Rough and Hardcore Erotica

by Natalie Breaks

  Eric took hold of his cock by its base and then grabbed one of her hips. He slid into her waiting pussy from behind slammed against her ass over and over. She held onto the curtains for balance.

  “I tell you that you can stick it anywhere and you still put it in my pussy. What a gentleman.”

  Eric laughed. “You would have let me fuck you in the ass?”

  “I said anywhere,” Jessica said. “I’m all yours.”

  ***

  Eric slid out and guided the head of his cock between her ass cheeks. He spread her and pressed his hips forward. “Is this okay?”

  “I can take it. You’re no gentleman now, but keep going.”

  He felt the tip slide in and it felt so tight. He pushed a little harder.

  A flashlight beam crossed over the curtains. Eric popped out and they ran for the backstage exit. They rounded the corner to a stairwell and charged up to the second floor. Eric thought this was the way teens got killed in horror movies. They probably should have bailed for an exterior exit at this point, but they ran out on the second floor and rounded a corner fleeing between offices.

  The door slammed open against the wall behind them and around the corner. Shoal’s footsteps thundered behind them and Eric knew they were caught.

  Jessica opened an office door and pulled Eric inside. She turned off the light and locked it. They listened as Officer Shoal ran past. Both of them sighed.

  “What the hell is going on here?”

  Jessica turned on the light and they saw Dr. Whittle standing by his desk. Eric became aware that his cock was hanging out and Jessica’s pussy and tits were showing.

  Jessica cleared her throat. “Is now a bad time to ask about being let back into class?”

  Eric rolled his eyes. “I guess there is no point now in hiding what the note was about, if you still want it.”

  “There is no point in running all over this building any longer either,” Whittle said. “I’m going to report you two by name to campus security, so you will probably be expelled. Now get out.”

  Jessica walked away from the door and held her hands up at Dr. Whittle. “Please, Professor, I’ll do anything. Anything at all.”

  He took a step back away from her. “What could you possibly do for me in this state of undress that would be of any use to me?”

  Jessica dropped to her knees in front of him and unbuttoned the front of his pants. Both Whittle and Eric stared with their mouths open. Jessica opened her mouth and took all of Whittle’s cock between her lips at once. She cupped his balls and started working her mouth up and down his length as he grew hard on her tongue and between her lips. As he grew rigid, she increased her speed and he threw his head back looking at the ceiling of his office.

  Eric knew what Whittle was experiencing right now and he was jealous.

  Whittle pulled her up to her feet and bent her over the desk. She spread her arms out and swept his books and papers into the floor.

  “You make quite a mess of things, don’t you?” Whittle asked.

  Jessica rode back against his cock as Whittle pumped in and out of her and she said, “I make it worth it though.”

  Whittle said, “Eric, get over here. I want your assistance, please.”

  Whittle pulled out and sat down on the edge of the desk. He pulled Jessica up into his lap and she straddled him guiding his fat cock back into her pussy. She bounced her ass riding up and down his pole spreading her cheeks and his balls every time she smacked back down into his lap with the professor’s cock buried inside her.

  “Eric,” Whittle said, “did I not give you an instruction?”

  Eric cleared his throat as he stood close enough to the action to see Jessica’s pussy folding in as she plowed downward and gripping Whittle’s cock as she rose back off him. God, he missed being inside her. “Ugh … sir, what do you want me to do?”

  “Find a hole and fill it, Eric. You need to take more initiative with your education.”

  Eric stroked his hard cock in his hand as he moved up behind Jessica’s ass. He took hold of one of her hips from behind as Whittle pawed at Jessica’s breasts smacking the professor in the face with her tits as she fucked him.

  She paused on a down thrust with her ass spread on Whittle’s lap. “Give it to me, Eric. I want you both inside me.”

  Eric pressed his cock against her tight ass and slid halfway in. He paused and took several deep breaths. “Oh, wow.”

