Best Lesbian Erotica 2013 (11 page)

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Two o'clock in the afternoon. I stepped out of the supermarket where I worked and into the real world; in the wet, cold, winter air; snug in my fuzzy black coat; my face hidden by my hood; my world suddenly changed. I forgot about my workday and remembered the reason I'd woken up this morning with ridiculously soaked underwear clinging to my hips and ass with warm sweat, my mind drowned by the images of a goddess.

That goddess is Belladonna. Yes, Belladonna, the porn star; Belladonna, the nastiest
chica
in the adult film industry; Belladonna, the object of my hidden desires. She's the perfect example of the type of woman I want in my life: kinky, filthy, a butt-slut, a lover of ass gapes, a devourer of cunts, the mistress of fetish, the fearless sexual daredevil. She's the kind of woman who doesn't hide her raw sexuality, one who's proud enough to share it not only with her lover, but with the world through the art of pornographic films.

In all honesty, if my girlfriend Mia was a porn star, stripper
or exotic dancer, I couldn't handle it. Part of me believes that it's not right to share or sexually expose a lover to strangers. Yet, another side craves the spontaneity, the explicit high, the rush of seeing the one I love doing what she loves best: performing sex, fucking, making love, masturbating; dicks bulging, cum flying, cunts drooling; lesbian orgies, male and female gang bangs… I could go on and on.

I love Mia, but she's not the most sexually adventurous person I've ever known. Hell, she doesn't even like the idea of anal sex, a thing that she knows is my ultimate pleasure. She doesn't understand how I can be aroused by half of the fantasies I've shared with her, some of them involving BDSM, animal training, rope bondage, veggie sex, tit fucking, pussy fisting, and just the simple act of role-playing in costumes—having sex with them on. She finds some of these humorous, the way she finds me humorous.

Mia gave me my first Belladonna DVD for my twenty-fifth birthday. She had no idea who Belladonna was but had heard about her from a friend who recommended the DVDs as a perfect gift. I popped the disc into my laptop and snuggled with Mia on our bed, my eyes glued to the screen.

First scene: a mighty fine dominatrix, reminiscent of Bettie Page, in control of a tied-up, gagged sex slave, teasing her, the naughty pet, and then fucking her with her fingers and then a medium-sized butt plug. I came in my panties, soaking wet; Mia was shocked, not too impressed, her pussy dry. Second scene: simply hot, my mouth watering, my pussy dripping; Mia not getting it, but kissing me, fondling me and licking my ear, acting like she was into it. Scene three: hella good, lots of toys and two hot gorgeous babes, fucking each other S/M style. Scene four: a trillion times better, the best! Belladonna, pregnant, with engorged breasts and round belly, gorgeous, horny, not giving
a damn that the belly was in the way of her fucking and being fucked by another girl, the sorority type, the kind I disliked, but
ooh honey
, this chick was a wet dream. Belladonna and the other girl, reacting to their call to ravage each other, pillow fighting, nipple biting, booby sucking, pussy eating, ass fucking; huge dongs plunging in their tight assholes, Belladonna choking on a monster dildo:
Oh, fuck, fuck me Belladonna
!

“Okay, I've had enough,” Mia yawned. “It's boring me now.”

The end. The best birthday present ever. If only Mia had loved it just as much.

Later in the evening when she was asleep, I watched the rest of the movie. Took out my eleven-inch rabbit vibrator that she despises because it's too fucking huge and so fucking loud. I agree, but dammit, I wanted it. Crammed the bulbous head into my dripping cunt, turned on the bead rotation, the clitoral teaser buzzing, my eyes glued to the computer screen.
Ooh, yeah, that's it
, the fifth and final scene of the movie: Belladonna stuffing humongous anal beads in this woman's asshole—all of them, no holding back. I came; I screamed for more; I got more; I came again. I was convinced: Stella loves Bella. Mia squirmed, shook her head, giggled and muttered, “You weirdo,” and went back to sleep. A wonderful finish to a steamy evening.

