Rough and Hardcore Erotica

by Natalie Breaks

  “Here is your sheet,” the man said. A blond girl took the laminated paper. And unfortunately it had to be a blond… as she took entirely too much time in a futile attempt to read the fine print. The host man eventually plucked it from her straining hands and passed it along.

  “Pass it along.”

  “What do you think it says?” a few of the women whispered to one another.

  “I’m not worried,” the men boasted.

  Several gasps and coughs of disbelief, coupled with the spitting of drink, was the reaction from several who had read the list of rules. Apparently they were the newbies.

  The sheet had almost reached Sienna and Paige when the host once again interrupted the commotion.

  “Terribly sorry, girls and boys, but we’re out of time for the instructional portion. I will be glad to assist any of those who were unable to familiarize themselves with the rules of the game.”

  “But!” Paige shouted, “I didn’t get to see! I don’t even know what is going on here!”

  “Perfectly understandable, my dear. I will be glad to personally demonstrate the first round with you as an example for all the others. Care to volunteer?”

  Paige smiled like a schoolgirl. Her finger twirled around aimlessly in the air until pointing back at herself with some uncertainty.

  “You want me?”

  “Yes, please. If you’d be so kind to volunteer we can give a little demo.”

  “Ok!” she blurted with the scent of alcohol wafting from her mouth. The drunkard then bolted toward the young host in the center of the circle.

  “Excellent! Now bring out the beverages and sauce,” their host said.

  “You want me to carry drinks?” Paige asked.

  “No, no,” he laughed. “You just stand there and look pretty for a moment. We’re bringing out…” he leaned in close with a conspirational smirk, “alcohol!”

  “Wooo!” Paige cheered, as did the crowd.

  Within half a minute the servers had brought out a table, lined it with liquor, and some strange bottles filled with a red substance on the ends.

  “What are those?” Paige asked, pointing out the objects.

  “These,” the man said as he picked one up, “are filled with hot sauce!”

  “Hot sauce? Why in the hell do we ne—“

  “There there!” he commented, “remember you just stand there looking pretty and I will explain the rules. Good! Now, I want everyone to look around. Take a good look at each other. What do you notice? That’s right! Nothing but beautiful people. At least I hope you all find each other attractive. You were personally picked for your good looks. There’s not an ugly one among you.”

  The mass of people nodded in agreement. And perhaps not so strangely, no suspicions were raised as to why this was the case. Attractive people are always arrogant enough to believe they deserve special treatment. Most saw this as a well-earned prize for having been born beautiful.

  “You’ll notice,” he continued, “the shot glasses, the liquor bottles, and the hot sauce bottles. You’ll also notice that I have here in my hand a box of cards.”

  Here he held his hand up high in the air to show that he did indeed possess such an object.

  “There are certain requests written on these cards. On the back of each of your invitation slips is a number. This is how you will be called, so please remember them.”

  “Yeah, but what about the—“ Paige piped in again.

  “Tut, tut! What about the liquor? Good question, baby! The basic rules of the game are as such. I will select a card at random from the box. One for the men and one for the women. See how the box is split into two sides? Two of you, a boy and girl… so don’t worry, will then be called to the center of the circle and asked to perform the request that is written on the card. If you cannot or if you choose to pass, you must drink both a shot of liquor and a shot of hot sauce.”

  The congregation whispered noisily to themselves, unsure of what to make of the rules. Questions of curiosity might have arisen, but free alcohol sounded good enough, and so the people were appeased.

  “What!” Paige laughed aloud. “Drink alcohol AND hot sauce? Well if you keep that going, you’d be blowing fire out of both ends!”

  “Precisely the point. So we hope not to have too many quitters, don’t we? Don’t be too alarmed either, gents. I see that look in your eyes. There will be complimentary drinks of your choice provided by any of the servers you see wandering throughout the enclosed area.”

  The crowed cheered loudly. Arms and drinks being raised into the air. Sienna looked around cautiously, noticing most were already fairly drunk. The nerves lingering in her stomach instantly caused a feeling of regret for not joining Paige in the bar earlier. She still had no idea what this game was all about. Sure, attractive people in a circle… but then what?

  “Now, how about that example, miss?” the host turned to Paige. She smiled eagerly.

  “Great!” said the man as the mob applauded once again. He reached into the box…

  extracting a single card, which he then held to eye level and began reading.

  “Round one for women’s challenge is: Kiss his chest.”

  “Kiss your chest?” Paige asked, her head reeling back with disappointment. “Hell, I’d do that FOR a shot of liquor!”

  This comment brought about a roar of laughter from the circled mass.

  “Yes, it appears you have gotten off rather easily,” the host replied.

  “Tell that to my boyfriend!” Paige giggled, slapping the man’s shoulder. She then leaned in and placed her juicy lips on the man’s bare chest, leaving a slight remnant of her lipstick on his skin.

