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Authoritarian, anal, and dom, F/F, F/FFF
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A Story of Domination
By
Jan
I was leaving work at the office when I heard, "Darla wait up!" When I turned to see who was calling out my name, it was my boss Clara. We worked for Capital Records Club in the accounting office on Sunset Boulevard. I had been working there for a little more than a year. Clara caught up with me before I made my way out of the front door.
She asked me to join her for a drink. I couldn't refuse her offer, besides I was just going to go home, and hand wash some delicate things. I had moved from the Young Women's Christian Association (YWCA) to a little old duplex in the Silver Lake area. The rent was exorbitant, so I had very little extra spending money. Getting the chance to interact with someone, as appose to spending the evening watching the boob-tube until bed time would be a pleasure. Her invitation to have a drink was a welcome diversion.
I was would have to spend money to use the local bus anyway. Clara escorted me back to the elevators and down to the second level basement to her car. She even opened the door for me. It was just short drive to the cocktail lounge and she parked in the lot behind the row of attached buildings. We entered through the back door, and had to walk past the manager's office and the smell of disinfectant emitted from the door to the ladies room. There was a long bar made of a dark wood with stools in front of it. To the left was a raised platform for a grand piano there was a small dance floor and booths against the wall. The place smelled of spilt booze and perfume. It was rather dark in the place, so it took me a moment for my eyes to adjust, before I realized that all of the patrons were women. It was only 5:30 pm, so there were only a few ladies in the place. There were a couple of old women sitting at the bar, and just one booth had a couple of women sitting together.
Carla directed me to a booth after ordering two whisky sours, and carrying them with us to the booth. I had hardly even noticed how much she had manipulated me over the months that I worked for her. When we went to lunch together she would manipulate me into ordering whatever she suggested. I had no idea that she was testing my resistance and establishing herself as my dominate mother figure to me even though she was only few years older than me.
While we were sipping our drinks she placed her hand on top of my free hand and told me how much she felt responsible me.
She told me that when she first came to California she had experienced the same things I was going through. She had gotten a minimum paying job, and was barely able to pay my rent and feed myself. I was fortunate enough to meet a lady that offered me an opportunity to go to work for her. I eventually learned enough that a head hunter from Capital Records offed me a lucrative off to become the supervisor of the accounting section. I hired you because you reminded me of myself when I got here.
She told me that she had some bad experiences when she got here. She had dated a man that took advantage of her and raped her. She had also met a couple of other young women that befriended her and took advantage of her sexually. I was almost ready to commit suicide when I met that older woman that took me under her wing and mothered me. I grew to love her, so much that I was happy to bestow all of the sexual favors those other girls forced me to do.
I'm telling you this because I would like to help you avoid the same things that happened to me. I suspect that you are as naive as I was. I even suspect that you have never had sex with a female before.
I had to admit that I had never contemplated such a thing, because my family taught me that anything that took place outside of the marriage between a man and a woman was the rout to damnation. I did hear stories about some girls at school, and I did wonder what it was all about.
Carol told me, "The only thing unnatural is sex without love. I would never do anything to hurt you. All I would ever do is to do everything in my power to please you!"
I felt the sincerity in her proclamation. When she rested her hand on top of mine I felt the warmth of her hand. I couldn't help looking at the other patrons with a little embarrassment. The bartender was busy slicing lemons and lines. She was not paying any attention to us at all. The two older women sitting at the bar talking to each other. They were even holding hands. At one point the one with silver haired lady leaned over and kissed the other woman o the mouth. When I turned my eyes towards the booth where the couple was sitting, I witnessed the older woman sitting hip to hip of a girl no older than me place her hand in the lap of the girl and stroke her pussy. It was all very strangely erotic to me. It was as if there was something compelling about the way these women were acting.
Carol saw that I was uncomfortable, and suggested why don't we go someplace for diner?"
I was relieved at the suggestion, and we made our way out the back door. She took me to a small restaurant where we had a nice meal. During the meal we discussed ourselves. She was particularly interested in my story. I had left home with very little clothes, and had to live in the Young Woman's Christian Association (YWCA). I couldn't afford to move out for several weeks after I got the job with Capital until I saved up enough money to pay the first and last month's rent and get the utilities turned on. I barely make enough to pay the rent, utilities, and eat, so I don't have enough extra money for extras.
Carol expressed concern about my lot, she even noticed that all of my nylons had runs in them. She told me that when she first got to California she struggled to make ends meet too. She told me that she did a lot of shopping at a thrift store on Sunset. She suggested that she take me there after we ate.
