Best Women's Erotica 2009

by Violet Blue

“Yes.”

  “Are we off to the races?”

  “I need you, Alexa,” he says. His voice cracks. He is obviously not in the mood for jokes. “It’s been three shit-filled weeks. I need you so badly.”

  “I know. Corbin told me you’ve been rather unpleasant.”

  “Corbin is an idiot. This office is full of idiots. I hate every stinking inch of this city and everyone in it. The only place I want to be is in bed with you and deep in your cunt.”

  Heat floods my body. My nipples harden. I want him as much as he wants me.

  “That’s why I’m here, love.”

  I hear him sigh.

  “I’ll be there in ten minutes. I’m rock hard. Be ready for me.”

  The Bitch in His Head does not let Dimitri masturbate himself to orgasm. She keeps him agonizingly frustrated. Usually Dimitri is a sensitive, gentle, generous lover. When we’ve been apart for a while and She’s been torturing him, he will grab me and throw me on my back and bend me into a ball so my knees are by my ears, and he’ll fuck me so hard I’ll have to use deep breaths like a woman in labor to withstand his onslaught. He’ll pound me over and over until I’m praying for him to come. Finally, when tears have started to leak from my eyes, he will roar and tremble and shoot his wad into me. After, he will wrap his arms around me and tell me how grateful he is to me, how much he depends on my understanding, how much he loves me.

  I can’t help thinking that this kind of fucking is mostly about the Bitch in His Head and has little to do with me. Maybe the Bitch is whispering in his ear, urging him on. Maybe Dimitri is trying to fuck the Bitch into silence. I have thought long and hard about how to avoid that situation this weekend. That is where my bouquet of butt plugs comes in.

  I push the butt plugs and the lubricant under the pillow on the right side of the bed. It is not the most ingenious hiding place, but I’ll risk it. I put the handcuffs and the coils of silk rope under the duvet.

  I lie on the bed with my head on the pillow disguising the lumps I’ve left. The sheets feel cool and smooth on my bare skin. I raise my wrist and smell the delicate scent of violets, a scent Dimitri has specially made for me. I am not sure if it is the fragrance or the change Dimitri and the Bitch have made in my wardrobe but in the year and a half I’ve been fucking Dimitri, I’ve had more propositions from men and women than in my previous thirty-four years combined.

  I run my hands over the silk teddy and feel the heavy weight of my breasts in my hands and squeeze them. Dimitri told me it was the combination of my large breasts and serious expression that attracted him to me the night we met at a party. When he found out that I was a tax lawyer—careful, methodical, trained to give meticulous attention to detail—he decided to risk asking me out, hoping that one day, he’d be able to explain himself to me.

  I run my fingers down the silk on my belly to where the teddy’s lace hem rises over the bush of my pubic hair. The insides of my thighs and the skin on my legs are freshly waxed and silky smooth. I splay my legs open and stroke the soft insides of my thighs, just grazing the tender folds of my labia. When I fly home to New Jersey, I’ll have purple marks on my thighs from Dimitri’s hands.

  I hear the flat door open and slam shut.

  The sound makes my heart race, but I don’t move from the bed. I close my eyes and gently stroke the edges of my labia. The inside of my cunt passage spasms. I press one finger down the center of my cunt and feel my heat and moisture. I think about Dimitri’s muscular tongue, his thick cock, the tight anus he has not yet allowed me to explore. I let the tip of my finger enter my cunt. I am slick inside. I groan with longing.

  “You’d better be thinking of fucking me while you’re doing that.”

  I open my eyes, turn my head, and see Dimitri standing in the bedroom doorway.

  He is such a beautiful man.

  He has taken off his jacket and is unknotting the silk tie around his neck. His green eyes flick over the room. The arches of his black eyebrows are perfect counterpoints to the high curves of his cheekbones. His black hair is thinning, but his mustache is a thick black bristle, like a neon sign proclaiming his virility.

  I am still stroking myself with one hand. I take my other hand to my breast and pull the top of the teddy down so one of my nipples is exposed. I rub my nipple, and stretch it slightly, waiting for the Bitch in His Head to be satisfied with the room and let Dimitri look at me.

