Best Women's Erotica 2006

by Violet Blue

  I sag against the tree as she plays the point of a knife up and down, up and down over my exposed flesh, before placing the handle in my hand. With difficulty I saw through the binding holding my wrists. Freed, I turn quickly round, rearranging my clothes. There is nothing but shadows and trees and bushes, a severed piece of leather and the rushing of the cold night air.

  DEAL

  Emerald

  I don’t dance the way I do on purpose. I’m just moving the way my body is, well, moved to. I don’t really have any idea what I look like, but it’s been described by others as seeming beyond control, as if the song has taken over the essence of my existence for its few minutes’ duration. It’s also been said that some of those associated with me at those particular moments suffer varying degrees of embarrassment and judgment from what they often see as these excessive spectacles.

  Fair enough.

  One thing I do know is that not everybody chooses to dance the way I do. This is something I honestly don’t understand, because I am overwhelmed when exposed to certain songs, and I have trouble comprehending why other people aren’t similarly affected. All of this means that sometimes people notice me when I’m dancing. The bar where we were that night, for example, had a dance floor, but it wasn’t really a dance bar—most of the time the floor stood empty. When one of my songs came on and I broke off a conversation with my friend Jacqueline in midsentence, she knew why. I would guess that helps explain what happened thereafter.

  Breathing heavily and sweating, I returned to our table and gulped water. When I had caught my breath, I sat down, and Jacqueline and I resumed our conversation where it had left off. During a lull, I was glancing around at the crowd in the room when a guy about my age and definitely enough of a hottie to command my attention, approached me.

  After a moment’s hesitation, he said, “Hey, listen, you’re an amazing dancer,” his enthusiasm making him smile quickly.

  “Oh, thanks.” I nodded my acknowledgment.

  “So listen,” he continued and grinned somewhat impishly. “I happen to be throwing my best friend’s bachelor party tomorrow night, and I was wondering if you’d be willing to strip for it.”

  I allowed myself a skeptical smile. Looking him up and down, I scooted my chair back a little.

  “Haven’t you already hired a stripper?” I asked.

  “No, we decided we just weren’t going to have one—too expensive. But when I saw you dance I just couldn’t resist asking if we could hire you. I don’t know if you dance professionally, but if you don’t, you should. There are a couple of us here that’ll be there, and we agreed we couldn’t pass the opportunity up. I know you might think it’s a pretty fucked-up idea and tell me to go to hell, but we thought it was worth a shot.” The impish smile returned to his face. My expression hadn’t changed.

  I met his eyes. “How many guys are going to be there?”

  He seemed a little flustered, and I knew he’d expected me to turn him down outright.

  “About ten. Is that okay? About how much do you think this would run us? You’d definitely be worth it.” He flashed his quick smile again.

  I nodded and ignored both the question and the compliment. “How many of you are single—not counting the groom, of course?”

  “Uh…let’s see.” He mentally counted and said, “Four. Four of us are single.”

  “That means no girlfriend, no attachment of any kind, right?”

  “Yeah.” He shrugged, somewhat confused.

  “Okay.” I leaned back in my chair and crossed my legs at the ankles. “Would you four be willing to fuck me when I’m done?”

  His jaw dropped. It seemed to take him a few seconds to find his voice. “Excuse me?”

  “Would the four single guys fuck me,” I repeated.

  “You mean—you mean at the same time? I mean—”

  I laughed. “Yes, I mean at the same time. If you guys agree to gangbang me—by my rules”—I looked straight at him to make sure he understood the importance thereof—“that’d be payment enough for me, and I’ll do it.”

  Though he had closed his mouth, his expression hadn’t otherwise changed from the one of incredulity my counter-proposal had elicited.

  “Well?”

  “We can do that.” He finally found his voice and regained his composure.

  “Hm. I would think you might want to check with them first. But assuming they agree as well, I’m looking forward to it.” I stood casually and shook his hand. “I’m Hailee.”

  “Devon.” He appeared a bit dazed.

  “Nice to meet you, Devon. I’ll need the time and directions.”