She drove me to the store and we had fun looking that the clothes. Some of the items were trash, but there was a lot of nice thing to select from. She helped me pick out a half dozen dressed that would be appropriate for work. She even went into the changing room with me to help try them on. She was very complimentary about my figure. She told me that when she was my age she had been a 36-B too, and didn't need a bra too.
While I was getting changed she gathered up the clothes we had selected and paid the clerk for them without telling me. The clerk bagged them up before I had emerged from the changing room in my own clothes. I protested when I found out that Carol had paid for everything. She assured me that it hadn't been that much and I would pay her back when I could afford it.
She drove me home and helped me carry the bags up the stairs to the little apartment I was renting. It was dismally small one bedroom apartment that had been built when silent movies were being made in Hollywood, and it showed all of the neglect. I was embarrassed to let Carol see it. I offered to make coffee, and she accepted right away.
We dumped the bags on the single chair and she sat on the cheap little couch, while I went into the kitchenette and put the coffee pot on. While the coffee was brewing I joined Carol to start taking the clothes out of the bags. She insisted that I try them on for her. I took off my dress and put on the first one. Carol complemented me on how nice it looked on me. She even ran her hands over my hips to smooth the material out. About that time the coffee was finished brewing, so I excused myself to pour us two mugs of coffee, I asked her if she wanted cream and sugar. She said just sugar, so I added a couple of tea spoons of sugar to our mugs, and joined her.
After we tasted our coffee and she was satisfied with the taste, she insisted that I try on the next dress. She sat there and smoothed out the material every time. It became natural for me to let her feel the material. Then I found an additional dress I had not seen. It was a simple little black cocktail dress. I protested that she shouldn't have. She told me that every girl should have a little black dress to go dancing in.
I had to remove my bra to put on the dress. Carol asked if she could touch my breasts. I was embarrassed but didn't object when she cupped both tits. When I put the dress on and turned around for her she commented, "Honey...when you wear tis dress out in public, may I suggest that you go commando, because pantie-lines will show."
We both chuckled at the remark, but she was not kidding. Carol asked me if I had a full length mirror available, and I told her on the back of the bathroom door. She told me to take a look, and check again after removing my panties. The dress did hug my butt tight enough that my pantie-line was visible. I hiked up the dress and pulled my panties off. Sure enough there was just the swell of my butt visible now. I returned to the other room with the panties wadded up in my hand. Carol was very complimentary of the look. She asked, "Would you like to go dancing with me tomorrow?"
I had been living like a nun for almost a year. It had been ages since I had gone dancing, so I was thrilled at the prospect. I agreed quickly.
I sat down on the couch next to Carol and we continued sipping our coffee, I also felt obligated to thank Carol for being so kind to me. I leaned close to her and kissed her on the mouth.
Carol wrapped her arms around me and returned the kiss. The kiss was breath taking and when I opened my mouth to breathe she stuck her tongue into my mouth. I had males kiss me that way before, but no female had ever kissed me that way before. I tried to say something and the minute I stuck out my tongue to speak she captured it with her lips and sucked on my tongue. It caused my body to respond like it had when boys back home had kissed me like that.
Carol's face was so close I could feel her breath as she said, "Forgive me...I can't resist kissing you, because you are so sexy!"
I didn't know what to say, as she started kissing me again, and this time she started molding my left tit in her right hand. It took my breath away. I didn't resist when she slipped her hand down the front of the tight dress to feel my tit. She used her left hand to unfasten the strap around my neck. The straps fell down the front and the tight cups of the dress clung to my breasts until she pulled the front of the dress down.
Carol admired my little breasts, and told me how perfect they were. I just sat there as she bent down and took my right nipple into her mouth. I had never let a boy touch them before, and her mouth felt so good I couldn't stop her from sucking on them. I surrendered to her every desire at that point. I felt her rest her right hand on the inside of my right thigh, and felt her squeeze the soft flesh as her hand worked its way up the inside of my thigh. When she reached my crotch she felt my pubic hair on my vulva.
I would have normally have shaved my hair, but I couldn't afford to spend money on safety razors. The only way I could keep mu underarms free of hair was to endure plucking the hair. I was embarrassed at her finding a dark patch of hair down there. I tried to apologize, but Carol dismissed my apology with a simple statement, "Don't worry about it. I love everything about you! If it bothers you that much I will shave it for you every day in the future.
