Best Women's Erotica 2006

by Violet Blue

  “Do you like being disobedient?”

  “No, I don’t. You’re hurting me I said.”

  “It’s supposed to hurt. You like me spanking you, don’t you?”

  “No, I don’t,” she insisted.

  “Yes, you do. I can see your pussy, I can see your juices oozing out over your lips,” he said, rubbing his hand over it. “Oh yes. You are enjoying this, aren’t you Mary?”

  “No, I’m not.”

  “Well that’s not what your pussy’s telling me,” he said, slipping in his finger. “Oh, yeah, that’s juicy. You love it.”

  She grabbed his hand, holding it there. Her bum was moving toward his crotch as he withdrew his fingers, to smear her juices over her crack. I watched as he fell to his knees, lowering his head to lick the welts. He ran his tongue over them, then her hole, stopping just before her pussy.

  I was sitting on the edge of my seat. My breasts were tingling, my pussy throbbing.

  She was up on her elbows now, pulling at her breasts, teasing the nipples to make them erect, pushing her bum into Brian’s face, trying to get him to put his tongue inside her.

  “That’s one hot bum,” he said laughing.

  He took the handle of the whip, probed her pussy with it. She wiggled her bum around and he held on to her, pushing the handle in and out. He moved back out of the way and I watched fascinated as he now inched it into her hole, slowly probing but not hurting.

  I was unable to tear my eyes away from this spectacle. I could see the bulge in Brian’s trousers. I wondered how much longer they were going to do this and if he was going to fuck her as well.

  He told her to stand, helping her up on the desk, bending her over so her pussy was level with his face. She squealed with delight as he alternated between smacking her and giving her pussy a long lick, from her clit all the way up to her hole. It was driving her wild. She was gyrating her pussy into his face, encouraging him for more.

  With his free hand he undid his trousers and they fell to his ankles. He stood there looking ridiculous with his cock hanging out. He covered her pussy with his mouth, nuzzling and sucking as he removed his shirt. Now they were both naked.

  My own pussy was swelling and I moved uncomfortably on the couch. I was shocked to see Brian naked. There was something not right about watching your husband and another woman, even if it was an old tape, and it had better be.

  Grabbing her hips he pulled her back over the edge of the desk and pushed her roughly, facedown, onto it. Papers and pencils flew onto the floor. Her breasts squashed against the desk. He held her firmly in this position, his cock resting between her cheeks. He began smacking her thighs again and I could see how much redder her bum was. It looked like he’d broken the skin but she seemed oblivious to it. She was really getting off and Brian was in his element.

  He loved to be in control.

  “Spread your legs, baby,” he said.

  She didn’t hesitate.

  He parted her cheeks, rubbing his cock over her hole and pussy. He was wetting his cock, teasing her pussy by just putting it in a fraction and then pulling back, just like he did with me.

  “Fuck me. Oh please, fuck me,” she begged.

  I squirmed on the couch; my pussy was throbbing, wanting some attention. I crossed my legs, but that only made it pulsate more.

  He continued to tease her with his cock, rubbing it up and down her slit, and she was trying desperately to grab it and put it inside her.

  He pulled back away from her, left her on her own on the desk and walked around her, eyeing her. He pulled his cock, aiming it toward her, and she moved forward, her tongue stretching out, trying to lick the knob. He kept her at bay, pumping the shaft, allowing pre-come to dribble out, and now she lunged for his cock, pulling him closer to devour in her mouth.

  “Yes. Oh god, yes,” she mumbled, wild for him, gobbling at his cock like someone starved for food.

  He pumped himself into her mouth and I could see by his face he was on the verge of coming. He pulled himself out, her saliva dripping on the desk as he moved back behind her.

  He grabbed her hips firmly, pulling her hard toward him and plunged his cock straight into her pussy, the force of it throwing her forward on the desk. He thrust in deeper and harder, making her scream and cry out for more. The desk was shifting under the pounding he was giving her. Sweat was pouring off him, dripping onto her back.

  “Quickly,” he demanded, frantically trying to calm himself down. “Turn around and sit on the desk with your legs open wide.”

