Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2003 14:29:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Southern Comfort (Authoritarian F/FF)
Warning:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between women. If this type of content
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Southern comfort
By
Jan
Patti was living her dream. She had opened her hand and
foot salon. She was now about to indulge her favorite passions.
She had worked for a few years for another woman until she
had the certificate and backing of one of her dearest customers
to open her own shop.
Patti is twenty-four-years old. She is a good looking
woman with sun streaked spiked hair. She is five-feet six and
125 pounds. Her 36-inch D sized breasts do draw a lot of
attention from both men and women. Her pride and joy are her
two-inch long fingernails. She keeps them manicured and
coated with clear lacer. No colored polishes for her. She
wanted everyone to know that her nails were not acrylic. She
did however paint the half-moons white at the base of each nail.
With nails as long as hers she had to be very careful with her
manicure tools. She hated to break any of her nails. They were
her fetish. And her sexual preference was older women.
Her desire for older women came naturally because of
her introduction to lesbian sex. When she was seventeen-years-
old there had been a weekend gathering for family. She had
invited her boyfriend. On the hot summer days it was a family
tradition that the women retired after dinner (lunch) for a nap.
Patti's mother would not hear of Patti sleeping with her
boyfriend and insisted that she sleep with her older sister,
Patti's aunt. Little did her mother know that her sister was an
experienced lesbian!
Aunt Peg was a stocky lady with stylishly short gray hair.
She was a fifty-year-old divorced woman. Her figure was
muscular, rather than flabby. She dressed very classy and her
jewelry was always in good taste. The rings she wore drew
your eyes to her nails. She had broad fingernails and she only
use clear lacquer on them. That was where Patti's nail fetish
started. At family gatherings Patti would often stare at Peg's
fingers. Her nails were always between one and two inches
long. They were always perfectly kept polished.
It was during a holiday family gathering that her Aunt
changed Patti's life. Like a lot of southern family they would
have a large dinner around noon and take a two-hour nap
afterwards. The women would retire to bedrooms to nap while
the men would gather in the parlor to play billiards and smoke
cigars.
Aunt Peg joined Patti in her room for the nap. They
discreetly changed into nightgowns in the bathroom. Patti, a
precocious and daring young woman, chose a provocative
teddy. She liked to show off her large breasts and tanned legs.
Peg selected a sheer nightgown that showed off her muscular
body. Her body had the look of a professional bodybuilder. As
they settled down on the bed they talked about a number of
things.
After they had "dished" all the relatives at the gathering
the conversation got around to Patti's relationship with her
boyfriend. Peg was stroking Patti's hair and face gently with
her long fingernails. Patti found herself confiding her
frustration with him to Peg.
"He expects me to suck his cock on every date but never
returns the favor. He was too fucking macho to kiss and suck
my pussy. I'm getting tired of getting a cum facial and got
even getting off myself!"
Aunt Peg said, "My husband and a lot of men are like
that. There are other ways to satisfy ones' self."
Patti was not sure what she was talking about. She found
masturbation entertaining but not as satisfying as having
another person getting her off. She changed the subject by
commenting on how much she admired Peg's fingernails.
Peg thanked her as she put her index finger into Patti's
mouth and asked Patti to suck on it.
Patti found that the inch long nail was carefully buffed to
a round edge. There was no sharp edge on the nail. Patti
sucked on the nail for a long time. Patti sucked on each
fingernail in turn. Patti found herself sucking on her Aunt's
fingers like she sucked on her boyfriend's cock. Peg was
moaning softly as Patti sucked on her fingers.
"Oh! Baby, you have no idea how much that turns me
on!", Peg whispered.
Patti found that she was getting excited too. As she
sucked on Peg's finger on her left hand Peg's other hand slid
down her body and under the hem of her teddy. When Peg
found Patti's pussy she was thrilled to find that it was sopping
wet. The second the nail touched Patti's clit, Patti climaxed.
Patti cried out loudly as her orgasm swept over her.
