Date: Thu, 17 Sep 2009 10:22:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Small Town Domination (lesbian/authortarian, Dom, F/F, f/F, f/f..., f/F, F/F)
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This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women.
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Small Town Domination
By
Jan
One night I was working late along with
another woman. Hazel had excused herself to go to
the ladies room. After a long time I became
concerned that something was wrong with her. I
eventually followed her into the bathroom and upon
opening the second door I called out, "Hazel! Is
everything alright?"
When I entered the bathroom I saw her feet
under the partition of one of the cubicles. The door
to the stall was slightly open. I saw that her skirt
was pulled up around her waist, and her hand was
between her legs. There was no doubt that she was
stabbing her fingers into her cunt fast and
furiously. When she saw me she used her foot to
kick the door shut.
I felt foolish when I asked, "What are you
doing?"
Her response was just as foolish, "Oh Nothing!"
But she did put her foot back on the floor and let
the door swing open. That allowed me to get a full
frontal view of her pussy. She had either removed
her panties or didn't have any on in the first place.
She still had her hand resting on her cunt. "WELL I
WAS MASTURBATING!" then she giggled.
I rested my butt against the man made marble
vanity as I said, "I do that a lot myself. Are you
near cumming, if you are, go ahead and do it!" I
told her.
I did the same thing at least once a week
myself. No matter how many times I told myself
that it was too risky, I could not resist doing it.
Hazel said, "WELL I WAS about to cum, but
since you're here, I've kind of lost the mood."
"Will this help you get back in the mood?" I
asked while lifting my skirt up, giving her a great
view of my lace panties, as I stepped closer. I knew
that my dark pubic hair was visible through the lace
of the panties.
"Yes!" she said as she reached for the
waistband in order to pull the garment down.
"Not yet," I said, "We are almost finished
here, so how about we go to a motel and make a
night of it?"
(It was a Friday night, so there was no work
the following day.)
"GAWD Yes" she readily agreed.
We straightened up our clothes and the office
before she followed me to an inexpensive motel just
off the interstate. It was the kind of place where
the clerks rent out the same room more than once a
night.
We even took advantage of the closed circuit
TV to watch a porn movie of women eating pussy to
get in the mood for the real thing. I do love the
smell and taste of a ripe pussy. While she had her
head buried between my legs I had plenty of time to
remember my past.
* * * * *
I grew up in a small town located in the central
valley of California on the old Highway 99. The town
all but blew away when the new 5 Freeway bypassed
the town several miles west of 99. My family
belonged to one of those fundamental rightwing
churches that preach that all sex is a sin and only
the righteous will be saved when Armageddon comes.
You can't help but wonder why they have so many
children.
I was a 14-year old, with brown eyes and long
dark hair. I was barely 85 pounds, a petite girl, and
thought I would never develop. I was just rebellious
enough to defy the dress code at church.
I was always being admonished by a self-
righteous woman called Sister Karen. She was
married, medium length dirty blond hair, and the
most crystal blue eyes I have ever seen. She had a
slender body from years of hard work. All of her
dresses looked alike, simple cotton prints that ended
well below her knees. I was sure she wore pantyhose
with her simple practical shoes. Even in those sack
dresses her breasts were impressive. I was too
young to know for sure but I'm sure she must have
been a 36-C, or better. I might have been
deliberately pushing her just because her body was
too good to be wasting it on the rubes in this town.
One day she pulled me aside, because my skirt
was well above my knees, showing off my bare
thighs. She pulled me out of the classroom, and
pulled me into an empty room. She made me sit
down. I made sure I sat down very unladylike, while
she gave me a lecture about the proper way for
righteous women to dress. I caught her eyes
returning to the center of my body several times.
When she paused for a second to catch her
breath, I asked, "Do you like what you see?"
Her face turned red and she was standing over
me when she slapped my face hard enough to almost
knock me off the chair. We wound up on the floor.
She was stronger than me and I fought back as
much as I could but at some point I found myself
pinned to the floor and she was kissing me on the
mouth. She was also rubbing her body between my
legs. We were both sweating by the time she
recovered her composure. She threated to never
come to church dressed like a whore again.
She made me go home with her. I expected
that her husband would be there, but she told me
that her husband was in San Francisco. She called
my mother to tell her that I would be spending the
night for attitude adjustment.
When it was bedtime she surprised me by
insisting that we were not going to put on any
nightgowns. I got a good look at her breasts as they
sagged on her chest a little. When she lifted them I
saw that there was a heat rash under the tits where
her bra rested on her ribs. I lowered my eyes down
to check out what her cunt looked like. Her pubic
hair was the same dishwater blond as the hair on her
head, if not lighter. It was not all that thick and
her labia were clearly visible sticking well below her
crack.
She didn't even turn out the light when we went
to bed. She drew me close to her and felt me up,
like boys did in the back seat of their cars. She
encouraged me to feel her up too. I was fascinated
with her breasts. They felt so soft under my hands.
She did caution me not to squeeze so hard. It was
thrilling to bury my face between her tits. I could
smell her natural body odor because she didn't use
perfumes. The only fragrance I could smell was
Irish Spring soap. In the heat of the moment I
placed my hand between her legs and felt her pussy.