  “All the way in, Eric. Fill my holes. Do it to me.”

  He thrust forward and slapped against her ass. Jessica ground her hips around in circles twisting against the two cocks inside her. All three of them started moaning. Whittle clutched Jessica’s tits and started ramming up into her from the edge of the desk bouncing her with the motion. Eric felt it all with his cock buried deep in her ass. Jessica’s muscles tightened with the fucking she was taking and Eric shook with the tight grip on his cock.

  He pulled out a few inches and drove back in. Jessica grunted as Whittle pounded into her harder and faster shaking her whole body. Eric drew out a little further and smacked back against her ass again.

  She breathed. “Feels so fucking good.”

  Eric took hold of both her hips holding his thumbs over the cheeks of her ass feeling them pulse with the pounding the professor was giving her from underneath. Eric took long strokes feeling the drag and pull of each thrust over the full length of his cock. His motion and impacts increased until his speed matched Whittle and Jessica gave one continuous scream after another with each gasping breath between.

  The lock to the office jiggled and Eric heard keys even over Jessica’s screams. The door flung open and Officer Shoal stared in at the action. He dropped his flashlight in the hallway with a thump.

  Dr. Whittle shouted. “In or out, Shoal. We’re busy here.”

  Officer Shoal stepped in and closed the door. Eric kept pounding into Jessica just like Whittle because he didn’t know what else to do in that moment.

  Shoal threw his hands up in the air. “What is all this?”

  Whittle said, “Student advisory.”

  “Whittle?”

  “They are working off a punishment. Either join in, take a seat to watch, or get out, Shoal.” Whittle ended his statement by taking a moment to suck on both of Jessica’s nipples at once.

  Shoal rubbed his big belly and scratched at his head. “Well … ugh … I don’t know. Can she hold it down? People are upset about all the disruption and damage. She needs to get quiet before someone else complains.”

  Whittle popped Jessica’s tits out of his mouth. “Well, stick something in her mouth to keep her quiet, Shoal.”

  Shoal walked up to the desk and unbuckled his pants. They fell down around his ankles. His dick was hard, but tiny. Whittle laughed and shook his head. He pushed Jessica’s head sideways and down. She took the hint. She leaned her elbows on the desk and took Shoal’s prick into her mouth with ease. As she sucked and licked, she stuck her tongue out and licked around his balls for good measure.

  Whittle drove up into her pussy still with her twisted sideways on his lap. Eric gripped her hips and ass cheeks to keep his angle as he pounded her ass as fast and hard as he could.

  Officer Shoal let out a high moan and his flabby ass cheeks tightened. Jessica slowed her pace as she sucked and Eric saw her throat move in a swallowing motion over and over. A little dribble of white cum leaked out of the corner of her mouth. She pulled off of his dick and licked around the head over and over cleaning away every splurt.

  She sat back up arching her back so that her tits looked glorious. She opened her mouth and showed Shoal the cum on her tongue. She closed her mouth and swallowed before showing him a clean tongue again.

  Shoal stumbled back and dropped bare assed into one of Whittle’s office chairs.

  Dr. Whittle pulled out and stood up in front of Jessica standing on his own desk. He stroked himself hard as Jessica kissed and licked around the tip of his cock to coax him to finishing.
Eric watched as he continued to work her ass from behind.

  Whittle blasted too shots of cum into her mouth before aiming down and finishing squirt after squirt on her glistening tits. He stepped off the desk and sat back in his own chair. Jessica licked his cum off her lips, but left her tits coated with it.

  She held onto the desk and arched her back to give Eric all the access he needed to her ass. His rhythm changed and he pulled out. Before he could even stroke himself, he came hard shooting against her ass cheeks until it ran down her legs.

  Dr. Whittle smiled and nodded. “I’ll see you two at the next class session and I assume that Officer Shoal considers this all one big, unsolved mystery. Right?”

  Shoal blinked and said, “Yeah, no idea what happened.”