Peg sat up and took off her nightgown and struggled with
pulling off Patti's teddy while she lay on her back. Peg lay on
top of Patti and ground her hairy pussy into Patti's tender
mound as she kissed her on the mouth. Peg slid down Patti's
body until she was almost off the bed and her face was right
over Patti's cunt. Patti was still sucking on the fingernails on
her left hand. Peg was using her fingernails of her right hand to
trace the outline of Patti's areola on her left tit. Then Peg
lapped at Patti's clit like a kitten. It only took a minute before
Peg felt Patti's body going ridged again. Peg pinched the
nipple with her nails as she placed her mouth over Patti's entire
cunt.
As Patti started to climax she opened her mouth to cry
out again. Peg stuffed her hand into Patti's mouth to gag her.
As they rested peg said, "You are a screamer! I am going to
have to muffle you to keep from alerting everyone what we are
doing in here." The both chuckled at that.
Peg chose to muffle Patti by mounting her head and
every time Patti tried to cry out she would smother her mouth
with her hairy pussy. Peg sucked off Patti two more times
before they had to clean up and get dressed to rejoin the family.
Patti had climaxed more times in those two hours than
she had in a month of dates with her boyfriend. Patti broke up
with her boyfriend that weekend. She had found the love she
wanted in her Aunt. There was no need to date men as long as
her Aunt could make her come so easily. From that first taste
of cunilingus Patti had a thing for older women.
When she graduated from school she took up manicuring
to indulge her fetish for both fingernails and older women. She
worked in an established salon long enough to build up a
clientele that would follow her when she opened her own shop.
The shop she opened was a narrow building sandwiched
between a hair stylist salon and a health spa. It was a very good
location. The customers were pampered ladies that thought
nothing about spending their husband's money on expensive
treatments to keep their trophy looks.
She did love the dear bottle blondes and blue and
Champaign colored hair of her ladies. It was one of these ladies
that provided the backing for her to open her shop. They knew
that they could make a go of the business because they brought
along with them a customer base of special ladies that relished
her special manicures and pedicures.
These ladies simply loved to reline in the barber style
chairs while Patti's girls worked on their manicures. Patti
would personally do the pedicures for these ladies because they
would come in with no underwear on. As Patti would sit at
their feet she would get a great view of the pubis. They varied
from clean-shaven to thick bushes. Patti's girls all knew that if
a customer wanted a little foreplay or even a date for sex after
working hours it was up to them if they wanted to do it. They
did make great tips if they were willing. Patti liked to service
her special customers herself.
One day a woman walked into Patti's shop that caught
her eye right away. Patti took special interest in her for a
number of reasons. The woman introduced herself as Melba.
She did not have an appointment, but wanted to know if she
could have a manicure in her shop.
The law may have abolished segregation but in the Deep
South it still flourishes just fine. Melba was a 200 hundred
pound five-foot tall black woman. She was a dark skinned full
lipped woman of about fifty-five.
Patti took one look at her four-inch nails and assured her
that she was welcome in her establishment any time and she
would be happy to personally look after her nail for her.
Melba wanted them polished and airbrushed perfectly.
She was a very demanding customer but she tipped well. She
became a regular customer and always called to make her
appointment with Patti.
Patti found this plump black woman with her massive F
sized breasts to be very sexy. It only took a few weeks for their
relationship for her to become flirtatious. Late on a Friday
afternoon Melba called and asked Patti if she would drop by her
home after work to do an emergency nail repair so she could
attend a special function that evening. Patti wrote down the
address and phone number and assured her that she would be
there within a half-hour after closing time.
When Patti knocked on the front door of the antebellum
apartment building. She was impressed. It was one of those
old building that had gone through a long history of opulence
followed by a long decline that lead to disrepair. Then the
neighborhood had gone through a refurbishment. That brought
the neighborhood back to state where they looked as good as
they had a hundred and sixty years ago. Only people of
substantial means could afford to live in the neighborhood.