  I didn’t have to bring my own music; we agreed to three songs, which I picked and he said he had. The right music is not only important but imperative when I strip. It is, after all, what makes me dance. All I had to bring to Devon’s place was myself and condoms, of which I made sure I had plenty. Devon and I had gone over the basic rules the night before when he gave me directions, and he seemed to understand them. I told him I’d go over them again before we got started.

  I knocked on the door and waited. There was a fair amount of noise from behind the closed door, but it stopped when I stepped through the threshold.

  Ten pairs of eyes beheld me, and I met each of them in turn.

  “Hello,” I said neutrally, stepping further in. Devon, who had answered the door, closed it, grinning, and shook my hand.

  “Hey,” he said. “Everybody, this is Hailee.”

  Some of the guys didn’t seem to know what to do with themselves. The shy ones nodded, a couple of them not even meeting my eyes after the initial time. The more outgoing and even obnoxious ones were much more vocal. I narrowed my eyes slightly and looked at all of them, checking my intuition to make sure I wasn’t getting any disrespectful vibes.

  “So, you wanna get started?” Devon asked me.

  “Sure.” I shrugged, my intuition giving me a green light. “I’m ready when you are.”

  The noise level in the room had gradually returned. I noticed one of the louder guys say something to his buddy, and both of them burst out laughing. When they looked at me and noticed me staring at them, the laughter subsided slightly. I smiled coolly.

  “We really appreciate you doing this for us,” Devon said as he attended to the stereo.

  “I hope to appreciate what four of you do for me later,” I returned. The room once again fell silent. “Who are the lucky four, by the way?” I glanced around.

  He pointed out the three others in the room. The loud one who’d made the comment to the guy beside him was one of them. That excited me, basically because he was hot. He had cropped blond hair that hung over his forehead and impudent blue eyes that winked at me when I met them. He appeared to be a few years younger than me, probably twenty-one or twenty-two. I took a deep breath, already getting turned on. The guy to whom he’d made the comment was also on the list. His brown eyes met mine. I smiled at him, and he seemed to forget whatever amusement loud blond boy beside him had shared minutes earlier. The fourth was one of the quieter men in the room. He smiled and glanced down when I smiled at him. As I continued to check out these four guys I’d be getting a taste of later, I determined this was definitely a satisfying arrangement for me so far.

  “And this is Bob, the groom,” Devon was saying, gesturing to the gorgeous man by his side. He smiled and stepped forward to shake my hand.

  “Bob. It’s nice to meet you. Hailee,” I said, shaking his hand.

  “You too,” he said. “It’s nice of you to do this for us.”

  Bob seemed like a genuinely nice guy, just like Devon. Apparently his future wife was a lucky woman. “No problem. And your bride doesn’t mind, I take it? She does know, doesn’t she?”

  “Yeah, we told her about you. She says it’s okay as long as you stay away from me. She trusts me though.” Bob smiled; his manner was friendly and at ease.

  I laughed. “Wonderful. That will be no problem. I’m happy to be h
ere.” I turned to the rest of the guys. “I’m ready when you are, boys. The sooner we get going, the sooner I get what I came for.”

  The opening notes of my first song started, and my expression changed. I turned away from all of them and walked to the back of the room. When the words started, I whirled around and started dancing. This didn’t take a lot of effort from me; I danced the same way I would have danced had I been alone in the room. I yanked off the clip holding my hair up and tossed it to the corner of the room.

  When I dance because I’m compelled to by the music, I’m not generally thinking consciously about what I’m doing. The music is literally moving me. This time, though, I tried to focus to some degree on what I was doing. Since the whole situation was really turning me on, I was touching myself a lot. I often run my hands over my body when I dance, but this time I was focusing a lot more on my breasts, running my hands over them and even squeezing them a time or two before running both hands through my hair or down over my hips. I looked every man in the room in the eye periodically; some of them made eye contact, some didn’t. I have to say, I was having a blast.

