Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2016 20:46:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Years 2015 (Lesbian/Domination, oral, anal, F/F)

Domination, oral, anal, F/F

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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              New Year 2015
                   By
                  Jan

      It all started with a girl at work, she insisted
that I go with her to a New Year's party after work.
I wasn't all that excited about going out to a party
where I wouldn't know anyone, but she insisted until I
agreed to go with her.  She told me that she would
pick me up at 8:00 o-clock, so I would have plenty of
time to get ready.

      I took the bus to my apartment building.  I took a
long warm bath before getting dressed.  I put on my
best undergarments afterwards, and paraded around
the apartment barefooted while I ate a chicken
salad, because I wasn't sure if there would be food at
this party.  I spent a lot of time putting on makeup
and fixing my hair.  I powdered my body and put on
my best perfume.  I even debated about calling my
friend and calling off the date, but I eventually
pulled out my sexiest black cocktail dress and my
best 4 inch heeled black pumps.

      When my friend arrived she was full of
compliments about how sexy I looked in my tight
fitting little black dress.  She was dressed for a part
too.  She drove a little Toyota coupe, so I had to pull
my tight skirt up to step down to get into her car.      It was about a half hour drive to get to the social
club.  She pulled into the underground parking lot, and
we made our way to the room where the party was
taking place.  We bought vodka-7 drinks and sat at a
table.  As the evening wore on we were asked to
dance many times.  I found the conversation with the
young men at the party was boring.  They thought
they were so clever and funny.  I didn't find their
off-color jokes funny.

      About 10:00 o'clock my fiend whispered in my ear,
"You can find your way home, can't you?"

      I was shocked, "What are you talking about?"

      She gave me a big childish smile, "See that sexy
guy over there?  I want to take him home and fuck
his brains out!"

      I figured that I could call a cab and go home,
besides my feet were starting to throb, "Sure, have
fun."

      She went scurrying off with her new male
companion.  I sat there debating about leaving now or
later.  Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.

      It was a very large woman sitting behind me.  I
couldn't help being impressed with her size.  I'm not
talking a fat woman.  I'm talking about a woman that
was obviously very tall.  She was a natural brunet and
well-proportioned for her size.  I didn't hear what
she had said at first.

      "Pardon me?"

      She leaned close to my ear and said, "I couldn't
help overhearing you friend ditching you!  What an
asshole, no one needs a friend like that!"

      "Right, I really didn't want to come to this party
in the first place, but she insisted.  Now I have to
call a cab to take me home."

      The woman said, "My name is Maxine!" and shook
my hand.  I introduced myself to her by saying, "My
name is Roxane."

      She said, "I'm bored stiff too!  Why don't we get
the hell out of here?  I would be happy to drive you
home!"


      "I wouldn't want to put you out."

      "You wouldn't be putting me out.  I want to get
out of here as much as you do, and I would like to get
to know you better!"

      I accepted her kind offer, and gathered up my
purse and heavy coat before standing up.  Maxine
stood up and I realized just how tall she was.  She
was a true amazon.  She was taller than every male
standing in the room, and all eyes were on her.  I was
impressed that a woman so tall was confident enough
with herself to wear 4-inch heels.  Most tall girls
wear flats and even stoop in a vain attempt to look
shorter than they are.  We made our way through the
crowd to the elevator and went down to the
underground parking lot.

      She led me to a late model gray full sized Chevy
Tahoe (SUV).  She opened the passenger door for me.
It was so high that I had to pull up my tight fitting
skirt to be able to lift my leg up high enough to get
into her Tahoe.

      As soon as she got into the vehicle, she
apologized, "I'm sorry about my Tahoe, I'm so damned
tall that I'm not comfortable in most cars."

      I said with a chuckle, "There sure is plenty of
room in this thing.  Two people my size would fit in
this seat!  By the way just how tall are you?"

      Maxine said, "I'm six-foot four in my stocking
feet, and six, eight in my heels!  Before you ask I
played college basketball for North Carolina!"

