Date: Wed, 23 Sep 2015 00:45:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Story of Domination (Lesbian/Authoritarian, anal, and dom, F/F, F/FFF)

Warning:

Authoritarian, anal, and dom, F/F, F/FFF

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
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             A Story of Domination
                      By
                     Jan

	I was leaving work at the office when I heard,
"Darla wait up!"  When I turned to see who was calling
out my name, it was my boss Clara.  We worked for
Capital Records Club in the accounting office on
Sunset Boulevard.  I had been working there for a
little more than a year.  Clara caught up with me
before I made my way out of the front door.

	She asked me to join her for a drink.  I couldn't
refuse her offer, besides I was just going to go
home, and hand wash some delicate things.  I had
moved from the Young Women's Christian Association
(YWCA) to a little old duplex in the Silver Lake area.
The rent was exorbitant, so I had very little extra
spending money.  Getting the chance to interact with
someone, as appose to spending the evening watching
the boob-tube until bed time would be a pleasure.
Her invitation to have a drink was a welcome
diversion.

	I was would have to spend money to use the
local bus anyway.  Clara escorted me back to the
elevators and down to the second level basement to
her car.  She even opened the door for me.  It was
just short drive to the cocktail lounge and she parked
in the lot behind the row of attached buildings.  We
entered through the back door, and had to walk past
the manager's office and the smell of disinfectant
emitted from the door to the ladies room.  There was
a long bar made of a dark wood with stools in front of
it.  To the left was a raised platform for a grand
piano there was a small dance floor and booths
against the wall.  The place smelled of spilt booze and
perfume.  It was rather dark in the place, so it took
me a moment for my eyes to adjust, before I realized
that all of the patrons were women.  It was only 5:30
pm, so there were only a few ladies in the place.
There were a couple of old women sitting at the bar,
and just one booth had a couple of women sitting
together.

	Carla directed me to a booth after ordering two
whisky sours, and carrying them with us to the booth.
I had hardly even noticed how much she had
manipulated me over the months that I worked for
her.  When we went to lunch together she would
manipulate me into ordering whatever she suggested.
I had no idea that she was testing my resistance and
establishing herself as my dominate mother figure to
me even though she was only few years older than me.

      While we were sipping our drinks she placed her
hand on top of my free hand and told me how much
she felt responsible me.

      She told me that when she first came to
California she had experienced the same things I was
going through.  She had gotten a minimum paying job,
and was barely able to pay my rent and feed myself.
I was fortunate enough to meet a lady that offered
me an opportunity to go to work for her.  I eventually
learned enough that a head hunter from Capital
Records offed me a lucrative off to become the
supervisor of the accounting section.  I hired you
because you reminded me of myself when I got here.

      She told me that she had some bad experiences
when she got here.  She had dated a man that took
advantage of her and raped her.  She had also met a
couple of other young women that befriended her and
took advantage of her sexually.  I was almost ready
to commit suicide when I met that older woman that
took me under her wing and mothered me.  I grew to
love her, so much that I was happy to bestow all of
the sexual favors those other girls forced me to do.

      I'm telling you this because I would like to help
you avoid the same things that happened to me.  I
suspect that you are as naive as I was.  I even
suspect that you have never had sex with a female
before.

      I had to admit that I had never contemplated
such a thing, because my family taught me that
anything that took place outside of the marriage
between a man and a woman was the rout to
damnation.  I did hear stories about some girls at
school, and I did wonder what it was all about.

      Carol told me, "The only thing unnatural is sex
without love.  I would never do anything to hurt you.
All I would ever do is to do everything in my power to
please you!"

       I felt the sincerity in her proclamation.  When
she rested her hand on top of mine I felt the warmth
of her hand.  I couldn't help looking at the other
patrons with a little embarrassment.  The bartender
was busy slicing lemons and lines.  She was not paying
any attention to us at all.  The two older women
sitting at the bar talking to each other.  They were
even holding hands.  At one point the one with silver
haired lady leaned over and kissed the other woman o
the mouth.  When I turned my eyes towards the
booth where the couple was sitting, I witnessed the
older woman sitting hip to hip of a girl no older than
me place her hand in the lap of the girl and stroke
her pussy.  It was all very strangely erotic to me.  It
was as if there was something compelling about the
way these women were acting.

