Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  “I’ll be fine,” she said. “Why don’t you bring in the boxes while I finish up in here?”

  “Sure,” Ralph said opening the door again. “Is Hank still hanging around?”

  “He’s in deep somewhere.” Missy’s voice shook.

  Hank heard banging outside on the ramp of the truck as Hank banged Ralph’s wife inside.

  “You’re crazy,” Hank said.

  “Just keep fucking. I’ll let you cum on me or in me or in my ass or whatever you want, if you keep fucking me.”

  “You’ve got it.” Hank continued to ramrod her pussy.

  Ralph called. “I got china and sliver in these boxes. Can I bring them in there, baby?”

  “No,” Missy said. “Just leave them in the living room for now. I don’t want to splatter anything on them.”

  “You’ve got it.”

  Hank heard Ralph pull the handtruck out from under the boxes and roll back outside. Hank grabbed both of Missy’s tits and held on as he continued fucking her.

  “What about your shoes and pants?” Ralph called as he rolled back inside.

  “Put them by the stairs,” she said. “I don’t need any pants right now.”

  “Right. Because it’s so hot,” Ralph said.

  “Very hot.” Her voice cracked.

  Ralph continued to haul in loads of boxes. Hank picked up Missy and held her up in the air as he slid her up and down his cock. He put her back on her feet and pounded her from behind again trying to work toward the finish.

  After unloading the boxes, Hank heard the toolbox rattle and Ralph came toward them. “You sure you don’t need any help in there?”

  “No.”

  “Are you still polishing?”

  Missy cleared her throat and said, “As hard as I can.”

  She pulled her shirt up over her head and wadded it up in one fist. She reached out and rubbed the top of the table with it as she stuck her head around the corner. “What are you doing?”

  Ralph shook the tool box. “I’m going to hook up the washer and dryer. Is Hank around?”

  “Um, I think he is checking out the plumbing out back. He should be finished soon.”

  Hank whispered. “I will be.”

  Ralph opened the tool box in the laundry room. “I hope he doesn’t do anything crazy. I don’t want to get sprayed in the face.”

  “Getting it in the face is a possibility,” she said. “Hank knows what he’s doing though.”

  Ralph took hold of one of the hoses. “Not sure my tool is big enough. You think Hank has something bigger?”

  “I know he does,” Missy moaned.

  “Never mind, I got something that will work well enough.”

  Missy whispered. “That’s what you think.”

  “I’m about to cum,” Hank whispered.

  “How do you want to do it?”

  “All over your ass,” Hank said.

  Hank pulled out and pumped his fist over his cock. He was only three strokes in when he blasted cum over both her beautiful cheeks and her pussy between. As he finished, he slid his cock back into her and thrust a couple more times.

  Missy gasped.

  Ralph called. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” she said. “I love it here so much.”

  “Me too,” Ralph said.

  Hank pulled out. Missy pulled her shirt back on and pulled her shorts back up without cleaning off Hank’s cum. She straightened her clothes and gave Hanks cock a few long licks and sucks before she stepped around the corner.

  “You learning how to handle your hose?” she asked.

  Ralph laughed. “Yes, it is really flexible and soft. It’s pretty easy to work with.

  She hummed and then said, “As usual.”

  Hank zipped up and stepped around the corner. “Oh, Ralph, you’re back. Good to see you.”

  “You too,” Ralph said. “I thought maybe you had left building.”

  “Velvet Elvis is still here,” Hank said.

  “You want to help me get this hose into the slot?”

  “I think I can handle that,” Hank said.

  “I know you can,” Missy said.

  Ralph and Hank worked on the washer together.

  “Did you get all the boxes?” Hank asked.

  “I need to make one more trip,” Ralph said. “You’re welcome to hang out, when I do.”

  “Yes,” Missy said. “Please do. I’ll find something to keep you busy.

  Ralph laughed. “I hope she isn’t working you too hard, Hank.”

  “Pretty hard,” Hank said, “but it’s been my pleasure.”

  Story 38

  Chapter One

  Gina woke up to the sound of her alarm clock reverberating through the rooms. She was sick of having to get up at this time, and since her parents were out of town, she knew that it was obvious that she was able to get away from school for a little while. She glanced at the clock, noticing that it wasn’t even seven am yet, and yet, she was already pretty done with today.

  “Why do I have to go to school anyways? I’m a senior, and I don’t think we’ll be doing anything that important,” she moaned. Plus, she was an adult and she didn’t need to deal with that crap. She was already accepted to the best school in the country for her career in acting, and Gina knew that she didn’t have to go to any of her stupid as fuck classes if she didn’t want to. What she wanted to do instead, was sleep, chill, and take the day off. Yeah, that’s what she wanted, but of course, she could already hear the people now. She knew that not too many teachers like the concept of her skipping class, and she would probably get found out anyways, but she didn’t want to go, and as she looked at the clock, she could already feel her face burning a tiny bit.

