Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  ‘I pushed him down onto his back and lowered my face over his unyielding cock. His pre-cum spilled out over my hand, it felt so damn good. I licked it off my fingers and then slurped my tongue over his trembling shaft. He almost cried out when I took the entire cock head into my mouth. I felt his firm stomach muscles tighten further, and I knew he could not hold back any longer.

  ‘His hot cum exploded inside my mouth making me gag, but his man sauce was so delicious. I sucked him like a possessed woman to get all of it. He probably hadn’t jerked off in some time, if he ever did it. His young virile seed was endless, gallons of high quality royal protein that sure made my night.

  “Oh, god… ooohhhh!” Doris moaned and put the book down. Her left hand had three fingers pushed inside her pussy from the side of her panties. She closed her eyes and shivered, imaging everything she was reading. Picking the book up again, she sighed deeply and resumed.

  ‘A release like that also got the top off and made him ready for the real adventure I had in store for him. I drained the last of his load and climbed back up his body until my wet pussy hovered over his face. He looked up and began licking me like a dog. It felt so damn good and I let him go on for a while. It gave him the time to get hard all over again. He was going to give me as good an orgasm I had given him.

  ‘I was good and ready from all his slobbering for his big fat virgin cock. I fell back on the bed and spread my legs out wide for him. He climbed on top and stuck his throbbing meatstick at my yawning entrance. I took him in my hand and guided it into my aching love hole. His foot long cock filled me up completely. He was rather big for his age and I sure wasn’t going to let any of it go to waste. I encouraged him, purring dirty words and making lewd gestures, exciting him like he had never been before. He pounded his hips against mine like a young bull in heat. He made me come hard three times before he shot another huge load inside me. Oh God, I do so love younger men.’

  Doris shifted on the bed to spread her legs wider; three fingers of her left hand slipping in and out of her pussy. “Oh, god. I so need to have an orgasm right now… Oh, I can’t help it. These stories sound so realistic... so very vivid, oh, if only I could… if only…”

  She turned the page with her right hand as her left pushed deeper into her wetness. She didn’t know why she had this sudden craving for sexual gratification. After all these years of dormancy and self imposed suppression, was her body fighting back? Was she going to turn into some kind of frustrated, sexually hungry addict of such smutty fare?

  The sudden chime of her doorbell made Doris jump. The chill running through her almost made her numb with fright. Hurriedly, she smoothed down her skirt and put the naughty book away. She looked at the time, it was six in the evening already. It had to be her next door neighbor and friend, Jessica Laine, a cute, twenty seven year old airline flight attendant, back from work as usual.

  “Hi, Dory.” Jessica’s cheerful voice helped settle her nerves as she opened the door. “Say, you look a little flustered, are you okay?”

  “Yes, I’m fine.” Doris forced a smile. “And how was your day, Jess?”

  “Same old. Fly to one state in the morning and fly back in the evening.” The pretty blonde flashed a set of perfect pearly whites at her.

  Doris couldn’t help feeling a little envious of this young vivacious beauty living next door to her. She had known her ever since she moved in, about seven years ago. Jessica claimed she worked for a private airline, and often had odd and long work hours. She also seemed to have a lot of money and a very expensive taste in clothes and accessories. Blonde, blue eyed and full figured, the younger woman was also very free with the opposite sex, for as far as Doris could remember, she had never seen Jessica date the same man twice.

  “So you must be very tired then.” She said softly, hoping that her neighbor would turn in early and leave her to her special book.

  “Heck, not at all.” Jessica smiled and pushed her way inside. “I got a bonus and I want to celebrate with my lonely neighbor lady.”

  “Oh!” Doris stepped back to let her in. “Well, congratulations… how are we celebrating.”

  “With these.” The blonde held up a large bottle of California Red, a small wheel of Swiss cheese and a box of assorted dried fruits and nuts.

  “Ohmigod!” Doris gasped at the exorbitant sight. “All this must have cost… Jesus! How much was your bonus?”

  “Many times more than this, babe.” Jessica kicked off her shoes and took a seat, “Come on, break out some cups, let’s party.”

  Half an hour later, and several cups of the rich red wine, the gossip and laugher ebbed for a little. The two women sat in silence, staring at the ceiling.

  “You know what?” Jessica broke the silence. “I’ve often wondered about you, Dory. I mean, I’ve never seen you with anyone… don’t you ever go on dates?”

  It was none of her business, but Jess was the only friend she had. Doris exhaled deeply and a nervous laugh escaped her lips. “I… I can’t seem to get comfortable when I’m close to them… to men, at any time.”

  “Why is that?”

  “Uh, I don’t…” Doris felt petrified even to think of an explanation for her strange affliction.

  “Did something happen…” Jessica leaned closer with concern in her pretty blue eyes. “Were you abused when…?”

  “Oh, no…” Doris raised her hands and shook her head vigorously. “No! Nothing like that.”

  “So what then?” The blonde looked confused.