      I was duly impressed. "I feel totally inadequate
next to you, because I'm only five-feet five in heels!

      She chuckled and asked, "Where are you from?"

      "My family lives in small community near Little
Rock, Arkansas, we lived within spitting distance of
the Mississippi River.  I couldn't get away from our
little red neck Bible-belt community fast enough.  As
soon as I graduated from college I moved here to
Raleigh, North Carolina, to get away from my family
and my past."

      Maxine laughed, "If you wanted to get away from
RED NECKS, you sure made a mistake.  This is home
country of the striking coal miners that wore red
bandanas marking original red necks!"  We both got a
laugh out of that comment.

      I gave her directions to my apartment.  When she
parked the Tahoe she came around to help me get out
of her truck.  I felt obligated to invite her in for a
drink.  Maxine accepted and took a canvas piece of
luggage out of the back seat.

      As soon as we were in the apartment I turned up
the heat, dropped my coat and was about to retire to
the kitchenette to make us a couple of drinks, but
Maxine suggested that we get out of the party
dresses before they get wrinkled.

      She was dressed for a party.  She had a warm
overcoat that she had removed as soon as she
entered my apartment.  Her dress was a brown velvet
cocktail dress.  The bodice of the dress was so tight
that it looked like her monstrous breasts were about
to rip the seams of the dress open spilling those tits
out.

      Maxine suggested, "I would like to get out of this
party dress, and change into something more
comfortable."

      I told her that she could use my bedroom to
change, and asked, "Would you prefer vodka or
coffee?"

      She said, "Coffee would hit the spot."

      It didn't take her long to change clothes.  When
she emerged she had on slacks, a loose fitting
transparent blouse, and comfortable slippers.  She
was an impressive woman to see.

      The coffee was almost ready, so I placed cups
and saucers on the cocktail table in front of the
couch along with sugar and artificial sweetener.  I
brought the coffee urn to fill the cups after she sat
down.

      We sat down and were enjoying the warmth of
the coffee on a cold night, and the heater soon had
the apartment warm as toast.  We were just getting
around to discussing what we did for a living when we
heard fireworks, explosions and horns.  We had all
but forgotten that it was New Years.

      Maxine leaned over, took me in her arms and
kissed me on the mouth.  The kiss lasted longer than
what would be appropriate for anyone just having
met.  Before I knew what was happening she was
prying my mouth open with her tongue.  I was
overwhelmed by the kiss.  No woman had ever kissed
me that way.

      When she broke the kiss and sat back, she asked,
"Did that kiss offend you?"

      "I wasn't expecting a kiss like that!  No woman
had ever kissed me that way."

      Maxine apologized, "I'm sorry I thought you knew
that I'm a lesbian!"

      "I had no idea!  Can we just talk about this for a
while?  I have never knowingly met a lesbian before!
I'm a bit overwhelmed.  Please tell me more about
yourself?"

      Maxine smiled, "I have always been a big girl.  My
size has always intimidated people.  Boys don't like to
date girls taller than they are, and girls are reluctant
to befriend girls that will frighten away boys.  I was
always a shy girl until my size became a benefit on
the basketball court.  I was sought out by a lot of
colleges to play for them.  I still wasn't asked out on
dates.  The starting lineup of the men's North
Carolina Tar Heels basketball team is black, and in
this part of the world a white girl can't be seen in the
company of a black guy.

      When it came to sex, I was seduced by an older
woman that picked me up at a mall, when I was barely
a teenager.  She thought I was an adult when she
seduced me.  The only other two girls I had sex with;
one was in high school and the other one was in
college.  They were basketball players too.  The
second one was black.

      While I was in college I met a woman that was a
team booster.  She had a thing for big girls, but she
wanted me to dominate her.  I quickly learned that I
liked dominating her so much that I became more
aggressive with other women.  My women friends call
me Max, and I play the part to the hilt.  I'm so well
known around town that I assume that every woman in
the area knows about me."

      I said, "I'm new to the area, and hardly know
anyone.  I was impressed by you when you stood up,
but I thought you were just being kind to me when
you offered to drive me home, because my so called
friend that I work with dumped me for some cock she
just met."

