Best Women's Erotica 2013

by Violet Blue

  “Like that,” he says as Brody resumes licking my pussy. “You,” he points to Joe. “You start.”

  “Start?” Joe’s cock is in his hand. He’s jerking it as he talks.

  “Let her suck you.”

  Joe looks to Declan, who nods, and then he steps forward. I part my lips and take him in. He’s so nice and thick. I suck him as sweetly as I can, thinking of how lonely he seems, how needy. I make the most of the seconds he’s in my mouth before Flynn grabs his shoulders and says, “Now fuck her.”

  For a second, everything stops, even Brody’s tongue on my clit. There’s an edge to Flynn’s tone. But maybe we needed this. Someone to take command. Joe moves behind me and begins to slip his cock into my pussy. I’m swollen and wet. So wet. Brody continues to lick my clit as Joe fucks me. I turn my head and see that Declan is pressed back against the wall, watching everything.

  Flynn grabs onto the drifter. “Now, you,” he says. “What’s your name?”

  “Matthew.”

  “Matt, let her suck you.”

  The drifter gets in front of me, and I open my mouth for him. He looks over his shoulder, and I know he’s getting approval from Declan. That he knows who the boss really is. His cock tastes like ocean water. I suck him to the rhythm that Joe is fucking me, to the beat that Brody is licking me and I groan at the sensation of being so well cared for.

  Joe starts to speed up, and I realize he’s going to come. He grips my hips and pounds into me, then pulls out at the last moment and shoots all over my back. I shiver at the sensation. I’m wearing another man’s come. I wonder if someone will grab the bar towel, wipe me clean.

  But Flynn is like a machine. He pulls Joe away, puts the drifter into place and then turns to look at Declan. “You up, man?”

  Dec grins at him. “Flynn,” he says in a kind voice, “I’m last.”

  The drifter is in my pussy, and his cock seems to reach further than Joe’s did. I see Joe moving to pour himself a drink behind the bar. Flynn takes his spot in front of me. Brody is busy licking my clit like a good boy. Flynn strokes my hair and looks into my eyes. I was there on his wedding day. I was at his house when he found out his wife was cheating. I see all the pain in his eyes, and I see that he wants to imbue some of that onto me. And I want to take it.

  The drifter drags his fingernails down my sides, and I shiver. He palms the cheeks of my ass, spreads them a bit to see my hole. I see him in the mirror as he motions to Joe, who is watching with a glass in hand.

  “Come here,” he says, and Joe walks closer. I watch in the mirror as Joe and Matthew kiss while Matthew’s fucking me. He pulls out before coming, and the two start to make out against the wall, Matthew’s dick shiny with my juices, Joe’s big fist working around the shaft.

  Flynn, who was gentle at the start, who was unsure for the first few minutes, begins to face-fuck me, and I never miss a beat. I suck him like a pro, and I’m pleased with myself. I drain him before he can stop himself from coming. I’m every woman he’s ever loved, and every bitch he’s ever hated, and he howls as he comes down my throat. There’s no undoing that. Whenever he sees me from now on, he will own this moment. He backs off me, and he’s no longer in charge.

  Now there’s Brody on the table and Declan stepping forward.

  “Suck him,” Dec says. “Suck his cock.”

  I undo Brody’s jeans and set him free.

  “Suck him while I fuck you,” Dec instructs, and I do what he says, licking the precome from the head of Brody’s cock and then sucking him while Declan takes his proper place behind me. Brody has to lean upward to keep contact with my clit, and I’m on my elbows with my ass in the air.

  “You’re so pretty,” Declan says, and it’s like there’s only him and me in the room, except for the cock between my lips and the tongue on my clit. Except for the fact that Joe and Matthew are fucking against the bar and Flynn is lighting up one of Matthew’s cigarettes.

  Declan slaps my ass and grabs my hair. He fucks me hard, and I come, Brody licking my clit like a beast and then shooting into my mouth. I would collapse against the bartender, but Declan lifts me up, carries me to the hallway and presses me up against the wall. Now it is him and me, and he fucks me so hard, I feel like I’ve never been done before. Like this is the first time.

