Rough and Hardcore Erotica

by Natalie Breaks

  "Sit on my face,” I said to her.

  Dr. Jacobs was shocked, but then she smiled.

  "I think that’s a wonderful idea,” she told me.

  I watched as Alyssa then moved towards my body, situating herself on each side of my head. The thick thighs were wonderful, and I could smell her against my nose. She then pushed herself down against there, and my tongue soon came up, teasing her flesh and her folds. The sounds that came out of her mouth were heavenly, and I started to feel my arousal growing with each and every passing second.

  Of course, I also felt Dr. Jacobs penetrating me like no other. I was completely at the mercy of this woman, enjoying the sensation that she bestowed to me. She continued to fuck my pussy hard, penetrating me deeply, and it was all I could do to hold back and moan with every single motion. Holy fuck, this felt amazing, and I didn’t know what else I could honestly do about this. I definitely was happy with the results of this, and I knew that she was enjoying this just as much as I was.

  After a few more thrusts, I felt Dr. Jacobs spread me apart, pushing my legs all the way up. I then felt her get all the way in, causing me to moan against the mound on my face. My tongue came out, licking wildly against her entrance, and then, it teased her clit with my tongue. I felt like I was in a whole new world, and Dr. Jacobs had no intention of stopping soon. Then, after a few more thrusts, I started to feel everything within me begin to tense up, and I noticed that Dr. Jacobs was also stimulating my clit. I then felt a sudden urge come over me, and that’s when it hit me.

  I came once again, this time probably the last time, and I arched my back, pushing my tongue out and wildly penetrating Alyssa. She then let out a small moan, cumming hard against my face. She then sprayed me with her juices, covering my mouth, and honestly, it was quite nice.

  Dr. Jacobs pulled out, motioning for Alyssa to come over. She then pushed the strapon directly into the other woman, pushing into her and fucking her hard. Alyssa held onto her as I laid there, and I couldn’t help but find this insanely hot. The two of them going at it, and then, after a brief moment, Dr. Jacobs tensed up, and she pushed her fingers against Alyssa’s clit, and soon, both of them let out a moan, cumming hard.

  It was a brilliant sight. I loved the way that it looked, and I knew for a fact that they were both in a great place right now. The high of the orgasm was too much, and after Alyssa pulled away and Dr. Jacobs put the toy into the sink to clean up real quick, we looked at one another.

  There was a look there. One that basically screamed she wanted to talk to me after all of this was over. I definitely was interested, and I knew that she was happy with this as well. After a brief moment, we all finally spoke, and I knew that this was the perfect moment, one that we would want to have again and again.

  Chapter 3

  After I got my clothes back on, I sat at the table. Dr. Jacobs sterilized the place and then looked at Alyssa.

  "I guess they sent you to my room. If you want, I can do the exam real quick,” she offered.

  “please,” she said.

  I felt like Alyssa only trusted Dr. Jacobs as the doctor. I sat on the char, and I watched as the exam happened.

  Alyssa didn’t tell me to go away. No, instead she seemed to almost demand that I stay. I mean, I guess she just really liked me, and while I didn't really know what would happen next, I felt happy that she at least wanted me around. The exam was relatively quick, and she did the same things that I did, but this time with a lot less going on besides the exam portion.

  When she finished up, she then told Alyssa to put the clothes back on.

  "I suggest Emilia leaves first, and then you follow Alyssa. I think Celeste left, but I'm not sure,” she said.

  I then did so, realizing that Alyssa wanted me to stay. I walked out, and I saw that Celeste was there.

  "Everything good? You were there for a long time,” she said.

  "Yeah, I'm good,” I told her.

  "That’s good. Here is your appointment card for the next time,” the lady said.

  I pocketed it, not really paying much attention to it. I had another situation to deal with first. I waited right outside the office, hoping that Alyssa would come out soon. I didn’t think Dr. Jacobs would want to keep her around for too long. She seemed innocent, and I had a feeling that was her first time doing anything like that. I waited another five minutes, about to give up, when she finally came out. She looked at me, her face as red as a tomato, and I smiled at her.

  "Everything good?” I asked her.

  "Yeah. Really good. Actually there was something I wanted to ask you. I talked to Dr. Jacobs, and she gave me her number. She insisted that I give it to you as well,” Alyssa explained.

  It was a card, and it contained her private cell number. I smiled at her, happy that I had it.

  "Thank you,” I told her.

  “It’s not just that though. The reason why I took so long was because I wanted to talk to her about something that was happening,” she explained.

  I looked at Alyssa, seeing the blush on her face, and that’s when she said it.

  "The truth is Emilia, I've liked you for a long time. I've been scared to admit it though,” she told me.

  "Well I'll be dammed,” I told her with a laugh.

  "I know, it’s probably weird to hear that the most popular girl in school is actually into girls. But I’m an adult. I'm 20, and I can make my own damn choices. My parents honestly don't’ care what I do, so long as I get good grades. I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while but I’ve been nervous. I honestly didn’t know you were into girls until today,” she said.

