Date: Tue, 24 Dec 2013 14:23:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: If Club Party (lesbian/authoritarian oral, anal, dom, F/FFF...)

Warning:

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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                   If Club Party
                        By
                       Jan

	I was thrilled about being invited by the woman
that brought me out to go to a closed door party at
the If Club.  It came at work with a simple phone call.
She said, "Kathy, I will pick you up after work
tonight.  Joni and I are going to take you to the If
Club tonight for a private party."

	There was no opportunity to negotiate or
complain.  She hung up after the simple statement.

	I was getting nervous waiting for quitting time.
I had been to the If club with them before, and knew
it was a hardcore lesbian nightclub.  This is the kind
of bar where most of the patrons are real dykes.
The typical patron is a heavyset female with her hair
cut very short.  Some have the sides of their heads
shaved, with either a Mohawk strip like a Spartan
helmet, or a lock of hair on one side of their head.
The hair colors vary from coal black to vermilion to
pink.  Some have blonde strips with dark roots.  A lot
of them wear sleeveless T-shirts to show off colorful
tattoos that cover the gamut from tribal, to
portraits of previous feminine lovers.  Baggy pants
and work boots are the norm.  They are a rowdy
bunch of foul mouthed women.  Quite often their
girlfriends are innocent looking feminine looking girls
that could pass for prom queens.

	Joni and Wilma were very attractive looking
women.  Both of them had been professional fashion
models in their youth.  In that industry any woman
over thirty is beyond the upper limits of age for
modeling.  They had started their own modeling
agency, and were successful.

	Wilma had recruited me as a girl, and brought
me out.  She recognized that I was a natural
submissive lesbian when I was just a teenager.  She
was always looking for ways of demonstrating her
power over me.  Joni was a friend of hers that shared
her love of dominating attractive girls like me.

	I had no idea what she had planned for me this
evening.  Like I said, I knew the kind of patrons that
frequented the If Club, and I really wasn't attracted
two the dyke type of lesbians.  Just the same after
work I went home and changed into the clothes I
found laid out on my bed by Wilma.

	There was a pair of the thinnest black bikini
panties, tan patent-leather three inch pumps, a simple
fall colored plaid short skirt, and a white short
sleeved T-shirt.  I put the items on and brushed my
hair in preparation of the arrival of Wilma.

	When my doorbell rang I opened the door to
welcome Wilma.  Joni was standing beside her.  Wilma
stands a good six-foot one with heels on.  Her hair
cut in a simple page boy with bangs, and died a maroon
color.  She had on a simple strapless black cocktail
dress with dark nylons and heels.  She had a shoulder
purse slung over her shoulder.  Joni is at least five-
feet ten in heels.  She is a natural blonde with short
swept back hair.  She also had on a simple T-strapped
black cocktail dress, nylons and heels.  She was
carrying a leather satchel.

	Neither of them would answer my questions
about what they were planning, or what was in their
bags.  They simply marched me to their car, after I
locked my door.

	They escorted me to Wilma's restored classic
Chevy.  I don't know what year it was, but the paint
had been restored to the original charcoal and
salmon, with large fins in back.  It had fake leather
charcoal and salmon bench seats.  They had me sir
between them as Wilma drove us to the club.

	She parked the car in the parking lot of a
corner strip mall.  All of the shops were closed, so
the club could use the parking lot for their patrons.
The bar was located on the corner, and was a square
brick nondescript building.  There were no neon signs
out front proclaiming the name of the bar.  The way
the entrance zigzagged didn't allow any light to
escape, so passing cars would not even be aware the
bar was open if they didn't see patrons coming and
going.

	Because this was a special party for regular
customers there were two doormen at the door.  One
was obviously an old professional boxer, because of
the cauliflower ears, scared eyebrows, and twisted
nose.  The second one was a butch looking heavy set
dyke with short blonde hair, holding a heavy metal
flashlight that she used to check ID's and as a
weapon.

	The doormen only gave us a polite nod as we
entered the club.  We were bombarded with a
cacophony of noise.  With so many women talking at
the same time, it is almost impossible to talk to
someone without putting your mouth close to their
ear.

	Tonight the patrons were dressed just as they
normally did when they were on a night out.  The
variety of patrons ranged from big bull dykes to
slender sexy girls that looked like office workers.

	Wilma and Joni led me past the long bar on our
left on the north wall to the middle of the room, and
found us a place to sit on the bench seat along the
south wall.  We were sitting between colorful
characters.