  I’d worn an above-the-knee black skirt, lime green tank top, silver blouse (buttoned up), and matching red lace bra and thong. And of course I had on my knee-high, high-heeled black patent-leather boots. After a twirl, I kept my back to the group and danced back toward the back of the room, unbuttoning my shirt slowly as I did. My back still turned, I eased the blouse off my shoulders and down my body, listening to the yells and cheers as I did so. I allowed myself a small smile in the darkness of the room. Then I turned around, whipped the blouse all the way off, and threw it into the group. Hands went up all around.

  I stopped paying attention to them and again lost myself in dancing. The second song started; I was slightly out of breath, and panted somewhat as Devon handed me a glass of water. I smiled my thanks, thinking mischievously that I would have perhaps preferred that he just pour it over me. Since he didn’t, I took the liberty of doing it myself, tipping the glass toward me just above my breasts and pouring the contents down the front of my tank top. I let out a little cry and felt my nipples harden immediately as the icy liquid rushed down my warm skin.

  I set the glass down and ran my hands up my soaked tank top as I moved to the music. Running them back down, I let one hand slip under my skirt and pull it up as I touched myself. The cheering sounded in my ears as I smiled and bit my lip. I ran my hands over my breasts and gripped the bottom of my tank top. Looking up, I met the eyes of my blond boy who’d made the comment to his buddy when I first got there. I stared hard at him, almost smiling, as I started to pull up my top. He stared back, his blue eyes just as hard. This turned me on, and I bent deep at the knees and pulled my shirt over my head as I came back up. I threw it at him; he caught it without looking away from me. I raised my eyebrows slightly and whipped around, breaking eye contact.

  Facing away from them again, I bent at the waist and placed my palms on the ground between my feet for a beat, then bent my knees and lowered myself to the floor. Rolling onto my back, I ran my hands slowly over myself and through my hair. Then I flipped over onto my stomach and got onto my hands and knees. I was getting wetter with each passing second anticipating what was to come after this show was over. Rising to my knees, I reached back and unzipped my skirt. I pulled it off me as I rose back to my feet. Now in only my red lace thong and bra with my black boots, I moved closer to my audience and in a quick motion jumped up onto the wooden coffee table.

  The song I knew to be the last one started. It was a song that made me so hot I could hardly stand it. I ripped my hands through my hair and pulled my head back; I could feel the sweat on my chest mingling with the extra moisture from the ice water, now heated to the same temperature as my skin. Letting go of my hair, I reached for the back of my bra and unhooked it. The shy guy of my four, a boyishly attractive one with curly brown hair, was actually looking at me when I met his eyes. He looked away quickly. I smiled.

  I turned around and pulled my bra off. Jumping off the coffee table, I threw the bra over my shoulder and crossed my arms over my breasts. Then I turned back toward them, my long hair falling across my face and over my arms. I looked at every last man in the room before suddenly pulling my arms away and running my hands down my body. My breasts bounced around as I whirled and sashayed, and I grabbed and squeezed them, running my fingers softly over my hard nipples as I thought about who else would be touching them soon.

  Finally I reached for my thong. I touched the sides of it, pulling it away from me and teasing for a moment as I pretended to pull it down and then pulled it back up. Expressions of protest made me smile. Slowly I hooked a finger through each side of it and eased it down my legs and over my boots. Not one of them was looking at my eyes now.

  I kicked the thong to the side and finished dancing to the song. When it ended, I stood in front of them, out of breath and hands on my hips, while they cheered for me. I reached for my silver blouse and pulled it around myself. A few protests emerged as I did so.

  I laughed. “Use your memory, boys.”

  Devon came over to me. Before he could say anything, I pressed up against him and said in his ear, “It’s time for my part of the deal.”

  He nuzzled my ear and put his arms around me. “I’ll show you to the bedroom and then get the other three.”

  I waited in the bedroom, lying on my side on the bed. I kept my blouse around me. By now I felt in control of this entire situation, but I was certainly still going to go over the rules before things got started.

  Someone knocked, and I chuckled and said, “Come in.”

  Devon entered, followed by the three other single men at the party. I smiled at the brown-haired, shy one. He seemed slightly uncomfortable.