  Dimitri unbuttons his shirt, his eyes still moving around the room. I wonder what the Bitch is looking for.

  “Actually,” I say, my voice a low purr, “I was thinking about this guy on the plane.”

  Dimitri drapes his shirt on a chair. He walks to the foot of the bed, and reaches for his belt. I love his broad chest with its pale skin and pink nipples and curly black hair.

  “What guy?” His lips hardly move under his mustache, but his green eyes are now fixed on me.

  “The guy sitting next to me. He looked at me like he was a cat and I was the proverbial bowl of cream.”

  I hear the ssh of the leather as Dimitri slides the belt out of his pants.

  “He said he would love to show me around London. Told me he would make it well worth my while to change my plans.” I laugh. The guy was not bad looking and before I had Dimitri, I would have been thrilled with his attention.

  Dimitri holds his belt in one hand and scowls at me. I can well imagine him reducing his employees to tears.

  “Did he touch you?”

  I don’t know if it is jealousy or the Bitch in His Head asking.

  “Does fucking count?”

  I get up and kneel on the bed facing him. I pull the teddy over my head and drop it on the bed. I caress my breasts. It feels so lovely to be touched.

  “He did me in the aisle, Dimitri. Then he held me down so all the other passengers got a turn, too. You should have seen the dick on the captain.”

  “You’re a fucking cunt, Alexa.”

  His hand clutches the belt so hard his knuckles have turned white.

  I laugh again.

  “You know my cunt belongs to you, and no one else, Dimitri. You know what a good girl I am.”

  I am a good girl. I am absolutely faithful to him and meticulous in my hygiene and I comply with all the Bitch’s dictates, but loving him is hard work and sometimes I can’t help teasing him.

  His jaw is working like he is trying to hold the lid down on the steam that is boiling inside him.

  “Tell me you know it, Dimitri. Tell me you know my cunt belongs to you.”

  His green eyes bore into mine.

  “Your cunt belongs to me.”

  He drops the belt and reaches for the zipper on his pants.

  There is always that moment before we fuck when Dimitri has to summon strength to trust me. After all, those medical tests were performed days ago. The Bitch might be whispering what if’s in his ear right now.

  He drops his pants and his cock stands out from his body as stiff as a steel girder. I don’t know how he gets his socks off with it in the way, but he does.

  He grabs my wrists in his big hands. He pulls my right hand to his nose.

  “I smell your cunt on your fingers.”

  I spread my fingers wide for him, and he takes my pointer finger in his mouth.

  The feel of his warm, wet mouth on my skin and the sight of my finger going in and out between his lips sends a lightening bolt to my cunt and makes me gasp.

  He pulls me to him; his hand goes to the base of my skull, and he crushes his mouth against mine. We both groan. I press my breasts against his chest. His hands run down my back and dig into my ass, lifting me against him, the hard muscle of his cock sandwiched between our bodies.

  “Oh, god, Dimitri, I’ve missed you!”

  All my resolution leaves me, my veins are filled with mind-numbing desire for him. We kiss urgently, digging our fingers into each other’s flesh.

  He pushes me down onto the bed and presses my legs apart. He looks at my cunt, then dives into me wit
h his tongue. I grab the sheets on the bed and hold on as he sucks me, bites me, fucks me with his tongue. He squeezes my thighs and pulls my skin still wider so that my labia are stretched. The pressure of his tongue is so delicious I whimper with pleasure. Thank god the Bitch likes the taste of my cunt.

  Dimitri rises, his face wet with my fluid. He grabs my legs and rolls me back so that my knees are by my ears, my cunt completely open to him, ready to be penetrated. I know what is coming, but I don’t care. All my planning means nothing now. He can pulverize me if he wants. I ache to feel his cock inside me.

  But he doesn’t enter me. His green eyes are not looking at me. They’re focused now on some point past my head. I twist and try to see what he is staring at. He is squeezing my legs so hard it hurts.

  “What is it?” I whisper.

  “The sheet.” His voice quivers. It doesn’t sound anything like his normal voice. “The sheet is untucked.”

  The fucking Bitch in His Head is talking now.

  He lets go of me and pulls away. He stands up. His cock is still rock hard. He is trembling.