	To our left were a couple of heavy set women in
black T-shirts and jeans.  Their arms had a mixture
of tribal and floral tattoos on them.  To our right sat
a couple of other women just as interesting.  One was
wearing a sleeveless black T-shirt and jeans.  Her
head was shaved on either side, sporting a spiked
Mohawk.  Her arms were covered in tattoos.  Her
friend was wearing a tan rain coat and her blonde hair
was covered in soft curls around her head.  She
looked like an office worker.  As soon as we sat down
they started preparing me for my ultimate
domination.

	Wilma and Joni told me to pull up my short skirt
and pull my little thong panties down to my knees.
Wilma handed me a metal plate designed to straddle
my labia major with electrical wires attached to the
top.  There were cords attached to the top and
bottom.  Wilma and Joni attached the device around
my hips.  Joni pulled my panties back up and hung an
electrical receiver to the top on my panties.  Then
she pulled my skirt back down.  The receiver kept the
front of the skirt up, exposing my panties.

	Wilma pulled out a device a little hard to
describe.  It was a metal plate attached to a harness
and a mouthpiece that went into my mouth for me to
hold between my teeth.  She strapped the harness
around my head.  Then she pulled my hands behind my
back, and locked handcuffs on them.  Her next step
was to activate the remote control switch she was
holding to test it, by pressing the button sending an
electrical shock to my pussy.  I quivered in response.
Then she pulled out a Sharpie marker and wrote
'Whiskey' on the T-shirt covering my left tit.  She
pinched my nipple before sending me off to the bar
to retrieve her order.

	About halfway to the bar she buzzed me one
more time, causing me to quiver right in front of
everyone.  All eyes were on me as I made my way to
the bar.  The bartender was also a black haired
woman dressed in a black sleeveless tank top, black
leather pants and greasy work boots.  Her arms also
had tattoos on them.

	She read the drink order and filled a 10 ounce
glass with iced whiskey and a red plastic straw.

	A tall woman standing next to me with dark hair
and a few blonde strands on one side and wearing a
taffeta dress picked up the drink and placed it on my
mouth tray.

	I made my way back across the room to stand in
front of Wilma.  She motioned for me to kneel down.
She took a sip from the straw, forcing me to kneel in
an uncomfortable position until my knees hurt.  Then
she lifted the drink and took a long sip before
agreeing that it was good.

	Joni took the Sharpie and wrote Roy Rodgers on
my right tit, pinched my nipple before sending me off.
Wilma buzzed me a couple of times on my way.  The
bartender mixed the drink and placed it on the bar.
A young slender woman with short black hair, black T-
shirt over a white one and black jeans picked up the
drink and placed it on the tray.  She pinched my tit
before kissing my cheek and sending me back.

	I knelt in front of Joni and she removed the
drink and sipped it.  Wilma pulled me back in front of
her and grabbed my T-shirt and ripped it open,
exposing my breasts.  She placed the Sharpie on the
tray and told me to take orders from other gals.

	I walked over in front of the girl with the
Mohawk.  She grinned at me and looked at Wilma and
Joni for explanation.  Wilma told her, "Go ahead and
write your drink on her tit!"

	She took the marker and wrote Vodka Tonic on
my right tit.  Joni took the marker, as I made my way
back to the bar.  This time a heavy set woman with
tits the size of watermelons and upper arms as large
as my thighs, sporting a huge tattoo, pinched my
nipples repeatedly before placing the drink on the
tray.

	Ms. Mohawk sipped from the straw, before
taking it off the tray.  She smiled sweetly while
pinching my nipples, before I moved on to another
girl.

	This one was a tall blonde and she wrote Vodka
and Orange on my thigh, but Wilma buzzed me as I
was returning, causing me to spill the drink.  She got
up and ripped the T-shirt off of my body and made
me step out of the skirt.  She removed my mouth
tray, and stuffed the panties into my mouth.  That
removed the support for the remote electrical
buzzer.  She removed the electrical device, exposing
my shaved pussy.  She made me get down on my
knees, to wipe the floor with my mouth.  While I was
doing that she stuck two fingers into my asshole, and
finger fucked me while I struggled to wipe up the
spilled drink.  When she told me I was done, she made
me carry the used T-shirt to the back of the room
and drop it in a trash can.

	When I returned Wilma stopped me in front of
a pinball machine and forced me face down over the
glass top and held out a large black strap-on dildo to
that slender dark haired girl that had placed the
second drink on my tray.  She had removed her T-
shirt exposing small tits with little dark areolas and
nipples.  She also dropped her jeans and panties
before strapping on the dildo.