     Maxine smiled, "I did feel sorry for you, but I was
sexually attracted to you the moment I saw you.  I
thought the disgusted expression on your face while
dancing with pompous males was because you would
have preferred dancing with a woman."

      I chuckled, "I might have been up for that, but I
have never had sex with a woman."

      Maxine cuddled up close to me and asked, "Would
you like to find out what is like to have sex with a
woman?"

      I sat there for a moment somewhere between
shock and intrigue before responding, "I am willing to
try it, but I don't know anything about that kind of
sex."

      Maxine said, "Just relax and I will teach you
everything."

      She took me into her arms and hugged me tightly
against her body.  Sitting there on the couch my head
was level with her huge breasts.  She pulled my head
against her blouse covered left tit.  It was like a
warm pillow, and it molded around my face.  I loved
the smell of her body and light fragrance of her
perfume.

      She eventually tilted my head up, by my chin and
kissed me lightly on my lips again.  As I relaxed to
accept the kiss she became more ardent about kissing
me.  I could feel her breath coming out of her nose
against my cheek, and used her tongue to explore the
inside of my mouth.  Her free hand was soon seeking
out one of my tits to play with.

      Maxine pulled the shoulder straps off my
shoulder and pulled the front of my little black dress
down to expose my breasts.  I never wear a bra with
this dress because it is too tight for such a thing.
She placed her hands on my breasts and squeezed
them firmly.  She bent down to take my left nipple
into her mouth and sucked on it hard.  She even bit
my nipple and pulled her head back, stretching my
breast out until it was causing me pain.

      While she was sucking on my tits she reached
around my back to unhook my dress, and pulled the
zipper down.  The dress gathered around my waist.  I
felt like a child in her arms.  She lifted me up and
pulled my little black dress out from under my butt.

      I was wearing pantyhose, to ward off the cold
night air.  I had on a thong underneath.  She pulled
off my pumps carefully and dropped them on the
floor.  When she sat me back down on the couch she
kissed me again. We were exchanging tongues and
spit.

      Then she interrupted the kiss, sat up straight and
started removing her own clothes.  The blouse was a
bolero type with puffy sleeves.  Her light pink areolas
and nipples were deliciously visible through the
gossamer material.  As she removed the blouse I was
overwhelmed with the size of her breasts.  They
were a size 46-G and didn't sag much at all.  I couldn't
resist reaching out and feeling her breasts.  While I
was doing that she continued removing her slacks.

      Her slacks were made of fine tan linen.  She had
not removed her pantyhose before putting on the
slacks.  She lifted her fanny up just enough to pull
the slacks down and free of her slippers.  Our nylon
clad thighs were slipping against each other.  It was
strangely erotic listening to the sound of the nylon
material rubbing against each other.

      Maxine slipped her hand down the front of my
pantyhose and thong.  She masturbated me slowly and
very gently.  The way she did it made me felt good
and it was comforting.  I didn't feel threatened by
her at all.  She was almost motherly to me.  I
surrendered completely to her desires.

      At one point she removed her hand from my
hosiery and smelled her fingers before sticking her
fingers into her mouth.  After sucking on them for a
short time she set about removing my pantyhose
before pulling my thong up between my pussy lips.  It
was strangely stimulating the way she was pulling on
the thong and relaxing her grip again.  Before I had
an orgasm she pulled the thong down and tossed the
little ball of material in the general direction of the
TV.  With that she pulled me to my feet and led me
to my bedroom.

      She pushed me back against my bed and pushed
me down across the bed.  I lied there without moving,
because I had no idea what I should do.

      She made a show of removing her own pantyhose
and underwear.  She was such a large woman that
when she put her knee on the bed, and put her full
weight on it the bed sank, and I almost rolled against
her knee.  She placed her hands on my breasts to
hold me still.  She mounted me like I was a horse.
She was sitting on my hips, and took hold of my
nipples and twisted them like knobs on a radio.  She
bent over and kissing me on the mouth with her big
tits resting on top of my own breasts.  After a little
time she moved down to my breasts and sucked on
them.

