Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  “Is it okay if I come inside?” he asked.

  “Yes. Please. I need this,” she moaned.

  After a couple more thrust, he let out a groan, his cock twitching within her before he came deep within her aching pussy. She let out a low moan, her body aching and her hipsarching up as she felt her body tense up before she came hard against him. She loved this, and he seemed satisfied as well.

  They stayed like that for a moment, both of them unsure of what to do. He then pulled out, staring at her with a grin.

  “Did you like that, princess?” he asked.

  “I sure did. Holy shit,” she replied. She felt like she lost her virginity to a good man, one who seemed to care about her and wanted everything to be consensual with her. That was what she desired, and she didn’t regret any of this at all.

  “Good. I loved being inside of you. I’m glad that you finally told me what you wanted. I noticed from the moment I came in that you wanted me, but you were too afraid. It was really hot, and to be honest, it was very hard to resist you. But, I wanted to be a gentleman and not scare you away,” he insisted.

  “Well thank you. I appreciate that,” she replied.

  “You’re very welcome. Now, let’s go and take a shower,” he offered.

  They got out of bed, with Emma taking the butt plug out of her butt and turning it off. She wanted to do this again, and maybe they would do so in the shower.

  When they got inside, he turned the water on, the heat rising in the room. He stepped in, and she followed suite. They started with scrubbing their bodies, but as Emma started to rub him down, he let out a series of moans.

  “This feels really good,” he said.

  “I’m glad,” she replied.

  She looked down, noticing that his cock was hard once again. Damn, he recovered fast.

  “Do you want me to stick it inside you again? I could jerk it off if you don’t want it,” he offered.

  Emma thought about this. Shower sex seemed so hot, and she wanted to try this.

  “Sure. Put it inside me,” she uttered.

  The way she said it made his cock twitch once again. He grabbed her, resting her against the wall as she hovered right over his cock. He slid into her pussy, all wet from the water dropping down her body and her own desire.

  She started to move up and down on him, with Darren holding her body so that she didn’t fall. She moaned, feeling his cock hit her in a new place that she didn’t feel the last time. She was grasping onto him, holding him as she let out a small series of moans and groans, feeling his cock teasing and taking her in ways she never had felt before. He started to push his hips lightly against her, and soon his cock was angled in another area. She let out another small moan, and then, that was it.

  She came hard, her pussy tightening up as she let out a small moan, her release taking over her body. At that exact moment, his cock twitched within her, coming hard as he felt her pussy tighten against his cock. The two of them stopped once they came, both of them breathing hard. He set her down, smiling at her once again.

  “I’m going to have to clean you again, aren’t I?” he joked.

  “Maybe. But I am a dirty, naughty girl, and I do need to be punished again and again,” she replied.

  He groaned, feeling himself grow hard once again. “I’m going to have more sex with you than I’ve had in a long time,” he uttered.

  “I’m fine with that, I want you to give me everything you have,” she replied.

  The two of them went at it once again, having hot and sweaty sex for the rest of the night. Emma was excited over the fact that they did it five times that night, and it made her weekend all the more amazing and magical. She was happy to have finally lost it, but she was happier over the fact that she lost it to such a handsome, older guy.

  Chapter Four

  The next morning, Emma woke up and saw him packing. She looked over at him with a mysterious glance, wondering what the hell he was doing.

  “Where are you going?” she asked.

  “I’m heading out. The car was able to get fixed today, and I have a flight to catch this afternoon. I’m sorry for leaving so soon,” he told her.

  “It’s fine. It was going to have to happen at some point anyways. It was an amazing weekend though,” she replied.

  “It sure was. I left you my number and information in case you maybe wanted to see one another once again. You’re a great girl, and totally my type,” he offered.

  She blushed. That was the first time a guy like him ever saw her as something like that. “Well I’m glad,” she replied.

  She got out of bed, and the two of them kissed softly for a little bit. It was a shame to see him go, but she knew that it was for the best. He had his own life, and she had her own. It was definitely great to have met him, and her first time was one of the best moments of her life ever.

  Emma was happy that she waited. She was happy she did it with an older, more mature man who seemed to care about how he treated the woman. To her, this was a dream come true, and this was certainly the life she desired. Once he left though, Emma felt strange. She already missed him, even though they had only known each other for the weekend.

  “Man, I hope I get to see him again soon,” she told herself. She doubted it, but maybe they would run into each other in the future. She didn’t know how he felt about possibly dating a younger woman like her. Besides, she didn’t want to run into that just yet.

  She went back home, and when her father asked how it was, she told him it was amazing. It was the truth, but she kept the part about being taken by an older, amazing stranger out of the description. Her father was curious as to why she was so happy, but she told him it was because she had a very nice and relaxing weekend.

