loving the way her nipples were now red from his sucking. His cock ached for attention and he was finding it harder and harder to hold back. The way her thighs had moved against him...he couldn't wait any more. He gave one nipple a quick bite that had her gasping. "Now," he said idly, his tone belying the way his body pulsed with need, "I believe you're ready to give me that last favor." He peeled his tee over his head, exposing tight abs and a strong chest. He enjoyed her smile and shucked his jeans and boots so he could stand naked before her.

  Sophie was sprawled, half-dressed, on the hood of her own car, staring at her naked mechanic. He had a body she'd only fantasized about, including the thick red shaft jutting from his groin. Her mouth watered and she licked her lips as she eyed it. She wanted to taste him too, to slide her tongue over his long penis, to slide that throbbing erection into her mouth, her throat. "I want..." she started, her eyes lifting to his. She saw the desire and enjoyment in his brown eyes.

  "Later," he grinned, stepping up between her legs, "When I owe you a favor for letting me fuck you." He had a hand on his cock and his fat head was rubbing up and down her swollen slit. She let her head fall back as she moaned.

  "I guess..." she conceded as his head fit against her pussy and she felt the first stretch of her muscles around his thickness. "Oh, God, Jeremy..." Her moan trailed off as he slowly pushed his penis into her, stretching, filling, overwhelming her. Her legs lifted and his hands guided them, his calloused palms on the back of her thighs as he lifted them so he could push deeper, penetrate to the hilt.

  She felt like his cock throughout her body, from the hot steel rod throbbing inside her pussy, to the heat and pleasure that suffused her limbs and made her quiver for more. Jeremy rested her ankles on his shoulders, his hands stroking her breasts, then settling to the hood on either side of her as he watched the pleasure flood her face. She was wrapped so tightly around his cock, he wasn't sure he could breathe. But the sensation of her inner muscles fluttering against his thickness was not something he was willing to give up.

  Finally her eyes opened and met his. Drowning in her blue depths, he drew his cock back and thrust. Again. Again. Each stroke had breath gasping from her lips and had pleasure flashing through his system. He fell into a fast rhythm, instinctively knowing he'd never last and determined to make her cum again. He wanted to feel her cum on his cock.

  In. Out. Sophie wrapped her hands around his wrists and closed her eyes, arching her back until his cock hit that magic spot. Even as she gasped, he leaned and bore down, thrusting again and again to the same spot, his hands moving to hold her hips still so he could hammer pleasure into her body. She felt him swelling against her pussy walls, his already thick cock becoming even more so. Each thrust was forceful, a battering ram to her pussy, to her core, and she cried out again and again.

  Jeremy was grunting, groaning as he drove them both to orgasm. He couldn't savor her body; his only thought was more, more. Again and again he thrust into her until her eyes flew open and she arched up off the hood. Her pussy clamped around his cock and he groaned as his head went light and the blood surged to his balls. Even as her inner muscles started to relax, her cum enveloping him, his balls clenched and his cock pulsed. His own thick cum shot up into her.

  Sophie cried out, bucking under him, as he ejaculated once, and again, and again. He fell onto her, pinning her to the hood, as he emptied into her. She shuddered and went limp beneath him, her hands stroking up his back, curling in his hair. When he could breathe, Jeremy shifted back, sliding his spent cock free, then lifted himself on his elbows and gave her a cocky grin. "Mighty nice car, Miss Kendall," he drawled, "And a sweet little body to go with it."

  She returned the smile. "I guess you know your cars," she murmured, "And your favors."

  "I'd say you're paid in full, baby," he growled, nipping lightly at the corner of her mouth before giving her a kiss. "In fact, I might even owe you one."

  "I'll be happy to collect," she pressed a kiss to his jaw, then ran her tongue over his day's growth of beard. "I know exactly what I want."

  The End.

  Alien Encounter

  Finally. Friday night.

  I walked out of my office building in midtown Manhattan, and crossed the street. Two blocks down, I found the door to my favorite bar - a traditional Irish pub in the basement, underneath a popular new Asian/fusion place. I plopped onto my usual stool, and Pete gave me a pint of Anchor Steam. A first sip, a handful of pretzels. Life was looking better.

  I looked around - the usual crowd was here. Sue and Mike were in the corner booth. Mike had his hand under her bra, trying to climb on top, while Sue feebly tried pushing him away, whispering "Not here! They're looking!" But Mike, who already had put a few away, wasn't paying attention.