  Which in a way it is.

  The first gang bang. The first time I ever showed off who I really am deep inside. Dec comes in me and then spins me around and lifts me into his arms.

  “The first of many,” Dec promises with a smile.

  HIGHLY INSPIRED

  Alyssa Turner

  “Welcome back Ms. Pierce. Glad you’re joining us today.”

  I responded to her perky greeting with a polite smile. “Hi, Mandy. Full house, huh? Bet you’re ready for the weekend. I know I am.” Too bad it’s only Thursday.

  I’d flown that New York to DC air shuttle so many times before, I could use my frequent-flyer miles to get to the moon. The flight attendants treated me practically like family. Once again, buttoned up in my most conservative of business suits, I was the perfect image of corporate sterility, predictability, reliability. Ugh, what had happened to me? My life seemed like an endless blur of meetings and sales reports. Work had become who I was, not what I did, and I almost didn’t recognize the person in the mirror anymore. That girl, the one who even surprised herself half the time—I wanted her back.

  There was movement in the next seat and I glanced sideways at the reckless-looking guy in a tight-fitting skater tee and a sexy buzz cut raising the sun shield on the window. The warm rays hit my face and washed his dirty blond stubble in an amber glow. What a contrast between the two of us, though he looked to be about my same age. He removed his sunglasses from his collar and placed them on the tray table along with his cell phone, then flashed a smile when he caught me stealing a glimpse of his bad boy looks. I smiled back, but immediately returned to my papers.

  “May I have your attention, please?” Mandy’s tone hinted we weren’t going to like what she had to say. “Dulles is experiencing some difficulties with several of their runways due to bad weather in the DC metro area. We expect about an hour delay on departure.”

  Above the loud hiss of the ventilation system, a united sigh of disappointment flooded the cabin and I called the office to let them know I’d be pressed to make the morning staff meeting on time. It seemed everyone was making calls, including my temporary neighbor.

  When I was finished, I couldn’t help but overhear, though he was careful to speak softly. “…Keep still. I’ll have a taste of you soon, but not yet. I just want to look at you first.”

  I pulled my papers up to my face and smiled privately to myself, assuming he was talking to his girlfriend. The call went on for five minutes or so, making me blush at his words. Lucky girl, I mused. But it was odd that he didn’t seem to say good-bye or end the conversation in any recognizable way. He simply finished with, “… and every last drop of you is delicious.” Then, he ended the call.

  I looked away—stared intentionally across the aisle to hide the guilt displayed on my face for eavesdropping. The moisture in my panties was thankfully not as obvious.

  “Don’t worry,” he whispered, leaning just slightly closer with a playful smirk. “I’m not a serial obscene phone caller.” When I turned to him with a frown, he smiled. “Well, not exactly.”

  My expression turned quizzical.

  “I’m Russell. Sorry if you were offended by that. I was trying to speak softly, but…” he trailed off with a more tempered look on his face. “You flying on business?”

  “Yes,” I responded tightly, picking up reading where I had left off on my reports. He was cute as hell, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a nut job.

  Russell sighed. “Really, I don’t bite; what you heard—that was just work. Lots of women are willing to pay good money for a little phone sex to brighten their day.” He looked bashful about it all of a sudden, glancing at the phone sitting on the tray tab
le in front of him. “Twenty bucks a pop. Paid for grad school doing it.”

  “Sounds wild,” I said, with a tentative glance.

  He sucked his teeth. “Yeah, well, it was big fun when I first started—beat the hell out of waiting tables, I’ll tell you that. But after five years, I’m just tired of it.”

  “Really?” I was fascinated.

  “You do something for long enough it eventually becomes like any other job—same ole shit, ya know? I make like fifteen, twenty calls a day sometimes to my regulars.”

  “Ever catch them at a bad time? I mean…you know, it’s not always convenient to talk like that.”

