Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  She ran her delicate hands over his dense hardness. His immense shoulders, thick bulging arms and deep ridged chest. And his belly, so unlike the Duke’s soft one. She felt as if her hands were caressing the hard rocks that decorated the gardens in the mansion, instead of a man’s midriff. Her hand went lower still and Hagar loosened his belt and let his breeches drop to his ankles. She reached down and touched what could only feel like the wooden handle of some hammer or axe.

  Lenore gasped loudly as her eyes followed where her hand was. In the pale light of the cottage interior, she blinked to make sure she was not dreaming. That thing hanging between his legs, that thick shaft her slender fingers barely encircled, could it be what she thought it might. But the Duke’s organ, the only one she had ever seen was no bigger than her thumb. But what was rising upward from Hagar’s groin had to be at least six times larger.

  “Woodsman.” She whispered apprehensively. “Are you a man or a horse?”

  “My lady.” He chuckled. “I confess I am over large than most men, and it is known that the Duke’s manhood may even make little boys look bigger.”

  “Forget the damned Duke.” Lenore couldn’t take her eyes of the fully erect member as it swayed before her like some serpent about to strike. “You are more than ten of him.”

  “My lady.” Hagar said thickly as he lay down on the bed with his pulsing organ standing up before her. “You honor me.”

  “I intend to do more than just honor you, woodsman.” She replied, licking her lips. A strange urge came over her to plant a kiss on the bulging head of the erection as she held the thick shaft in both hands. She didn’t know if such a thing was done. The Duke never asked her to kiss his little thing, and she didn’t even know if she could bring herself to. But this thick piece of sausage beckoned to her most temptingly and she couldn’t for the life of her resist it.

  Gingerly, she brushed her lips on the head. She felt it twitch in her hands and heard Hagar groan. She must be doing something right. Lenore closed her eyes and drank in the intoxicating odor of a real man’s arousal. She flicked out her tongue and licked across the large slit of his organ. He shuddered, making her smile in satisfaction. Her eyes widened at the surging appendage, dare she try it. She had to.

  Her mouth watered as she parted her lips and slowly slid them over the smooth surface of the woodsman’s throbbing erection. Her tongue swirled over the head and she tasted him. She didn’t know if she should do that, but she was happy to let nature take its course. Just as it did with her own free flowing juices down below.

  “My lady.” The woodsman groaned. “It has been so long. Take more of me in…”

  Her eyes went wide. There was a whole lot more of him to take in. The head filled her mouth completely as she savored every lick and slurp. She knew she had to run her hands up and down the rigid shaft, stroking it. How she knew that mattered little, she just did it. More of him, he wanted her to take and she tried very hard. She had never done this. Not even with a real sausage or a banana, but she wanted to now. Lenore was determined, she steeled herself and forced in almost half of the monstrous length before she gagged. Her own saliva mingled with the tasty juices from his organ took Lenore to new heights of passion she never knew was possible.

  She was determined and took his thickness deep into her throat again, this time trying harder not to gag. She felt his organ twitch and get even thicker. It filled her with immense pleasure and her body shook. Something was happening to her. Her belly clenched and relaxed all on its own and her knees suddenly felt very weak.

  “My lady, allow me.” Hagar said and lifted her onto the bed, twisting her around, his organ still in her mouth, until her pelvis was over his face.

  What he did next was wholly unexpected and she felt a flood of release cascade through her. She had never experienced a man’s mouth on her private parts, and the sensation of his lips and tongue with the bristle of his beard sent wave after wave of indescribable pleasure through her shuddering body. She bit down hard on his dense member, but it didn’t matter to him as she felt it twitch and get even harder in her mouth.

  Then suddenly he lifted her off him as if she weighed no more than a little rabbit, and in the sane motion he twisted her around and lowered her over his rock hard member. It tore into her soft, wet entrance, stretching her hard and she cried out in pain. Her nails dug into his dense shoulders as he pushed her down, plunging himself ever deeper into her, impaling her on his ramrod pole.

  “Oh, fuck!” He growled. “You are so damn tight, my lady. My fucking cock’s going to feel numb for a week after this.”

  “Yo-your cock?” She gasped as pain and pleasure mingled all over her. “Is that what you call your… thing?”

  “My thing?” He laughed as his rough hands lifted her up and down over him, impaling her again and again. “Aye, we call that a cock, and prick, and dick, and a lot of other appropriate names.”

  “And what do you call mine?” She gasped with each thrust. “…in your colorful lingo.”

  “Ah, yours is the sweetest, tightest ever.” He grunted and she felt his enormous organ get even thicker and harder, stretching her even more. “Pussy is a good one, and twat, slit and box, and cunt, though not too pleasant for a lady of fine breeding.”

  “It all sounds so wonderful.” She moaned as that feeling of being overcome began to rise again. “You see, I’ve… uuhh, had a very… aahh, sheltered life…. Ooohhhh, so fa-aaahhh!”