  From this angle I could see her pussy completely. They knew how to work the camera and I fleetingly wondered if they’d acted out any other scenarios and if they were around the house somewhere just waiting for me to find. I downed the rest of my drink, wanting more but not wanting to miss a thing as she sat with her legs hanging over the side of the desk, her breasts heaving.

  I moved my hand down inside my panties to my pussy. It was nice and wet and I slipped a finger in, then another as I opened my thighs and leaned back on the couch to locate my clit. It was already hard. I rubbed it quickly, enjoying the sensation.

  “Now open your mouth. Wider,” he commanded, as he pushed his cock in.

  This threw her into a frenzy. She squirmed and bucked on that desk as he rammed his fingers inside her, finger-fucking her while she sucked his cock, loudly slurping and choking on it as he pushed himself further into her mouth.

  I quickly pulled my panties down, as they were constricting my hand, and rubbed my clit harder. I finger-fucked myself, reaching a high I hadn’t felt for a long time, as I watched them.

  Then he turned her around, slamming her facedown on the desk again, grabbing both legs, pulling them wide apart and ramming his cock into her hole. She was delirious with passion, grabbing at his arse, pulling him into her, matching his thrusts as he plunged into her over and over.

  I frantically rubbed myself, my fingers massaging my clit, bringing me to a powerful orgasm.

  Finally, he pulled his cock out of her and sprayed his come over her face and breasts. She loved it. I watched her smear it into her mouth, licking and sucking it off her fingers.

  The film panned out and I pulled my panties up, covering my saturated pussy, and lay completely back against the couch, exhausted.

  “Having fun?” Brian asked, interrupting my thoughts.

  I jumped, embarrassed at having been caught out. I realized from his casual stance he’d been watching me for some time.

  “Me…er…having fun? What about you?” I spluttered, angrily turning on him.

  “What are you mad at me for?” he asked. “I told you not to watch the ones with red labels.”

  “When did you make this movie?” I demanded.

  “Ages ago. There’s nothing wrong with having it. It’s not like I did it yesterday. It was years ago, before I even knew you.”

  “That’s not the point. You should have destroyed it when we met,” I said angrily.

  “No, you shouldn’t have watched it. You do look sexy when you’re mad, Melissa,” he said coming close to me. “I’ll bet your pussy’s on fire.”

  It was, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.

  “I demand you throw it away. It’s disgusting,” I said, wild with indignation.

  “Is it now?” he said, as he grabbed the back of my head with one hand, pulling me into his body.

  I tried to pull back, but he held me even tighter, breathing into my ear as he kissed my neck. I gasped when I felt his hand lift my skirt. He tore off my panties, the elastic leaving a stinging sensation.

  “Don’t,” I said only halfheartedly.

  “Don’t! That’s not what your pussy’s saying. I was watching you enjoy yourself. I think you might enjoy a spanking too for…”

  “What? I would not,” I said, only moderately upset, as I felt a stirring deep inside me.

  He pushed me back onto the couch and I tried to fight him off. We wrestled together and he tore the buttons on my s
hirt. I gasped as his hands pulled open my shirt and he lunged at my breasts, his fingers fumbling as he ripped the cups apart.

  I’d never seen him so forceful. He was usually so considerate and sweet. I liked him like this. Aggressive and demanding as he squeezed one breast while his mouth smothered the other.

  I was panting hard as he grabbed both of my hands and held them over my head. His eyes were wild as his other hand pushed my legs apart and he groped for his cock, rubbing my pussy with it before he plunged it inside me.

  My body betrayed me by allowing his cock to slip in so easily. I was swimming with juices. Brian looked down at me, a smile crossing his handsome face.

  Bastard. He knew me so well.

  Still holding me firmly, he pushed deeper inside me, bringing me to a wonderful orgasm. My eyes closed in ecstasy only to quickly fly open as I felt the sharp sting of pain when he slapped me hard on the thigh.

  “Stop it!” I demanded. “Don’t, Brian. I don’t like it,” I said, as he slapped me again.