The next day I ordered three more Belladonna films. More nights of masturbating, fantasizing, yearning, wanting, wandering, dreaming, craving everything Belladonna performed. I realized I wanted a woman like her. It's rare to find a woman open minded enough to explore such filthy fetishes and kinks, desiring the things that I wanted in a fulfilling, daring and adventurous way. I kept telling myself that love was all I needed. But I want more than lovemaking, hand holding, kissing, missionary position, doggy style, shower sex, cuddling, and comfort in
loving arms. I want ropes, whips, paddles, cat-o'-nine-tails, leather dresses, vinyl costumes, pony bit gags, ball gags, leather hood masks, wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, anything and everything outside the vanilla spectrum.

After watching her first movie, I visited Bella's website, becoming a member of her club. I wrote her a letter and sent her pairs of panties in the mail.

One month later, and here I was, walking home with Bella on my mind. The house was empty. There was a pile of mail on the table. I sat down and sifted through the mail. Bills, bills, bills and to my delight, something from Belladonna! She had sent back my panties, beautifully pink. I smelled them—oh! The odor of her cunt! There it was, her autograph, in black ink, oh, Bella! A faded lipstick mark was printed in the center. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, Bella, my bitch, I love you!” I cried.

My cunt felt ready to erupt as I hurried upstairs to our room. I closed the door, beads of sweat on my breasts, my nipples protruding through my red dress, knees shaking, wet patch in my panties. I wanted to explode! Still no sign of Mia. Fuck. I needed to masturbate alone without her.
She won't know
, I thought. This was going to be a quickie. I grabbed my silicone butt plug and rabbit vibe, lubing them both up. This time, no Belladonna film. Just a mirror in front of me down below so I could watch as I fucked myself, and of course, my Belladonna souvenir. My asshole and cunt were ready.
Here they cum.
I squeezed the butt plug into my greedy bottom…how easy I swallowed it whole, the base pressed against my buttcheeks, my asshole clenching on it, not letting it go. I rode it, the power to punish, I loved it, watching myself, worshipping my body. My pussy was jealous; I had to give her some love too. I was eager and impatient, no little miss nice girl; I stuffed that humongous rabbit vibe deep inside, the clit teaser buzzing against my
throbbing pleasure spot. I fucked myself, in and out, hard, pounding, vibrating, earth shattering. In minutes I was gushing with cum. I watched it pour out and slide to the side of my bumcheeks. All the while, my asshole was throbbing, the butt plug a part of my insides, being pushed inside more rapidly by the force of my body. I fucked myself more and more, full speed, sniffing the panties, powerful addictive odor of Bella-cunt, the master of my universe, the mistress of my soul. I could even see her face while I was pounding myself with a vengeance. Belladonna was mine, I was hers, she fucked me, I fucked her; oh, my, that was the greatest solo fuck session of my life.

I went to the bathroom and washed my playmates with soap and water. Beads of sweat slithered down my back. My dress was soaked with my musky scent. I needed to shower. When I walked out of the bathroom, my sex toys cozy in a towel to be fully dried, I stopped in my tracks. Mia was standing by the bed, next to the pink panties still sitting where I'd left them. She glared at them for a second, picked them up, smirked and stared at me. She looked gorgeous, her dirty blonde hair long and elegant, makeup on her face, prim and proper, Victoria's Secret perfume on her skin, wearing a pink dress with frilly straps, showing off the beautiful curves of her sultry body, purse in one hand, the panties in the other.

“So you finally heard from Belladonna?”

“Yes,” I said. I blushed, my fingers shaking, I didn't know why.

“It's sweet that she actually signed it.”

She explored the panties with her eyes, trying to find something more.

“Yeah…” I giggled. “Um…I was just going to shower baby, want to join me?”

“Of course, I'm sweating like a pig.”

“I love you sweaty.” I smiled, walking toward her, putting my bundled towel of sex toys on the bed, shaking, nervous as hell, embracing her. I slid my hands up her dress and cupped her gorgeous, plump asscheeks in my hands, squeezing them gently, my lips against her lips,
mmm
, sweetness, the very thing I wanted, the thing I loved the most, the taste of her tongue, the warmth of her breath, the way she moaned, holding me by the waist, horny thing, trembling over a simple kiss.

“Let's take a bath,” she whispered. “I'll get it ready.” She went into the bathroom, and started the water running in the tub. I unbundled my towel, quietly putting my toys back in their hidden place. I realized she'd taken the panties with her. I went into the bathroom. Mia was on the toilet, the panties pushed up to her nose, smelling the odor of my Bella.