  He laughed. “I do all the talking. ’Bout the only thing I ever hear them say is ‘excuse me, I’ve got to take this.’”

  “Why don’t they call you? Is it always a surprise?” My mouth was open with a wondrous grin, my head shaking slowly as I absorbed what he told me. Never had I heard of such a thing.

  “They know approximately when I’ll call, but not exactly. It’s more impulsive that way—makes them feel chased after… desired, I guess.”

  “Hmm,” I said with an ironic chuckle.

  “What’s funny?”

  “I was just sitting here thinking about how my corporate career was suffocating the life out of me, and secretly envying you.”

  “Envying me?” He cocked his head to the side with real interest.

  “You seemed like such a rebel. Now I know you’re just a slave to the system like I am.”

  He laughed with me. “A corporate slave and a phone whore, what a pair.”

  “I’m Chloe.”

  “Great to meet you, Chloe.” His smile was genuine, as sexy as his softly creased eyes and broad cheekbones.

  “Do you ever meet these women in person?” It would’ve been a shame if they had no idea how ridiculously hot he was.

  “No, just phone sex. Never the real deal with my clients.” He laughed again. “Anyway, I get way more action on the phone than I can handle, believe me.” He scratched his chin and gazed at me for a moment before exploring the reading material stashed in the seat pocket in front of him.

  I could say that I didn’t know what possessed me. It would be easy to claim temporary insanity or a bipolar episode, PMS or an out-of body-experience. Anything would be easier than just admitting the truth. I simply wanted to do something outrageous for a change. I felt a surge of adrenaline sting me and I looked around, noting the passengers across the aisle were busy with their own magazines or dozing off.

  Impulsively, I eased closer to him with a secretive whisper, “How about some fresh inspiration?” Logic wasn’t in control. Ambition didn’t have a say in my actions. It wasn’t a career move—just a downright crazy idea, but simply irresistible given the circumstances of my present state of mind and his.

  He looked confused and I placed my hand under the tray table and onto his thigh to clarify my meaning.

  “Why don’t you make another one of your calls?”

  A quick flick of his finger and he pressed send, searching my face for a clue of what was to come of this. My hand crept farther under the tray and into his crotch. Soon enough his trepidation gave way to eager compliance as his words started to flow like heavy molasses: “You come home to find me in your bed. I’ve been stroking myself for half an hour already, waiting for you.”

  I sent my fingertips in search of the outline of his cock, tracing the edges through his jeans.

  “I’m as hard as a rock, just thinking about those beautiful legs wrapped around my waist.”

  I relished the way his cock was indeed growing hard, pressing against the denim and thrilling me with the whole concept of getting him hot while he went to work on his client.

  He continued, “You look so damn sexy standing there watching me. I can’t wait to have you.” Surely she was on the other end envisioning his words. While he spoke, he looked directly into my eyes, hardly blinking and taking slow deep breaths between sentences. “Let’s see if you’re as anxious as I am.”

  He unzipped his jeans, allowing me stealthy access to his thickening shaft beneath the cover of the small plastic table. Through that amazingly convenient opening in his briefs, I took him, warm and firm in my concealed grip, under the tray. Placing the phone to my ear, he gave me a chance to hear her moan softly. No doubt she was acting on her own impulses somewhere in the world and ready to see how far Russell would take her today. I pictured her rubbing her clit in her office, perhaps, with the door closed; her mind placing him between her legs. The vision rushed through me with a blast of heat to my core.

  “Pull down your panties and turn around. You made me wait long enough,” he growled.

  Every word on his lips had me aching a little more inside. Every stroke of my hand enticed a more ragged breath from his chest. I’d started to squirm in my seat when Mandy appeared at my side, standing in the aisle. My busy hand froze inside Russell’s pants and he turned toward the window, muffling his conversation behind his palm.

  “Can I get you anything? You’re coffee with two creams, right?” Mandy asked. But when her eyes found the trail of my arm leading to Russell’s lap and her gaze traveled back to my blushing face, she had another idea. “How about a blanket,” she offered with a wink and reached to open the stowage hatch above our seats. “It’s chilly in here—might want to cover up.”