  “Ugh, I don’t want to leave,” she said to herself. She really didn’t want to, and the only thing that she could think about right now was the concept of sleeping in and taking the day off. Her parents wouldn’t find out, not that they gave a shit anyways. She was 18, and they really couldn’t do anything besides kick her out, but of course they wouldn’t do that because they needed their trusty dish washer and cleaner. That’s really her job around the house, and although she hated doing that, it got them off her back when it came to finding a real job, so she worked with it.

  However, she knew that she didn’t feel the urge to leave her bed, and already the urge was growing even stronger. She wasn’t going to leave today, not that she wanted to, and for the first time ever, she thought about playing hooky. It was only one day, right? She didn’t want to think otherwise, and she knew for a fact that so far she had been a good kid, so this was but one day out of many. Besides, she otherwise had perfect attendance, and she was a senior, for Pete’s sake. Plus, for a girl who dressed like a Goth chick, she actually did have a pretty big brain under it and she did follow the rules most of the time. Of course, people will try to judge her based off her looks.

  But then again, it’s not like she gave a shit at this point. She was an adult, and she really didn’t need those high school brats. She sighed, realizing she could chill today, and she could do whatever the fuck she wanted. But of course she would have to avoid any truant officers. School was boring and shit, and right now the only thing that she wanted to do was to lay in bed.

  The alarm rang again after being hit with the snooze. She hit the button again, but after a moment, thought about what to do. She then went over to it, turning it off completely.

  “Fuck classes, I’m going back to bed,” she told herself.

  She passed out, the time flying by and her body adjusting to sleeping once again. She woke up around ten, happy and excited to start the day not at the ass crack of dawn. She went to get dressed, eating breakfast and then brushed her teeth, looking around the place. There were a lot of perks to being an only child, and she knew for a fact that this was one of them. She didn’t have some dumbass sibling that would rat her out or anything, just herself and her parents that were more focused on their trip to Tahiti or some busi
ness crap than dealing with her. She already had the scholarships for college lined up too, so it’s not like she had to rely on her family at all for anything. She did love them, and she did care about them, but it was pretty damn nice knowing that she could take care of herself.

  After eating and getting ready for the day, she sat around and watched some TV, playing video games as well. But then again, she wanted to check out the record store as well. What did some of the people who didn’t have to be at school or work do during the day? She went out, heading to the mall and getting out.

  That’s when she saw the security guard give her a glance. She smiled sheepishly at the man, but he definitely looked at her suspiciously.

  “Aren’t you supposed to be in school, young lady?” he asked.

  “I’m an adult. Don’t worry about it,” she said. She flashed her ID, and the man seemed to agree with it. After all, it did say she was 18, not whether or not she graduated from high school. She went in, heading to the record store and checking out a few things.

  It was so nice being able to have this place all to herself. She didn’t have to share it with people, nor did she have to worry about any bullshit. Instead, she lived her life free as a bird, or so she thought.

  Then, the call came. She dashed for her phone, blushing as the ringtone of one of her favorite Japanese cartoons came forward. The cashier looked at her funny, but she just gave the person a sheepish grin, pressing the button to talk to the caller on the line. She didn’t recognize the number, but then, she answered.

  “Hello?” she said.

  “Hello, Gina Thompson?” the person asked.

  They sounded like an older lady, and already, she was mentally groaning. This was probably the person from the office, and soon she moved outside of the store.

  “Yes, that’s me,” she replied.

  “Well, we got word from the teachers that you weren’t here today. Care to tell me why?” she asked.

  Shit. So the teachers did find out. Of fucking course they would. However, the best part about Gina was that she was a good actor, so she started to cough.

  “Oh sorry, I didn’t say anything. I’ve been feeling a bit off,” she told the lady.

  “Oh, whatever. I knew that you were fine, but you should get here immediately. Unless you can give me a doctor’s note, I’m going to give you detention for playing hooky,” the lady said.

  Great. So she was already screwed. Well, better than having people show up and realize she wasn’t home. School was such shit.

  “I can get you one. Sorry, I’m really sick,” she said.

  “Uh huh, and I’m the queen of England. Just get it, or else I’m going to mark you down, and things won’t be pretty,” the lady said,

  She simply said okay and then hung up, slumping against the wall.

  “Why do they go after me of all people, when it’s obvious that there are people who do this every goddamn day and get away with it? Is it because I’m a senior?” she asked herself.