  “Ta-dah!” she exclaimed. All women in attendance gave her a celebratory holler. All except Sienna. She didn’t like the look of this one bit. But a kiss was innocent enough, wasn’t it? Maybe Paige would end it there, take her drink and leave. That’s what she hoped for anyway. But, things were just getting started…

  “And for the men,” their host continued as he plucked another card from the opposite compartment of the box, “uh oh…”

  “What is it!” the men shouted.

  Yet, when the pause lingered for perhaps a moment too long, it was the women who grew curious.

  “Tell us what it says!” they bellowed.

  “Listen up!” the host remarked. “The men’s challenge for round one is…”

  “Yes?!”

  He couldn’t help but laugh at their mouthwatering anticipation. “Slap her ass!”

  “Wooo!” the men roared. “Dat ass!”

  And here Paige gave her large rear-end a little shake and shimmy. Sienna saw the host’s eyes widen, staring down at her bubble-butted friend. He reared back his hand and let loose a stern slap upon her right cheek. Despite being at unease over the whole ordeal, Sienna did think her ass looked wonderful. Even in those tight shorts, Paige had the kind of butt that once slapped it would jiggle for a week.

  “Oh daddy!” Paige cried, “spank me again, daddy!”

  More laughter and guffaws from the crowd.

  “And ladies,” the plaid short attired host called their attention, “to make sure none of you get bored with your guy tonight… we will be partnering you up at random each round to ensure you get a nice mix of meat.” This final word he spoke with a conspicuous wink.

  “Who’s next!” several women amongst the gathering shouted – enthusiastic participants waiting for their turn to be fondled.

  Sienna watched as a tan girl equipped with an apple bottom received a single smart slapping. She gulped nervously, noticing the line of to-be-swatted ladies dwindling rapidly.

  “Only a few girls left this round!” Paige commented, giving her friend a mild spank. “Excited for your turn, aren’t ya?”

  “Uhh,” Sienna mumbled. Thoughts of her bookish boyfriend back on dry land filtering into her mind. Their special moment right before the voyage (some still within her)… The answer was fast and easy. This wasn’t ri
ght. She couldn’t do it. Sienna’s expression mirrored the very sentiment.

  “No! Don’t tell me you’re going to pass, Sienna!” Paige gasped. “No one else on this entire ship has passed! It’s only the first round, Jesus!”

  “Sorry, Paigey,” Sienna replied.

  “Thirty-two!” cried the navy seal host.

  She looked down at her invitation… thirty-two written on the back. A young strapping lad with large pecs stood awaiting his turn to put sweaty hands on poor Sienna.

  “Woah!” he said upon seeing those jugs, “are you sure that card didn’t say ‘motorboat the bitch!’” Followed by a raucous cackling.

  “Sorry, I think it actually said go to your room and touch yourself like every night,” came Sienna’s retort as she sauntered past the man, picked up a shot glass in one hand, a hot sauce in the other, and threw them back. Eww… She then gave her boobs a little jiggle to both please the crowd and rid herself of the awful flavor. It didn’t help.

  “Our first pass!” the host cheered. “Give her a round of applause! But! To make things more difficult, anyone who passes must also spin around in circles at least four times!”

  They must really have wanted those guts bubbling… as if the mixture wasn’t bad enough. Here Sienna made a motion for the door – evidently fed up with this game. Though her friend was fast on the draw.

  “Party pooper!” Paige chanted. “Come back here and spin! You can spin, can’t ya? What’s the harm in that?”

  The crowed looked on with a number of people summoning Sienna to return. You could see them mouthing “Spin! Spin!”

  At last, the heavy chested Sienna agreed to return. She spun her four circles on the spot (and even threw in an extra one for showmanship). The mass of sex-hungry patrons threw their hands in the air, applauding wildly.

  “Round two!” the host boomed.

  He waited for the murmur to die down before selecting a card from the box.

  “Women’s challenge for round two is… Put your nipple in his mouth!”

  Sienna felt her heart instantly sink – in stark contrast to the erupting horde of partygoers. She’d promised her lovely breast to the boy back home. Again, the choice was easy. It looked like she’d be having another shot of liquor and sauce.

  “Paige,” she whispered, tugging at her friend’s shoulder. “You can’t be serious, can you?”

  “What do you mean?’

  “You’re actually going to pop your boob into some random guy’s mouth?”

  “Well, I don’t know,” Paige laughed. “Why don’t you stick around and see!”

  There didn’t seem to be any way of swaying the blond trollop. Paige had made up her mind to participate. Sienna didn’t even bother uttering her standard “Unbelievable…” line.

  “I think I might leave now,” she said.

  “Hold on!” Paige snatched her arm. “At least wait to see what the men have to do!”

  And wouldn’t you know it, just as she finished her sentence, the host had retrieved a second card.

  “For the men,” he began, “Use your face as a chair for her.”

