Rough and Hardcore Erotica

by Natalie Breaks

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  “We cannot afford to have a single misstep. I have never had a group of more important people mixed in among my students, Olivia. These are the leading minds of our day and they must be impressed by our discovery.”

  “I understand, Doctor.”

  Dr. Droll nodded at Olivia and turned toward the largest picture of a penis entering a vagina that she could possibly imagine. The pussy looked incredibly familiar to her and the cock looked strikingly like what she recalled from seeing the Doctor when he was being sucked off during their last experiment. The realization of the combination of images in the diagram made her blush. He had only seen her pussy briefly during a few of their experiments, but it apparently made an impression either consciously or subconsciously.

  He pointed to the secret button they had discovered inside and he showed where the head of his giant penis was pushing that spot where it would be located inside her vagina. Olivia swallowed and blinked as she tried to concentrate.

  “If we can locate this spot and educate men on where to find it,” the Doctor said, “this will utterly revolutionize sex, relations between men and women, and may well lead to peace in our time, I dare say.”

  Olivia narrowed her eyes. She thought the Doctor was putting quite a lot of stock in the power of really good sex. She said, “What have you decided to call this spot, Dr. Droll? If we expect common men to be able to find it, it will need a name that is easy to identify and remember.”

  “Quite right, Olivia.” The Doctor smiled and nodded. “I have deemed it to be THE G SPOT!”

  Olivia stared for a moment. She saw the Doctor’s smile falter and she did not want to dash his confidence right before the grandest presentation of his career. She said, “The G Spot, you say?”

  “Yes, what do you think? Be honest.”

  “I, ugh, Doctor Droll, what does G stand for in this case?”

  He shook his head and held out his hands waving the pointer stick out by his side. “Stands for? Nothing, dear. That is just its name the same way any person or any object has a name. That is just what it will be called.”

  “Why G then doctor?”

  “Oh, no great reason. My mother was called Gi Gi and I wanted to do something nice that she might be remembered in my work. Now every time a man finds the G spot they will be using my mother’s name in the very act.”

  Olivia swallowed. “I’m sure were she still around to know that she would be quite … proud.”

  “Thank you, Olivia, I think so too.”

  The door to his office opened and a male student leaned in. His eyes drifted up to the massive diagram and he froze with his mouth hanging open for a moment.

  Dr. Droll said, “Yes, son, what is it?”

  “Oh, ugh, they are ready for you, Doctor.”

  “Thank you. We will be over shortly.”

  “Doctor, I was told to tell you of a slight problem.”

  Dr. Droll waved the pointer stick. “Out with it. What is it?”

  “Your model has not arrived.”

  Dr. Droll dropped his stick on his desk with a clatter. “What do you mean? She is not even in the building?”

  “That’s what I was told,” the student said.

  Dr. Droll shook his head and closed both fists in his hair. “No. No. No. No. Are there any other women in the building? Female students? Other doctors perhaps?”

  The student tilted his head. “Female students and doctors? Here? I don’t think so. Have you gone mad?”

  “Don’t taunt me, boy, or I will bounce you out into the street.”

  “Yes, sir, I mean, no, sir. Sorry, Doctor. What would you have me to do?”

  “Find me a suitable woman. Any woman at this point. This is the biggest experiment of my life. I cannot fail. I simply cannot.”

  The student pointed at Olivia. “She is a woman.”

  “Another woman, I mean.”

  “I don’t think there are any others unless you want me to run through London door to door and I’m liable to get arrested for that,” the student said.

  “Just get out,” Dr. Droll said. “Leave us alone.”

  The student closed the door and the doctor dropped into his chair.

  Olivia said, “What are we going to do, Dr. Droll?”

  He looked up at her. “I will need you to do it, Olivia. There is no other option. You have been with me through my most intense experiments. You know exactly what I would need and there is no one else.”

  Olivia’s eyes widened and she swallowed. “You want me to be the model? In the theater with all those men watching me?”

  “You have to. There are no other options. These men will not return to hear a rescheduled demonstration of our discovery and definitely not after we fail to deliver when they did come. You must, Olivia. Everything is depending on this and you are my only hope.”

  Olivia blinked and glanced up at the diagram. She felt warm all over, but especially between her legs. She nodded. “Of course, Doctor. I won’t let you down. Anything you need.”

  “Excellent.” He clapped his hands and stood up. “Everyone in there is a professional or a student of science. You are being observed by experts in the field. Nothing to be nervous or self-conscious about, Olivia. I assure you.”

  She nodded again and stood with Dr. Droll on shaky knees. “Yes, Doctor.”

  He put his hand of her back and they walked out together. She felt dizzy, but focused on breathing and putting one foot in front of the other. They entered the theater a few doors down from Dr. Droll’s office. The stands were full and Olivia looked nervously from one face to another. She saw young men looking eager. Next to these fresh, young students, she saw older, dower men who already appeared skeptical.

  She looked away. Olivia started to climb onto the exam table. Dr. Droll pulled at the back of her dress and turned her around to face the center of the stands.