  “Thanks,” I breathed, and she continued down the aisle and flashed me a firecracker grin over her shoulder.

  Russell gave me an inquisitive look, and I shook my head in reassurance that everything was cool.

  The blanket was a score, allowing me to flick his button loose and pull his cock out of his pants entirely. I only wished I could see it. The smooth skin slid easily in my hand over a thick head that wanted for my attention. Licking my lips, I imagined them wrapped onto it and suddenly remembered how much I liked having a cock in my mouth.

  His voice was full of hushed gravel for this woman, words camouflaged by the whooshing of air pouring from the overhead vents. “You like it when I stick my finger in your ass, don’t you? Fuck that sweet pussy and stroke that tight little asshole of yours, is that what you want?”

  He shared the phone with me again and I heard her say that she was going to come, the unmistakable hum of her favorite toy in the background.

  I increased my pace on his cock, pretending to be interested in watching the baggage trucks on the tarmac through his window. His lips quivered and his words were shaky, and I couldn’t stop smiling over the entire scene—so very, very unprofessional. And then it was over, the call ending much like the other, with her satisfaction no doubt laced between the words on his tongue and her proficient self-service. He placed his hand on top of mine and put down the phone.

  Russell looked me over, swallowing hard and steadying his breathing. I followed as his tongue made a brief appearance against his bright teeth. He held absolutely still and he leaned into my ear.

  “Your turn to get some work done now, beautiful.” He blew the words into my hair and sent a shiver over my skin.

  Giddy over the prospect, I gathered my papers into a neat pile on my tray and picked up a pen, while Russell made sure the blanket was suitably arranged.

  From that moment on, a sales report would never make me sigh with boredom again. He snuck a hand below the blanket and encouraged my legs apart. My gray rayon skirt retreated to my thighs and a simple adjustment in my chair allowed it to curl practically around my waist. Satisfied, Russell tapped on the papers, prodding me to get to work.

  Units per quarter up thirty percent. I made my first notation on the chart. Though my writing meandered into illegibility when Russell guided his fingers under the lacy waistband of my panties.

  “Your boss will be upset with you if you show up unprepared,” he chided, finding the swell of my clit between two digits and tugging upward on it gently.

  I pressed my lips together and tried to keep writing, challenging myself to concentrate.

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bsp; “You’re a good little worker bee for the hive aren’t you?” he breathed, tickling my earlobe with his tongue. I nodded, and let a tiny whimper escape my lips. Russell curled one of those fingers and without hesitation, slid into me. My back straightened as I bit back a moan.

  “The captain has turned on the FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS sign. Please turn off all electronic devices and place your trays and seat backs in the upright position as we prepare for take off.” Mandy and the others started their check of the cabin and I was obliged to sacrifice the cover our tray tables afforded us. Just the blanket and my stack of papers now disguised the curious position of his hand.

  “This is going to be a long slow ride, Chloe. You think you can handle it?” Russell asked, holding his place in my panties while his finger moved like time standing painfully still.

  Handle an hour and a half of wishing he could bend me over in this aisle? I wasn’t sure. “Guess we’re about to find out,” I replied, finding his cock under the blanket bobbing freely against my hand. “I can see you’re enjoying yourself.”

  He smiled and nodded, settling back into his seat with eyes closed. Then he nodded again when he sent his finger slowly into the slick river pooling around it.

  I was high on his touch, the slow churn of lust swallowing me whole. Russell worked his middle finger in a circle and wound me up until I was ready to pop—never had I been so wet, so drowned in need. Many thoughts passed through my hazy mind, like how gloriously insane it was to have a perfect stranger soaking his fingers with my juices, and the desperate hope that he wouldn’t stop. But mostly, I thought about landing and rushing that man to the nearest restroom.

  Russell kept me dangling on the edge of an orgasm the entire flight, slowing his slippery maneuvers to a stop when I started to shake, and creeping back into motion once I’d steadied under his hand.