  “Yes you do. Your pussy’s getting much wetter now. Come on, admit it?”

  “I don’t,” I said, only halfheartedly. I was enjoying it, but I didn’t want Brian to know. Slapping me on the thigh with his open hand was one thing, whipping me was definitely out of the question.

  My pussy was on fire. With each slap, I felt myself building to a mind-shattering orgasm. My juices flowed out of me, over his cock and into his pubic hair. I couldn’t stop. I was wild with desire.

  “Oh, Brian,” I begged. “Please don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

  I couldn’t help myself, couldn’t stop myself from saying it. God I wanted it, wanted it bad.

  He laughed. Letting go of my hands he rolled us off the couch and onto the floor with me on top of him. Slipping straight in, his cock was like a gun, honing in on its target and hitting its mark. I was sitting astride his amazing cock rocking back and forth as though riding a horse. I loved this position and began to ride him harder and harder.

  His hands were on my cheeks, pulling them apart, gently running the tips of his fingers around my hole, tickling it. I was remembering how he’d done it on the video and it was turning me on even more. I imagined someone watching us, watching me, as the light slaps, in between caresses, became louder.

  My pussy was throbbing like never before. The stinging sensation of pain turned into exquisite torture, driving me out of my mind. I couldn’t stop coming. I could think of nothing else but what he was doing. As he finally came I collapsed on top of him, my breathing labored.

  “Oh, god, Brian. That was amazing,” I said, smothering his face with kisses.

  “I told you you’d enjoy it,” he said, chuckling. “Come on, admit it?”

  “Well, maybe just a little. But I don’t want you to do it again, okay?”

  “Sure,” he said smugly, stroking my hair.

  I did want to do it again, boy did I, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. I’d wait until the time was right, then I’d surprise him with a small whip of my own. Maybe I could find out where this Mary woman lived and she could join me. We could tie him up, see how much he liked it. Have him at our mercy.

  With those pleasant thoughts running through my mind I drifted off into a light sleep, dreaming about being tied up and at the mercy of many men. Of being laid out on a bed, spread-eagled and naked. My pussy, hole, and tits being attacked, fingered, sucked, and licked by all the men with Brian looking on.

  With a smile on my lips I fell into an exhausted slumber.

  BUSTED

  Jordana Winters

  “Shit!”

  Busted for speeding—fantastic—just what she needed. Elena glanced again in the rearview mirror. There had been no movement from the police car in the few minutes she’d been waiting. What the hell was taking so long?

  She opened her glove compartment and rifled through her papers, searching for her insurance.

  She jumped at the loud knock on the window.

  “Hi,” Elena said, as she rolled down the window, playing sweet. She hoped the cop was male, very cute, and easily influenced by a pretty face.

  The flashlight shining directly into her eyes made it impossible to see if it was a man or woman.

  “Get out of the car,” his voice boomed, commanding her attention.

  “What?”

  “Get out of the car.”

  She glanced again in the rearview. It certainly looked like a police car—roof lights flashing, the whole bit. Still, she was a lone woman on the side of the highway. Like hell she was getting out.

  “Sorry. I’m not comfortable with that. How do I know you’re really a cop?” she asked, squinting, putting her hand up to block the light.

  “I’m not telling you again. Get out of the car,” he repeated, bending down so she could see his face.

  “Jackson? Jesus! You had me going,” she smiled, instantly relieved, letting her arm rest on the open window.

  He pulled the door open, catching her by surprise, making her move her arm or she’d have tumbled out.

  “Out of the car please ma’am.”

  She released herself from her seat belt and climbed out, taking him all in. It was the first time she’d seen him in his uniform, and it wasn’t disappointing.

  “Nice,” she purred, biting into her lower lip.

  With Jackson, she had broken all her rules. That she had agreed to meet, after talking to him for less than a week through an online dating site, had taken even her by surprise. His picture. Holy Christ. He was hot. Hot, hot. His voice, deep yet relaxed, had her trembling before he’d gotten his first ten words out.

  So, she’d ended up at his place, in his bed, because crashing on his conveniently too-small couch hadn’t been “acceptable.”

