1. Becoming a Lesbian Slave


    Date: 11/11/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Domination/submission, Girls domination, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    said, ringing the bell. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a shirtless Roman God with muscles like a wrestler appeared. "Room 69, Spencer?" Betty instructed. "Yes, Ms. Betty," the Greek God said taking my bags. Again the Ms. and first name, it was driving me nuts. I followed behind him and quickly learned he was just as perfect from behind as he was from the front. Suddenly feeling adventurous and horny, I wondered if he would enjoy a blow job as a tip. I let my teenage lust out as we arrived at my room...which would be a very inaccurate description. It was a Penthouse, with its own library wall. Candles were lit throughout the massive spread and classical music played that seemed to be coming from all directions. I turned to Spencer the God of all Men and attempting to turn on my charm I smiled, "Can you stay for a drink?" "Sorry, Ms. Williams, the help is not allowed to fraternize with the guests," he replied. My hand on his chest, I asked, on full attack mode, "You sure? You look like a rule breaker." "I am flattered, ma'am," he said, "but I must decline." "If you change your mind just knock three times," I flirted, the implication of what I was offering obvious. "Ok, ma'am," he said, trying to be polite, but clearly not interested. "Can you please bring me a bottle of Chardonnay?” I requested, trying to regain a shred of integrity. "Of course, Ms. Williams," he said, leaving me standing there frustrated by his rebuff of my offer. I walked around the room in awe at the ...
    luxurious room before going to the balcony. Opening the door, I walked out and was instantly on the beach and a hundred yards from the ocean. The fresh air was vitalizing and seemed to be clearing my senses. A knock at the door brought me back into the room. Opening my door, Spencer was there with a full bottle of Chardonnay and walked in and placed it on the glorious oak table. "Do you need anything else, Ms. Williams?" "Not unless you have reconsidered my offer," I smiled, coyly. "Sorry, ma'am, rules are rules," he said. Once he was gone, I poured myself a glass of wine and returned outside. I tried to think of the last time a man had refused my advances. I had never married because the thought of a man I would have to look after was exhausting. Instead, I went from fling to fling, the men staying the same age even as I got older. Not having the baggage that a relationship carries had afforded me the opportunity to build my business, to travel to exotic places and to have a great home and many of the other luxuries of my life. Very few people believed me when I said I was forty. Like my mother, I have aged well due to a mixture of things including: my DNA, my rigorous work out regiment, and a healthy diet. I have hazel eyes that many men have complimented, pitch black hair that shines and a smile that has always been my secret weapon to get what I want (until Spencer that is). I have firm strong legs that I usually showcase in my trademark silky shine mocha pantyhose, I still ...
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