Best of the Best Lesbian Erotica (14 page)

And when she starts in like that, trying to get that sharp thing away from her tender spots, I'm gonna put one hand around her throat, gonna use the other one to put my knife between her teeth and tell her to hold it there. Tell her she's got an awfully pretty face and she ought to be careful. Gonna lift that girl up and pin her against my hips. She's small enough for it. Gonna push up against her so she knows what I got in my pants. Gonna make sure she knows how hard I am for her,
gonna tell her my balls are hurting and she's damn well gonna do something about it.

Get her up against a wall like that, I'm gonna have her cute little ass sitting in my hands. That skirt, and the way she's been walking around in it was supposed to make someone like me wanna fuck that ass. And I do. But first I'm gonna work it. Gonna fill my hands up with her asscheeks and work it, while I grind into her, dry humping, biting at her tits. I'm gonna suck those tits like candy, like I'm the hungriest man alive. Pull some of that soft skin in between my teeth and leave her a mark or two to remember me by.

I ain't gonna stop till I feel her go limp, till I can tell that she's gonna need my help standing up. Play with her clit long enough till it feels like it's gonna burst, with her ass till it's making those little kissing moves. I ain't gonna stop till it's the last thing she wants me to do.

Then I'll let that girl fall. Hard. Let her fall to her knees and take a good look at the front of my jeans. Maybe she'll still be trying to be cool, then, but it won't be that way much longer. Gonna take my belt off and tie her hands together, behind her back. Gonna make her undo my button fly with her teeth. Bet she knows, how, too, a girl like that. Gonna make it hard for her, pushing up against her face till her back hits the wall again, till she has to keep her balance by leaning against my cock.

Then I'll take it out for her. Let her see what she's been toying with. Maybe slap her on the face a few times. With my cock. Tell her all about how that's her new best friend and how she damn well better make him happy. How being teased makes him kind of cranky. Run my thumb along her lips, pushing up under them and along her teeth. Nice teeth. Hate to see anything bad happen to them.

Wanna see her lipstick get smeared all along my cock, wanna see her lips get wide and full. Bet she gives damn fine
head, a girl like that. Bet she never had anyone fuck her mouth till she gagged. Bet for all her selling herself as some new Linda Lovelace, she never woke up with the back of her throat sore.

Gonna let her suck me off till I'm almost there, till I'm where, if I were a real boy, I'd be coming in her face. Kind of wish I could, too. Wish I could see it running down her chin just so I could wipe it away and tell her how good she is, doing a good cop-bad cop mind fuck on her. Girl like that, you got to work at keeping her off balance, got to pull a trick or two on her to make her realize she ain't seen everything, yet.

Then I'm gonna put my knife right up under the softest part of her jaw and tell her she better stop. Pull my cock out slow and rub it all over her face, make it all shiny and slick. Tell her how pretty she is.

Gonna pull her up by her hands and spin her around. Take the belt off her and wrap it around my fist. Slap the end up against her pussy and make her lick it clean. Then I'm gonna wrap it around her neck, just tight enough to make her think. Gonna twist my hand away, making it hard for her to breathe, and tell her to bend over, tell her to reach down and spread that ass for me. Gonna tell her she better hope she got it good and wet, 'cuz I'm ready for a ride. Make her brace her hands against the wall and step in, wrapping my hands around her stomach, pulling her up against me. Gonna go so deep, she feels my jeans against her ass.

Yeah, girl like that makes me want to fuck her down and dirty, slow and deep and long enough to make my brain take a vacation. Want to fuck her till all I see is red, all I hear is my cock pumping in and out of her. I want to take her breath away from her and just long enough to make her struggle, feeling how she moves on me, then let her go, fucking her in time with the way she's gonna be gasping for air.