      We could still hear the occasional explosion of
fireworks and the occasional sound of a drunk crying
out "HAPPY NEW YEAR" somewhere in the
neighborhood.

      While she was sucking on my tits, she also
reached down and masturbated me until I had an
orgasm.  I couldn't believe how intense it was.  It was
much stronger than any time I had masturbated
myself.  Just when I was thinking nothing could be
any more exciting, Maxine went down on me and
placed her hands on my thighs.  The muscles in my
thighs trembled at her touch.  She blew worm air on
my pubic hair before she started licking my pussy.
She sucked on my clitoris like a baby sucks on their
thumb.  She kept it up until I was almost ready to
have another climax, but for some reason I couldn't
quite complete the orgasm.  Maxine took care of that
by sticking her finger up my ass.  The shock of the
sudden invasion took my mind off of my pussy and I
had a strong orgasm.

      I felt so relaxed that I could have lain there
forever.  Maxine lied back down next to me, and took
me into her arms and kissed me.  It was strange for
me to smell my own pussy odor all over her face.

      There came a point when I had to ask her,
"Should I suck your pussy?"

      Maxine lovingly stoked my hair as she said,
"Honey, you don't have to do anything you're not
comfortable with.  Why don't I tell you a little more
about myself, and later on you can do whatever you
feel like."

      She said, "Because of my size a lot of women want
me to dominate them.  One such woman is a sweet
little old lady from a very religious family.  Her family
was one of the original Scots-Irish families to settle
in the Adirondack Mountains of western North
Carolina.  She sees herself as an evangelical
missionary to spread the word of GOD.  She goes
door to door carrying an old worn King James Bible in
hand to preach redemption to anyone willing to let
her preach to them.  About twice a month she calls
me with intentions to preach to me, but what she
really wants is for me to make her do all on the nasty
sexual things she can't bring herself to admit she
wants.  When she comes to my home with Bible in
hand, she is wearing a simple print dress that covers
most of her legs and the sleeves cover her arms.  Her
hair is pulled back into braids, rolled up into a bun on
the back of her head.  Her look also includes wire
rimmed glasses and practical blue shoes with big flat
heels.  This is the kind of woman that blushes
whenever she hears so much as an obscene word, but
when she comes to my house she cusses like a
longshoreman when I make her suck my pussy and lick
my asshole.  In reality she just won't admit she wants
the nastiest sex possible."

      "When she comes over I prepare myself by
putting on a black leather corset that pushes these
two melons up.  (She placed her hands under her tits
and lifted them up.)  Then I put on black fish net
stocking and knee high black 6-inch boots, and attach
the nylons to the garter straps of the corset.  I don't
wear underwear.  The last thing I put on is a silk
dressing gown that allows her to see my tits and
pubic bush."

      "When she knocks at my door I invite her to have
a seat and she starts with her speech, until I
interrupt her and remind her that Lot's wife had been
a priestess in Sodom's temple before she married
Lot.  The angels had told Lot not to look back or GOD
would know that they missed the debauchery of
Sodom.  She turned to look and was turned into a
pillar of salt.  On top of that, while he and his two
daughters were living in a cave they got him drunk
and had sex with him to have his children, thinking
they were the last people on earth."

      "I make her kneel before me and grab a handful
of hair, and pull her head between my legs.  I make
her eat my pussy.  I make her do every depraved
sexual act she can hardly think of.  I degrade her by
peeing in her face and mouth.  Then force her to
tongue fuck my asshole.  In keeping with her fear of
Sodom and Gomorrah by making me prostrate herself
over a table and I fuck her in the ass with a strap-on
dildo, and that causes her the most satisfying
degradation possible.  When we are finished she goes
home, and feels remorse for almost a week, before
she starts feeling horny enough to work up the nerve
to call me again."

      There was something so perverse about what she
was saying that made me horny.  She asked, "Did your
mother ever spank you?  And did you ever sometimes
deliberately do something knowing that you were
doing it to incur the wrath of your mother?"