  He whispered. “Undress.”

  “Now.”

  “Yes, Olivia.”

  “Completely.”

  “Yes, do it quickly, please.”

  She unbuttoned her dress and folded it down away from her body. She saw pencils rise in the younger men’s hands and she realized in horror that they planned to draw her. Perhaps there would soon be more diagrams in the offices depicting her and what was about to happen to her.

  Don’t hesitate, she thought to herself.

  Olivia dropped the dress away from her bare breasts and pushed it down past her hips. The dress fell to her ankles leaving her exposed and naked before more men than she could count. She did not know what to do next. She stepped out of her dress on the floor and stood with her arms by her side.

  The Doctor’s hand moved over her pussy and pointed at the opening. She almost recoiled, but caught herself and remained steady. She realized that the Doctor had been talking the whole time, but her ears were ringing and her mind was blocking out the words. She only felt the sensations of her own flesh and the weight of all the eyes focused on her. Their rapt attention started to bring up excitement in her to replace the nervousness.

  She heard the Doctor ask, “Are you ready?”

  Story 19

  I can’t wait to see you again, Nina! The text from my best friend Rose said. It’s been what, a whole year? Way too long. I read it three times, silently agreeing with all my heart, and then tucked my phone into my purse as the bus jostled to a stop outside the doctor’s office where Rose worked as a nurse.

  The summer breeze lifted my skirt slightly as I thanked the driver and hopped down to the curb, and I self consciously smoothed the short baby-blue garment down. I wasn’t wearing any panties that day - I often didn’t. I found them uncomfortable, not to mention restrictive. They got in the way of touching myself on the toilet between classes at the college. I didn’t know why I was so aroused all the time, it had just been that way since I passed puberty. Even the wind darting between my legs was enough to make moisture bead on the lips of my unprotected pussy. Realizing it would lik
ely be hours before I found a chance to touch myself was pure agony.

  I rearranged my purse strap so it wouldn’t crease the color of my sea-green blouse (and so it would rub against my nipple) and darted through the glass door of the doctor’s office, my blonde hair streaming behind me. My short one inch heels thockedacross the immaculate tile floor and I stepped up to the reception desk, smiling at the woman seated behind the glass screen.

  “Hi,” I said, “I’m looking for--”

  “Nina?”

  Rose’s voice interrupted me as she raced out of the back hallway and wrapped her arms around me. My smile exploded and I almost cried as I hugged my best friend for the first time in a year. She felt so good in my arms, so warm and familiar.

  “Janice?” She said to the receptionist. “I’ll be right back okay?”

  “I’ll pass that along,” the secretary said in a slightly sour voice. Rose took my arm and ushered me back outside. The waiting room was full of people, and there was no place for us to have any privacy in there, even for a quick conversation.

  “Sorry for making you come here,” Rose said as we leaned against a sun-warmed brick wall. “I got asked to cover the first half of the next shift at the last minute. It’ll only be a couple hours. I was going to say you could hang out in the waiting room, but it’s pretty busy so out here might be your best bet. At least it’s nice. I’m really sorry.”

  “It’s fine,” I said with a smile, touching her brunette ponytail and giving it a soft tug. “I’m just glad to see you. We can catch up when you’re done work.”

  “Screw that, we can catch up a bit now.” She grinned. “How’s first year going? And how are things with your boyfriend? It’s been like two weeks since we last chatted, I feel like I barely know you!”

  “School is… good.” I said. “I mean, it’s stressful, but I love studying fashion so I shouldn’t complain. My boyfriend… isn’t my boyfriend, anymore. Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

  “What? Why, what happened?”

  “He kept pressuring me to have sex with him,” I said quietly, “I mean, I went down on him whenever he wanted, but that wasn’t enough. He wanted to punch my V-card… and it just didn’t feel right, you know?”

  “Nina, if he wasn’t the right guy then he wasn’t the right guy,” Rose shrugged, “but to be honest… I think your standards are a little high. I mean, of course he wanted sex, he’s a guy. And you’re nineteen… how much longer are you going to wait?”

  “I don't know!” I said, feeling my face flush. “I just want it to be… something special, I guess. I want to feel swept away by it. Maybe I just wasn’t attracted enough to my ex… I’ve always been into bigger guys, you know?”

  “Are you talking about his body, or his dick?”

  “Rose!” I gasped, covering my mouth, my cheeks heating up. She shrugged again and raised an eyebrow, staring me down until I gulped and answered the question. “Both, honestly.” She laughed at that, and I stomped a foot. “What? Is it too much to ask that a guy be tall, and handsome, and… I don’t know, successful?”

  “You mean… like that?” Rose said quietly, nudging me with her hip.

  I turned to see an absolute hunk of a guy walking across the parking lot toward us. I gulped again, feeling my pulse pound in my chest and my clit. My pussy got even wetter as he approached and smiled at us.

  “Hey Rose,” the tall, broad-shouldered man with thick dark hair stopped and grinned. “Who’s your friend?”