  “The sheet…” he repeats. He looks dazed.

  I sit up. I want to cry.

  “I did that, love. Corbin asked me to make sure the bed was done up the way you like it. I’ll fix it.”

  I roll to the side of the bed. I am shaking with anger at the fucking Bitch.

  “I’ll tuck it in. Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.”

  I stand up and tuck the sheet in.

  Dimitri’s cock still makes a hard right angle, but there is a look on his face that unnerves me. He is only three years older than I am, but he looks like a weary old man.

  I will do what I planned to do and I will fuck him and make him come, and the Bitch can go screw Herself.

  “Shut your eyes and hold out your hands, Dimitri.”

  He scowls.

  “No stupid games, Alexa.” His voice is hoarse. “Get back on the bed and let me fuck you.”

  “If you don’t shut your eyes and play nice, Dimitri, I’m leaving.”

  I have not threatened to leave him before. I’m not sure why I said it except the Bitch made me so angry. Dimitri stares at me. My threat has clearly startled him. He is much bigger and stronger than me and could easily force me to do what he wants, but he does not move.

  “Please, Dimitri. I promise you that after we play my way, you can do what you want to me.

  His mustache trembles. He shuts his eyes and holds out his hands.

  I reach under the duvet, pull out the handcuffs, and snap them in place.

  Dimitri stares at them like he can’t believe what he is seeing. His cock, I am happy to see, is unfazed.

  I fall to my knees and grab his hips in my hands and take the head of his fat cock in my mouth. I love sucking him. I lift one hand to play with the tender area under his balls, the other I move to his ass to push him deeper into my mouth.

  Dimitri moans. The sound of his moaning, the way his eyes narrow with pleasure, is enough to raise the heat in my body and bring the juices back to my cunt. I pull my mouth away and stand up. His cock glistens with my spit.

  I take hold of the chain that links the handcuffs and pull him to the bed.

  He lies down in the center. He is breathing hard. His cock sticks up like a flagpole.

  I take out the ropes.

  “All silk,” I assure him.

  He arches one beautiful black eyebrow.

  “After this, we play my way.” His voice is normal now, but tense.

  “Yes, I promise. Anything you want.”

  He watches with apparent detachment as I pull his arms over his head and tie the handcuffs to the brass rail of the headboard. I run my hands over his broad chest and belly. I kiss him deeply, our tongues slipping over and around each other like mating otters. His cock twitches. He stretches out his legs, no doubt anticipating my tying each ankle to the foot-board, but that is not what I have in mind. I bend his left leg and bind his ankle to his upper thigh. I do the same for the right. Then I run ropes from the top of each thigh to the headboard.

  I stand back at the foot of the bed and admire my handiwork.

  “Do you like what you see?”

  “Oh, yes, Dimitri. You’re beautiful.”

  His cock rises up from his thick black swatch of pubic hair. The pink-colored cleft between his buttocks and the deep rose of his anus are exposed.

  “Hurry up and do what you want so I can fuck you!” His voice is petulant.

  I see the gap in my plan. The Bitch is lurking and could start issuing orders at any moment. Just as suddenly, I see the solution. I pick up Dimitri’s silk tie from the chair and grab the panties that match my teddy. I will make sure I can’t hear Her.

  “Don’t!” Dimitri says. He sounds panicky.

  I ignore him and shove the panties in his mouth. He tries to spit them out but I hold his nose so he is forced to open his mouth. He snaps at me and tries to bite my fingers. I laugh and wrap the tie around his mouth.

  His eyes bulge out slightly but he stops fighting me and lies back, trussed, silent, and compliant. He is all mine.

  I stretch out on top of him, enjoying the sweet sensation as I rub my nipples against his chest. I turn his head and lick his ear and nibble down his neck and along his arms past the black hair in his armpits. I love the scent of his sweat.

  I run my tongue down his belly, circle his navel, and push my tongue into it. His belly arches. He does not like this sensation, but I don’t care.

  I inch down his body until my mouth is at his cock.

  I flick my tongue along the head of his cock and around the shaft and down around his balls. I would love to go farther and lick the tender skin around his anus but I’m afraid the Bitch in His Head would not let him kiss me later. I have to content myself with sucking his cock as hard and deep as I can.