“I can tell that she sent you more than just an autograph…”

I gulped. Mia's eyes looked devious, sexy, naughty, with the
I am gonna kill you
intensity that I only imagined her letting out in my dreams.

“Oh…” I was speechless.

“Why are you just standing there? Come to me.”

Her voice was fiery, demanding control. She grabbed me by the waist, nails pressing into my skin, forcing me down on her lap, my back toward her.

“I can tell that you'd love to be Belladonna's bitch, wouldn't you…?”

She sniffed the panties, her hand grabbing my right breast, squeezing it hard enough to make my nipples instantly pop…it hurt so good. I am usually the master; now suddenly I was weak and Mia was the strong one for the first time.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, I do, I admit it…”

“You filthy whore…”

She forced the panties against my nostrils. Oh, that smell, who could resist it?

“In that letter you told her to wear them. These panties are one of your best pair, my favorite actually, and you sent it to the dirty cunt.”

“Oh, Mia…”

Her hand cupped my panties, slamming up into me like a hammer to a nail, forcefully. I let out a sharp, puppy-like yelp.

She smacked my pussy, once, twice, three times. Each slap was harder, faster and louder. She bit down on my ear gently, sucking on the lobe and then slithering her tongue deep inside. I melted into a puddle. She tapped my cunt, teasing it, making me squirm with anticipation.

“Fuck, you're so wet Stella. Did you fuck yourself like crazy when you got your panties back from that bitch?”

“Yes…”

With my mouth barely open, she put the panties before my eyes, stretched them out with both her hands and forced them into my mouth. She pulled the sides down hard so that my underwear became a pony-bit gag, perfumed with the scent of Bella-cunt. My moan was loud and helpless.

“Nobody wears my girlfriend's panties but me!” Mia hissed.

She pulled at the ends of the panties as if they were reins and I was the pony. This was unbelievable and beautifully shocking. Was Mia truly jealous? Jealousy made her sexy. I groaned when she pulled the panties harder and tied a knot at the back of my head. The smell, Bella's lipstick mark, and her autograph were crammed into my mouth. My lips trembled. Mia pushed two fingers into my pussy, smooth and easily, pushing the fabric of the panties I was wearing into me as well.

“Do you like that, my little bitch?”

She had her other hand around my neck, choking me for
a second, then letting me go. I breathed loudly and heavily in pleasure; I liked that. She applied pressure again for five seconds then let me go. The sensation was intense.

“M-m-mia…fuck…I love you like this…”

“I can't hear you…you sound like a baby with those panties in your mouth!”

She forced the panties I was wearing into my cum-filled pussy. I screamed.

“Want more?”

With barely a nod, she thrust her fingers up deeper, the fabric of my panties burning my cunt with an intense explosion. I came all over Mia's fingers. She licked my ears, making me weak at the knees. I was trembling and melting. She pulled off my panties, and then slowly crunched bit after bit of my panties inside of my pussy. It hurt like a bitch, the shock and pleasure indescribable. She crammed them all in, letting my panties soak inside my cunt.

“You are so fucking filthy,” she growled. “Get in the fucking bath with that dress on.” She ripped the panty-gag out of my mouth.

“Are you serious?”

“Do as I say!”

“Yes, Mistress!”

I couldn't believe that I was calling Mia “Mistress.” For the first time in our relationship, she was the bitch in charge. I got up slowly, heart pounding, drunk with love, high with sex, pussy panty-stuffed, because of Mia. I turned off the faucet, the tub now full, and stepped in. The water was hot as hell, but oh, how good it was to feel my dress clinging to my skin, the panties in my cunt meshing with my own pussy water, another pleasure that I had never thought of.

“How does it feel?” Mia smirked.

“I never thought I'd ever have panties up my pussy, you bitch.”

“It's what you've been waiting for, right? You deserve it.”

I was going to reply when Mia bent over and took a Japanese bondage rope out of her purse. Her entire presence had changed; she had stepped into my universe.

She put her feet in the bathtub, fully clothed as well. She grabbed me by the wrists, pulling them behind me, tying them with the rope, nice and tight. How the fuck did she learn such a trick? To my surprise, she lifted my legs up in the air, pressed my ankles to my wrists and tied them together.