  Well, the answer to that was obvious, it’s because she was always the perfect student for the four years at the academy, and they never had to worry about her and deep down, she was happy that she built up that repute. It got her a lot of things that she normally wouldn’t have the privilege to have. But of course, it also brought forth the drama of this, and this was certainly one of those moments where she regretted being such a goddamn perfect person. Of course, the only thing that she could do right now, was to just face the doctor and tell him the situation. She hoped that she would get a cool one, or at least someone who would be okay with the whole debacle.

  This was going to be bad, and already she was regretting her choices.

  Chapter Two

  She looked for reviews on the web of the best doctors. Of course, she needed someone who was willing to give her a doctor’s note. She could also say that she had been throwing up, so that might help her case as well. She found a man named Dr. Kyle Thornton, and it seemed that he was nearby. She got in the car, happy to know that he was a walk-in clinic as well. She went over to it, and when she got there she sighed in relief knowing that he wasn’t too busy.

  She walked in, mocking up some shivering and looking at the woman at the front.

  “You okay, sweetie?” she asked.

  “Yeah. Sorry, I’m the girl from earlier who called you. My name is Gina, and I’m sick,” she told the woman.

  The receptionist nodded, motioning to the clipboard.

  “Sign in. We’ll get you seen right away,” the woman said with a smile.

  Gina did this, heading over to the chairs and sitting down. She tried her best to mock up being cold and sick, but it was a bit harder than she thought, mainly because she really didn’t feel all that bad, but she was just doing this to help get this off her back. She only did this to get away with what she did, and it still sucked ass to have to do this. Of course, a little bit of acting wouldn’t hurt anyone.

  After a moment or so, she was called, and soon she went back to the room the person told her to go. She got the gown, got undressed, blushing as she realized that the doctor would see her like this. Dr. Thornton seemed like a good man from the reviews, but what it would mean for her, is the fact that she would hopefully get the note and then head back for her free day.

  About twenty minutes passed, and soon the doctor came on by. He opened the door, and when he stepped in, for a moment, she felt like she was seeing one of the hottest men ever. He was about twenty years older than her, with a little bit of salt and pepper hair with a short haircut, and he had a little pair of glasses, but also beautiful blue eyes. When she saw this man, she immediately blushed, regretting even coming now.

  “Hello there. You must be Gina,.” he said.

  Her dark hair and dark eye makeup was a bit smudged, but she did beam at him with a small smile.

  “You’ve got it. You’re the doctor, right?” she said, coughing a little bit.

  “That’s right. But I have to say, you’re a very pretty woman. I’m glad to have met you,” he said.

  Did he really just say that? He thought that she was pretty. In a way, even though it was a bit messed up to be saying that as a doctor to a patient, she was actually really excited for this. She smiled crossing her legs and acting coy for the other man.

  “Well thank you. I’m glad you think I’m pretty. I’m sick though,” she said.

  “Oh my, well let me check you out,” he said.

  He started to do so, moving closer and putting the stethoscope near her heart. He grazed it slightly over her breasts, making her a bit restless and trying to suppress a moan, but he did take his time. He checked her pulse, and then he started to touch her back.

  “Okay, so breathe in, and then breathe out. I want to check your respiratory system,” he said.

  He then placed another hand near her chest, above her breasts but right against her collarbone. She did that five times, and soon he started to write all of that down. He then checked her throat, and after a couple of minutes, he turned to her, looking at her.

  “Well, I hate to say it my dear, but you’re not sick. What’s the real reason for coming in here,” he said.

  Crap, could he really see through her excuse? She couldn’t believe it, especially with the way she acted.

  “How did you know?” she asked.

  “Well for one, I could tell that you were acting. Your actions and the way your body is definitely do mesh. I know that you’re trying to get out of something,” he told her.

  Great, so he already knew. Well, there was no use in hiding it from him.

  “I’m trying to get out of class. I’m sick of having to go to school every single goddamn day. It’s not fun, and frankly, I’m thinking about all of the things I can get done. I want to get a job, make a living, and not spend my time with a bunch of kids. I’ve already been accepted to the college of my dreams, and I also am one of the smartest kids in school. I just feel like it’s a waste of time, and I wanted to play hooky on
ce, but they already found me out, so I had to get a doctor’s note so that I didn’t get in trouble,” she explained.

  Kyle sat down, looking at her and writing down a few things.

  “I understand. I could admit to you as well that I’ve felt the same way before,” he said.

  She looked at him, shock present on her face. He would admit to playing hooky too?

  “You’ve felt this way before?” she asked.

  “Yep. I mean, I’ve felt that way all through school, but you gottta keep with it. I know that you’re probably doing something different from what I do, but I can tell you right now that school is important, so you should stay in it,” he said.