A Lesbian Love Story of Sorts

“Can you imagine, our principal wearing a strap-on…what a hoot,” I exclaimed still laughing hard.

We got in the car and headed back home relatively in silence.

As I dropped Gwen off I said, “Tell me how it works, I may have to get one of those myself.”

Gwen sighed slightly as she said, “I doubt I will try it tonight.”

I said, with just a bit of a dominant tone, “Oh you are using it tonight. I want details. I didn’t spend all that money for your new pleasure toy to sit in your nightstand.”

“Um,” she hesitated.

“No ums Gwen,” I said confidently, “Promise me you will use it tonight.”

“Fine,” she said, giving in like I thought she would, “I’ll use it on myself.”

“Good,” I said, “I want to know if I should get myself one, now that I have a fifty percent discount.”

Gwen shook her head, “How do you always get so lucky?”

I smiled, “You can get lucky like that too Gwen, you just have to know how to talk the talk, flirt the flirt and flaunt the flaunt.”

Gwen began to get out of the car as I finished, “Tomorrow night, I am picking you up and we are going to Le Chateau Club.”

Gwen looked startled as she said, “The lesbian club?”

“Yep,” I said matter-of-factly.

“I can’t go there,” she began.

“I have gone with you on double dates with complete losers; the least you can do is go with me once to my favourite club.”

“Fine,” she said, which meant it wasn’t fine, but she would do it.

“What should I wear?”

“That red dress you wore at the Christmas party would work,” I answered as I blew her a kiss and got out of there before she had a chance to change her mind.

CHAPTER 4: AN INTERLUDE-SOME QUICK MILF DOMINATION

I got home and although I was slightly tired, my hormones controlled me. I grabbed the card of the sexy milf saleslady Audrey and texted her.

January 31 7:03PM
From: Julia
Hi Audrey,
What time do you get off?

January 31 7:05PM
From: Audrey
9:30 give or take.

January 31 7:09PM
From: Julia
I expect you to be at my condo at 10:00.

January 31 7:11PM
From: Audrey
My husband expects me home.

January 31 7:19PM
From: Julia
This is a one time offer. If you are not interested I understand. If you are interested, I expect you here at exactly 10PM.

January 31 7:23PM
From: Audrey
I will be there. What is your address?

January 31 7:27PM
From: Julia
Good choice. I look forward to fucking you. Call me when you are leaving.

January 31 7:31PM
From: Audrey
OK.

I then went and took a nap. I was woken up at 9:27 as the phone rang. I grabbed it and answered, “Hello.”

The British MILF Audrey was on the line. She said she was done a bit early. I gave her my address and she said she should be about 20 minutes.

I changed into something a little more domineering. Black stockings and a garter, 5 inch fuck me heels, a black thong, and a lace bra. All this deliciousness was wrapped inside my silk red robe.

Audrey arrived early and I let her in. She was in the same outfit she wore at work, but she brought a bag in with her.

She handed me the bag and said “A couple special gifts for you sweetheart.”

I opened the bag and saw a we-vibe and the blue feeldoe slim dildo that I didn’t get because it was so expensive. “Why thank you Audrey, that is very nice of you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, shyly.

“So what did you tell your husband?”

“I told him that our inventory was not adding up and I may be an hour or two late and not to wait up for me.”

“I see. So are you ready to get fucked?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Get undressed,” I demanded. She slowly slid out of her skirt, tights, blouse and bra. “When was the last time you were with a woman?”

“In College, that would have been 1982.”

“Your room mate?” I queried.

“No, my boyfriend’s sister,” she responded.

“Nice,” I said, “Very nice. Come undress me,” I commanded as I dropped my robe to the floor.

Her mouth dropped open a bit as she looked at my near perfect body. She walked over and took off my heels and my skirt. She then slowly pulled down my thong. I grabbed the bag and led her to the bedroom and laid down on my bed. I simply said, “Let’s see if you remember how to please a woman?”

She crawled onto the bed and between my legs. I opened a little wider as she began licking on my pussy lips. She was so tender and focused. She licked, nibbled, and teased. This luxuriously slow paced pleasing went on for minutes. When she had me near the brink she slid a finger inside my eager hole. A couple minutes of slow fingering and concentrated licking and my legs stiffened, squeezing her head between them as an orgasm quaked my whole body. I collapsed on the bed, sweat pouring from my body.