  “Michael, this is Nina,” Rose said, nudging me again to snap me out of my reverie. I shook his hand, trying not to tremble at the way he held mine. “She’s my best friend from high school. She’s just going to be hanging out here until I finish my extra half-shift.”

  “Pleased to meet you,” he said, his hand engulfing mine. “Any friend of Rose’s is a friend of mine. What are you two--”

  The glass door opened and a man who could have been Michael’s twin aside from his blond hair stepped out.

  “Rose, we need you for a-- oh, hey Michael. Sorry, I need to grab Rose.”

  “No worries James,” Michael said, “Rose probably shouldn’t be out here while she’s on shift, anyway.” He added in an admonishing tone.

  Rose raised an eyebrow at that, but she squeezed my hand and followed James inside. I was feeling a bit dizzy from the sudden encounter with the two handsome doctors, and put my hand against the wall for a moment of balance.

  “Are you alright, Nina?” Michael asked, sounding concerned. “Why don’t you come inside out of the heat?”

  “The waiting room is so busy,” I said, waving a carefree hand that may have betrayed how tired I was. “I don’t want to be any trouble.”

  “Nonsense,” Michael said, taking my hand gently in his again. His grip felt so good… secure and firm, like I could lean on it if necessary. But a moment later it was gone as he released my hand. “Come with me,” he said.

  “Are you sure?” I hesitated. “I don’t want to be any trouble.”

  “You won’t be. We have several unused exam rooms, I’ll just stick you in one of them.”

  His smile was so charming and disarming that I followed him without question. No one questioned us as we walked past the reception desk and down the long back hall, to the very last room at the end. Michael twisted the knob and pushed the door open, flicking the lights on and then gesturing for me to follow.

  It was a basic doctor’s exam room; it had a long padded bench covered by paper in the middle, a wheeled office chair at a metal desk, a sink and cupboards, and two visitor chairs. The walls were lined with anatomical charts and an eye test diagram. I stepped toward the visitor chairs.

  “Why don’t you lay down?” Michael suggested. “You’ll be more comfortable, and you seem rather exhausted. No offense, just a medical observation.”

  I nodded and slid up onto the bench, wary of the crinkling sound of the beige paper and the way my skirt rode up my legs. And the way my pussy was beginning to drip. Something about the way Michael looked at me made me excited… there was a quiet hunger in his eyes.

  “Do you feel faint often?” He asked, sitting down in the office chair and scooting up beside me.

  “What? Oh, no…” I said in surprise. I didn’t realize he’d meant to examine or diagnose me.

  “Well, that’s a good thing.” He said, placing a reassuring hand on my shin. He seemed to notice something and stared for a moment, but then took his hand away and scooted back to the desk. “Are you properly hydrated? Have you eaten anything today?”

  “Yes!” I said, a little more indignantly than I meant. “I know how to take care of myself.”

  “Of course,” he said with that damned smile. “If you don’t mind though, I’d like to grab a colleague for a quick consultation… it would be in your best interest. Not that there’s anything to worry about. Just… it’s better to be certain, you know?”

  “What?” I gasped. “You mean you think there’s something wrong with me?” I sat up and shifted sideways on the bench.

  “It’s nothing to worry about,” he repeated. “I just think it would be best if I bring James in on this. You met him outside.”

  I gulped at the idea of being alone with the two handsome doctors. I was already dripping wet from the power of Michael’s dark eyes. What would the two of them together do to me?

  “I guess…” I said, and he stood up.

  “I’ll be right back,” he said, and ducked out of the room. He was quite literally right back, just a few seconds later, with the blond James in tow. They both wore serious, concerned expressions on their faces. James took the office chair and Michael perched on the side of the desk and crossed his arms. “There’s no easy way to ask this Nina, and if you’d prefer to have your friend Rose present that’s completely understandable.”

  I shook my head. “Just tell me!”

  “Well…” Michael said, and then a small smile stole onto his face. “Is your pussy always quite so wet?”
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br />   “What?” I exclaimed. “What are you talking about?”

  Instead of answering, Michael pointed at the paper on the bench beside me. It had a clear moisture stain on it where my crotch had been when I laid down.

  “It’s unusual, to be honest, for a woman to be so wet without a reason.” James said.

  “But…” my cheeks reddened. “What if there is a reason?”

  “Well it would depend on the reason.” Michael said.

  “I mean… it’s the normal reason.” I said.

  “You’ll have to be more specific.” James prompted.

  “It… it just happens when I’m horny!” I said at last.

  The two handsome doctors exchanged a knowing glance.

  “Are you saying you’re horny right now?” Michael asked. “Because if you are… then I guess we were worried about nothing. It’s normal for a woman your age to be so wet when aroused enough. But… what’s arousing you?”

  “Is this still medical curiosity?” I asked.

  “It’s partially personal,” he admitted in a low voice.

  “I’m curious as well,” James added.

  “Oh my god,” I said, “isn’t it obvious? You two are so fucking hot… I’m surprised I haven’t floated away yet.”

  The doctors exchanged another, longer look.