  “Let’s just say, I’m strange that way.” Doris laughed nervously and wrung her hands. “When I am close to a man, just standing or sitting near one… I kind of freak out… but…”

  “Geez, Dory!” Jessica threw up her hands. “That’s insane… you can’t live this way. It’s all in your mind then… and you need to get mind over matter.”

  “Yeah, I know that.” Doris stared at her feet. “Well, I’m older now and I know a lot more about the world… so I think…”

  “No, you know nothing about the world, woman.” Her neighbor reached over and grasped her upper arm. “You can’t get to know about anything by just reading about it… you have to experience it first hand.”

  “I don’t know… I think I’m pretty comfortable…”

  “No, you’re not.” Jessica put pressure on her grip. “I’ve heard you, Dory… I’ve heard you sobbing in the night… I’ve even heard you getting yourself off.”

  “Ohmigod!” Doris jerked back as if she had touched a live wire. “How did you do that?”

  “Sound waves travel farther at night, and when I came home late on Tuesday night, I could hear your whimpers from across the wall, and then again last Saturday evening… you need a man, lovey… you need a man real bad.”

  Doris swallowed hard and looked away. Those two were the exact nights when she was reading the first and second books of Fanny Firth’s Forbidden Escapades. She hadn’t realized that drowning herself into those racy yarns would make her lose sense of her surroundings. There was no point denying that now, she was a lousy liar anyway.

  “I… well, yes… I will admit to that, Jess.” She took a deep breath and looked the younger woman in the eye. “Lately I’ve been having these strange longings, these sinful needs that I never had before.”

  “Those are neither strange nor sinful, Dory.” The younger, yet more experienced, woman shook her head. “Those feelings are natural, and every living thing has them. Every woman and every man. It’s the nature of life, and if you’re not living naturally, you’re not living at all.”

  “Oh, but what the heck am I going to do?” She wrung her hands even harder. “I don’t know the first thing about dating, Jess.”

  “Listen.” The younger woman said assertively. “I’ve had this idea for some time. Since I had a fair inkling of your problem. You will need to break into this easy.”

  “Uh, I’m not sure how… but I’m listening.”

  “Great. Willingness is the first hurdle
to achieving anything.” Jessica smiled at her warmly. “Hear me out completely before saying anything. First off, I don’t really work for an airline at all. I’ve been working for a professional escort company. The airlines job is a front.”

  Doris’ eyes went wide and she gasped but she didn’t say anything.

  “Yes, a front.” Her young neighbor nodded. “And this isn’t any kind of run-of-the-mill easy lay escort service, no. This is an exclusive, high end undertaking catering only to a specific class of clientele, billionaires and multi-millionaires, the top of the line end of business.”

  Doris stared at her in silence, taking a large gulp of wine.

  “And the first rule of this escort service, one that’s respected by both sides, is that it’s a strictly no-intimacy deal. None at all. We are not whores. We are just trophies for the client to show off when he attends all of his numerous gala balls, ship launchings and sports events.”

  “There’s no sex… at all.” Doris finally squeaked.

  “None.” Jessica shook her head. “And that’s why it’s the best way to break the ice for you.”

  “Huh? But… I’m nothing like you.” Doris was completely floored by what her lovely young neighbor was suggesting. “I mean, you’re young and beautiful… and so sexy. Men will want to be with you… but me, I’m just an old maid.”

  “Yes, you are.” Jessica smirked disdainfully. “In your clouded mind. But your body says different, and in this business, your body trumps your mind.”

  “But I’ve never…”

  “Leave it to me, Dory.” Jessica was all sweet and syrupy again. “You are long overdue for a life worth living. And you can make an easy ten grand a night doing this.”

  “T-t-ten thous-s-sand?” Doris was stunned. No wonder Jessica always had such expensive things.

  “Yes, Dory. That’s the standard fee for each gig.”

  * * * * *

  Try as hard as she might, Doris couldn’t recognize the woman looking back at her in the mirror. She hadn’t in her wildest dreams ever envisioned that she could look the way she did. Her reddish russet hair was beautifully set in tumbling waves and sparkled in the bright light. Her face was a glow with vivacity and her green eyes had never looked more mystifying and mesmerizing. Her finger and toe nails were elegantly manicured and polished. And the dress she was wearing was out of this world. She had only seen pictures of such fabulous dresses before, designed by Lauren St. Venire. The price of the dress could get her a year’s subscription of books.

  The glittering Burgundy Red of the evening gown clung to her body and delineated every curve. Precious stones sewn onto the fabric gave it a heavenly appeal, and it was a perfect fit too, as if they had custom made it for her. She blushed at the low cut neckline and was in awe at the soft globes of her enticing cleavage against the dark cloth. Doris couldn’t believe that she could ever look this sexy. The exotic dress was like a second skin and her body had never felt this young and beautiful ever in her life. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the reflection in the mirror did not change. It was still herself she as looking at.

  “You look wonderful, Dory.” Jessica patted her lower back and ushered her toward the Limo waiting for them. “Now go and have a perfect evening. Your client’s name is John Rood.”