I then went to the bag and grabbed the feeldoe toy. I placed the one piece inside my still very wet pussy and pushed her onto the bed. I said, “That was very good Audrey. You will make a good little pussy pleaser when I need to get off.”

She looked at me, but said nothing other than giving a slight smile. I went between the older woman’s legs and lapped at her soaking wet cunt. After a couple minutes of licking her moaning began.

I then moved up and kissed her hard as my plastic cock slid easily inside her.

Any restraint or shyness she had earlier faded as, without instruction, she started gyrating on my cock. Also, I learned surprisingly, she had a foul mouth. “Oh yes, fuck me hard, pound my cunt, harder, please don’t stop.”

“You like that slut, being fucked by someone half your age?”

“Yes, yes, I love it, fuck it feels so fucking good.”

I kept pumping and her first orgasm scream filled the room as she moaned, “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, keep fucking me.”

After her orgasm, I said, “Get on your knees.”

I reached for some lube and lubed my cock. I asked, “Ever had a cock in your ass my little MILF?”

She moaned, as the toy teased her anal crown, “Yes, my husband regularly fucks my arse.”

“Arse,” I said with a chuckle, “I love that, it sounds so much dirtier than ass. How big is your hubby?”

“Five inches or so,” she answered.

“How disappointing, think you can handle this?”

“I’m your whore tonight. Do with me as you please,” she said.

I grabbed her hips and started pushing the toy into her ass. Her moans began instantly and she started pushing back onto the cock. Soon almost the whole cock was buried in her ass and she got really animated, “Oh yes, fuck my arse, hammer me. Make me your whore. Harder. Put it all the way in.” I obliged shoving the last inch inside her MILF ass. She screamed again, her left hand rubbing her clit, “Oh my God, yes, yes, fuck it feels so good, don’t stop.”

I kept pumping her arse, faster and faster, as she shook with a second orgasm. As she collapsed on the bed, I leaned forward and collapsed on top of her, the toy still completely inside her ass. I kissed her back, keeping full pressure on her ass. Then, without warning, I began thrusting again, the toy inside me keeping me near orgasm, but not getting me off.

“Oh my God,” Audrey screamed as another orgasm overwhelmed her, “It feels so good, I have never been fucked so completely. Yes, yes, fuckkkkkk.”

I then pulled out, pulled the toy out of me and said, “Grab a strap-on and fuck me now.”

She expertly put on my brand new never used eight inch cock and said, “Put the we-vibe in you first.”

I did and was surprised at the gentle, yet teasingly, hot tremors that began to pulse through my body.

She then said, “Straddle me sweetheart.”

I did just that and quickly the long cock disappeared inside my tight body. I bounced up and down on the long cock as the we-vibe vibrated on my clit and g-spot. I orgasmed way quicker than I usually did as I moaned, “Fuck yes, I’m cumming.” The vibrating sensation kept me horny and I continued to bounce on the cock. I was close again when my knee went numb. I laid on my back and said, “Fuck me MILF.”

She leaned in and began kissing me hard as the long cock began fucking me. She pounded me hard, leaning forward so the cock continually put pressure on the we-vibe and my clit. A third and fourth orgasm thrilled my body as I was pleased better than I ever had before.

Exhausted, I lay there and said, “You are a very good MILF lesbian.”

She smiled, moved on her side facing me, and said, “Thank you.”

“I plan to fuck you again,” I said casually, looking her directly in the eye.

“I hope so,” she purred.

“I plan to fuck you in the same bed your husband does,” I exclaimed upping the stakes.

“I see,” she said, “You like power don’t you?”

I shrugged, “Not always. I am tri-polar sex wise.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well,” I began, “One the one hand I love to dominate a woman, particularly someone like you or someone who thinks they are dominant; on the other hand, I sometimes like to just be dominated; yet, other times, I want a long, slow, love session.”

“Well I would be tri-polar sex wise too then. I love to be dominated by my husband; I love to be made love to by my husband; it really just depends on my mood; and apparently, I love to be fucked by you.”

I kissed her gently and then said, “I have never came like that before. That we-vibe is fucking amazing.”

She smiled, “I know, we sell a ton of them.”

I kissed her and then said, “You know your British accent fucking turns me on.”

“Your fucking body turns me on,” she replied.

I looked at the clock, it was 11:15. “Shouldn’t you be getting home?”

“Do you want to get rid of me already?”

“Well your husband must be wondering where you are.”

“He might be,” she said, “But I need one more taste before I go.”

I smiled and we got into a comfortable 69 and lapped at each other’s pussies for another half hour until we both had one more gentle orgasm.