Melba answered the door dressed in a lovely silk house-
robe in a brilliant red with large tropical flowers all over it. She
excused her attire, saying that she had just got out of her tub.
She was very proud of her home. As she showed Patti
around she pointed out old fixtures that had been recovered and
refurbished to return the home to its original state. She pointed
out that her great-grandmother had been a slave maid in this
very home. She took great pride that she had been able to
restore this home. It gave her special pride to own the very
home where her great-granny had served.
They retired to Melba's bedroom and Patti opened her
manicure took box and set about filling the broken nail in
preparation for applying an acrylic repair. They were sitting
next to each other on a recliner in front of the rote-iron balcony
that afforded them a view of the old tree lined boulevard.
As Patti repaired the nail Melba's dressing gown opened
and Patti could not take her eyes off the massive cocoa colored
mammary bags that confronted her. The areolas were dark
ovals with nipples that were as big as the first joint of her little
fingers. She could not help staring at the breasts.
Melba noticed where Patti's eyes were fixed. She got a
big grin on her face. As Patti worked on her right hand Melba
placed her left hand under her right breast and lifted it up and
asked Patti if she wanted to play with them?
Patti blushed and admitted that she really would love to
fondle with them. Melba leaned forward and guided her nipple
into Patti's mouth. Patti was like a greedy little pig noisily
sucking on the nipple. She had to stop herself long enough to
finish painting the new nail to match the others.
As she was finishing with her airbrush Melba lay back on
the recliner and lazily untied the sash of her robe and let it fall
open to expose the front half of her body. Patti was looking at
her round form with the overhanging tummy that covered half
of her pubis. What portion of her pubis was visible was
covered with the tightly coiled kinky hair. As she spread her
legs Patti could see the red flesh of her inner labia that turned to
a dark chocolate color at the outer fringe. Patti was a nervous
wreck by the time she finished cleaning the airbrush. She knew
that if she let the lacquer dry in the airbrush she would have to
replace it.
After she placed the airbrush back into her box and
closed it up, she turned back to face the cocoa colored thick
thighs of the object of her desire. As she placed her hands
under the thighs and buried her face in the opening of Melba's
cunt. The hair felt almost like steel wool on her nose. The
smell was a mix of soap and the unmistakable odor of pussy.
Melba wrapped her thick legs around Patti's head. With
her head held in the vice like grip Patti could not have lifted her
head even if she had wanted to do so. As it was she had to
breathe through her nose and even that was getting pussy juice
in it. Melba had a quick climax.
When she recovered she asked Patti if she wanted to
accompany her to the party her was invited too. Patti
complained that she was not dressed to go to a party. Melba
assured her that she had a costume that would look charming on
her. Patti agreed to go with her.
Melba had Patti help her get dressed in a period costume
right out of the Civil War. It was stunning satin royal blue
dress with three hoops in the white petty coat. Patti had to use
her knee to cinch up the merry widow corset before helping
Melba into the dress. The one thing Melba did not add to her
costume was the ruffled bloomer's that covered the legs all the
way to the ankles. She chose typical shoes from the period that
suited her. Then she added a rope of flawless pearls wrapped
around her neck between her breasts. She added matching
earrings and a powered wig.
Patti admired the stunning effect of the regal looking
black woman dressed up like a Southern bell. Then she realized
she had not seen what Melba planned for her to wear.
Patti, "What am I going to wear Honey?"
Melba smiled and told her to get undressed. Patti did as
she was told. She was down to her panties and bra when Melba
told her that will never do everything has to go. She finished
removing the last of her garments and stood naked before her
new lover.
Melba give her naked body an approving smile, when she
saw that Patti trimmed her dark colored pubic hair into what
could be called a bikini cut. Then she handed Patti dark pumps
that may have been used in the 1800's. Patti stood on one leg at
a time as she slipped them on.