      Carol saw that I was uncomfortable, and
suggested why don't we go someplace for diner?"

      I was relieved at the suggestion, and we made our
way out the back door.  She took me to a small
restaurant where we had a nice meal.  During the
meal we discussed ourselves.  She was particularly
interested in my story.  I had left home with very
little clothes, and had to live in the Young Woman's
Christian Association (YWCA).  I couldn't afford to
move out for several weeks after I got the job with
Capital until I saved up enough money to pay the first
and last month's rent and get the utilities turned on.
I barely make enough to pay the rent, utilities, and
eat, so I don't have enough extra money for extras.

      Carol expressed concern about my lot, she even
noticed that all of my nylons had runs in them.  She
told me that when she first got to California she
struggled to make ends meet too.  She told me that
she did a lot of shopping at a thrift store on Sunset.
She suggested that she take me there after we ate.

      She drove me to the store and we had fun looking
that the clothes.  Some of the items were trash, but
there was a lot of nice thing to select from.  She
helped me pick out a half dozen dressed that would
be appropriate for work.  She even went into the
changing room with me to help try them on.  She was
very complimentary about my figure.  She told me
that when she was my age she had been a 36-B too,
and didn't need a bra too.

       While I was getting changed she gathered up the
clothes we had selected and paid the clerk for them
without telling me.  The clerk bagged them up before
I had emerged from the changing room in my own
clothes.  I protested when I found out that Carol had
paid for everything.  She assured me that it hadn't
been that much and I would pay her back when I
could afford it.

      She drove me home and helped me carry the bags
up the stairs to the little apartment I was renting.
It was dismally small one bedroom apartment that
had been built when silent movies were being made in
Hollywood, and it showed all of the neglect.  I was
embarrassed to let Carol see it.  I offered to make
coffee, and she accepted right away.

      We dumped the bags on the single chair and she
sat on the cheap little couch, while I went into the
kitchenette and put the coffee pot on.  While the
coffee was brewing I joined Carol to start taking the
clothes out of the bags.  She insisted that I try them
on for her.  I took off my dress and put on the first
one.  Carol complemented me on how nice it looked on
me.  She even ran her hands over my hips to smooth
the material out.  About that time the coffee was
finished brewing, so I excused myself to pour us two
mugs of coffee, I asked her if she wanted cream and
sugar.  She said just sugar, so I added a couple of tea
spoons of sugar to our mugs, and joined her.

      After we tasted our coffee and she was satisfied
with the taste, she insisted that I try on the next
dress.  She sat there and smoothed out the material
every time.  It became natural for me to let her feel
the material.  Then I found an additional dress I had
not seen.  It was a simple little black cocktail dress.
I protested that she shouldn't have.  She told me
that every girl should have a little black dress to go
dancing in.

      I had to remove my bra to put on the dress.
Carol asked if she could touch my breasts.  I was
embarrassed but didn't object when she cupped both
tits.  When I put the dress on and turned around for
her she commented, "Honey...when you wear tis dress
out in public, may I suggest that you go commando,
because pantie-lines will show."

      We both chuckled at the remark, but she was not
kidding.  Carol asked me if I had a full length mirror
available, and I told her on the back of the bathroom
door.  She told me to take a look, and check again
after removing my panties.  The dress did hug my
butt tight enough that my pantie-line was visible.  I
hiked up the dress and pulled my panties off.  Sure
enough there was just the swell of my butt visible
now.  I returned to the other room with the panties
wadded up in my hand.  Carol was very complimentary
of the look.  She asked, "Would you like to go dancing
with me tomorrow?"

      I had been living like a nun for almost a year.  It
had been ages since I had gone dancing, so I was
thrilled at the prospect.  I agreed quickly.

      I sat down on the couch next to Carol and we
continued sipping our coffee, I also felt obligated to
thank Carol for being so kind to me.  I leaned close to
her and kissed her on the mouth.

