Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  Then Marks moved. His body met hers and they fell up against one wall. His hands went to her skirt and the zipper came down with a long purring sound that was very loud in the silence. Her hands found his zipper and his dick sprang out, hard and trembling. She stared at it, the huge thing featured a swollen, blood-engorged head and heavy veins wrapped around the shaft.

  Cassie gave it an experimental tug and he groaned, his hips shooting forward. She’d watched plenty of videos and she had an idea of what she was supposed to do so she gave it another fast pump with her hand as his fingers slid up her legs, scraping delicately across the soaked front of her panties.

  Hodges said, in a strangled voice, “I’d like to get in on that.”

  Made bold by the dick in her hand and the feel of Marks fingers pushing against her panties Cassie gasped out, “I don’t mind.”

  She didn’t. In fact she was hoping he was serious.

  He was.

  Soon all of them were naked. Cassie found herself spread-eagled on the floor of the elevator, her eyes closing in ecstasy as Hodges licked the dripping flesh of her labia then her swollen clit. His fingers thrust into her and she grunted, lifting her hips so he could get a better angle of penetration.

  Marks’ cock slid down her throat. The pleasure spiraling through her thanks to Hodges clever tongue only intensified as her mouth was filled with hot pulsing meat that scraped along the sides of her throat and forced her to open her mouth wider. Slay grunted out something and then his dick filled her palm. She curled her fingers over it.

  The feeling that washed over her was so fiery she was lost in it. Flesh filled her, contacted against her skin. Hodges’ tongue and fingers created friction and heat that spread through her entire body, sending heated trails of sensation behind it. Her ass shook and her mouth opened wider as the salty and thick cock in her mouth moved faster, forcing her to lift her head somewhat so that she could get it all down her throat without gagging. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth and her tongue swirled up and down the shaft as she tightened her lips, sucking harder and applying more pressure with every suck.

  Hodges’ fingers thrust faster while his tongue circled her clit, and then massaged it in a slow and maddening way that made an even more pleasurable sensation spread through her lower body. Her toes curled and she grunted past Marks’ cock, her hand continuing to pump rapidly in tandem with her mouth while Slay bucked his hips and groaned out, “You fellas look like you’re having a whole lot of fun.”

  Hodges’ tongue continued to circle the engorged flesh of her clit and fluids streaked from her inner folds, dripped down her thighs and ass crack. Those fluids were oddly chilly as they beaded along the deep cleft between her cheeks and she wriggled desperately as she tried to get closer to his mouth and the tantalizing pleasure that it was bringing to her body.

  Marks pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop and said, hoarsely, “Jesus, Hodges, if you aren’t going to fuck her let me have it.”

  Hodges chuckled. The reverberations of that chuckle and the cool air from it brought a whole new set of sensation to her aching core. Her inner walls clenched and throbbed then released a powerful jet of fluids that coated Hodges’ face and chin.

  Hodges said, “Let’s let Slay have a little fun too.”

  Cassie found herself on her knees. Hodges moved to her head and she lifted her face eagerly as his cock pressed against her now empty mouth. He thrust into her, quickly and easily then he pulled away to let Slay shove his prick into her throat. Slay’s cock was more slender than either Marks or Hodges and she swallowed it easily, her body moving back and forth as marks moved behind her.

  His hands met her ass cheeks, kneaded and lifted them. His fingers pressed deep into the firm ripe globes and she said, “Holy fuck, she’s soaking wet.”

  Hodges said, “You’re welcome.”

  From the corner of her eye she could see Hodges’ fingers tugging at the hard and pulsing length of his cock. The head vanished between his fingers, reappeared again as Slay’s cock slid in and out of her throat. Slay’s fingers tangled into her hair and his hips arched toward her face, bringing the masculine, slightly musky scent of his body to her nose.

  Behind her Marks slid his cock against the swollen and soaked entry to her pussy. He grunted then pumped his hips, fast. Pain and pleasure mingled and she realized that he’d broken her hymen. His cock pushed into her, all the way to the end of her tunnel and a low moan broke from her throat but was muffled by Slay’s cock in her mouth.

  “Holy fuck, that is the tightest, wettest pussy I ever fucked,” Marks panted as he withdrew and thrust again. Her walls clung to his turgid flesh, cradled it and released it. More friction and heat spread through her as she continued to suck Slay.

  The two men thrust and withdrew, their movements sending her shuttling back and forth between their bodies. Her hair fell out of its neat pins and tumbled around her sweaty face. Slay grabbed a handful of it and used it to guide her head. The feel of his nails scraping against her scalp made her toes tingle and her mouth close more tightly around his dick. Her tongue found the sensitive spot right between his cock’s head and the shaft and massaged it, causing him to grunt and moan.

  Marks’ cock continued to fill her pussy. Her legs shook as the pain evaporated and became pleasure so intense her walls sent more fluids spilling from them. His fingers moved around her waist and found the nub of her clit, and he stroked it furiously while his hips banged against her upturned ass cheeks.