Patti was still wondering what her costume was going to
look like. Melba stepped into her walk-in closet and returned
with a starched blue and white vertical stripped apron. She
placed it around Patti's neck and turned her around and tied the
sash around her waist with a stiff bow.
Patti could see her reflection in the wall mirrors. The
strap around her neck came over her shoulders and down the
sides of her breasts. The top of the apron had a pushup wire in
it so that it held up her breasts without covering her silver dollar
sized areolas. The mauve colored areolas and nipples were
visible. The bottom of the apron stopped short of Patti's pubis.
The brown hair was playing peek-a-boo through the lace. The
only thing covering her ass was the ends of the three inch wide
sash.
Patti said, "You really don't expect me to go out in
public dressed like this?"
Melba slapped her hard on her face and said, "You are
going to be my pussy slave tonight and will do what ever I tell
you to do!"
Patti, "Yes Ma'am!"
Melba selected two cotton overcoats that were also
period items. She made a phone call that was brief. They only
had time to have one drink before the door chime rang.
When Melba opened the front door a footman was
standing there and took her hand as she led Patti to the open
carriage. The footman opened the door and pulled down the
steps for the ladies and took their hands as they entered the
carriage. He quickly folded the metal steps up and closed the
door. He quickly mounted the step on the back of the carriage
and hung on as the driver popped the buggy whip and said,
"click.click" out of the side of his mouth. As they left the city
lights Melba buckled a jewel-studded dog collar around her
neck with a long leash attached.
It was an exciting half-hour ride to the outskirts of town
and up a long tree lined approach to a white pillared Federalist
home. It had all the effect of being a pre-Civil War party. As
they entered the central hall a butler announced them loud and
clear as "Mistress Melba and company."
Melba made a grand entrance leading Patti behind her by
the leash. After they gave the butler their over coats. Patti was
taken by the fact that there were only women at this party. All
the women dressed in the pre-Civil War costumes were black
women. The ones dressed, as men were dressed like plantation
owners in riding pants and boots with velvet collars on dress
coats. They were smoking cigars and everyone was drinking
from long stemmed glasses.
They were greeted my host and hostess with a warm hug
and complements at how charming her handmaid looked. Patti
blushed and saw that the girls serving, as maids were dressed
like her. They all looked like they were no more than twelve to
thirteen years old.
The marvelous chandlers may have been electric but they
had a flickering amber glow that filled the room with a candle
like glow. The room was filled with the soft sound of music
from an unseen band. Couples were ballroom dancing. When
one of the ladies dressed as a man approached Melba and
bowed in front of her and asked, "May I have the honor of
being the first to place my name in your dance card?"
Melba smiled and held out her wrist and allowed the
person to sign her dance card. She handed Patti her leash and
told her to help serve the guests.
Patti watched, as the two of them danced round the hall
with the hoop skirt bellowing out like a bell. She felt the hand
on her elbow as a young white girl led her to the kitchen. She
was allowed to remove the leash and was handed a tray. She
followed the girl back to the hall and started serving the guests.
As she passed through the spectators around the dance
floor she felt a variety of hands groping her body. Nothing was
forbidden. Her nipples were being pinched; fingers were
probing her cunt and ass. Patti saw that the other girls were
smiling sweetly as they were felt up too.
As the evening progressed Patti saw that the finally
dressed women had their breasts exposed over the tops of their
dresses. Some of the women dressed as men were sucking and
playing with them. Other women had the young white girls
sucking on heir breasts. She was watching all of this when she
felt the presence of Melba standing next to her.
Melba led Patti to a bench located between white marble
pillars. Patti did not resist as Melba lowered her onto her back
on the bench. Then Melba gathered up the hem of her hoop
skirt and lifted it up. She backed over the bench and sat on
Patti's face. She was half-sitting and standing over Patti's head
and she sat there rocking back and forth as she ground her cunt
into Patti's mouth. She had released the hem of the skirt. It fell
down over Patti almost obscuring Patti's body completely.