  I can hear groans and noises through Dimitri’s gag. I stretch and reach under the pillow and take out my butt plug bouquet and the tube of lubricant.

  “Surgical steel and brand new,” I tell him. “Satin smooth and completely safe. Each has a nice wide handle at the end so it can’t get lost inside you.”

  Dimitri utters some protests under his gag, but again I ignore him.

  I take the smallest butt plug, not much wider than my pointer finger, and lubricate it. I squirt more lube on his tender pink puckered skin.

  I have such a thrill watching the silver metal penetrate his ass. It slides in so easily. While I play with the plug with my right hand, I wrap the fingers of my left hand around the shaft of his cock and pump him like I am jerking him off. His cock is so engorged it is almost purple.

  I pull the small plug out and drop it on my discarded teddy.

  The next plug is a little thicker. Maybe the size of my two pinkie fingers combined. I can hear Dimitri’s muffled groan when I push it in. I have a little bit of the sadist in me; his groan excites me so much I have to lean down and nip the tender skin of his inner thigh.

  I suck his cock deeper down my throat as my right hand thrusts the plug in and out. Dimitri’s legs tremble with each of my thrusts. I push the plug in and leave it there.

  I pick up the largest plug. It is narrower than Dimitri’s fat cock, but wider than three of my fingers combined. It is a hefty piece of metal.

  I kneel between Dimitri’s legs so he can watch me. I rub the head of the plug against my cunt like a dildo.

  “It feels so good,” I tell him. “Playing with you has made me so wet. I can slide it into me easily, Dimitri, but I don’t want to be selfish. I got this for you. Besides, I’d much rather have your cock in me.”

  I drop the plug onto his belly. I move over him and straddle his waist. I hold the base of his cock with my left hand and rub it in circles against me.

  “I want you so much, Dimitri. My cunt aches for you.”

  I am panting. I press the head of his cock hard against me. I would like to hold off longer, but I can’t. My cunt is begging f
or him.

  “I can’t stand it. I have to put you inside me.”

  Dimitri’s eyes are narrowed slits. He grunts through his gag.

  I hold his cock still and push it into my body. I cry out when it fills me.

  “Oh, that’s good!”

  I rock against him, enjoying the friction of his cock against the walls of my cunt. Waves of pleasure fill me. I look down and see the butt plug bouncing on his belly. I can imagine what it will look like stretching his skin, forcing open his narrow opening, and driving deep into his dark hole. I pick up the tube of lubricant and squirt the plug while it is still on his belly, drenching it and him.

  I reach behind me and pull out the middle-sized plug from Dimitri’s ass and drop it onto my teddy. I lift up the big plug. My hand is trembling. I look at my lover stretched out before me, his eyes shut, his head tilted back, his mouth slightly open beneath his gag, his chest rising and falling with his rapid breathing, his arms straining against his bonds. I can see the thick base of his cock where he enters me.

  I realize that for the first time today, it is just the two of us in bed; the Bitch is nowhere in sight.

  “I promise you, love, I will make you feel so fucking good. I promise you.”

  I reach back and position the big plug between his buttocks. I push gently against his anus.

  I shove the plug into him in one hard push.

  Dimtri throws his head back. I hear his muffled cry and see his jaw move under the gag.

  The power I feel is like a narcotic flooding my veins. I pull the butt plug back and shove it in again. Dimitri’s body strains and bucks under me, his head tosses from side to side, and he utters deep muffled cries. Nothing matters to me but fucking him like a wild thing. I dig my fingers into his waist and lean forward, pistoning my hips, and grinding my swollen clit against his pubic bone. Every thrust brings me exquisite pleasure. There is an explosive spasm that begins in my clit and spreads heat up the length of my cunt and makes my cunt muscles clutch Dimitri’s cock and forces high-pitched cries of pleasure from my mouth. I am shaking like a rag doll and my cunt spasms again and I am still rocking my hips back and forth trying to sate my body’s need.

  “Uhh!”

  Dimitri’s face is contorted like a power lifter struggling to raise a tremendous weight above his head. Every muscle in his body is tense with his effort.