  She let herself go, her eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a long and loud moan of delirious release. Her entire body shuddered with the power of her first ever orgasm on a man’s erection. Her senses went numb to everything except for the cascading waves of pleasure that exploded inside her reeling mind. She felt no more pain as her tight pussy, oh how she loved that word, clamped down hungrily on his throbbing cock. His cock, oh that was an even better word. How had she lived so long without knowing the pleasures that came so free and natural with this one life?

  “Oh, Hagar.” She groaned into his ear. “Your thi… your cock is so big… and so hard… oh, I’m never… going to be sated by anything less.”

  “You are always welcome to visit me… and my cock, my lady.” He grunted back and she felt his body tensing. “Oh, my lady… I… I’m going to cum soon… going to release my seed…”

  “Oh, yes, yes.” Lenore arched her back and clawed at his dense hairy chest. “Please, don’t pull out… fill me with your seed.”

  “But, my lady…” He looked uncertain, though his upward thrusts did not falter. “You may get…”

  “I want to.” She breathed excitedly. “I want your seed in me… to light a spark of life in me.”

  Hagar grinned at her and rolled to his side, his cock still deep inside her. Then he rolled over her and she gasped. So this is how it felt to be taken by a man. No hurried shuffling and rubbing, no huffing and panting. Instead she was completely engulfed in his embrace, feeling every aspect of this large, hairy, sweaty man-beast ravaging her like she so lustfully craved. She felt safe under his bulk, safe and so filled with desire. She wanted to possess him, all of him and she clenched down with even more force on his embedded organ.

  Lenore lifted her buttocks to match his deep and powerful thrusts. His foot-long hardness slid in an out of her dripping hole with more urgency now. She could feel every inch of his cock filling her, stretching her wide. After this, she was sure she would never even feel the Duke’s little thimble anymore, not that she ever did. She threw her legs around Hagar’s muscular waist and moaned with pleasure as he dug his iron hard fingers into the soft, yielding flesh of her plush buttocks. His grunts were more animal like now than human, and his cock swelled even further. She knew, by some strange instinct, that he was going to release his hot seed deep inside her then.

  That thought excited her into her second powerful orgasm with a man’s hard cock inside her. She clung to him for dear life as her young body shook with ecstasy. Lenore’s heart was hammering h
ard against her chest and her hardened nipples brushing against his hairy chest added more to the gushing release from between her quivering thighs. She whimpered and wept, moaned and screamed, as lust drove her mind over the brink of sanity.

  And then she felt it, the sizzling rush of his release as something hot and thick splashed inside her. Oh, the pleasure of that sensation. What madness made women not want this? The Duke’s gift to her was a mere sprinkle next to this gushing torrent that filled her. She would give that fool of a husband the heir he so desperately wanted. His heir sired by a man whom he stole from all those years ago.

  Lenore writhed and groaned, feeling more satisfied that she could ever imagine. She felt saddened when Hagar pulled out of her, his foot long member slowly receding. Lust overcame her again and she grabbed at it greedily, licking and sucking the juices that still dripped from it. She heard his satisfied sigh and her heart filled with joy. She knew this first little adventure was just the beginning. Out here, so deep in the secluded woodland, she would never be seen coming or going. And whenever her husband, the portly Duke, would be away on his many little trips around the countryside, she would have her own little excursions into the woodlands.

  She looked up at Hagar as he stood by the fire, naked and oh so endearing. He was her woodsman, in every sense of the word, and she would bear his children and raise them as the Duke’s. The fire in her belly burned hotter than the one in the little fireplace and her eyes shone with lust at the sight of the woodsman’s rising cock. She could have him again, right then. That had never happened with the Duke. Nothing ever happened with the Duke. Fuck the Duke.

  Lenore rose off the bed and walked up to the tall, broad shouldered woodsman. He twitched his magnificent manhood for her pleasure. She grasped it hard and guided it into her welcoming wetness. He lifted her up, thrusting in deep and let her ride him as he stood erect. Oh, how strong he was, she smiled in satisfaction, burying her face into his hairy chest. She bounced up and down over his surging cock. He was strong and she was pleased. Her children would be strong too. And Balmy County’s future could benefit from a strong Duke. This, the Duchess did make as a solemn promise.

  Story 43

  Alicia scrolled through Craigslist, desperately looking for a job. She had just been registered as a nurse but was avoiding having to get on at a hospital as much as possible. The smell of them, the anti-septic made her sick. So did the speed at which they moved the emergency patients, the little kids and old ladies with broken hips. Alicia would much rather go into a private practice with a family doctor.

  She had graduated in a massive class and it seemed like all of her mates had planned better than she—most of them had jobs lined up for the moment they got their licenses. Alicia had been let go from the nursing home she had worked at for three years just two weeks prior to graduating. There was panic in her chest each time she sat down to search for a job. She wondered what would happen if she didn’t find anything, how she would pay off her loans, whether or not she was even qualified at this point to work as a manager at Burger King. Alicia had always been prone to anxiety.