And I'm gonna save the best for last. Gonna save that sweet little asshole till I feel her pussy clamping down on me, till I
feel her thigh muscles start to shake. Gonna wait till I know she's almost there. That's when I'll step back a little, pull her away from the wall, push her head down so she's bent over with her ass up in the air. That's when I'm gonna take her, for real, because there ain't nothing like feeling all of a big old cock working its way in to make a girl give it up. And that's what I'm gonna do, gonna make that girl give it all up to me, like she ain't never done before. Gonna stand there with my boots on and slide my cock into her sweet ass and out again till I know she's feeling every goddamn inch of it. Ain't gonna give it to her proper till she begs.

And I guaren-damn-tee she will. Because I'm gonna be that girl's back door man. Gonna fuck that sweet ass of hers until we both get to grunting and hollering and doing it nasty like she ain't never had it before. Till she don't know up from down from sideways and I got her heartbeat right there in the palm of my hand. 'Cuz a girl like that brings out the best in me.

 

 

 

 

 

I like the way the light catches the edge of a sharp, serrated blade out of the corner of my eye. I like the way it sparkles like a diamond or something a girl is supposed to like. I like to watch it come closer, unable to move for fear of where it will land. I like putting my faith in your hands. I like being out of control and teased with the possibility of disaster. I like that.

I like being backed into a corner and seeing the look in the eye of my lover. The look of a starved beast. The look of desire and passion and wanting and anger. The look that only I can bring to your eyes. The one that says, “you're in for it tonight.”

I like it when you get to your knees and run first your fingers, then the tip of your knife up and down the inside of my thigh. I like the way the sharp tip of the blade digs into the soft flesh around where my legs meet my ass. My eyes roll back as I feel the full length of the blade against me inching its way toward that place that knives should never go. That soft vulnerable place that my mother and your mother told us never to touch.

I especially like it when that shiny blade cut a small hole right through the nylon. Just large enough so that I could feel the air, but not so large that I could feel you. Just the little tip of your little finger trying to inch its way toward me being blocked by a layer of synthetic material. But you push your way in, don't you? You push your way past the nylon and into me. You're not surprised there's nothing under there. You know I never wear panties under my nylons.

One little finger sweeps past my clit. Not too much on me, but just enough to make me purr. “Yeah,” you hear me say, and that is when you change your tune. You stop being so genteel and so kind. That's when you get to the part that I really want. That is when you give me what I like so much about you.

“Yeah?” you respond, and you hook that little innocent finger into the hole you made, and you pull. You pull down on that nylon between my legs, and we both feel it come away. The tearing sounds unlike cotton or any natural fiber. It tears hard, and the sound isn't sexy, just raw.

You push me back, don't you? From your position on your knees on the floor, you push me back into the counter. You watch me stumble on my heels and recompose myself before you can take full control. You watch me flounder, and a smile like the devil's comes over you. That's what you like, isn't it?

And slowly you stand. One foot, then the other, rising to your full height, puffing yourself up, trying to impress. Don't you know I'm already impressed? But you don't really care about that do you? You do have a supreme ego, and you use it as a shield to cover what we both know you are to me. Don't you?

My hands lay flat on the countertop behind me as I thrust my hips and my chest out just enough to catch your attention. You look me up and down. Like you've never seen me like this before. But you have, haven't you? Often enough to know
exactly what I'm looking to you for and often enough to want to give it to me over and over again.

You, all arrogant, take a step closer. Just one. Just enough to let me know in which direction you're heading. I think for a moment to smile, but I know what response that would elicit, so I don't. I keep my thoughts in my head and keep silent and stone. You can't read me. You think you can sometimes, but you can't. I don't let you. Even after all this time. I won't let you into that place that you so much want to see. I won't go there, but you, in all your splendor and glory, you try as you might to get there. With your hands, with your face, with the shiny steel between your fingers.

One more step and you hover right in front of me. You know I like it when you tease me with your body, your mouth. You know I like that. Standing just inches from me but not extending a hand to touch me. Just a gaze. Almost a glare. And I close my eyes awaiting your arrival on my mouth, but you leave me there. Leave me waiting for you the way you know I like. The way you know that makes me crazy.