She rocked her body in time to the dance music and
fanned her face with her folding fan. Patti had no idea what
was going on. All she knew was that she was lapping on the
wet flesh of her black mistress as fast as she could.
She heard the voice of a woman talking to Melba about
how nicely the gala was going. The woman could see the lower
half of Patti's body lying on her back sticking out from under
the dress. She asked Melba if she minded if she used the girl.
Melba assured her that Patti was a willing slave.
The woman moved behind Melba and opened her ridding
britches and exposed a black rubber dildo. She flipped up the
lace of the apron and straddled the white body and lowered her
tool into the dark hair. All Patti could do was moan as the tool
entered her body. The woman was fucking her as she reached
abound Melba's body to play with the massive breasts.
Patti serviced the mistress's cunt diligently until Melba
climaxed and almost smothered her. When Melba stood up and
moved away from the bench that was when Patti saw for the
first time the woman that was fucking her.
It was the woman that was acting as the host of the party.
She was still dressed like a man. When she pulled back Patti
could see the black rubber dildo shinning from her own pussy
juice. The woman used her thumb to stimulate Patti's clitoris
as she fucked her. She felt herself reaching her climax and
knew it was going to be a strong one. When she let out a
climatic sigh the woman pulled her dildo out and stood up with
her tool hanging out.
Patti lay there recovering and watched the room. Women
were in varying stages of undress and making love to each other
all over the place. The teenaged white girls were being sucked
and fuck much like she had just been.
Patti was too weak to move. She was so busy watching
the action that she didn't even notice the girl that had given her
the serving tray. The girl knelt between Patti's legs and sucked
her pussy. Patti was sore from the fucking she had just had. It
was almost painful to have the girl's mouth and tongue working
on her cunt.
Melba had straddled the bench and rested her back
against the pillar. She held up her skirt and ordered Patti to turn
over and suck her cunt again. Patti did as she was told and
straddled in bench face down and lapped at the hairy cunt. The
wiry hairs broke off between Patti's teeth and some got caught
on the back of her throat and she had to cough them up.
While she was sucking her mistress's pussy again her
backside was exposed to the lust of any passing woman. After
the first couple of times she felt a finger probing the crack of
her ass she didn't even bother looking to see who it was.
Then she felt the smooth naked thighs of someone
straddle her legs again. When she felt the fingers parting her
buns she looked back to see their hostess totally naked body as
she knelt behind her and buried her face between the cheeks of
her ass. Patti almost pissed as she felt the tongue probing her
anus. She felt Melba's four-inch fingernails racking her back.
She would not have been surprised if her back was bleeding.
Then she felt another strap-on dildo as it sought out the
opening of her anus. The head of the tool was very slippery but
Patti felt like her asshole was on fire as it was being invaded.
She felt like her flesh was being ripped apart. The pain in her
ass was stronger than the pain of the fingernails clawing at her
back. She was having a hard time keeping her mind on sucking
on the chocolate pussy in front of her face.
By the time the sun started filling the hall with light Patti
was sexually spent. Even a gentle touch felt like a lit match
was touching her flesh. They both got dressed and called for a
cab to take them home. When the cab arrived they were in their
overcoats. They thanked their hosts and were almost asleep by
the time they were home.
When they were home they bathed together it was
refreshing to get the mix of perfume from so many women and
the smell of expensive cigars. They soaked in the hat water
until the water-cooled off so much that it felt uncomfortable.
When they dried each other off Patti got a look at her back in
the mirror and saw the red welts on her back. They looked like
someone had whipped her with a cat-of-nine.
Patti jokingly told Melba that she deserved to have her
ass whipped for doing that to her back. She said she was not
going be able to wear a backless dress for days. When they
went to bed to rest for the day Patti racked Melba's back with
her nails and found that her dark skin would have white
scratches on it. It looked like peeled skin in streaks.
Melba responded by using her weight to subdue Patti and
make her eat her pussy by sitting on her face. When Patti did a
good job and made her cum Melba masturbated her with her
fingernails until Patti was exhausted.
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