  Cassie came again. Her entire body shook and shuddered as she splashed her hot creamy fluids along the beating meat inside her body. Marks grunted, pulled out and came as well, his hand directing those sticky fluids into his hand. Hodges said, “My turn, Slay.”

  Slay moved to her back end. His cock was nowhere near as large as Marks’ but it felt good inside her. Hodges cock went into her mouth and she tasted the slightly bitter flavor of his pre-come as a few oily drops slid from the purple and swollen head of his cock and coated her tongue, he had a masculine scent as well, different from Slay and marks but familiar and her throat, aching and sore, took him in despite the slight discomfort. The feel of his weighty and thick cock in her mouth was as welcome as the feel of Slay inside her dripping passageway.

  Slay said, “Jesus, she is tight, even after you fucked her.”

  Marks, getting to his feet on the other side of her, said, “I told you. That’s the best pussy I ever had.”

  Cassie, turned on by that, moved her ass faster, coaxing Slay to follow along. His grunts grew louder and longer while Hodges’ groans became louder as well. More of his seed spilled from his dick and dripped across her tongue, coating it with a thick and oily flavor that she craved more of.

  Her hands, flattened on the ratty carpet of the bottom of the car, ached and stung and so did her knees. She had a good idea that she would have some serious burns there later but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the pleasure coursing through her body, and the way that the flesh inside her body felt as it took her closer and closer to the edge of yet another orgasm.

  Slay pulled out and shot come onto the carpet. Hodges, not to be outdone, pulled his cock from her mouth and moved around behind her.

  His cock sank into her easily and he drew a long breath before saying, “Fuck yes, that feels fucking good but I want that ass.”

  He pulled his dick out of her, causing a wave of fluids to spill from her body. She sobbed as he stuck his cock into her asshole, plunging past the tight ring of muscle that made up her sphincter so quickly the pain was but a brief flash. Heat crawled and flushed across her body, making her teeth grit and her legs jerk.

  His hand found her clit and he manipulated it rapidly, causing new sensations to flood her body. Blinking, stunned, and coming hard, all Cassie could do was stay up on her knees as much as possible to keep from scrubbing her face into the rough carpet.

  Hodges let out a long and loud grunt then his sticky seed splashed out onto the floor below
her. She almost fell into that slippery and thick puddle but he caught her.

  Slowly she cooled off. Hodges helped her to her feet and she stared around at them, bemused and still riding the waves of aftershocks from her multiple orgasms.

  She said, “Oh, I have some…” she grabbed her bag and found the wipes she carried in case she needed to wipe her face or hands and then she used them to wipe away the sticky and messy fluids gathered on her body. To her amusement they all helped her to wipe off before cleaning themselves. Their sudden tenderness, coupled with awkward silence that had dropped into the car was both sweet and strange.

  Cassie managed to mop up most of the mess on the floor and then she got into her clothes. Slay leaned against one wall, his face wearing a shocked and confused expression and she was positive that her face wore the same expression.

  Slay cleared his throat and Marks looked at his feet. Hodges hit the buttons again, his face showing exasperation. The smell of sex hung all over the air and they all gave each other helpless looks then looked away again.

  Marks asked, “Does anyone have any bars on their phone yet?”

  None of them did. Marks looked up at the small escape hatch and sighed then said, “We would probably get killed trying to climb out that way anyhow.”

  They all nodded.

  Hodges kicked the door panel. The sound of that blow was dull and very loud, and Cassie jumped slightly. She spotted a long splash of come in one corner and knelt to mop it up, her thoughts so chaotic all she could think to do was clean it away.

  The elevator took a sudden and unannounced drop. Cassie, attempting to stand, was tossed quite unceremoniously into Hodges, who caught her and gallantly kept her on her feet as the car stopped then fell again, a long slow slide that made terror steal through her body, sending her close to the edge of panic.

  Now that the elevator was moving and they were all hurriedly checking their zippers and tucking and smoothing their clothes she was afraid, and not just because any minute the elevator would either crash into some basement and kill them all or settle peacefully and open to allow them to leave, but because she’d realized the full implications of what had just occurred.

  The elevator stopped smoothly. Cassie, blinking and stunned, stood there, speechless. Her pussy was sore, her hands sticky, and her ass aching. There were muscles below her skin protesting in ways they never had before.

  The doors opened to show them the lobby, empty but for the security guard. Marks stepped out of the elevator and she followed as did Hodges and Slay. Not speaking they all headed for the door and the fresh air of the city streets just beyond.

  Cassie stood still for a moment, not sure what to do next. Hodges cleared his throat and said, “Well, I think we all need to come to an agreement here.”

  Cassie nodded eagerly. Slay said, with a wink, “How about what happens in the elevator stays in the elevator?”

  Marks looked at Cassie. His dark eyes met hers and he asked, softly, “Miss Wilson?”