  Brad nodded at me, made a quick shrug towards the booth, and tilted his glass in a quasi-toast. I smiled. The beer was only $5, with as many pretzels as I wanted. For midtown, that was a good price. It made the subway ride to my flat bearable.

  But at the other end of the bar, I spied a newcomer. Though the bar was dark, she was wearing shades. Her hair looked like it was tucked under her cap, and the loose clothes hid her figure. Her skin was an odd color. She was dark - but it was not the dark chocolate you expect to see. It almost looked like a dark green. Surely my eyes were playing tricks on me.

  But she was slender, attractive, and alone. Worth a shot. I had no plans that night - if she was nice, perhaps we could grab dinner together. After that, who knows? I'd never fucked a green chick. I got up, strolled over, and put on what I hoped was a nice smile.

  "Hi. I like this place on Friday nights - but I don't think I've seen you before. The name's Mike."

  "Hello Mike." Her voice was deep, almost musky. Her voice didn't seem to come from her mouth - more like her throat. There was a strange scent about her. She sounded foreign, with an accent I'd never heard before. "You can call me Bianna".

  "Pleased to meet you", I replied, as I slipped into the seat next to her. Do you live in New York?"

  "Oh no - I can't say that. But I have visited many times. I like meeting new people - especially young people. How old are you, Mike?"

  A rather odd question, particularly at first. But she doesn't live around here, so maybe she's not used to New York customs. "I'm 24. Finished up at NYU two years ago. Where did you go to school?"

  "School?" A long pause. "A small college a long way from here. I am afraid you've never heard of it. Did you play any sports?"

  I detect a small stutter, or a bit of a lisp in her deep, husky voice. "I played football in high school, and ran track in both high school and college."

  "Ah. That is very good. Good muscles, top aerobic conditioning."

  I pause. First she asks how old I am. Now she wants to figure out what kind of shape I am in. I start to feel like I am the one being checked out, not the other way around. Must be how girls must feel like on a first date, when the guy is trying to figure out if he wants to fuck them.

  "Where did you say you were from?"

  Now it is Bianna's turn to pause. "A long way from here - a small town, you've never heard of."

  Another curious response. But she seems likeable enough. I bet she'd be pretty aggressive in bed. "Would you like to grab a bite to eat? There's a nice sushi place around the corner."

  "Something to eat sounds good. But I doubt that they'd have much on the menu that I'd want. How about coming back to my place?" She licked her lips, revealing a long, snakelike blue tongue.

  By now, warning bells were going off in my head. This chick had strange skin - it looked green, for goodness' sake. She spoke in a deep, husky voice, and hid behind large sunglasses. She had a blue tongue. I didn't think it came from gargling too long with the wrong mouthwash.

  But she was slender, graceful, and beautiful in a foreign sort of way. And she was definitely female - no chance of finding a dick under those baggy clothes. I was horny - I hadn't bee
n laid in a month, and I was tired of jacking off.

  So I put my glass down, and followed her out the door. We walked down the street, and turned the corner into the first alley. There was a flash of light, and Manhattan disappeared. I found myself in a dimly lit room, the ceiling covered in millions of points of light. The room didn't really have any walls; it was more like a sort of dome, with a round bed in the middle of the room.

  She pulled off the sunglasses, and leaned over to kiss me. Her eyes were huge; almond shaped, with no white at all - just an inky blackness. I found myself locked in her embrace, her long tongue flicking around my mouth, probing my throat, my teeth, my tongue. My cock quickly swelled to attention, achingly hard. Somehow, I realized, my clothes had vanished, as had hers. I reached to grab her breasts, and found a very nice handful, topped off by a firm, hard nipple. She withdrew her tongue and murmured in my ear. "I love to suck. Can I suck your cock?"

  I pushed her face toward my dick. She took the whole thing, without pausing or playing or teasing me first. Out came her tongue, and she licked my balls. Somehow, she started sucking and milking my shaft, with tiny ripples in her throat massaging my dick. Waves of contractions started at the base and worked their way to the tip. I didn't last very long. My body spasmed, I groaned with pleasure, and my cock began squirting pulses of cum down her throat. Still she sucked, coaxing every drop from me. When I was finally spent, she came off of me, licking her lips and grinning a toothless smile.

  "Delicious. Thank you very much. I was hungry."

  "There is something I should tell you," she continued. "A confession, and a proposition, if you like."

  "You see, I am not from your world. I look for suitable males from your planet, and offer them a different life on our world. You are a suitable male."