      I said, "Yes, I was a willful child.  I did things
that were bad enough to get a lot of spankings.  I
remember one time when I was about 9, and I did a
summersault across the top of my bed and broke the
screen on my TV with my heels.  I got a spanking from
my mother with her hand until her hand hurt, and I
laughed.  That infuriated her so much that she picked
up a leather belt and beat my ass until I was sure my
ass was bleeding.  But when she allowed me to stand
up I found that I had left a cum stain on my bed
sheet."

      "When I was older I knew better than to steal
some of my mother's hideout money, but I did for
some stupid reason.  When mother punished me it
actually made me have an orgasm."

      Maxine said, "That is why a lot of women want me
to treat them like babies!"

      To show me what it was like to be dominated she
grabbed a handful of my hair and forced me to eat
her pussy.  She rubbed my face into her cunt until
she had an orgasm.  My face was smeared with the
slimy juices of her cunt.  She even forced me to lick
her asshole.  I couldn't believe it when I had an
orgasm while licking her asshole, even without
touching myself.

      When she was finished she covered our bodies
with my blankets and we fell asleep clinging to each
other.  In the morning the heat of the sun and her
body woke me up.  It took me a moment to realize
that it had not been a dream.  It had actually
happened to me.  When I stirred it woke up Maxine
and she kissed me on the mouth.  She had a strong
case of morning breath, but after that first kiss I
didn't notice the smell anymore.

      We greeted each other with a good morning
before we both realized that we need to relieve
ourselves.  We made our way to the bathroom.  I sat
on the toilet and started peeing into the bowl with
enough force that made a lot of sound as it splashed
into the bowl.

      Maxine stood there in front of me, making me
self-conscious.  It surprised me when she straddled
my legs and sat on my lap and started peeing on my
vulva.  Her piss flowed all over my cunt and joined
with my pee as it flowed into the bowl.  While we
were peeing she took hold of my shoulders, and
kissed me on the mouth while driving her tongue into
my mouth.  When our bladders were empty she used
her hand to wipe our pussies dry.  We brushed our
teeth.  The kiss after that was minty fresh.

      I would have normally been embarrassed about
being in the presence of another woman while we
were nude, but this morning I felt comfortable in the
company of this amazon.  We held hands while making
coffee and breakfast.  We lounged around all day
naked.  I kept the apartment warm enough to be
comfortable.

      I was fascinated by the prospect of seeing her all
dressed up as a dominatrix.  When I asked to see
what she looked like in her costume.  She agreed and
we got dressed.  I locked up my apartment before we
made our way to her Tahoe.  At least this time I
chose to wear slacks, so that getting up into her
vehicle was easier.

      It was exciting sitting next to this Amazon of a
woman on our way to her house.  I was impressed with
her home, it was warm and welcoming.  The furniture
was well made sturdy and expensive.  She showed me
around her house.  The only thing in her house to
reflect her lesbian lifestyle was a couple of paintings
of naked women, one had her body turned three
quarters away with her a hand lifting the breast while
she washed it with the other hands from a typical
blue on white "Dutch" porcelain bowl.  The second
painting was of a kneeling young Japanese woman
washing her body from a lacquered bowl.  This woman
was full frontal, so that her vulva with the straight
black pubic hair was visible, along with the brown
areolas and nipples.

      Maxine had a walk-in closet that was dedicated to
her wardrobe, but one section was reserved for her
dominatrix costumes befitting a woman prepared to
play the Sadomasochistic role.

      There was a variety of things to accentuate her
powerful figure.  Most of them made of leather and
chrome steel.  Brassieres made to lift, and show off
her large tits, corsets designed to cinch up her waist
while showing off her wide hips, boots with 6-inch
heels.  There were also paddles, whips and ropes to
bind the submissive.  The ropes were made of silk so
that they would bind without leaving marks.