I took that to mean that she was telling me that she was going to be my love from then on. I sat there absorbing that idea as she stuck her finger deep into my vagina. She skillfully finger fucked me while using her thumb to stimulate my clitoris. It was hard to determine if her kiss was stimulating me more that her manipulations of my cunt. I surrendered to the feelings flooding my body.
Carol unzipped the back of the dress, and struggled to pull the dress off of my body. I had to lift my butt up enough for her to pull it out from under my ass. I sat there totally naked as she stood up and folded the dress carefully and placed it on the chair with the other dresses.
I watched to total fascination as she removed her own dress. She was not wearing a brassiere, and I admired her 38-DD breasts. They had tan-lines attesting to the fact that she had been sunbathing with a bikini on. She was also panty-less. Again the there was a tan-line as proof that she used a bikini, and there was just a little heart shaped trimmed patch of dark pubic hair. She also sported a tattoo of a red lipstick make of a kiss on the tight side of her vulva. I thought it was very sexy.
She used her right hand to run her crotch before she knelt in front of me and spread my legs. I sat there both frightened and thrill at the idea that she was about to kiss my pussy. I had heard of such things but had never experienced them before. I could never do justice to the feeling she was inducing in me. I had never experienced an orgasm at the hands of another person before...Okay...I had masturbated to orgasm before, but it never felt as good as this. I flooded with emotions and feelings. I lay there not knowing what to do next.
Carol pulled me to my feet and led me to my bedroom. She pulled back the bedspread and laid me on top of the sheet. I had no idea what she could do that would feel any better that she had just made me feel, or if she expected me to do that to her.
She started sucking on my nipples again. Then she rolled me onto my right side and lifted my left leg up and scooted her ass against my crotch with her leg over mine so that out cunt's were pressed against each other like scissors, and started humping out cunt's against each other's like she was fucking me. The rhythm started rocking the bed so much that the headboard was banging against the wall. I feared that my landlady would get mad at me fucking someone up there. There was nothing to do but enjoy the feeling. When I had another orgasm I couldn't believe I had cum so quickly by methods I had never dreamed of.
Carol laid next to me, and took me in her arms as she kissed me very sweetly. I could taste my cunt juices in her face. She told me how much she loved me.
I felt funny about saying that to a woman, but I whispered, "I think I'm in love with you too!"
I also was thinking if I'm going to have her in my bed like this I better pad the headboard to muffle the noise. Then I figured I better find out if I can actually make love to her the same way. I started feeling her big breasts and sucking on her nipples.
Carol stroked my hair and assured me what a good girl I was, and that I was doing a great job. She assured me that he love mothering me. I thought about the idea if it had been like this when my mother had nursed me as a baby. It felt so natural. I had sucked on both nipples until the mauve areolas were turning red, and it was starting to cause Carol some discomfort, so I had to make up my mind to see if I could actually eat pussy.
I moved down the bed to position myself between her legs as she spread her legs open to give me access to her vagina. I studied every detail of her pussy. The hairs forming the heart were all carefully to an even quarter inch in length. The opening of her vagina had a puffy labia major, and when spread revealed a stiff ridge that was a couple inches long, and capped with a hooded clitoris. The hood was the beginning of her labia minor that formed two flabby and loose sheets of flesh that reminded me of lace. I took the flesh in my gingers and sped them wide open. That allowed me to look into her vagina and actually see her cervix and the opening of her urethra. I smell the pungent odor of her woman hood and it turned me on.
There was that moment when I had waited a little too long and had to make up my mind to taste my first pussy. I started licking her pussy, and carol started slowly stroking my hair and offering sweet words of encouragement. I started sticking my tongue into her vagina the same way she had done to me. The juices actually made my throat feel raw like a sore throat. I was also ramming my node into her clitoris. As Carol approached her orgasm she started moaning and tossing her head around as she said things like. "GAWD damned that feels so fucking good! I could spend the rest of my life like this!"
When I was finished she pulled me up and cradled my head on her left arm as we drifted off to sleep. In the morning I slowly became aware of the fact that Carol on spooning me. It felt so comforting with her body heat warming my body. When she recognized that I was wake she turned my head so that she could lean over me and kiss be very passionately. I knew that my breath must have smelled as bad as hers, but after a moment of her sticking her tongue into my mouth, I couldn't smell of taste her breath. When she broke he kiss she said, "I need to pee so bad that my teeth are floating. I chuckled and said, "Ne too!"