As she dressed I said, “You will be on call for when I need a quick fuck?”

She smiled and said, “You got my number, but my fucks are never quick.”

I chuckled, “I guess you proved that tonight didn’t you.” I kissed her one last time and she left.

After she left, I had a quick shower and decided to get a good sleep as tomorrow was going to be a real fun and full day.

CHAPTER 5: LE CHATEAU CLUB (A Lesbian Bar)

I slept in past lunch, before slowly getting up for the day. I read the newspaper, called my mom, and finished the new Steve Martin novel “An Object of Beauty”, which by the way is a riveting novel about the art world in America in the 1990s.

Around three, I called Gwen. “Hi Darling,” I cheerfully opened with.

“Hi,” she responded, reluctance lingering in her tone.

“So, do you want to go out for supper and an early movie before heading to the club?”

“Sure,” she said, after a slight pause, “Do we really have to go to Le Chateau though?”

“Yes,” I said adamantly, “You have never been there and I think you should see and learn a bit of my lifestyle. I am a lesbian now and I don’t see that changing.”

“Sorry,” she immediately said, “I didn’t realize it was so important to you. Of course, we will go. But, I get to pick the movie.”

“Fine,” I said, feigning disappointment, “I was so hoping we would go and see Harry Potter part whatever it is.”

“Funny,’ she laughed and said, “I was thinking that action movie with Angelina Jolie.”

“OK, she’s hot, I’d do her,” I said continually pushing the envelope just a tad.

“She is hot, I might too,” she surprised me back.

I laughed and said, “I’ll pick you up at five.”

I then went and decided what to wear for tonight. It took forever as I wanted to look powerful, seductive and sexy. I finally decided on the stockings I had bought at the shop from Emma, a black dress that was sexy but classy, stopping just below the knee, but sexy enough to showcase my all my curves; matching black leather boots with a flashy three inch heel that went just below the knee. The dress, backless, did not allow for a bra, but I did have on a black thong.

I grabbed both the little eggs and a small vibe and dropped it in my purse, just in case. I did my make-up, and checked myself in the mirror; I looked pretty darn hot and headed over to pick up Gwen.

I arrived early and knocked on her door. Scruffy, her adorable little shitzu, yapped at the door until Gwen opened it. She clearly did not want to look underdressed, as instead of the conservative, slightly sexy red dress I had suggested, she had on an amazing gold dress, a gown really, with matching four inch heels and beige pantyhose or stockings. Her hair was up and she had never looked this delicious. It really took all my will power not to just rape her right then. Instead I decided to flirt with her, “Wow, you look good enough to eat?”

“Julia,” she said all giddy, she had been drinking already I concluded.

“No seriously,” I said, “If you were not getting married in a couple months, I would be all over you.”

She blushed and I waited for what seemed like an eternity for her to respond, when she didn’t, I finished, “But you are, so I guess I will have to devourer someone else tonight.” I looked at my watch and declared, “We should get going, we don’t want to be late at McGiny’s or they just give away your table.”

We headed out and as I drove I noticed that her nails were done, something she seldomly did. The rose red shined in contrast to the gold. “I see you did your nails gorgeous, what is the occasion?”

She looked at me and said with a surprisingly confident tone, “I figured if I was going to an upscale club, regardless of its clientele, I had to look upscale.” She paused before blurting out “Plus, I want to know if I am lesbian hot.”

“Lesbian hot?” I asked stunned.

“Yes,” I know I am relatively attractive for the boys, but I have no idea if I can make a woman all excited.”

“Are you going dyke on me?” I asked.

“Oh no,” she said, “I would never cheat on Rob, but flirting is still fair game.”

I purred, “And don’t you worry, you are definitely lesbian hot.”

She blushed as we arrived at the five star restaurant and I said, “Indeed, flirting is allowed, but be careful; some of the women at this club are very aggressive.”

As we got out of the car she said, “Oh, I can take care of myself.”

I smiled to myself, thinking seducing her may be easier than I thought, but said, “Oh I know you can,’ but thinking that I was not so sure she could.

We went in to the restaurant and had a great meal as we talked about the wedding, which of course I hoped never would occur, but I played along like a maid of honour should. I asked questions, we discussed who to invite, blah, blah, blah. The whole time I just kept thinking how badly I wanted to make love to her; to declare my love for her.

As we ate I said, finally changing the depressing topic, “So you know the waiter has been checking you out all night.”