  "Yeah, I didn’t know you liked them either. I mean, I always thought that you were just super into dudes and you didn’t want to date,” I admitted.

  "I admit, I do like guys, but I prefer girls a lot more. And I'm not interested in dating a guy right now. I’m interested in you,” she said.

  I blushed, surprised by her words, but I did appreciate them a lot. "I feel this a whole lot,” I told her.

  “Anyways, do you want to maybe...see where this goes? I do want to see Dr. Jacobs again. That was really nice, but you were honestly amazing Emilia. I've never felt so good, even with the people I've dated in the past,” she said to me.

  I blushed. I didn’t think I was that good, but damn, what a boost of fucking confidence, that’s for sure.

  "Sure, I'd love to do that. How about we try to arrange something on Friday next week. Maybe go see a movie and get some dinner or something?” I asked.

  "That would be great!” she said.

  I smiled, giving her a kiss on the lips. She kissed me back, and although I wanted to extend it, I knew for a fact that it wasn’t the time for it. Instead, I pulled away, blushing.

  “Anyways, I have to head on out. I'll see you,” I told her.

  “I'll see you as well. I’ll call you, she told me.

  I smiled, feeling like I was the queen of the world at this point. I knew for a fact that she was enjoying this just as much as I was. The two of us parted ways, and I knew that it was the beginning of something, but what it would be, I didn't know.

  To say our first date went successfully was an understatement. I loved the way it all transpired, the way that things seemed to go at this point. She was honestly the most perfect girl for me, and I wasn’t exaggerating when I said this. She was so easy to talk to, so nice and perfect, that I didn’t want this to end. I wanted this to become something more honestly, and I had a feeling it would be that. The relationship we shared did end up getting much hotter and better, and I knew that she liked it as well.

  We still did go and see Dr. Jacobs for a bit of fun, but I also got a girlfriend out of this. She showed us a lot, and honestly, I didn't regret that checkup whatsoever. It was arousing and fun andwoke me up to feelings I didn’t know I had before, and made me more comfortable in myself.

  Story 32

  Matilda put her nervous hand to the gold framed door handle. The building was complete
ly dark but for the slivers of moonlight entering through a glass paneled wall on one side of the massive foyer. She peaked her head out through the door of a rarely used store room, into the vast, open expanse. The place had been meticulously cleaned and the final employees at the university had clocked off for the night, as the clock crept past eleven. She opened the door of the store room and inched forwards, carefully checking all around her as she moved. She caught her reflection in a long, deformed mirror which the university was attempting to pass off as art. She jumped momentarily as she thought she had been caught, before she returned to her senses and realized it was just the uniquely beautiful final year student she had always known. She looked herself up and down and cursed herself for stooping so low.

  To look at, one would never believe she would commit the deceitful crime that she had been planning in her head for weeks. She was tall and slim. Her long black hair hung straight, half way down her back. Her eyes were also dark, as was her complexion. She took great pride in her appearance, epitomized by the lengths she would spend applying and altering her expensive make up until she was completely satisfied. As anyone at the university would testify, it was time well spent. To compliment her perfectly tended to physical characteristics, Matilda always dressed as though she had somewhere important to go. While most of the other students at the university would attend their lectures in just any old pair of jeans and a common tee shirt, Matilda always looked as though she was attending some sort of a formal function. As she looked at her reflection, she half turned to the side to admire her perfect figure in her extravagant, figure hugging black dress. Although she was the one girl every boy in the university dreamed of getting with, none had ever even come close. Despite her constant need to be noticed and to have every boy who looked at her drooling uncontrollably, Matilda was completely introverted. This was in no small part, brought about by her Indian father, a man who was consumed by his work as a doctor.

  ***

  “Under no circumstances is any daughter of mine going away, attending these parties that are all over the news. No way. I have given you a chance to attend one of the most highly acclaimed universities in the country so that you may one day follow in my footsteps. I expect you to achieve the top grades possible and you can’t do this if you start to associate with some of the other low-lives out there. I am trusting you with this my darling.”

  Her father’s words rang loud and clear in her head for years as she meticulously completed every assignment and exam to the best of her ability, adhering to her father’s debilitating criteria. Recently, however, things had all become too much for her. Between the crippling work load of a final year medical student, her obsessive need to impress everyone with her appearance and the utter loneliness of refusing to interact with any of her peers at the university, she had become overburdened in her quest to adhere to her father’s demands. Now, here she was on the eve of her final examination, attempting to break into her professor’s office, in search for the paper she saw him lock in his top drawer that day.

  Her heels snapped against the polished tiles as she made her way through the large foyer of the university building, towards the marble, spiraled stair case that she would traverse to the third floor. She attempted to step quietly, but the sounds of her heels against the marble echoed loudly around the open space. She turned right at the top of the stair case and made her way down a dark hallway. Poorly chosen paintings hung between each door of the renowned professors’ and lecturers’ offices of the university. She reached the top of the corridor, which turned right and began to narrow. She paused at the turn and looked behind her, consumed with an unnerving feeling that somebody was following her. There was nobody there. Finally, she reached the office that she had spent an hour in that day, hopelessly crying to her professor that she needed more time in order to be prepared for the exam that would ultimately define her future.