She spread her legs to give me full access to
her cunt. I finger fucked her until she climaxed. I
could feel how slippery the walls of her pussy got.
When she finished I withdrew my hand and could not
resist smelling my fingers. It was so exciting to be
doing something so forbidden. I didn't even have to
ask her to suck my pussy.
She got down between my legs and sucked my
pussy like a sex starved whore. She didn't resist
when I placed my hands on her head and directed
the action. She didn't even flinch when I rolled my
body up and pushed her head down so that she could
lick my asshole.
After that I made a point to be alone with her
several times a week. If her husband was home I
would confront her at church after the congregation
made their exit. During the day when there was no
one around but the two of us. I would confront her
with my desire for sex.
It would embarrass her when I would pull up my
skirt and show her that I didn't even have panties
on. She would practically be crying as she would go
to her knees in front of me and suck my pussy. I
became aware that I could make her do anything I
wanted. Any time she hesitated to do as I wanted, I
simply would walk away leaving her begging me not to
leave.
While I was turning Sister Karen into my
personal sex slave I was gathering five girls at
school around me. We would remain after our
softball practice or games until the other girls had
dressed and gone before we would take our shower
together. Every team has a few girls so religious
that they would not even dish the dirt with the rest
of the team. The rest of us would have a great time
peeing on each other before we would shower. You
know that we could not keep that up for long before
the coach caught us.
She was one of the girls that had grown up in
the valley herself but had gone to college in Oregon
just to find out what it was like to live in a
community where it actually rained regularly. She
went to college as a Biology Major with a full
scholarship to play softball for U of O. She was still
under thirty and had an athletic build with a blond
ponytail under her baseball cap.
She knew right away that I was the instigator
of the games. She singled me out when the rest of
my gang had hastily made their departure. Rather
than admonish me with threats of expulsion, she
drove me home. Only she pulled her Ford pickup off
the rural road behind a wind row of trees and
started kissing me. There was no argument from
me. I was happy to remove my panties and fling my
left leg over the back of the bench seat. The coach
sure knew what to do with her mouth. I did not
need to be told what to do to her afterwards.
When Sister Karen and her husband moved to
San Francisco, there were the tearful goodbyes, but
I was already spending most of my time with the
coach. The only problem was I could not control her.
I had developed a taste for dominating older women.
It was only natural that I looked for another
Sister Karen in the church. After all, what better
place to find a woman that would be completely
submissive? It didn't take long to find her
replacement. The church had a sweet, slender
woman, very tall that played the Yamaha electric
organ for church services. She dressed just as
conservatively as Sister Karen. Her hair was a
chestnut brown. She was not a vain woman so she
never let her hair reach the back of her neck. One
look at her and you knew she could not look another
person directly in the eye when talking to them. It
was a simple matter to befriend her.
I asked her if she could teach me to play the
organ. She was flattered to be asked and offered
to teach me for free. We would meet in the library
of the church because it was the coolest room in the
building. While she was standing behind me placing
my hands on the keyboard I deliberately rested my
head between her small breasts. I could tell by her
breathing that she was excited, even if she could not
bring herself to admit it.
One day when she was sitting in a wooden chair
next to me I placed my hand on top of her thigh.
The thin cotton summer dress allowed me to feel her
muscles in her legs. I could tell that she was very
nervous but could not bring herself to admit that I
was touching her inappropriately. She was trying to
make believe that nothing was going on. When my
hand slipped into her lap and pressed the material of
her dress against her crotch, her hands froze on the
keyboard. She turned her head towards me and was
about to say something, when I kissed her on the
mouth. She was too shocked to respond. She sat
there dumbfounded by my actions. The kiss
disturbed her so much she forgot all about my hands
resting on her pussy until I stuffed her dress and
panties into her crack with my finger. That caused
her to grab my wrist and she protested, "You
shouldn't be doing things like that."
She was not strong enough to pull my hand
away from her pussy. I masturbated her until she
actually climaxed. At that point she surrendered to
me completely. She kissed me on the mouth as
passionately as any woman had ever kissed me
before. It was my turn to be shocked.
She pushed the keyboard away and knelt in
front of me. I was still in the habit of wearing
short skirts. She pulled my tight panties aside to
expose my pussy. When she saw my damp pubic hair
she kissed my vulva as passionately as she had my
mouth. I knew I had my replacement slave as I
rubbed my pussy all over her face. At the moment I
was brought back to the present when my coworker
pulled my pubic hair.
* * * * *
Hazel had pulled some of my pubic hairs with
her teeth. I could not let her get away with that
unpunished, because I would lose control of our
relationship. I grabbed a handful of hair and rolled
over on top of her. I sat on her lovely breasts and
ground my pussy into her mouth before I pissed into
her mouth. She surrendered completely to me at
that point, and swallowed my pee as fast as she
could. We were a couple of sweaty whores by
morning. We didn't bother showering in that place.
We went directly to her home to gather up her
things and headed to my home. There would be
plenty of time to move her belongings into my home
later.
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