We struggled to get out of bed and make our way to the bathroom. She insisted that I sit down first. I no more that started peeing than Carol faced me and straddle my legs and sat on my lap. She started peeing on my vulva and the liquid flowed through the pubic hair to join my flow into the bowl. When we were finished we washed our pussies with a washrag. She and I used my toothbrush to brush our teeth. We washed or faces and brushed out hair before we put on some makeup. She insisted on taking me to breakfast, so we got dressed and went downstairs.
I noticed my landlady watching us from her front window as we got into her car. We found a dinner on Sunset and ate a large breakfast. I hadn't realized how hungry I was. I wondered if everyone could tell that I had spent the night making love to this lovely older woman. I truly felt that I was in love with her.
We were not ready to part-company. After all there would have been nothing for me to do than clean the apartment, read or watch the bub tube. Carol took me home and we went back to bed to reenact the previous night's fun and games. When we were resting she told me that she wanted to take me dancing that evening. I agreed, and she insisted that I take the simple black dress with black pumps. She wanted to take me home with her.
I cleaned up and we got dressed again. I carried the dress and pumps to her car. She drove me to a house located in the hills. It was an old house, but it had been restored and I knew that all of the homes in this area were outrageously expensive. Her garage had been equipped with a remote opener and she drove right in, and the door closed behind us automatically. She led me out the door before it closed and we entered the house from the front door. The bay windows were arched as well as the double front door in the style of the twenties. The house looked like a Swish cottage including the steep pitched roof, with rolled eves. The interior looked emasculate. The kitchen had been updated but retained the 20's style. The oil stove had been updated for natural gas. The refrigerator had been built into the cabinets with matching doors so that it was hidden. Otherwise it would have called for fridge with cooling coils on top. But she did have a microwave and an electric coffee maker.
She was justly proud of her home and showed me her bathroom. It was period correct too. The sinks were pedestal type, and the toilet was a porcelain thing with cherubs and grape leaves molded in it. The tank was over head with the same motif with a pull chain and brass pipes connecting to the bowl. The bathtub was a porcelain deep cast iron thing with eagle clawed feet grasping balls. The brass fixtures were exposed, and there was a hand held nozzle too. The walls were tilde with an alabaster marble that had a grape leaf motif at eye level. The vanity mirrors over the two sinks were large with halo lighting. It was not exactly period correct, but definably practical for a woman's bathroom. There was even a full length mirror on the back of the door.
The bedroom was just what you would expect. There was a small closet but the room had a large wardrobe against one wall with mirrors on the three sliding doors. The bed was a huge brass bed with a headboard and footboard. at first look I hardly noticed the rings at the four corners. The vanity was large with a fashionable vanity chair in front of the mirror with the two adjustable mirrored wings. There was plenty of light provided that was adjustable, so that carol could check her makeup with different lighting.
Since we were in the bedroom Carol started removing my clothes, and I was still studying the room. I was able to watch her removing my clothes in all of the mirrors. It was very erotic to see myself being undressed and Carol's hands stroking my flesh. When I was standing there in my nylons with the run running from my thigh to my ankle, and my best black pumps I felt proud of my figure, even if I had small tits. Carol placed me on her bed, while she removed her own clothes.
I was still impressed with her body. She had the kind of figure that would make people turn their heads to admire her body. Her breasts were big and round. They sagged very little without the support of a brassiere. I loved the look of her pubic hair heart and the red tattooed lip marks. When he turned her back to me I saw for the first time that she even had a tramp stamp tattoo between the dimples on her backside that had a narrow loop running down right to the top of the creak of her butt.
She mounted the bed and straddled my waist. She pulled some old nylons from under her pillows, and proceed to tie my wrists to the headboard. Then she tied my ankles to the footboard. I couldn't free myself and gave up struggling.
Carol announced, "I'm going to make love to you all day. She started licking my underarms , licking my neck. She sucking in my little breasts until it was driving me crazy and I was begging her to let me rest. She started slapping my crotch o take my mind off of my tits. There was a little pain in the slapping, but it was making my pussy wet just the same. She started to eventually eat my pussy.
The first orgasm was just as enjoyable as the first two from last night and this morning, but she didn't stop there. She made me cum so many times that I eventually passed out. When I came too, she had untied me feet and she kissed me before lifting my legs up and made me place my knees close to my ears. That elevated my butt up until my asshole was pointing at the ceiling. She started licking my asshole and spitting into my asshole before sticking her tongue into my hole.
I had never dreamed of anyone doing that to me. I couldn't help having several orgasms before she allowed me to stretch out my legs.