  Jessica pulled her shirt down over her cum-covered tits. She slid her shirt back down over her sticky ass. “Well, let’s go, Eric. We need to take showers and I need another shirt. Mine always gets messy with you.”

  Eric zipped up and held her hand as they left Dr. Whittle’s office.

  Eric said, “What color were your panties anyway?”

  Officer Shoal called from the open office. “Red. I found them and I’m keeping them for evidence.”

  Jessica stuck out her tongue and made a face. They both laughed as they walked out hand in hand toward where they had left their books

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 47

  With unabashed delight, Delaney Forrester unlocked the front door and turned on the ‘open’ sign. She’d finally managed to open her photography studio, after grinding away at freelance opportunities for the last six years. There were times when she’d been so determined to make her goal she’d practically starved herself to save money.

  Not that it seemed to take off any inches from her waistline. Delaney marveled when she looked in the mirror and thought about the times she’d skipped meals, the footwork she’d done to pick up jobs, and took note of the size eighteen she still wore. There were a lot of people who looked at her with sympathy or even disgust. She had an hourglass figure, but it didn’t fit society’s ideals, so everyone assumed she was unhealthy and unhappy.

  The truth was, Delaney ate a healthy diet, exercised regularly, and had a clean bill of health from her doctor. There had been times when she was younger that she’d wished she was thinner like some of the other girls in school. But she’d learned fast that being thin didn’t buy happiness. It didn’t increase intelligence, guarantee popularity, or even necessarily help a girl’s self-image.

  When Delaney looked in the mirror, she was happy with what she saw. She was larger than a lot of models or actresses, but she also thought she was prettier than most of them. And she had no desire to change it. Besides, she was the force behind the camera that made those actresses look their best, not the star posing in front of it, and she preferred it that way.

  With a stellar marketing plan, Delaney felt confident that her business was going to take off, and she had already booked several small photo shoots – mostly bridal stuff but a few other fun things, like a Race for the Cure event and a marketing shoot for a new law firm. She was excited, and even though she knew the next couple of years were going to be as much of a struggle or more as the last few, she would enjoy every minute of it, and she was determined to succeed.

  She picked up the large three by two folding sign and carried it outside, setting it up on the sidewalk. Both sides read, Grand Opening Special – 1/2 Off Head Shots. Walk-Ins Welcome! Hoping that would draw in some early business, she went back in and checked her equipment. The cameras and lights weren’t the highest quality available, and they weren’t the newest models, but they were professional and high tech, and she already had a plan lined up to buy new equipment six months down the road so she could avoid the cost of maintenance that she would incur on these models.

  Hearing the bell clang as the door opened, Delaney did a silent victory dance – her first customers! Calming herself so she could wear a professional face, Delaney stepped around the black curtain to see who had wandered in.

  Her jaw dropped.

  She almost had to physically push her mouth closed as she stared at the six men in front of her. They had to be models. Well, no, not necessarily. They weren’t waifish enough for that. All the male models today looked almost sickly with toothpick legs in skinny jeans and a chest that could have belonged to a five year old. These were real men, and Delaney’s mouth went dry as she surveyed them.

  Hot Rod. She was terrible with names sometimes and used nicknames that amused her as a relational tool for her memory. Hot Rod was the tallest, maybe six foot six based on her own five foot eight stature, and he was impressive. His shoulders were broad, his legs thick with muscle under his sport shorts, and his chest rippled behind a beater. His dark brown hair hung just past his shoulders, and though his face was all angles and planes, his hazel eyes were soft and kind. He had a tattoo of a hot rod with a fifties style pinup girl on the inside of his right arm.

  Loverboy was shorter by maybe two inches, and he wasn’t quite as broad, but he wore an expression like a permanent smirk that was delectable, and he was still toned to perfection. His t-shirt stretched tight over his pectorals, and Delaney had to figure he had an eight pack underneath. He, too, had nice legs clad in form fitting jeans. His blond hair was cropped short – almost military style – and his lips were full beneath stark ice-blue eyes.

