1. A Lesbian Love Story...Of Sorts


    Date: 5/15/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Female/Female, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

    on the college team I coach.” The governor said, “Nice to meet you Gwen.” Gwen managed to respond barely, “Nice to meet you to governor.” The governor quickly corrected her, “Oh no, here I am not the governor, I am just another woman, just like you.” I corrected her, “Not like us Daphne, Gwen is not on our team.” “Oh, that is a shame. Gwen looks like she would make a very good little submissive.” Gwen blushed as the governor put her hand on Gwen’s leg and added, “Wouldn’t you?” “Um, I,” Gwen stuttered. The governor laughed and said, “I am just kidding. All kinds are welcome here.” She then turned to me, her hand still on Gwen’s leg, and asked, “So who is the fresh meat you brought?” “Emma,” I responded, “She is a tricky one. I think she is use to being the master, but has adapted pretty well to being the slave.” “I see,” Daphne responded, reflecting on what I had just said. Brittany had moved to right beside me, “So coach, I am not leaving here without fucking you.” “What do you propose,” I asked coyly. “We have a private room,” she answered, “Bring your friend, she can watch.” Daphne said, “Brittany behave yourself, if Julia wants to go upstairs later she will; so back to Emma, do you own her or is she free to play?” Gwen’s eyes went big as Daphne asked the possession question. I laughed, “Oh goodness no, she is just someone I thought I could toy with for a while; why, do you want her?” “Well, I have my eye on her and that young girl Megan has tonight.” “Yes, she is a ...
    cutie. Way more innocent than Emma I am guessing.” “The two together would make a good threesome for me tonight,” Daphne said rather casually, as if she did this every weekend, which she did. Emma returned to the table at this moment and said slightly taken aback by seeing the governor, “Hi Mrs. Greene.” The governor smiled and said, “It is Daphne, hi Emma.” Emma looked surprised she knew her name and said to me, “This place is amazing. Over in the other corner is Mrs. Wilson, my old grade 12 teacher and someone said Candice Carter is here, although I can’t find her.” I smiled and said, “She is probably with Big Rosie, she always sees Big Rosie when she is here.” Emma queried, “Who is Big Rosie?” “She is a permanent staple to the club. She has her own stall in the bathroom. She is a very large black woman who has truthfully the best tasting pussy I have ever had. There is often a line in the bathroom of girls waiting to kneel down and please her.”(Author’s Note 2: If you want to read more about Big Rosie, read the last half of Bedding the Babysitter 2) “Fuck no,” Emma said not believing. “Fuck yes,” I sarcastically responded. “This I got to see,” she said and began to leave. The governor said with some authority, “Emma, come back here.” Emma quickly spun around, realizing what the governor wanted, and said, “Yes. What can I do for you governor.” The governor looked her in the eye and said, “For the rest of the night you will call me mistress. You are coming home with me.” Emma ...
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