I assumed that was going to be the end of the sex for a while, but Carol turned around and squatted over my head. She lowered her pussy down to my face. Her labia spread over my face like a gas mask. I was forced to eat her pussy until she came. Then she sat up in a way that rotated her butt over my mouth. She demanded that I stick my tongue into her asshole. There was nothing to do but comply. I ate her ass until she told me she was cumming again.
When she untied me I was too exhausted to move. I lay there in a pool of my own sweat. She lay on top of me and asked me, Do you love me...Baby?"
It was an effort to whisper, "Yes Carol!"
She made diner for the two of us and I ate her pussy again for a long time while she reclined on her couch. When the sun went down we bathed together in the scented tub. We put on evening makeup and brushed out our hair. Then I put on a pair of nylons she gave me, that were self-supporting. Then I put on the black pumps, and the black dress without anything underneath. Carol also put on self- supporting nylons and her own black pumps. Then she put on a cocktail dress that was in a teal material that was tight enough to show off every curve. Her big tits looked like they were going to spill over the top any moment. We gather up our little clutch purses, and headed for the door. She drove us to a cocktail lounge just off Hollywood. When we entered the place it took my eyes a little time to adjust.
Carol led me to a table near the dance floor. There was a small band playing a variety of music. They played current rock and roll music and slow dances. Carol was greeted by a number of women her age. The younger women didn't say anything but they gave her admiring looks. There were a lot of men there too.
It took me a moment to realize that the men were gay. Just the same they invited Carol and me to dance. There was one young man that was very attractive that kept asking me to dance, and he was a marvelous dancer. He danced like a professional. I enjoyed the way he danced and even the fragrance of his cologne. He also danced with an older man that was a good dancer too. As the evening wore on the two men were kissing while they danced. I had never seen such openly affection between males. An older woman asked me to dance with her. I looked at Carol, and she nodded her approval, so I got up and allowed the woman to lead me to the dance floor. It was a slow dance, and the woman placed both hands on my butt as we danced. Then she kissed me on the mouth. I quickly looked for Carol. She was on the dance floor and kissing one of those young girls that had given her an admiring look. When the music ended the woman led me back to my table, and sat next to me.
Carol brought the young girl to our table and they sat across from us. The woman asked, "Carol... would you like to party with Lisa and me?"
"By all means...Why don't you meet us at my place?"
With that the woman stood up and went around the table and pulled the chair back for the girl I assumed was Lisa. Carol did the same for me. We walked to the parking lot, and Carol kissed the woman before we got in her car. We were exiting the garage as the second car pulled into the driveway behind us. The woman and Lisa joined us as we entered Carol's home. Carol turned on the lights, music and made went to the kitchen to make us drinks. She brought us what turned out to be vodka and 7-Up over ice.
Carol introduced the woman as Lisbeth, a tall handsome looking Swedish woman friend of hers. Lisa was her girlfriend. We spent some time dancing with each other. I discovered that Lisa was a shy girl that allowed Lisbeth mother her like a child.
When I danced with Lisbeth she was very feely. I felt her thigh rub my pussy, and her hand dug into the crack of my ass. I expected Carol to say something but she was just as busy feeling up Lisa.
Eventually while I was dancing with Carol, she started undressing me. All she had to do was unfasten the strap around my neck and unzip the back of my dress. The zipper went down far enough that the dress could clear my hips. When I stepped out of the dress, all I had on was the nylons and pumps.
I was terrible embarrassed to be so naked in front of strangers. Carol quickly removed her own party dress, and was also only in nylons and pumps.
Lisbeth and Lisa were also quickly naked too. The four of us continued to dance to the sexy music for a while. We eventually found ourselves sitting on the couch together. Lisa and I were sitting on the laps of the older women. We were being kissed and felt up. I could believe that I actually had an orgasm in the presence of strangers.
Carol suggested that we take it to the bedroom. When we were on the bed Carol and the other woman tied Lisa and me to the bed. We were completely at their mercy. The two of them tortured us with long sessions of tickling, feeling and sucking our pussies. We were both experiencing mutable orgasms. The two of them changed places and Lisbeth started making love to me while Carol started making love to Lisa. I was too exhausted to be jealous of Carol.
I did object when Lisbeth squatted over my head and grabbed two hands full of hair and made me eat her hairy pussy.
It was very late when Lisbeth made their goodbyes and took Lisa home with her.
Carol and I went to bed with each other in a tangle of arms and legs. Sunday morning began much the same was Saturday had started. By that evening I had agreed to move in with her.
I became her lover and office assistant. I knew that if we ever separate that I would remain a lover of women.
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