	She stuck that amazing black dildo into my ass
and fucked me hard, while other girls held my legs
open.  I was making so much noise that Wilma
strapped a red ball gag in my mouth, and buckled it
around my head.  I was reduced to making pleading
animal sounds.  My butt was being spanked hard.
Both cheeks were soon flaming red, while I was being
fucked in the ass.

	Joni handed a creamy yellow dildo to another gal
who strapped it on, while I was being turned over.
She stuck the dildo into my pussy and fucked me,
while the gal with the black one was rubbing my clit.
My nipples were being pinched by several women.

	Later I was taken to the bar and forced to get
on my hands and knees on the bar top.  My daggling
tits were being felt and pinched while fingers were
being shoved into my ass and up my pussy.  While that
was going on Wilma had pulled her little black dress
up under her armpits, exposing her small breasts and
her bald pussy.

	The slender dark haired girl sat on top of the
bar next to me, and reached around Wilma's body to
grasp her tits.  Joni pulled me off the bar by my hair,
and made me kneel in front of Wilma.  She shoved my
head into her pussy.  I ate her pussy to the howls of
the crowd.  The dark haired girl was squeezing
Wilma's tits, and commenting about how much she
liked watching me eating pussy.  When Wilma came, I
was pulled to my feet by the handcuffs.  Wilma
slapped my face until my cheeks were red.

	Joni told me to go over, and eat Mary's pussy.
Mary was a stunning Mexican girl with long brown
hair.  She had on ankle boots, short skirt and a
Sleeveless T-shirt.  She sat on a little stool, and
crooked her finger in a command for me to come and
get it.  She lifted her skirt showing everyone her
shaved pussy.  I knelt in front of her, and buried my
face in her cunt.  She pulled my hair and threw her
head back making all kinds of pleasure sounds.

	Women standing around her pulled her T-shirt
up and played with her tits, while I ate her pussy.
Other women were sticking their fingers up my ass
too.  Mary not only came in my mouth, she even peed
in my mouth.  When she was finished I was pulled
away by the hair.

	Wilma and Joni stood me up and took turns
kissing me and slapping my face.  Then they made me
crawl around the room sucking every pussy presented
to me.  The femmes were shaved, but some of the
dykes had copious amounts of pubic hair.  I was
gagging on hairs caught on the back of my tongue.
One fat dyke took her pants off and presented her
butt to me.  Joni made me kneel behind her, and
tongue-fuck her asshole.  While I was busy doing that
someone started fucking my asshole with a strap-on
dildo.  When the dyke was satisfied another bitch
took her place, and presented her asshole.

	When there was a break in the action I got a
chance to look around.  All of the femmes were naked
and being felt up by dykes, while they were being
kissed.  I even saw some dykes allowing other dykes
to fuck them with dildos.

	That chubby woman with watermelon sized tits
and large tattoos on her biceps of attractive women,
was sitting down where Wilma had been sitting and
pulled up her dress to expose a hairy pussy.  A group
of butch dykes had removed all of the clothes of one
of the other dykes.  They had bent her over and
shoved her face into the pussy of the woman with big
tits.  Several women were feeling and pinching her
dangling tits, while another very butch looking woman
had removed all of her clothes, except for her work
boots.  She had a large black strap-on dildo, and she
was fucking the woman in the asshole without mercy.
The crowd was applauding the sight of a bull dyke
being fucked in the ass, and being forced to eat a
hairy pussy.

	I was exhausted by the time everyone was
finished using me.  Wilma told me to lie on my back
with my legs open.  She rested her platform heels on
my body, poking my tits with the heels.  She invited
anyone that wanted to wash my body with booze to do
so.  One by one the women straddled my body and
spit their drinks on me.  My body was soaking wet in
short order.  One of the naked women filled her
mouth with booze, laid on top of me, pressed her
mouth against mine until I opened my mouth, then she
spat the booze into my mouth.  I lost count of the
number of women that spit booze into my mouth.  I
was thoroughly drunk by the time I was allowed to sit
up.

	My clothes were destroyed, so when Wilma and
Joni agreed to take me home, I had to exit the bar
into the early morning night air totally naked.  The
cold night air almost sobered me up by the time we
got to the car.  At least the street was deserted.  By
the time we got home I was asleep.  They had to wake
me up, and almost carry me into the apartment.  They
drew me a warm bath and placed me in it.  I fell back
asleep in no time.  I only woke up when the water got
too cold.  They had been busy sucking each other's
pussy in my absence.  They allowed me to cuddle up
between them.  We eventually fell asleep.



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