Date: Sat, 24 Jul 2004 05:57:33 -0400
From: JOAN NICHOLS <x2432jn@msn.com>
Subject: The Club Part 1 Lesbian-Authoritarian

This story is written for adult entertainment only.  If you are to young to
be here, please leave, good-bye.  Story content includes graphic sexual
acts, FEM/fem, spank, domination, etc.

The Club- Julia


     It was my first trip to a gay bar.  I knew little about the social
graces but knew why I was there.  At 45 most of my sex life had been with a
man.  I had a couple experiences with women but all were a one time thing
and left more to be desired.  Once I got my computer and started chatting I
found myself drawn to the bi\curious and lesbian rooms.  When I searched out
porn stories to read I always read those under gay or lesbian.  I also began
to notice that the stories I enjoyed most were those written about
dominance.  I began reading male\male stories and loved the stories where a
male was forced to be some other male's pussy boy.  I found a few sites that
included females dominate over other females but not near as many as you
could for male\male.  But when in chat I noticed most other women I met,
especially bi ones wanted to be dominated.  This made my search more ominous
as I too was searching for a dominate woman.

     I began searching personals but found when I got a reply I was too
scared to answer back.  I did establish a couple fem\fem relationships but
none close enough to make a reality at the time.  But they always left me
over stimulated and without.  A period came along in my life when I realized
that I was consumed by these fantasies.  I was reading porn all the time and
started writing my own.  I was jilling off three and four times a day
dreaming about pussy or reading a story of a female mistress.  I realized I
had enough and wanted to experience this in reality.

And so with sex on my mind I got ready to go out.  When I walked in I wanted
the ladies to know I had come to play and to play hard.  But was dressing
sexy to appeal to a woman the same as dressing for a man.  I didn't know but
I did know if anything got started I didn't want anything standing in its
way.  So I wore a pull over sweater with a deep v-opening and a skirt,
nothing underneath.  I  am a heavy woman so I could not go as far as true
slut clothes, mini skirt, halter top would not be appealing to anyone on me.
  A friend gave me a mild nerve pill and I had some weed so once I pulled
into the parking lot I was feeling good and wet with anticipation.  I looked
over the parking lot and secretly hoped I would be bent over one of these
cars before the night was over.

As I enter the bar I was thrilled, all women, I licked my lips.  I felt like
I had woke up in the middle of a wet dream and  it was coming true.  I
almost felt too weak to walk and felt as if every one was checking me out.
I had to compose myself.   I wanted to make eye contact, not stare at a
floor or bar.  I decided a drink might help.   I sat down on a stool at the
bar and the tender arrived quickly.

"What's your pleasure sweetheart?" she asked as she put a napkin and bowl of
peanuts in front of me.  When I looked up at the voice I saw a very butch
woman.  Very short brown hair and large brown eyes, no make up, flannel type
button up shirt and jeans that keys were attached to.  I batted my eyes at
her, really I did and lowered my chest onto the bar top.  I licked my lips,
damn I was slutting myself for this manly looking woman.  I did manage to
get out.

"A rum and coke, please ma'am".  This made her smile.

"I do love a girl who knows her manners," she said winking at me.  As
quickly as she had turned my drink was there.  I noticed several cherry
stems hanging over the top.
Then I felt her lean in from behind the bar.  She reached out to my drink
and grabbed a stem and pulled one of the cherries up.

"You got one of these baby?"  She dangled the cherry in front of me.  I
wanted to play.  I leaned in and extended my tongue up and out lapping for
the cherry.  She dropped it in my mouth, laughed and went back to serving
drinks.

"Better watch out for her, she can be a rather rough dyke I hear."  The
voice came from a rather tall, African-American woman, who looked to be in
her early 30s.  A stern face but beautiful features.  I couldn't help but
smile up at her.

"I guess it would help if I knew what I was looking for."
"Ah, first timer and curious."  She delivered the line like a statement.  I
couldn't help but flirt, hell this was what I was here for.

"Past curious, I am ready."

"That easy, are ya', what has you so ready for this.  A girlfriend who said
no, a flirtation that left you wondering or friend's experience?"

"A chat room meeting, that led to the phone and emails but so far no real
time,  due to travel and she is married."

"Yeah, me too,  but you know girls just wanna have fun.  So this married
friend of yours what did she want that has left you so ready?"  I looked
back at the bartender, she caught my glance and licked her lips.  Damn I
could feel the moisture on the stool.

"Ah my friend, Ms Ruth.  For one she has an incredible sultry voice, when I
hear it I just want to please her."

"The name is Julia, let's talk honestly.  Tell me what Ms Ruth said that
made you want to submit to her."  She let the word submit hang there.

"That she use to share a woman with her husband but now she wanted one just
for herself.  One that would do whatever she asked."

"Is that what you want?  To do whatever she ask of you?"  I swooned a little
thinking about Ms Ruth telling me what she wanted me to do to her.

"Yes, oh yes", it was a dreamy reply and it wasn't missed by Julia.  She was
reaching in her purse for something.  She pulled out a business card and
turned it over and wrote down something, then handed it to me.

"On the back is my pager number and e:mail address, put this in your purse
now.  I only have a few more minutes and then I need to leave."  She slide
closer to me, I could smell her sweetness.