“Stay,” you say as you turn and walk out of the room. “Don't move.” I am left alone in silence and impending darkness. The light from the window is starting to fade, and it casts an eerie sort of a shadow on the vinyl flooring. You know I'll wait. You know I will do anything to elicit from you what I want. But you also know I don't have to.

You return shortly. But nothing seems to have changed. Not the look in your eye. Not the lump in your jeans. Not the steel in your hand. You left and returned the same. Only I have changed. In my mind I have been playing out the next hour or two or three, and all that has changed is my pussy. My cunt, my snatch that was barely wet moments ago, is now throbbing with the need for you.

“Come,” you say. And I do. “Turn around,” you say. And I do.“Bend over,”you say.And I do.I bend at the waist and
hold myself as steady as I can on my heels. With no support. You still have not laid a hand on me. There are no walls to hold me up, only my tired legs and my distorted sense of balance.

With my back to you I hear the click of your knife, the snap as it straightens into place, and my stomach jumps. Jumps from where it can be found on a daily basis to that place just below my heart where it goes when I'm inching toward ecstasy.

You're back on your knees behind me. I like it when you get on your knees for me. I never know what you're going to do when you're there. The nylon, still mostly whole, covers my legs. It is stubborn and does not want to be removed. You, blade in hand, press the sharp edge against my ass and run it down the back of my leg, tracing down the nylon as though you were tracing a seam. First one leg. Then the other. They snag, but they are stubborn, like me, and do not come off.

You take that steel blade that has not served you well this time, snap it closed, and thrust it into your pocket so that it can't disappoint you any longer. You reach up to the hole you made all that time ago between my legs, and you spread it even wider. First one hand, then two tearing through what covers me. It does not come off entirely, but you have what you want. The smell of sex hits us both like a semi; its ripe dampness like a blessing. It knocks you off your knees, balanced so precariously behind me. You weren't expecting something so pungent. You hadn't accounted for the way a pussy smells after it's been in nylon all day.

Your hand touches me ever so softly, brushes past the soft, well-trimmed hairs of my lips, and creates a whirl of sensation within me. I can't see you or what you are doing, but I can sense that your head is close to my ass, and I know what's coming next. Your tongue comes out and licks at the underside of my ass, just moistening me up enough to feel the chill in the winter air. I think to mention the potential result of cold air
on my ass but am quickly distracted by your tongue, mouth, and teeth all playing softly with my ass, inner thighs, and clit. Your gentle nature does not last long, and soon the softness of your mouth on me turns to hard biting and nipping. I wince with the pleasure at the pain, my knees lock, and my thighs tighten. “Relax,” you say. I don't. “I said
relax
,” you say, “or I'll stop.” I let myself go, just one small bit, but find that my balance is even more difficult to maintain now that my head is swooning with my scent and the feeling of your teeth.

You stand slowly, and as you do, drag your mouth up over my back biting lightly all along your path. When you get to your full height, I can feel your warm breath on the back of my neck. I can smell your cologne and the whisky and cigarettes on your breath. The smell that is only you. That stirs something inside me and has since the day I first saw you strutting your stuff in that dingy girl bar. You reach over my shoulder and take my face in your hand. You pull my cheek toward you and plant a kiss on it. A soft kiss made rough by your chapped lips. “You are such a pretty thing,” you say “such a pretty thing.”

You spin me around and for one brief moment look me in the eye and grin. Then your hand flies. A snap, and all I can feel is the imprint of your hand on my cheek. “Get on your knees, girl,” you say, and I do. It doesn't take long before your hands move to unfasten the heavy silver buckle which closes your thick, black leather belt. You pull it from around your waist, grab it with both hands, and stretch it across the back of my neck. With one hand in the middle of my neck over the leather, you hold my head down; with the other you unbutton your faded jeans, reach inside, and pull out your cock. Your cock, always hard, hangs directly in front of my face, but you forbid me to touch it. You forbid me to take it in my mouth and suck. You make me wait. With your hand still on the back of my neck, and my face angled down, you make me wait.