  She took a deep breath, calming herself, and continued to scroll until she reached a promising headline.

  RN needed for paid internship/possible full-time position.

  Alicia clicked on it and skimmed through the posting. It was a doctor who ran his own practice and worked alone, in need of part-time help for at least six weeks. She wrote down the number and closed her laptop, dialing her cell phone with shaky hands.

  “Hello?” came the voice on the other end. His voice was deep and soft; Alicia relaxed a bit at the sound of it.

  “Hi,” she said. “My name’s Alicia Meyers and I am calling in regard to your Craigslist post looking for an intern.”

  “What are your qualifications?” the man asked. She swallowed, told him she’d just gotten her nursing license, that she had working as a CNA at a nursing home while she was in school. He paused on the other end for a moment.

  “Would you be willing to meet for an interview?”

  “Yes,” she said quickly, grinning and giddy. “When?”

  “In an hour,” he said. She agreed, desperate, and wrote down the address that he gave her. She got ready quickly, throwing on makeup and combing through her tangled curls, slipping into her most professional dress and a pair of modest heels. Alicia looked at herself in the mirror, satisfied, and grabbed her purse. She hoped she wouldn’t run into traffic on the way to the office. She always expected that everything would go wrong at any given moment, especially when she needed so desperately for it to go right.

  She arrived at the office in plenty of time, knocking at the door, shifting nervously in her heels.

  Alicia froze when the man answered. There was something about him that nearly knocked her from her feet—some sort of power glowing behind those green eyes. He had salt-and-pepper hair and a slim, firm frame. His greeting glance was hot on her face, intense and penetrating. She felt herself blushing as he invited her in.

  She was for some reason afraid to shake the man’s hand, afraid to touch him. He was beautiful in his own way—probably early fifties, body limber and languid in his movements, back straight and proud. Alicia kept her hands clasped in front of her as he gestured for her to sit down across from him at his desk.

  “I’m Xavier Cunningham,” he said. He extended his arm to hers and she had no choice but to take his hand. He held her eye as she did so, his lips curving into an enigmatic smile.

  “Alicia,” she said; her throat dry. “It’s nice to meet you, Dr. Cunningham.”

  “Did you bring me a resume?” he asked. Her heart fluttered with nervous energy. She had forgotten all about it in her rush to get to the office.

  “I’m so sorry,” she told him. “I completely forgot.”

  She was blushing hard, deeply embarrassed. Xavier leaned back in his chair, propping his long legs on the desk, grinning lazily at her.

  “It’s alright, Miss Meyers. I think you’ll do just fine.”

  Alicia was surprised and elated.

  “When would you like me to start?”

  “Tonight at eight.” His green eyes studied her face intently. He put his legs down and reached forward to take her hand again, brushing her palm with the tips of his fingers when he pulled away after a few long seconds. Alicia dragged her teeth over her bottom lip, confused and flustered, and stumbled over her words as she promised to return in a few hours. She felt his eyes on her back as she turned to leave, and it was all she could do to keep her legs working as she walked away from him.

  ***

  “Good evening,” he said in that lilting, melodic voice. He smiled at her, all charm, as he let her in the door. He locked it shut behind him and led her into the back room, where he saw his patients.

  “I need to ask you something, Alicia.”

  “Yes?” She tried to take deep breaths, to slow her heartbeat. She still wore her dress from earlier in the day, not sure whether she was actually beginning work or if he would simply show her the ropes. She had her scrubs folded up in the backseat of her car, just in case.

  “My practice is rather unorthodox,” he said. “I need to know that you can handle that.”

  She swallowed, meeting his eye, regretting it immediately when her body flushed hot under his gaze. He noticed. She knew he noticed by the way he looked at her, amused and slightly surprised.

  “What do you mean?” Alicia asked. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth. She looked away, scanning the room. It was much like any other doctor’s office, the walls white and sterile, everything shining and clean.

  “You’ll see.”

  Xavier crossed the room and began to unbutton his shirt, sliding it off of his shoulders and folding it, placing it in a cabinet. Alicia watched him, unable to look away, fascinated by his lean muscles and his slim waist. He either didn’t notice or chose not to acknowledge her stare, instead reaching into a bag on the floor and pulling out a fresh white shirt.
He put it on and turned toward her, rolling the sleeves to his elbows.

  “Our first patient should be here in about ten minutes,” he said. “I’ll show you where some supplies are until then.”

  Alicia allowed him to lead her around the office. Always, she was aware of the location of his body. She held her breath once when he stepped close to her, reaching to the top shelf of a cabinet to show her where he kept the extra syringes. He had paused, lingering close to her body, so close she could feel the heat radiating off of him. He took a few steps back without touching her, without remark or incident.

  A doorbell rang and he walked to the front door, unlocking it and ushering in a squat man who was about Alicia’s age. The man was limping, favoring his left leg, wincing with every step.