  All men in attendance, every last one of them (even the host himself), pumped their fist into the air with a holler of excitement.

  “Oh great…” Sienna wheezed. “So, not only will you be putting your saggy tits into their mouth, you’ll be sticking your big ass on their face too.”

  “Well when you put it like that,” Paige stalled, “… how could I pass it up! Wooo! Face sitting!”

  The man who had been paired with Sienna last round spotted her walking toward the liquor table. He seized the opportunity.

  “Why didn’t I get this card last round! Look at those big tits I could have been sucking on!”

  “Pass!” came Sienna’s instant reply, as she chugged yet another glass of alcohol and hot sauce, spun her four circles and scooted to the side a bit unsteadily. Her massive breasts bounced to and fro as she did so (to much delight of the gathering). It seems she just couldn’t win.

  She watched from her secluded corner as one pair after another met in the center of the circle to perform their wretched deeds. She saw the big puffy nipples of one girl disappear into the mouth of an athletic lad. There he sucked on them for a moment or two, just long enough for the throng to hoop and holler. There were countless toned, chiseled asses being planted atop hungry faces. Some of the women grinded their butts on the face so roughly that it seemed they might snap a rhino’s neck!

  One aggressive woman in particular was none other than the blond bimbo known as Paige Rumpe. She straddled her man with a sexual malice twinkling in her eye… then she rammed backward, driving his head down to the wooden deck – where she sat full weight upon his face. Her ass, being the divinely large derriere it was, engulfed the man’s visage entirely. All you could see was the very tip of his ears sticking out and a small sprout of hair. Her cheeks suffocated his horny little face. Paige finally relented, allowing him some room to breath. The crowd had fallen silent at this spectacle… Even Sienna had to admit it did look quite appealing (despite the point of infidelity taking place). She remembered that time last year when Paige had jokingly sat her ass on Sienna’s face. The sheer girth and thickness of that rump was amazing… Back on the ship, after a tense moment of uneasiness, the man came to, sticking his thumb high into the air.

  “Woo!”

  By now Sienna was beginning to feel the effects of her alcohol intake. Things felt much lighter, slower, better. The remaining debauchees continued on in a similar fashion, popping nipples into mouths and asses onto faces.

  “Umm Paige,” Sienna whispered.

  “Yeah? What is it?”

  “Do you not consider what you’re doing here to be cheating? I mean you and I both have boyfriends…” Sienna questioned.

  “No Silly!” Paige giggled, feeling a bit sauced up herself. “This is a game! It doesn’t count!”

  Sienna raised an eyebrow. “It doesn’t count?”

  “Nope.”

  “It doesn’t count that you just had a random guy suck your boob, however small it might be, and then grinded your… vagina on his face?”

  “Nope! Of course not! Look captain buzzkill, this is just a game on a boat ride. It’s not like I snuck away and took someone back to my motel room. It’s all in good fun! You should totally join in and stop being that wet blanket we talked about!” Paige looked to the center, taking sight of a woman stripping her bikini bottom off and sliding the exposed pussy along one lucky gent’s face. “Wooo!”

  “Eww…” Sienna mumbled, casting her eyes in the opposite direction. “I’ve got to use the bathroom. It’s making me sick…”

  Her friend carried on cheering the others further along into their depravity. At last the final girl had finished her task. It was now time for round three.

  “Excuse me,” Sienna sputtered to the host, “where is the bathroom?”

  “One moment,” he whispered to her. “And now, boys and girls, it is time for our next round of challenges! You all having fun? I knew you would! And now… let’s hope you can still get some wood! The next challenge for women is… Suck his cock hard!”

  An eruption of satisfaction and sheer bliss spread over the mob. The men reached down, tapping their cocks to make sure the device was ready for lift off. The women in turn looked around at their male counterparts, sizing up the men, thinking filthy thoughts.

  “Uhh yea…” Sienna spat, “Pass! I pass again! Passing! Now where is that fucking bathroom!”

  “Right through that door,” the host informed her, “but you must first take your shots.”

  “I’ll do one better than that,” Sienna laughed, “I might be in there PRETTY long! I’ll take two right now! How’s that sound, ya bunch of freaks!”

  And quite expectedly, the crowd did nothing but cheer upon hearing this suggestion. Sienna grabbed the drinks and threw them back. Just before leaving, she performed a low bending bow, allowing her boobs to hang low and fr
ee. Whew! What a sight. The things that could be done with those… And with that, she stumbled off to the bathroom with an odd sensation bubbling in her stomach.

  “Enjoy that cock, Paige!” sailed her parting words.

  The door shut loudly behind Sienna as she exited the bathroom – a feeling of relief surging through her body, though not a refreshing one. Not surprisingly, the liquor had taken a firm grasp of Sienna’s senses by now. The fast moving substance coursed through her body, sending a tingling vibration to each part of her being.