  She went back to school, back to the reality that was at hand, but she did occasionally text Darren. The two of them wouldn’t be able to meet up for a long time, andEmma understood. However, she was feeling really weird, almost as if she was sick or something.

  A few weeks later, she was puking the moment she woke up. She got scared, and soon she went to the pharmacy to get a test. She took it, and when she realized what it was, her eyes bugged.

  “Holy shit. I’m pregnant,” she said. She looked at the test, the sign that she did have sex with that man, the proof that he did exist. For her, she wasn’t sure of what to do, but it was a sign that the dream that she thought she had that weekend was a reality, and her actions were real. She lost it to the handsome alpha, and she didn’t regret any minute of it.

  Story 9

  “In Clinical Chemistry, fats are called lipids. There are two types of lipids based on content; these are the good and bad lipids. Anyone here who can give examples of good and bad lipids?” Professor Ellis asked his class.

  Dr. Justin Ellis, 43, single, was nicknamed “CC Terror” because of his ability to reduce his students into bumbling idiots during his lectures. His gelled black hair, arched eyebrow, piercing eyes, and thin, determined lips further enhanced his undesirable image.

  A few students raised their hands, but Justin deliberately ignored them. “Miss Stuart,” he bellowed.

  Brenda Stuart bolted from her chair with a start. She was petite but properly proportioned; small upright breasts, shapely legs and firm rumps. Her shoulder-length brown hair, alluring lips, sharp nose and soulful, black eyes enhanced her exotic beauty.

  “Examples of good lipids are vegetable and fruit oils, while bad lipids are meat fat,” Brenda confidently answered.

  “Correct,” Justin acknowledged, “those delicious cheese burgers and pork chops you voraciously eat every day are rich in bad fats. When bad fats are in excess in your bloodstream, this will increase your risk of developing heart diseases,” he pointed to one plump student. The student cringed.“These bad fats can come in the form of triglyceride and cholesterol that have the chemical structures…”

  He turned his back to write the chemical formula on the white board. His back was broad and he had perfectly
sculptured shoulders that extended to brawny arms and long, sturdy legs. These were evident underneath his immaculate, grey suit.

  The whole class fell into strained silence as he whisked through the formula without difficulty. His mastery of the subject matter was a well-known fact in the university, so no one dared to question his stringent teaching style. He was good looking too and students had fallen for him countless of times despite his stern persona. But Justin had remained indifferent to them all.

  His dedication to his craft and his patience to extend his working hours to tutor students patiently were also legendary.

  Throughout all the years, he remained single. This prompted some rumors that he was gay.

  The bell rang and the students bade goodbye as they left the room.

  But Brenda stayed rooted to her chair.

  “What’s the matter, Miss Stuart? Do you have something to say?” Justin threw her a menacing squint.

  Brenda approached him, her steps unfaltering. “Sir…may I ask something?” Brenda’s voice rang loud and clear. “Why do you always pick on me?”

  Justin’s face turned cloudy and his eyes widened. “And why do you say so, Miss Stuart?” He bristled.

  “It’s obvious, there’s not a day in class that you don’t ask me a question,” Brenda declared. She felt she was being wronged.

  “Do you know that every time you recite, you’d be awarded points?” Justin asked her, his thick eyebrows up in consternation. “I’m giving you a chance to graduate with honors,” he continued.

  “But …” Brenda protested.

  “Your lowest grade is CC, and I’m insulted that you don’t learn enough from me,” he revealed, exasperated.

  “Well, it’s because I find it hard to memorize chemical structures and reactions. Chemistry was never my favorite subject.”

  Justin’s eyes crinkled in amusement. “You don’t really memorize, Miss Stuart. You have to understand first before you can write down those formulas,” he quipped.

  “Okay, can I see you tomorrow then for tutoring?” Brenda queried expectantly.

  Justin hesitated for a full minute before replying. “Do you really need tutoring? Or do you merely want to annoy me?”

  “Sir, didn’t you say CC is my lowest grade? I want to improve my grade in the finals,” Brenda explained.

  After classes, the following day, Brenda occupied one of the small discussion rooms in the school library. Justin arrived 10 minutes later, carrying a few books with him.

  After some brief words of greetings, they sat down and the one-on-one tutoring started.

  “When you think about chemical structures, think about an important person you care about,” Justin eyed her under his dark lashes.

  “Sir?” Brenda stared at him, not being able to comprehend. “Like a boyfriend?” she blurted out. He’s so handsome, she thought. Is he really gay? She wanted to know.

  “Yes, what are his significant qualities that you love about him?”

  “But I don’t have a boyfriend; I’m still trying to find one,” her shyness was slowly receding in the background. “If you can find me one, I would appreciate it.”