  She pulled herself together and nodded briskly. “Yes, that’s a perfectly reasonable solution.”

  Relief filled her. She’d come to the same conclusion as they’d walked through the lobby. The wild free-for-all sex in the elevator had been the most exciting thing she’d ever done in her entire life, and she would always remember it but she’d never speak of it because Slay was married, and so was Marks. Not to mention he was her boss. And Hodges was a well-known womanizer with a major fear of commitment so she had no doubt that he would forget all about it long before he stepped into the doorway of the offices in the morning.

  “Gentlemen, I’ll see you in the morning.”

  She started to walk away and Marks said, “Please don’t be late, Miss Wilson.”

  She turned and her smile was warm and genuine. “I won’t be. I intend to lay a trail of breadcrumbs down those damn bland hallways.”

  Marks roared laughter and Hodges said, “I’ve always thought they should color-code the place, it’s that neutral. It’s so neutral it’s damn confusing.”

  Cassie nodded, “Precisely. Good evening.”

  They all parted, heading their separate ways and as she walked her pussy continued to throb and sting pleasantly. Her bottom had stopped stinging and as she walked she wondered if any of them were as sore as she was.

  She knew that it would be very sore tomorrow, and that she would probably be a little tired too, but she wouldn’t be late. She also wouldn’t be distracted by fantasies about Marks. He’d been as wonderful a lover as she had imagined he would be but now that she’d had her fantasy, and some she’d never even considered before brought to life she was no longer interested in them.

  Sex with three men in the elevator. It had been wild and thrilling and she’d never known her body could react that, would react that. But it had.

  But that didn’t mean she wanted to do it again.

  There was so many possibilities to sex, she mused as she walked along the crowded city streets, so why limit herself to just one possibility? There was no telling what she might get up to if she just gave herself a chance to find out.

  She smiled as she reached her apartment and saw the handsome man who lived down the hall coming out the door. She’d always been too shy to talk to him but that evening she had found she had a lot of courage and she smiled at him and said, “Lovely evening, isn’t it?”

  She thought he’d say something in passing and keep going. Instead he stopped and said, “Yes it is. Are you just getting in?”

  Suddenly aware of her missing stockings and mussed hair she faltered then took a deep breath and said, “Yes, I got stuck in an elevator at work.”

  His light blue eyes lit with sympathy. “You must work near where the earthquake hit then.”

  She nodded. “Yes, do you?”

  He nodded, “We had hell with our elevators for weeks. Hopefully they’ll get that fixed very soon.”

  “She laughed, “I imagine they will.”

  He held out a hand, “I’m Greg.”

  She took his hand and smiled, “I’m Cassie.”

  He said, “Listen, I have to meet some friends tonight but I’ve been wondering…well…if you aren’t busy or seeing anyone…would you like to go out to dinner sometime?”

  All the endless possibilities…

  “I’d love to,” she smiled.

  Greg smiled back, “Great. Um…I get off at six tomorrow. How about we talk then?”

  “That sounds perfect.” She watched him walk away and then let herself into the building. She deliberately skirted the elevator and took the stairs to her floor. Once in her apartment she drew a hot bath filled with fragrant bubbles, stripped off her clothes then sank into the jasmine and lily scented water, allowing the aromatic steam rising from it fill her nose and relax her body.

  She floated there, just letting the memories of the sexy, steamy tryst play out again. To her surprise she was hot, and in need of release just thinking of what had transpired. She let her fingers wander down her body, gliding to a stop right at her clit. She massaged it gently, wincing slightly at the little pain that came from it before it began to stiffen in a very pleasant way. She massaged it like the men had, delighting in the sensation. Her legs pushed against the back end of the small tub and her toes curled as a small but strong orgasm crested then ebbed.

  “Maybe I’m a slut,” she said softly to the ceiling. “Or maybe just a nympho. Or maybe I just had a lot saved up in there because I waited so long.”

  Her giggles filled the room and she used her toes to turn on the hot water tap, adding a little more heat to the silky waters in the tub. “I suppose it doesn’t matter either way. I intend to try out everything I can.”

  **

  The next morning Cassie raced down the hallways, lost again. Her eyes darted right and left and she cursed under her breath. She’d stopped at the second floor to pick up files Marks would need later in the day and, naturally, as soon as she’d left the echoing room the paper files w
ere kept in she’d taken some sort of wrong turn and wound up in another of those disturbingly bland hallways lined with equally bland cubicles that always confounded her.

  She rounded a corner and came face to face with a stunning red haired woman who wore a look of utter puzzlement on her pretty face. She gave Cassie a desperate look and asked, “Do you have any idea to all of where they hid the elevators? I swear I’ve been here all of four days and I still can’t seem to figure this place out.”

  Cassie laughed, “I’m lost too, it’s still my first week and I always get turned around somehow too.”

  A slender hand came up and flapped at the air, “I can’t believe this. I’m all for a little sadism but this is just plain mean.”

  Cassie blinked, “I’m sorry.”