  She tentatively placed a delicate, manicured hand on the cold steel of the door handle and paused for a moment, inhaling deeply. Although she had been planning this for weeks in advance, for the first time she felt everything that she stood for flash before her eyes. She thought about whether or not she would be able to live with herself if she followed through with this cunning and immoral deed or whether she would rather flunk the most important exam of her life and maintain her sense of dignity. It was her father’s voice rattling through her brain that involuntarily forced the door handle down until it clicked. Having left it unlocked, the professor’s door eased open as Matilda felt a draft of air from inside the room hit her in the face. She again thought deeply about what she was about to do as she held the door slightly ajar.

  She exhaled sharply as she edged into the dark office. It was bland, with cream carpeted walls fixed to a cream carpeted floor and a white ceiling. She squinted her eyes and held her hands out in front of her as she slowly made her way towards the professor’s desk. She stopped in her tracks as her knee collided with the sharp edge of the desk, through the soft fabric of her seductive black desk. She reached into the pocket of the skimpy black jacket that just did enough to cover her shoulders and upper back, searching for her cell phone. She shone its light around the room, taking in her surroundings for the second time that day.

  Professor Cooper had always kept his office in pristine condition, ever since Matilda had known him. She liked to come up with different excuses just so she could visit him here and breathe in his delectable scent. She would sit by his desk, asking questions, the answers to which she already knew, as his gentle and caring smile captivated her. She did not want to imagine what he would think of her if he ever found out about what she was about to do.

  She slid down the side of the desk to where the papers were kept in his drawer. She reached out a nervous hand and placed it on the handle. It didn’t budge. But she didn’t worry, she knew this office better than she knew her own home at this stage. On more than one occasion she had seen Cooper place the tiny metal key of his private drawer on top of the tall cabinet of files that was stored in the corner. Matilda wheeled the professor’s chair across the room and parked it carefully in front of the cabinet. She removed her heels before climbing onto it and reaching up to the top of the cold surface. She ran her hand across it until she felt the small metal piece graze against her soft fingers. She grabbed it with her hand, drawing it in to her before blowing some dust from her freshly painted finger nails.

  She fumbled with the key, shakily fixing it into its place before turning it stiffly. She opened it and started at the brown envelope, the only thing between her and the grade she so desperately wanted. The grade she so desperately needed. She reached into the drawer with both hands, lifting it from its confined space and carefully unfolding the unsealed envelope. She drew the crisp white paper out and placed it flat on the desk, examining it carefully. She snapped some pictures of the document on her phone as she turned each page.

  She was awoken from her methodical state of concentration by the sound of footsteps from outside the hall. Instinctively, she fell to her knees behind the desk, trying to remain as silent as possible. She held her breath completely as she could not control its intensity as she heard the footsteps drawing closer and closer. She peaked over the surface of the desk, ensuring that she had closed the door of the office behind her when she had entered, praying that it was anybody else that had just forgotten something and would not be drawn to the open door. But the footsteps continued until Matilda knew that they were coming from right outside Cooper’s door. She held her breathe paralyzed with fear as her future hung in the balance. If she was caught she would surely be expelled from the university and all her hard work would have been for nothing.

  “So, what do you think? Am I expecting too much from you guys or is it a fair test?”

  Matilda’s heart sank. Professor Cooper stood at the entrance of the office with his hands on his hips. Having been a lecturer at the university for over ten years now, Matilda assumed that he must have been about for
ty years old. His appearance said otherwise though. He was tall and slim, with brown hair cut shorter at the sides than on top. A perfect amount of stubble and a baby face made him look like he was closer to twenty years of age than the forty years which Matilda gave him. He was still wearing the same clothes that he was wearing when she was in his office earlier that day. A blue and white horizontally striped shirt and a pair of tight, dark grey pants that half covered his tan dress shoes. Like Matilda, he carried a very sallow complexion with large dark eyes. She looked back at him, unable to form any words in answer to his probing question or in her defense.

  Without warning he advanced towards her as she stood, glued to the floor, paralyzed with shock. He picked up the paper from his desk, patted it back into line with his firm, masculine hands and dropped it back into the envelope. He slowly licked the seal and carefully rubbed it shut, never breaking eye contact with Matilda. Still yet to speak, she moved around to the other side of the desk as she saw the anger in Professor Cooper’s eyes.

  “What are we going to do with you then?” he asked with a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Matilda stayed standing in stunned silence as for the first time in her life, standing in this office, her words continued to evade her.

  “I asked you a question, Matilda. You were big enough to break into my office and tamper with a locked drawer in order to gain access to classified material. Please be big enough to answer me this one simple question.”

  “I. I don’t know what to say. Please, Sir, I’ve just been under so much pressure lately to get through all of these exams and I finally gave into it. Please don’t get me kicked out of the university. Not right now. I can’t go home to my father and tell him that. I’m begging you.”