"I am a lot like your friend Ms Ruth, but real time is a real possibility
here.  When I leave I want  you to follow me out to the car but first, here
are a few things to consider.  I am a very dominant woman, rough in a
different way then our bar tender here.  I am married and do not share my
women with my husband, or the knowledge of them.  I take good care of my
girls as long as they behave, if they don't I can make them very sorry they
didn't.  You want this pussy, it can be yours as long as you agree to do
whatever I ask of you, without hesitation.  If you are interested then email
me or page me.  Now finish your drink and wait for me in the parking lot."

At that she downed her drink, smiled at the dyke bar tender and went over to
a group of women talking and joined them.

I felt like I was under a spell and suddenly wish I had worn panties to
catch some of these juices.  I worried how wet the seat would be when I got
up.

I downed the drink, sat it down without looking up and headed to the door.
In the parking lot a few people stirred but since it was still early most
were either arriving or leaving.  I was only outside for a minute when I
felt a hand take my arm and lead me to the side of the building.   Julia
pushed me up against the wall and I felt her lips on mine and her hands
grabbing my breast.

I moaned as her lips ravaged mine.  I felt myself literally melt.  In my
moaning I called her name.  She stopped and stepped back.

"I don't know what Ms Ruth taught you about women like us but there are
rules.  You always refer to me as ma'am or Mistress Julia."  As she pinched
my nipples hard she added, "Always"  I realized she was waiting for me to
answer, shit I had frigged myself thinking about this moment.

"I am so sorry Mistress Julia, I won't disappoint you again."  You could
tell she was pleased at the submissive way I answered.

"I will lay all the rules out via email or on the phone you might want to
take notes as I do not tolerate disobedience.  But before any of this
happens I need to know that you can suck a pussy dry and how submissive you
truly are.  First, if this really does excite you then you should be soaking
wet by now.  Pull up your skirt bitch and let's see."
Damn, right here in the parking lot she wanted me to show her my cunt.  When
I lift my skirt she will see I have no panties on and know I am a whore.

I relaxed into the wall and reached down for the hem on my skirt, juices
continued to gush out of me.  I had to be true to these feelings, I had
jilled off to this very moment so many times.  I flew my skirt up and pushed
my steaming cunt at her, inviting her to feel how very hot I was for her and
she did.  When she saw the drops of cummy juice matted in my pubic hair she
plunged her hand between my legs.  I spread my legs wide.

"Oh yes Mistress Julia, I am your slutty bitch."  Her fingers groped me.
Mashing the tender walls within me.  She rubbed my juices all around and I
could feel pressure on my pussy hole.

"Yeah," she exclaimed, "I got me a white whore to suck this black pussy."

Then she grabbed my head and pushed me down to my knees.  I shivered all
over, more juices gushing out of me.  I was dizzy with desire.  There it was
right in front of me.  Oh how I had dreamed about this moment.  I could see
the pink of her inner lips.  I was drooling, my mouth filling with saliva.
I could smell it and I did.  I tickled its hair with my nose and inhaled
deeply.  There was no stopping me, I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her
to me.  I had my face all up in her pussy, I wanted this hair pie bad.

She was so juicy you could hear her cunt, sloshing around, puckering.  And I
lapped those juices up, oh yes sweet cummy juice fresh from my Mistress.
The taste, the smell, the desire all sparked me to create the perfect resume
to get the job of Mistress Julia's white, pussy whore.

Now to hear her cum, have her fill my mouth with her sweet juices.  I
started pulling her to and fro on my mouth.  Nibbling her clit every time it
came close.  And when I could I sent verbal messages.

"Thank you, oh thank you Mistress Julia."

"Thank you for giving me a taste of your most wonderful pussy."

"Mistress Julia, please allow me to serve you."  I was going for broke with
no thought to what I was getting myself into.  The more I  talked to her the
harder she fucked my face and I fucked her pussy back.  My tongue was
everywhere.  Flicking her clit, swiping her asshole, plunging into her pussy
hole.  And then I felt it.  My black Goddess was cumming.  She slammed her
pussy into my face banging my head off the wall.

"Oh yes bitch!"  She hollered as she pulled my hair.
"I am your Mistress, master over you."  She was really into it now.  My chin
was burning and I knew my face was bruised from her assault.

"Drink that pussy slime from your black Mistress whore."  And I had to,
there was no way I could move and her juices keep coming.  She seemed to
recover quickly but I did know her time was limited.

"Well alright, I have found me a white pussy whore.  You want that, don't
you little honky slut.  You want to be my whore, don't you?"
"Oh yes, I do, please Mistress Julia allow me to service you."  My eyes
instantly teared up from the open palm of her hand crushing my face.

"I am not a car, slut.  I am your black Mistress and you are my sorry ass
white sex slave.  Take this card and go and give it to the dyke behind the
bar.  Enjoy the rest of your night.  I will call for a full report
tomorrow."  And she was gone.

To all who have written thanks so much, I LOVE hearing from you.  These
stories are ones I wrote a good while back, I am not sure if I want to
finish this series or not but thought I would post most of what I have.  I
sincerely hope you enjoy them.
Let me hear from you:  x2432jn@msn.com