      Carol wrapped her arms around me and returned
the kiss.  The kiss was breath taking and when I
opened my mouth to breathe she stuck her tongue
into my mouth.  I had males kiss me that way before,
but no female had ever kissed me that way before.  I
tried to say something and the minute I stuck out my
tongue to speak she captured it with her lips and
sucked on my tongue.  It caused my body to respond
like it had when boys back home had kissed me like
that.

     Carol's face was so close I could feel her breath
as she said, "Forgive me...I can't resist kissing you,
because you are so sexy!"

      I didn't know what to say, as she started kissing
me again, and this time she started molding my left
tit in her right hand.  It took my breath away.  I
didn't resist when she slipped her hand down the
front of the tight dress to feel my tit.  She used her
left hand to unfasten the strap around my neck.  The
straps fell down the front and the tight cups of the
dress clung to my breasts until she pulled the front
of the dress down.

      Carol admired my little breasts, and told me how
perfect they were.  I just sat there as she bent down
and took my right nipple into her mouth.  I had never
let a boy touch them before, and her mouth felt so
good I couldn't stop her from sucking on them.  I
surrendered to her every desire at that point.  I felt
her rest her right hand on the inside of my right
thigh, and felt her squeeze the soft flesh as her
hand worked its way up the inside of my thigh.  When
she reached my crotch she felt my pubic hair on my
vulva.

      I would have normally have shaved my hair, but I
couldn't afford to spend money on safety razors.  The
only way I could keep mu underarms free of hair was
to endure plucking the hair.  I was embarrassed at
her finding a dark patch of hair down there.  I tried
to apologize, but Carol dismissed my apology with a
simple statement, "Don't worry about it.  I love
everything about you!  If it bothers you that much I
will shave it for you every day in the future.

      I took that to mean that she was telling me that
she was going to be my love from then on.  I sat there
absorbing that idea as she stuck her finger deep into
my vagina.  She skillfully finger fucked me while using
her thumb to stimulate my clitoris.  It was hard to
determine if her kiss was stimulating me more that
her manipulations of my cunt.  I surrendered to the
feelings flooding my body.

      Carol unzipped the back of the dress, and
struggled to pull the dress off of my body.  I had to
lift my butt up enough for her to pull it out from
under my ass.  I sat there totally naked as she stood
up and folded the dress carefully and placed it on the
chair with the other dresses.

      I watched to total fascination as she removed her
own dress.  She was not wearing a brassiere, and I
admired her 38-DD breasts.  They had tan-lines
attesting to the fact that she had been sunbathing
with a bikini on.  She was also panty-less.  Again the
there was a tan-line as proof that she used a bikini,
and there was just a little heart shaped trimmed
patch of dark pubic hair.  She also sported a tattoo
of a red lipstick make of a kiss on the tight side of
her vulva.  I thought it was very sexy.

      She used her right hand to run her crotch before
she knelt in front of me and spread my legs.  I sat
there both frightened and thrill at the idea that she
was about to kiss my pussy.  I had heard of such
things but had never experienced them before.  I
could never do justice to the feeling she was inducing
in me.  I had never experienced an orgasm at the
hands of another person before...Okay...I had
masturbated to orgasm before, but it never felt as
good as this.  I flooded with emotions and feelings.  I
lay there not knowing what to do next.

      Carol pulled me to my feet and led me to my
bedroom.  She pulled back the bedspread and laid me
on top of the sheet.  I had no idea what she could do
that would feel any better that she had just made me
feel, or if she expected me to do that to her.

       She started sucking on my nipples again.  Then
she rolled me onto my right side and lifted my left
leg up and scooted her ass against my crotch with her
leg over mine so that out cunt's were pressed against
each other like scissors, and started humping out
cunt's against each other's like she was fucking me.
The rhythm started rocking the bed so much that
the headboard was banging against the wall.  I feared
that my landlady would get mad at me fucking
someone up there.  There was nothing to do but enjoy
the feeling.  When I had another orgasm I couldn't
believe I had cum so quickly by methods I had never
dreamed of.

      Carol laid next to me, and took me in her arms as
she kissed me very sweetly.  I could taste my cunt
juices in her face.  She told me how much she loved
me.

      I felt funny about saying that to a woman, but I
whispered, "I think I'm in love with you too!"