  “Are you sure you all want to do this?” I asked seriously. I wasn’t into having anyone do anything he (or she) didn’t want to. All of them nodded, including the shy one, so I smiled.

  “Wonderful.” I looked at the loud blond one, who did not hesitate to look back. His blue eyes held unchecked lust and desire. I shivered. “Now tell me your names again.”

  “Oh,” Devon said. “This is Chad,” he indicated the blond one, who was still looking at me, “this is Brent,” the brown-eyed shy one, “and this is Greg.” Greg had dark brown hair, worn spiked with a lot of gel. He was the one Chad had joked with when I first came in. I smiled again.

  “Okay guys, here are the rules.” I got up and stood by the bed, making sure I had their attention. “First of all, no one gets in me without a condom.” I indicated the box on the nightstand and received nods all around. “Secondly, it goes without saying that I am in control of what happens to me. If at any point things get out of hand and something happens that I don’t want to have happen and I tell you to stop and you don’t—I will not hesitate to kill someone.” I didn’t smile. This is entirely true, and I can’t think of a better way to show them how serious I am than being honest.

  I got three surprised looks—I’d already shared this rule with Devon—but I continued. “That’s not meant to be alarming, it’s just the truth. I have no problem taking someone’s life who is trying to force me to do something I don’t want to do. Nothing happens that I don’t want to happen. Got it?”

  Devon looked at the other three, and everyone assented. I felt relatively comfortable that there would be no problems.

  “Great. That said…” I paused. I didn’t want them to be inhibited either. I certainly wanted this to be fun. It was just important that I remained in control. My voice lowered. “That said, I like it a little rough.” I looked at Chad, whose eyes narrowed slightly. I was getting wet again already. “I like to have my ass smacked and my hair pulled and my tits grabbed, and I love to have hot come shot all over my body.” Chad reached down and ran a strong hand over the noticeable erection beneath his jeans, still looking at me. My breathing got deeper. It was about time to start.

  “Okay,” I said breathlessly. “Let
’s go.” I grabbed Devon and kissed him hard. He wrapped his arms around me immediately and pulled the blouse off me. I felt the other three crowd around beside and behind me, and numerous hands started touching me. I gasped as Devon moved down and started sucking my nipples.

  Chad, who I deduced was behind me, reached around my right hip and slipped his hand between my legs. He slid a finger in my slick pussy, and I cried out and clutched Devon’s shoulders. Pulling away from them all, I lay down on the bed and spread my legs, running my hands down the inside of my thighs.

  “Somebody get a condom on and fuck me,” I ordered.

  Devon nodded at Greg. After ripping one open and sliding it down his hard cock, Greg climbed on the bed and got between my legs. Looking at my wet pussy, he gripped my knees and pulled them further apart. I arched my back and bit my lip. “Fuck me, baby,” I whispered.

  Greg pushed his huge cock into me, and I howled. Devon had stepped back to watch, so I grabbed Brent’s hand, as he was standing closest to me, and pulled him toward me. “Give me your big cock to suck on,” I commanded. Obliging, he moved to the edge of the bed where my head was turned toward him, and his cock found my lips. I opened my mouth wide and heard him groan as I took his hard length in my mouth. Moaning as much as I could with Brent’s cock filling my mouth, I felt Greg pumping me hard and someone else grab my tits from my other side. I pulled away from Brent’s cock for a moment, stroking it with my hand while I turned to see who was on my other side. Devon hovered above me, massaging my tits with one hand and stroking himself with the other. I looked for Chad. He stood near Brent, still watching.

  Reaching up, I pulled Greg down and flipped us over and straddled him. I rode him hard as I turned to Devon and told him to fuck my ass. He moved in and got behind me on the bed. I gasped as I felt him ease his thick cock into my ass. The combination of Devon working my ass while Greg pounded my hot pussy quickly had me in a frenzy. Brent was still beside me, and I turned my head and took his cock in my mouth again. After several minutes, with Devon grabbing my tits from behind, I knew I was going to come any second, but Devon beat me to it. He pulled out of my ass and yanked his condom off, and I could hear him moaning as he came on the small of my back.