  John Rood! All color left her face. It couldn’t be the John Rood. The writer whose work she was such a fan of. She felt her knees tremble and stood rooted to the spot.

  “Uh… are you sure?” She managed to stutter at her neighbor.

  “Yes, I did tell you our clients are only multi-millionaires and over.” Jessica gave her an annoyed look. “Now go and have a good time… and remember; no intimacy at all.”

  “Uh, yes… I will…” She mumbled, wishing she could just rush back home and hide there. “And who are you with?”

  “Oh, I’m free tonight.” The blonde smiled. “Rood was my mark, but I want to do this for you.”

  “You mean, you’re giving up a day’s work… for me?”

  “Ah, don’t worry about it.” Jessica waved at the Limousine chauffer. “This Rood guy’s a bigwig writer and he’s going to attend some gala publication event. Too boring for me… but you’ll love it, being all bookish yourself.”

  “Uh, sure… I mean, I love books… and writers.” Doris had her heart in her mouth as the black car came ever closer. “But what are you going to do all evening?”

  “I’ve got a date with a rock star, and here he comes now.” Her friend pointed at a Harley cruising down from the other side. “See you, Dory… have fun.”

  She watched the blonde hop onto the pillion seat of the noisy motorcycle and ride off with her rather wild looking date. Her attention turned back to the Limousine as it parked before her and the chauffer stepped out.

  “Miss Doris Weston?” The tall man in the sharp uniform of a Limousine driver doffed his hat at her.

  “Um, yes.” She nodded nervously.

  “I am Norbert; I will be driving you to the New Arcadia Academy Annual Ball, for Mister Rood.” He held the door open for her.

  She bit her lips and carefully stepped into the lavish automobile. The white leather seats felt so soft and smooth, and had champagne flute holders built into the arm rests. Doris decided not to touch anything and leaned back, trying to relax. She could hardly feel the car moving, the engines were so smooth and the only way she could tell they were on the way was by the movement outside.

  * * * * *

  “Good evening, Miss Weston.” The handsome man holding out his arm to her smiled warmly. “I am Jonathan Rood, your date for this evening.”

  Quite tall and broad shouldered, Rood looked fairly imposing in person. His well groomed dark brown hair with slender streaks of grey at the temples and clean shaven rugged square jaw captured her attention instantly. He was every bit like the photographs she had seen in the magazines and newspapers, and more. The classy custom made tuxedo he wore would probably outprice a small family car, and it fit his well maintained form perfectly. His radiant smile was what enchanted her the most and Doris stood rooted to the spot. She couldn’t find her voice to respond to this rugged and smartly dressed man whose literary work she had admired for years. Added to that, the magnitude of this lavish event overwhelmed her, and she was there to enjoy an entire evening in the company of this man of such fine talent and devilish good looks as he invited her to a world she had always shied away from.

  His smile grew wider and he raised an eyebrow at her. “Miss Laine informed me of the last minute switch, and I don’t really mind, as long as I have a lovely companion for the evening. I understand she also informed you of the… policy. Yes?”

  “Uh… y-yes, Mister Rood.” Doris managed to reply in a hoarse whisper, her heart pounded so hard she could barely hear anything else. She felt the familiar sensation of numbness overcome her in the company of a man; especially one so handsome and good looking, and also one she idolized for years.

  “Oh, Please. Call me John.” The millionaire author grinned at her. “And I must say, it’s going to be hard adhering to the policy this evening.”

  He was looking at her admiringly. This exaggerated look she presented seemed to meet his approval immensely. The dazzling reddish hair, exquisite makeup, delicate gown and elegant shoes did give her a look of something out of a glamour magazine.

  “Um, is that…? I mean, if you...” Doris felt incredibly embarrassed under his intense gaze.

  “I’m only joking.” Rood was laughing softly. “But you look overwhelmed by all of this razzle-dazzle. Is it your first time out?”

  “No, no… Mist… er... John, I mean, yes.” Doris managed to stutter. “It is my first time… doing this.”

  “Oh, all right then,” Rood nodded and waved at a bearer serving champagne and wine. “Here, get some of this in you… you’ll feel much better.”

  Doris nodded and eagerly accepted the long flute of champagne he held out to her. She sipped a bit and
then swallowed the rest in one go. “Yes, this is relaxing, John.” She finally found her nerve and voice.

  “Well, yes, it always is.” He smiled and handed her a full goblet of shimmering red wine next. “This is even better.”

  God knew she needed the drinks. She sipped the delicious liquid and enjoyed the rich flavor as it filled her with warmth.

  “To good health.” Rood nodded and sipped some of the wine. “Now come, walk with me… I am here to make an appearance, and you are here to keep my many lady admirers at bay.”

  “Yes, I am… John.” Doris nodded and took his arm as they walked through the crowded banquet hall of the hotel hosting the event.

  “Good. So do you have any idea what all this is about?” Rood asked as he waved at people he knew.