  Justin seemed not to hear her statement. But lines started to appear on his forehead. “Let’s say you have one, what are the qualities that you would most likely remember?”

  “I would remember if he is kind, witty and a good lover.”Was he flirting with her? Brenda wasn’t sure.

  “So, those traits will help you understand him. The same is true with substances. They have also specific characteristics that make them different. These properties will help you remember their chemical structures,” Justin wrote on the pad before him as he spoke.

  Brenda was staring at his beautiful hands, mesmerized by how long and lean his fingers were. How would it feel to have those slender fingers touch my face? Her heart raced.

  “Hello,” he snapped his fingers before her face. “Are you paying attention? Or shall we end this session?” Justin was visibly angry.

  “Sir, I’m sorry,” Brenda touched Justin’s hands with a slight caress.

  Justin abruptly stood up. “I think we’ll end here,” he snarled and gathered his things before storming out of the room.

  Brenda watched him with amusement in her eyes. The professor is definitely human; he reacted to my touch, she thought. Perhaps this is her chance to score a higher mark in the finals.

  During the days that followed, Brenda was bent on achieving her goal. She listened carefully and jotted essential information during Justin’s lectures and in the evenings, she studied diligently. However, she still encountered difficulty in writing down chemical structures and in solving laboratory math problems.

  “Sir, kindly tutor me for a week,” she pleaded. “I have to earn a higher grade in your subject.”

  Justin was shaking his head eyeing her cautiously.

  “Please, sir.”

  He gritted his teeth and said, “Okay, but be serious this time. Come tomorrow after classes at the same venue.”

  The next day, Brenda arrived in the library an hour earlier. Justin came just in time. He looked dashing in his light green shirt and beige coat and tie.

  He’s such a nerd and a stuck-up, Brenda grinned impishly. Wait till I get my hands on his phallus. She smiled, elated to have a challenge on her doorstep. She loved challenges!

  “Let’s start about the various specific properties of these substances,” Justin used a pad paper to write on.

  They were seated, side by side, on the small table; their bodies close and their knees and shoulders almost touching. From afar, they were like lovers planning for their wedding. Brenda can smell the clean, tangy odor of his cologne, and it made her want to lean closer to him.

  Justin sensed this and he tried to move farther, but . . .

  “Is the double bond found in this carbon atom?” Brenda pointed to the diagram on the table.

  He had to move back closer to see what she was pointing at. As she pointed, her cleavage appeared. She did it on purpose to seduce the professor. His eyes darted to the smooth curves of her firm breasts.

  Brenda heard his pulse thunder, while his eyes twitched and his pupils dilated. It took several interminable seconds before he replied, “Yes, yes, that carbon atom.”

  “The esters will normally attach to this double bond and discard one hydrogen atom, right?” Brenda peered at him at close quarters that they were nearly kissing. She could smell his minty hot breath against her lips.

  Brenda expected him to pull away but he was galvanized into inaction, his eyes transfixed on her inviting lips, and her hot body rousing a wild animal instinct from within him.

  “Right,” he murmured gruffly, tensing up. He was thinking, good heavens; this little brat is seducing me.

  Brenda’s thighs were now gently rubbing against his. She had been educated since primary school in a convent, under the strict supervision of nuns; that was why she was still a virgin at 19. She wanted to get laid and experience the mind-blowing orgasm that her roommates were avidly talking about.

  The library was closing in an hour and they were not yet done with the chapter.

  “Can we continue the lessons in your house?” Brenda leaned on him as close as she could, and breath into his ear. “I may be able to share some important info as well,” she licked her upper lips as she spoke.

  Justin was speechless. It was the first time that his body reacted wildly. There were similar instances before but he had managed to remain calm and indifferent. He was astonished that Brenda was able to arouse his lustful feelings. His penis was awakening from its deep slumber. His mind refused, but his body clamored for more.

  Brenda knew she won. She cleared the table and stood up, “let’s go, professor.”

  Without a word, Justin followed her like an automaton. He was in a daze and seemed to be hypnotized. She knew exactly where his car was parked. Justin opened the door for her and she stepped in giddily, joyful of her success.

 
; In the car, she rested her hands on Justin’s thigh indifferently. Justin gasped. Then she began caressing it. He trembled and his dick started to rise to the occasion. “Stop, we’re on school grounds,” he whispered sharply at her.

  She stopped and transferred her hand into her own breasts. “Do you know that I’m still a virgin?” she stated, as he started driving away from the university premises. “I want you to deflower me, Dr. Justin Ellis,” she whispered lustily, deliberately showing him how she was fondling her breasts.

  Justin glanced at her, “You’re my student,” he said sotto-voce, trying to maintain his composure. “This is prohibited.”