      I also was thinking if I'm going to have her in my
bed like this I better pad the headboard to muffle
the noise.  Then I figured I better find out if I can
actually make love to her the same way.  I started
feeling her big breasts and sucking on her nipples.

      Carol stroked my hair and assured me what a good
girl I was, and that I was doing a great job.  She
assured me that he love mothering me.  I thought
about the idea if it had been like this when my
mother had nursed me as a baby.  It felt so natural.
I had sucked on both nipples until the mauve areolas
were turning red, and it was starting to cause Carol
some discomfort, so I had to make up my mind to see
if I could actually eat pussy.

      I moved down the bed to position myself between
her legs as she spread her legs open to give me
access to her vagina.  I studied every detail of her
pussy.  The hairs forming the heart were all carefully
to an even quarter inch in length.  The opening of her
vagina had a puffy labia major, and when spread
revealed a stiff ridge that was a couple inches long,
and capped with a hooded clitoris.  The hood was the
beginning of her labia minor that formed two flabby
and loose sheets of flesh that reminded me of lace.  I
took the flesh in my gingers and sped them wide open.
That allowed me to look into her vagina and actually
see her cervix and the opening of her urethra.  I
smell the pungent odor of her woman hood and it
turned me on.

      There was that moment when I had waited a little
too long and had to make up my mind to taste my first
pussy.  I started licking her pussy, and carol started
slowly stroking my hair and offering sweet words of
encouragement.  I started sticking my tongue into
her vagina the same way she had done to me.  The
juices actually made my throat feel raw like a sore
throat.  I was also ramming my node into her clitoris.
As Carol approached her orgasm she started moaning
and tossing her head around as she said things like.
"GAWD damned that feels so fucking good!  I could
spend the rest of my life like this!"

      When I was finished she pulled me up and cradled
my head on her left arm as we drifted off to sleep.
In the morning I slowly became aware of the fact
that Carol on spooning me.  It felt so comforting with
her body heat warming my body.  When she
recognized that I was wake she turned my head so
that she could lean over me and kiss be very
passionately.  I knew that my breath must have
smelled as bad as hers, but after a moment of her
sticking her tongue into my mouth, I couldn't smell of
taste her breath.  When she broke he kiss she said,
"I need to pee so bad that my teeth are floating.  I
chuckled and said, "Ne too!"

      We struggled to get out of bed and make our way
to the bathroom.  She insisted that I sit down first.
I no more that started peeing than Carol faced me
and straddle my legs and sat on my lap.  She started
peeing on my vulva and the liquid flowed through the
pubic hair to join my flow into the bowl.  When we
were finished we washed our pussies with a washrag.
She and I used my toothbrush to brush our teeth.
We washed or faces and brushed out hair before we
put on some makeup.  She insisted on taking me to
breakfast, so we got dressed and went downstairs.

      I noticed my landlady watching us from her front
window as we got into her car.  We found a dinner on
Sunset and ate a large breakfast.  I hadn't realized
how hungry I was.  I wondered if everyone could tell
that I had spent the night making love to this lovely
older woman.  I truly felt that I was in love with her.

      We were not ready to part-company.  After all
there would have been nothing for me to do than
clean the apartment, read or watch the bub tube.
Carol took me home and we went back to bed to
reenact the previous night's fun and games.  When we
were resting she told me that she wanted to take me
dancing that evening.  I agreed, and she insisted that
I take the simple black dress with black pumps.  She
wanted to take me home with her.

      I cleaned up and we got dressed again.  I carried
the dress and pumps to her car.  She drove me to a
house located in the hills.  It was an old house, but it
had been restored and I knew that all of the homes
in this area were outrageously expensive.  Her garage
had been equipped with a remote opener and she
drove right in, and the door closed behind us
automatically.  She led me out the door before it
closed and we entered the house from the front
door.  The bay windows were arched as well as the
double front door in the style of the twenties.  The
house looked like a Swish cottage including the steep
pitched roof, with rolled eves.  The interior looked
emasculate.  The kitchen had been updated but
retained the 20's style.  The oil stove had been
updated for natural gas.  The refrigerator had been
built into the cabinets with matching doors so that it
was hidden.  Otherwise it would have called for
fridge with cooling coils on top.  But she did have a
microwave and an electric coffee maker.