  She labeled the next guy Blackjack. He had the look of a serious poker player, with aviator style sunglasses hiding his eyes, his jet black hair spiked stylishly on his head, and black duds from head to toe. The fact that it was just after ten in the morning told Delaney his five o’clock shadow was carefully conceived. He was probably an even six feet with a build similar to Hot Rod’s, but slightly smaller.

  With a bandana tied around his head, Delaney wasn’t sure just how long Wolverine’s hair was, but he had long sideburns and a goatee with eyes the color of jade. He looked like a predator, too, leering and mysterious. He wasn’t tall, maybe five foot ten, but he dominated his own space with a cocky stance and the same toned physique as his friends. His gray muscle shirt showed off sleeves of tattoos, and his jeans fit like skin, giving her a view of the curves of his muscular legs.

  Snake’s most prominent feature was the cobra tattooed on the side of his neck, but it didn’t detract from his aristocratic face. Honey brown eyes and a strong, square jaw were set off by dark brown locks with just the ghost of red threaded in, slicked back like an executive in a board room making a power play. But his forearms bulged as he folded them over an impressive chest, accented by a royal blue dress shirt, paired with light khakis that were fitted perfectly to a narrow waist, angled hips, and thick legs. It all worked together to give the impression that he was much taller than just under six feet, as Delaney guessed he was.

  Babyface was a bit of an oddball, with his smooth, slightly rounded face and eyes the color of a stormy sky. His lips were full, his blond hair swept across his forehead, and his flannel shirt hung open over a white t-shirt, proving he was definitely fit. He just happened to be thinner than his friends, so it was less obvious at first. He was probably right at six feet, and Delaney couldn’t help but notice as he turned around that his jeans cupped his ass in a very nice way.

  Finally finding her words, she greeted them, “Good morning, gentlemen. What can I help you with today?”

  ***

  Wolverine elbowed Loverboy with a mischievous look on his face, and Delaney wondered what that was about. Apparently the spokesperson for the group, Loverboy took a step forward and held up a piece of paper. Glancing at it, Delaney realized it was the front page of her website, with the grand opening information on it. “Are you Delaney Forrester?”

  She nodded.

  “We found your ad online. We need some shots for a calendar.”

  Delaney raised an eyebrow. “What’s the theme?” She was curious. Mo
dels? Bodybuilders? Firemen?

  He motioned to the guys with him. “We’re mixed martial artists, and we’ve got a training facility nearby.” That explained a lot. “There are actually twelve of us posing, but the others are tied up today, and we were hoping to make an appointment for them so we can get this wrapped up. We would have called ahead, but we’re running a little behind, and your site says you take walk-ins. We hoped you would have some time today.”

  Oh, boy! For these guys, she would have moved around other clients. Delaney didn’t get the opportunity to admire this kind of beauty very often, and she knew she could rock out some excellent photos for a calendar. “Sure, my first appointment isn’t until this afternoon. Let’s get you registered in the system and talk about what sort of photos you’re looking for.”

  Rounding behind the counter, she pulled up her database where she intended to log all her clients for future promotional follow up. “What’s the name of the training facility?” she asked. She saw an opportunity there to provide some marketing material for them, too.

  “Ultimate MMA,” Loverboy provided.

  Delaney nodded. She considered logging them with their nicknames, but she couldn’t exactly send mailers or emails to Hot Rod or Snake. “I’ll need at least one name, though I can get all of you in here, in case you need headshots or photo shoots for promotional purposes going forward."

  She went down the list: Hot Rod – Jamie, Babyface – Tim, Blackjack – Daniel, Loverboy – Sean, Wolverine – Adrian, and Snake – Kevin. She smirked to herself; her assigned titles fit them much better than their real names. Still, she would have to get used to the names they’d given. It wouldn’t be right to accidentally call one of them by the nicknames she’d devised.