Domination, oral, anal, F/FF
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
Copyright 2016 Jan, All rights reserved
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Tara
By Jan
I consider my early life pretty normal. In my teens I dated a few boys and experimented sexually with girlfriends. I married young and gave birth to my daughter. I remained pretty faithful to my husband during our 18 years of marriage. I had remained in the marriage for as long as I did for the sake of my daughter. During the last few years of our marriage I did have several relationships with other women.
I have been divorced for three years now, and have only been with one man since the divorce, and that was two years ago. I have pretty much sworn off men. I consider them all to be pretty much bastards like my ex.
I set about remaking my life after the marriage by finding a job in a down town insurance office. My daughter is going to college and still lives with me. She knows that I have no use for men and have had a few relationships with my women friends. I even suspect that my daughter has had some bisexual relationships herself.
I don't have any significant other in my life right now. I just have a few close friends, only one of which was sexual a couple of times.
A time or two my friends and I frequented gay bars after work for fun. But two months ago I frequented one by myself. I'm not even sure why I chose to go to a bar on my own, but it had been a hard day at work. I felt puckish and just felt like getting away from everything someplace I wouldn't run into anyone from work.
I found myself in a cocktail lounge that was a well-known lesbian establishment. I didn't even bother going home to change clothes. I went straight from work. I was wearing black pinstriped slacks, black pumps, white blouse with a gray scarf tucked into the blouse. For some reason I left matching jacket in my car.
The cocktail lounge was like most; it was dark and smelled of stale cigarette smoke and spilt booze. I found a stool at the end of the bar to park on. After three Mojitos (A cocktail made of a blend of lime, mint, fine sugar and rum.) and no dinner I was feeling no pain. Before I knew it a woman sat sown on the stool next to me and stared at me.
I said, "Excuse me, ca I help you?" or something like that.
The next thing I knew she said, "Let's dance!"
I wasn't in the mood to dance, but she insisted and pulled me off the stool and onto the small dance floor. She was an aggressive dancer. She pulled me tightly against her body and grabbed my butt with both hands. I could feel every curve of her body as we moved. It disturbed me because it was turning me on.
At the end of the music she dragged me to a secluded table and sat me in a chair next to hers. A few more drinks and she was fondling me all over. That was a little too much for me, so I tried to leave. She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back, and she grabbed my nipple and twisted it, saying, "You can't leave!"
She demanded that I take off my shoes and place them on the table. She motioned for the waitress to come over and said something to her, and she returned with a pair of scissors. The woman pulled my chair around facing hers, and proceeded to cut my slacks off at the knees. She turned my expensive slacks into shorts.
I was stunned but too drunk to object.
She also cut off a couple of buttons on the front of my blouse, and dragged me back into the dance floor. I'm not sure why I let her do these things to me, but I had way too much to drink or possibly been drugged. I was excited by it all, and could tell my crotch was wet.
On the dance floor I can remember being groped and touched all over by more than just her hands. Other women must have been feeling me up. I heard women were cheering them on. I don't remember much more about what went on. I must have been drugged.
Somehow I wound up at the apartment of the woman. She was shaking me and telling me to get up. She threw shoes and what was left of my blouse at me, and kept yelling.
I was in a daze and could barely stand. I begged for my bra and panties. She just kept demanding that I hurry up. My head was throbbing and I was stumbling around as I struggled to put the remains of my clothes on. I finally found myself in only the remands of my slacks, blouse and a pair of red 'Kids' canvas tennis shoes.
She drove me back to the parking lot of the bar where I picked up my car. Before she drove off she said, "I want to see you again next Thursday night, same time, be there Bitch!"
At least my jacket was in tack I would be able to walk from my car through the lobby of my own apartment without looking too disheveled. Walking in the door of my apartment my daughter was shocked to see me and her mouth dropped open. I couldn't get into my own bedroom fast enough. I fell across my bed and passed out.
I woke up later with my head finally was clearing up. When I removed the remains of my clothes I found that my breasts had red marks all over them and my nipples were very tender. My rear end hurt and somehow all of my pubic hair was gone. I was at a loss as to what had happened the night before.
When I came out my daughter was full of questions and there was very little I tell her about what had transpired.
The following week I struggled with my feelings about what had transpired. I knew I had been drugged and raped, but it excited me when I touched my bald pussy. I was too afraid to go back to the bar the next Thursday, but the prospect consumes me.
I was embarrassed at home facing my daughter. She kept asking me what had happened to me. One night after dinner I finally told her what happened.
My daughter continued to question me for all of the details. She wanted to know why I had gone to a lesbian bar in the first place. She tried to get me to tell exactly what the woman had done to me.
I couldn't tell her what the woman did to me because I couldn't remember any of it. At her instance I showed her my abused body. My tits were no longer red, but they were covered with black and blue bruises. It was painful when my daughter touched them, but my nipples got hard.
She insisted on seeing my butt and pussy. When I dropped my panties and showed her my butt it was also stripped with black and blue bruises. She placed her hands on my ass and her hands held in the heat, causing me more pain. She spread my cheeks and told me that the dyke must have fucked me with a big dildo, because my asshole was still inflamed. I turned around to prevent her from touching my aching asshole.
When she got a god look at my pussy, she couldn't resist touching my vulva. Whatever that women did, there not a single hair showing. My pussy was as smooth as a baby's butt. When she started running her hand lightly over my flesh it turned me on, and I actually started leaking pussy lubricant.
Before I was aware of what was happening she was sticking a couple of fingers up my cunt. I was too excited to stop her or admonish her for molesting me. I couldn't stand any longer and sat down on my chair. She continued masturbating me, and added more fingers until she actually had her fist all the way into my cunt. I was panting hard as she jilled me until I had an orgasm.
I was overwhelmed with feelings. My daughter kissed me on the mouth, and I simply closed my eyes and opened my mouth. She probed my mouth with her tongue for a long time. There was no room for remorse or shame. I returned her kiss and started feeling her up.
We shed her clothes and I had her sit on my lap while I felt her firm breasts and sucked on them. She was crooning her pleasure and stroking my hair. I started stroking her hairy pussy. I had to taste her pussy, so I sat her naked butt on the arm of my chair and managed to contort my body until I could get my face in her crotch. I sucked her pussy and clit until she was screaming that she was cumming.
I have no need to frequent lesbian bars anymore. My daughter has become my lover, and she is the dominate one. She spanks me when don't do as she says.
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