      She was justly proud of her home and showed me
her bathroom. It was period correct too.  The sinks
were pedestal type, and the toilet was a porcelain
thing with cherubs and grape leaves molded in it.  The
tank was over head with the same motif with a pull
chain and brass pipes connecting to the bowl.  The
bathtub was a porcelain deep cast iron thing with
eagle clawed feet grasping balls.  The brass fixtures
were exposed, and there was a hand held nozzle too.
The walls were tilde with an alabaster marble that
had a grape leaf motif at eye level.  The vanity
mirrors over the two sinks were large with halo
lighting. It was not exactly period correct, but
definably practical for a woman's bathroom.  There
was even a full length mirror on the back of the door.

      The bedroom was just what you would expect.
There was a small closet but the room had a large
wardrobe against one wall with mirrors on the three
sliding doors.  The bed was a huge brass bed with a
headboard and footboard.  at first look I hardly
noticed the rings at the four corners.  The vanity was
large with a fashionable vanity chair in front of the
mirror with the two adjustable mirrored wings.
There was plenty of light provided that was
adjustable, so that carol could check her makeup with
different lighting.

      Since we were in the bedroom Carol started
removing my clothes, and I was still studying the
room.  I was able to watch her removing my clothes in
all of the mirrors.  It was very erotic to see myself
being undressed and Carol's hands stroking my flesh.
When I was standing there in my nylons with the run
running from my thigh to my ankle, and my best black
pumps I felt proud of my figure, even if I had small
tits.  Carol placed me on her bed, while she removed
her own clothes.

      I was still impressed with her body.  She had the
kind of figure that would make people turn their
heads to admire her body.  Her breasts were big and
round.  They sagged very little without the support of
a brassiere.  I loved the look of her pubic hair heart
and the red tattooed lip marks.  When he turned her
back to me I saw for the first time that she even had
a tramp stamp tattoo between the dimples on her
backside that had a narrow loop running down right to
the top of the creak of her butt.

      She mounted the bed and straddled my waist.
She pulled some old nylons from under her pillows,
and proceed to tie my wrists to the headboard.  Then
she tied my ankles to the footboard.  I couldn't free
myself and gave up struggling.

      Carol announced, "I'm going to make love to you all
day.  She started licking my underarms , licking my
neck.  She sucking in my little breasts until it was
driving me crazy and I was begging her to let me rest.
She started slapping my crotch o take my mind off of
my tits.  There was a little pain in the slapping, but it
was making my pussy wet just the same.  She started
to eventually eat my pussy.

      The first orgasm was just as enjoyable as the
first two from last night and this morning, but she
didn't stop there.  She made me cum so many times
that I eventually passed out.  When I came too, she
had untied me feet and she kissed me before lifting
my legs up and made me place my knees close to my
ears.  That elevated my butt up until my asshole was
pointing at the ceiling.  She started licking my asshole
and spitting into my asshole before sticking her
tongue into my hole.

      I had never dreamed of anyone doing that to me.
I couldn't help having several orgasms before she
allowed me to stretch out my legs.

      I assumed that was going to be the end of the
sex for a while, but Carol turned around and squatted
over my head.  She lowered her pussy down to my
face.  Her labia spread over my face like a gas mask.
I was forced to eat her pussy until she came.  Then
she sat up in a way that rotated her butt over my
mouth.  She demanded that I stick my tongue into
her asshole.  There was nothing to do but comply.  I
ate her ass until she told me she was cumming again.

      When she untied me I was too exhausted to
move.  I lay there in a pool of my own sweat.  She lay
on top of me and asked me, Do you love me...Baby?"

      It was an effort to whisper, "Yes Carol!"

