Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2017 20:06:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rose Becomes a Submissive (Lesbian/Authoritarian, oral, anal, WS, F/F)
Authoritarian, oral, anal, WS, 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
you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
Copyright 2017 Jan, All rights reserved
Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any
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Rose Becomes a Submissive
By
Jan
My first lesbian experience came about at an
office party held at my boss's home. I live and work
in a town southwest of London called Basingstoke. I
was a 40-years-old BWF at the time, and still living
with my mum and she was quit frail.
The object of my desire was my boss, named
Cynthia. She was a 55-year-old, and could also loose
a few pounds. She is an architect and team leader
and she is well respected and popular within the field.
She's a church goer of course, and as a lay person she
is involved with Sunday readings.
Cynthia is kind and sociable and always talking
about her gifted family. Of course Cynthia is
amazingly intelligent, practical, reasonable and
gracious too everyone, although she can be
surprisingly outspoken.
She Dresses sensibly but in a dowdy sort of way
due to thrifty shopping. I'm pretty sure she is not
above trawling charity shops. I prefer her in three
piece suits.
Her husband is mild mannered too. He is a lanky
school teacher. I did try and engage him on
conversation at the office party, but I was slurring
my speech so he moved away, because I was making a
fool of myself. I had been drinking enough to be
tipsy, so it was just as well that he avoided me, as I
was going to suggest a threesome. Men can't resist
that, and it seemed a price worth paying.
While reliving myself in their bathroom I couldn't
resist fishing a pair of Cynthia's soiled panties out of
the hamper and smelling the crotch while finger
fucking my pussy. Afterwards I stuffed them into
my panties before rejoining the party downstairs.
I had such a fetish for her I even had the
delicious and crazy urge to kneel in the car park and
suck the exhaust pipe of her Volvo Estate. In full
view of the office! What a declaration of love.
I was so drunk she wasn't about to send me home
in that condition, so after the other guests had left
Cynthia and her husband kept me behind while they
went about loading the dishwasher, emptying ash
trays, giving the floor a quick vacuum and spraying a
little air freshener around the house. After that
they helped me up the stairs. Her husband went to
bed, leaving Cynthia to take care of me.
She took me to the bathroom and stripped me of
all of my clothing and helped me get into the shower
and turned the cold water on me to shock me. I
threw-up in the shower, and used my feet to sweep
the vomit down the drain. I was relatively sober
when she turned the water off and allowed me to get
out of the shower. At that point it dawned on me
that she must have found her soiled panties I had
hidden in my own panties, and was embarrassed. I
was so ashamed for stealing a pair of knickers from
her laundry basket. While she was drying my body
with a large bath towel, she commented on the fact
that she had gotten her own dress soaking wet
holding me up in the shower.
She started taking off her clothes. Even her bra
was wet so she took that off too. Seeing her breasts
was enough to make my pussy wet. She had big soft
breasts that sagged somewhat with big dimpled pink
areolas with plump nipples. My eyes lingered on them
far too long. Cynthia noticed. She placed her hands
under both of her tits and lifted them up while
flipping her nipples with her index fingers as she
asked, "See something you like?"
I mumbled something untellable that made no
since at all. She let go of her breasts long enough to
hang her clothes up in the shower to drip dry. Then
she started peeling down her panties. I was dumb
stuck while watching her step out of her panties.
She had a dark bush with her labia minor lips
protruding through the bush. When she was totally
naked she said, "If you like smelling my panties you
will love smelling the true thing!"
With that she sat on the edge of the toilet seat
and spread her legs. She reached up and placed her
right hand on the back of my neck and pulled me down
to my knees between her legs. She pulled my head
right against her pussy and rubbed my face against
her hairy cunt. "You are going to eat my cunt anytime
I want, because you are going to be my BITCH from
now on!"
I couldn't argue because my mouth was full of her
wet pussy. I actually relished smelling and tasting
her wet cunt. I sucked on her clit and tongue fuck
her and sucked her cunt like I would never get
another chance. She pulled my head away by my hair
and placed her index finger just above her clit and
started peeing on my face. She demanded, "Open
your mouth BITCH!" and when her urine started
flowing out of my mouth she told me, "Drink my piss!"
and slapped my face.
I know when she came because her legs quivered,
and she smashed her pussy against my face as she
bucked her butt off the seat.
I had no idea what to expect after that.
She was not finished using me though. She
forced me to lie on the floor on my back. The floor
was wet with her urine as I rested the back of my
head on the floor. Cynthia squared over my head and
lowered her arse until she was smothering me with
her cunt and rubbed my face with her cunt before
she leaned back and rubbed her asshole all over my
face. She demanded, "Stick out your tongue out!" and
she grounded her asshole onto my tongue.
When she was finished using my mouth to satisfy
her desires she made me clean the floor while she
drew the tub full of warm bubble bath water. She
made me get in the tub and she joined me and had me
wash her arse clean before she settled down and had
me wash her body and clean myself.
When we were both squeaky clean she sat on the
rim of the tub with her back against the wall and had
me eat her pussy again. When she was satisfied she
drained the tub and we dried off with bath towels,
and she had me gather up my clothes and carry them
to her bedroom. Her husband had a bedroom at the
front of the house and her bedroom was in the back
with a verandah overlooking the back yard. She had
me hang my clothes while she pulled back the
bedspread, blankets and top sheet. She got in bed
and spread her legs, and then she demanded that I
get in the bed between her legs and eat her pussy.
When I crouched between her legs in a fetal
position and pressed my face against her cunt she
covered our bodies with the covers.
She told me, "I want you to wake me up in the
morning with your mouth!"
I ate her pussy until she had an orgasm and
drifted off to sleep. I went to sleep myself with my
face resting on her mat of aromatic pubic hair.
Sometime during the night I managed to turn on my
side still in the fetal position. I had no way of
knowing what time it was but as the bedroom warmed
up the heat under the covers woke me up and I was
sweating. I turned over and covered her cunt with
my mouth and diddled her clit with my tongue until
Cynthia stirred.
She flung back the covers and wrapped her legs
around my head and humped my face until she had an
orgasm.
We had to take a quick shower, being careful not
to get our hair wet. I had to put on the same clothes
I had worn to the party, while Cynthia put on fresh
clothes. She escorted me downstairs and made toast
and fresh coffee. We added a little jam to out toast
and sweetened or coffee. She drove me home before
her husband even got up.
I was terrified that my mother would be able to
tell that I had spent the night having sex with my
boss. At the same time I know that I would never be
able to say no to Cynthia or any other woman that
wanted to use me.
I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story
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janmay696@yahoo.com.