      There was a leather covered bench in the middle
of the room.  I sat on it to watch Maxine undress,
and deck herself out in an intimidating costume.  The
effect of her putting on a black leather corset that
lifted her heavy breasts was exciting to see.  She put
on sexy dark nylons that had delicate lace self-
supporting tops that didn't need garters, but she
deliberately attached them to the corset with typical
elastic straps.  She didn't wear anything over her
crotch, so that her dark brown pubic bush would be
fully exposed to intimidate her submissive.  Just
sitting there looking at this majestic women was awe
inspiring, standing there with her hands on her hips.

      Maxine had no desire to use any of her
disciplinary devices on me, but she did want me to
learn to obey her every wish.  We spent the morning
with me between her legs sucking her pussy.  We
were lounging around after lunch, when she got a call.

      It was her little old missionary woman.  She
wanted to come over to preach to Maxine, as she
called it.  Maxine asked me if I would like to watch.

      It was Thursday, and I had taken a holiday, giving
me a four day weekend.  Even though she hadn't
asked me yet, I wanted to be with her the rest of my
holiday.  I wouldn't have objected to her servicing
another woman, even if the idea had not appealed to
me.

      She allowed me to put my little black dress back
on without anything on under it.  She had me help her
prepare the house for her guest.  It only took about a
half hour before the doorbell rang.  I waited in the
living room while Maxine answered the door.  I heard
her greeting her guest and when she escorted the
woman into the living room I would have recognized
her based on Maxine's description of her.

      Maxine introduced her as Bernice and told her
that I was her new friend, Roxane.

      She looked like the picture of a little old lady
evangelist.  Her gray hair was pulled back in a tight
bun on the back of her head, gold wire rim glasses
perched on her nose.  She wore a blue and gray print
dress with buttons down the front, a collar around
her neck, long sleeves, thin belt around her waist, and
the skirt went well below the knees.  She was wearing
ankle nylons, and blue practical shoes that were a
feminine version of men's oxfords.

      Bernice's face lit up, and she held her worn King
James Bible in her left hand as she held out her bony
right hand to shake my hand.  She also hugged me and
placed her cheek against my cheek.

      Maxine had her hand around my waist, as she told
me Bernice is a sweetheart that lives the good life
most of the time.  Everyone, but a few women like me
know her to be the perfect little old religious lady,
but she does have hidden carnal desires that surface
every couple of weeks.  She had to seek me out to
satisfy her desires.  She suffers from guilt for a
week or so, but then she suffers with her desires
until she gives me a call.

      Maxine reached out and pulled Bernice to her and
kissed her on the mouth while holding the back of her
head.  It was obvious that she was giving the woman
tongue.  Bernice was obviously embarrassed by being
kissed in front of another person.

      She unfastened the belt around the woman's
waist, and then she started unbuttoning the dress,
starting at the neck.  As soon as she had the dress
open below the waist, she pulled the dress free of
her body.  As she stepped out of the dress, I saw
that she had on a full slip.  Maxine had to pull the slip
over her head, and Bernice offered no resistance.
She just stood there blushing like a school girl caught
masturbating.

      That left her standing there in just her granny
panties and less than flattering brassiere.  She just
stood there while Maxine reached around her to
unhook the bra, and let it fall to the floor.  The
elastic in the panties had lost its elasticity a long
time ago, so a simple brush sent them falling down
her legs.

      It was strange to be looking at her naked.  I had
seen women like her all of my life and had never
considered what they looked like without clothes.  I
couldn't even picture them having pubic hair like
other people.  Her breasts sagged like empty
bladders.  The skin was thin and blood veins were
visible on her limbs.  It was strange looking at that
sweet little face and seeing what time had done to
her body.

      Maxine led the two of us to her wingback chair
and had me sit down.  My little black cocktail dress
rode up, exposing plenty of my thighs.

      Maxine removed her dressing gown, exposing her
domination costume, and grabbed a handful of
Bernice's hair, and forced her to eat my pussy, as she
quoted religious text.  She suddenly told me to get
behind Bernice and lick her asshole.

      I knew that I was going to be her sex slave for
life!



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