      She made diner for the two of us and I ate her
pussy again for a long time while she reclined on her
couch.  When the sun went down we bathed together
in the scented tub.  We put on evening makeup and
brushed out our hair.  Then I put on a pair of nylons
she gave me, that were self-supporting.  Then I put
on the black pumps, and the black dress without
anything underneath.  Carol also put on self-
supporting nylons and her own black pumps.  Then she
put on a cocktail dress that was in a teal material
that was tight enough to show off every curve.  Her
big tits looked like they were going to spill over the
top any moment.  We gather up our little clutch
purses, and headed for the door.  She drove us to a
cocktail lounge just off Hollywood.  When we entered
the place it took my eyes a little time to adjust.

      Carol led me to a table near the dance floor.
There was a small band playing a variety of music.
They played current rock and roll music and slow
dances.  Carol was greeted by a number of women her
age.  The younger women didn't say anything but they
gave her admiring looks.  There were a lot of men
there too.

      It took me a moment to realize that the men
were gay.  Just the same they invited Carol and me to
dance.  There was one young man that was very
attractive that kept asking me to dance, and he was a
marvelous dancer.  He danced like a professional.  I
enjoyed the way he danced and even the fragrance of
his cologne.  He also danced with an older man that
was a good dancer too.  As the evening wore on the
two men were kissing while they danced.  I had never
seen such openly affection between males.  An older
woman asked me to dance with her.  I looked at Carol,
and she nodded her approval, so I got up and allowed
the woman to lead me to the dance floor.  It was a
slow dance, and the woman placed both hands on my
butt as we danced.  Then she kissed me on the mouth.
I quickly looked for Carol.  She was on the dance
floor and kissing one of those young girls that had
given her an admiring look.  When the music ended
the woman led me back to my table, and sat next to
me.

      Carol brought the young girl to our table and they
sat across from us.  The woman asked, "Carol... would
you like to party with Lisa and me?"

      "By all means...Why don't you meet us at my
place?"

      With that the woman stood up and went around
the table and pulled the chair back for the girl I
assumed was Lisa.  Carol did the same for me.  We
walked to the parking lot, and Carol kissed the woman
before we got in her car.  We were exiting the garage
as the second car pulled into the driveway behind us.
The woman and Lisa joined us as we entered Carol's
home.  Carol turned on the lights, music and made
went to the kitchen to make us drinks.  She brought
us what turned out to be vodka and 7-Up over ice.

      Carol introduced the woman as Lisbeth, a tall
handsome looking Swedish woman friend of hers.  Lisa
was her girlfriend.  We spent some time dancing with
each other.  I discovered that Lisa was a shy girl that
allowed Lisbeth mother her like a child.

      When I danced with Lisbeth she was very feely.
I felt her thigh rub my pussy, and her hand dug into
the crack of my ass.  I expected Carol to say
something but she was just as busy feeling up Lisa.

      Eventually while I was dancing with Carol, she
started undressing me.  All she had to do was
unfasten the strap around my neck and unzip the
back of my dress.  The zipper went down far enough
that the dress could clear my hips.  When I stepped
out of the dress, all I had on was the nylons and
pumps.

      I was terrible embarrassed to be so naked in
front of strangers.  Carol quickly removed her own
party dress, and was also only in nylons and pumps.

      Lisbeth and Lisa were also quickly naked too.  The
four of us continued to dance to the sexy music for a
while.  We eventually found ourselves sitting on the
couch together.  Lisa and I were sitting on the laps of
the older women.  We were being kissed and felt up.
I could believe that I actually had an orgasm in the
presence of strangers.

      Carol suggested that we take it to the bedroom.
When we were on the bed Carol and the other woman
tied Lisa and me to the bed.  We were completely at
their mercy.  The two of them tortured us with long
sessions of tickling, feeling and sucking our pussies.
We were both experiencing mutable orgasms.  The
two of them changed places and Lisbeth started
making love to me while Carol started making love to
Lisa.  I was too exhausted to be jealous of Carol.

      I did object when Lisbeth squatted over my head
and grabbed two hands full of hair and made me eat
her hairy pussy.

      It was very late when Lisbeth made their
goodbyes and took Lisa home with her.

      Carol and I went to bed with each other in a
tangle of arms and legs.  Sunday morning began much
the same was Saturday had started.  By that evening
I had agreed to move in with her.

      I became her lover and office assistant.  I knew
that if we ever separate that I would remain a lover
of women.



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