  Elena had seen two uniform shirts hanging side by side when she’d hung up her coat. His cop boots lay on the closet floor. Sweet Jesus. Finally—her long sought-after cop.

  Jackson, coming to bed in his Calvin Kleins and tight black T-shirt, alluringly scented in Dolce & Gabbana, had sealed the deal. All her good-girl rules had ceased to exist. Him curling up behind her, his body warm and tight against hers, had felt deliciously romantic and deliciously sinful at the same time.

  Following that was a massage, him pulling her hair and kissing her neck. Telling him to stop had seemed her only option. A minute longer and she’d have been unable to stop herself. So they’d snuggled, her lying in the crook of his shoulder, alternating featherlike strokes with her fingertips over his belly, then with her nails, which evoked deep groans from him. Jackson’s body was exquisite—chiseled, hairless, and soft as silk. Her hand had strayed further, grazing over his hard-on that strained against his boxers. She’d stopped herself again, feigned being tired and rolled over to sleep. She’d barely slept a wink.

  They’d fucked on their second date. By that point she had little choice. Her expectations of how good he was going to be hadn’t fallen short. He fucked hard and he fucked rough—a perfect combination as far as she was concerned.

  The strangeness of the conversation they’d had just ten minutes earlier was now explained. She’d been nearly out the door when the phone rang. He’d asked her where she was going and which road she was taking. At the time she’d thought it odd. Now, it all made sense.

  He stood before her, dressed in the full uniform, Kevlar vest, gun jutting off the side of his belt, cop boots, cop pants, ass tight and delicious. Jesus. What a sight.

  “Turn around. Hands behind your back.”

  She did exactly as he told her. Then he was behind her, his body pressed tight against hers, his hard-on pressing against her ass. He moved his foot between hers, and roughly kicked her legs apart. What she could only assume was his baton slid up her calves, then her inner thighs, and stopped just below her pussy, before he moved it up quickly, making her go up on her toes.

  “You’re an ass,” Elena purred, not really meaning it.

  Then there were hands on her wrists, the cold steel
of the cuffs around one wrist, then the other, him pulling at her arms roughly, although she offered no resistance. The sounds of passing traffic and her idling car ceased to register with the click of the cuffs. Not fuzzy fun cuffs, not edible cuffs, no: police issue handcuffs. The real deal. Christ. Her clit was already twitching, her pussy already watering.

  “Move!” he snarled, his breath hot on her ear.

  He dragged her past her car to the other side of his. He pushed her forward so she was bent over the hood. His hand at the back of her neck grabbed a handle of hair. Shoving her head down, he pushed her cheek against the warm metal of the hood.

  “Stay there,” he barked, and stepped away.

  She didn’t move. She watched as he went to her car and turned off her lights, then did the same to his, but left the roof lights flashing. His radio crackled to life and a voice, barely audible, emitted from it. He talked into the radio on his shoulder. Jackson was all calm professionalism—not at all the same man who had her bent over the car.

  “Just finishing a traffic violation. I’ll be done in ten.”

  Then he was back behind her again, grabbing her by her hips and tugging at her pants until they were around her ankles. The cool fall air kissed her skin, goose bumps erupting on her flesh.

  She heard him rip into what must be a condom wrapper, heard him fumbling with his belt and pants. She squeezed and clenched her pussy, convinced she could get off without him touching her.

  “Stop that,” he growled, and swatted her ass, hard, throwing the condom wrapper at her, which came to rest on the hood, inches from her cheek.

  “Fuck,” she grunted, under her breath.

  Then his fingers grazed her pussy lips, already slick with her juices. He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her head back, and bit into her neck.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” he spoke in her ear, pushing her head back down so her cheek was again kissing the hood.

  Then he was inside her, quick, hard, and unrelenting.

  In a fleeting moment of logic, she wondered how this would appear if another car were to pull up behind them. Maybe it looked like she was being restrained. Who the hell cared anyway? She was bent over the hood of a squad car, getting fucked roughly by a policeman. This was the stuff fantasies were made of.