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

    down as I swallowed every drop of the doctor’s salty seed. I didn’t stop until I heard the strange feminine voice say, “Good girl, Cassie.” Looking up, I was no longer staring up at Dr. Washington, but instead seeing Amber’s face. For the second straight night, I woke up a wet mess and confused at the bizarreness of Amber being in them. SUNDAY Day two was the complete opposite of day one. After breakfast, I was taken for a day on the ocean where I swam with dolphins, went scuba diving, and went on a three-hour ocean cruise. It was one of the most exotic days of my life. By the time I returned to my room at seven in the evening I was so exhausted I ended up falling asleep on the couch not waking up until there was knocking on my door thirteen hours later. MONDAY Day three was a repeat of day one where I had a long massage in the morning, although this time the masseuse spent a long time on my buttocks, her hand getting awfully close to my pussy which, although she never touched, had it begging for attention. I couldn’t believe how her touch, so innocent in nature, somehow had my pussy begging for attention. I wondered what I would do if she crossed the line and touched my pussy. My second meeting with Dr. Washington was more intense than our first meeting as he questioned my long-term goals, both professional and personal. I opened up more admitting to a couple of heartbreaking break-ups when I was in college that had led to my reverse serial monogamist lifestyle and to my ...
    focus on satisfying my emptiness through work. He then asked me why a bridal shop. I explained that I had always loved weddings, ever since I was a kid, and always wanted to have a bridal shop. He asked, “Do you ever think that maybe you are living vicariously through your job?” “No,” I quickly replied without even thinking about it. “Think about it Cassandra, are you happy?” he asked, just as time was up. Back in my room, I couldn’t get his last question out of my head. I chuckled at the cliché sentence ‘always the bridesmaid never the bride’ as I tried to justify the life I had been living for years. ‘Am I happy?’ What a stupid fucking question. Three simple words and my head was spinning with a question that should have been so easy to answer. Yet, it wasn’t as black and white as it should have been. The question continued to nag at me as I relaxed in the hot springs and the answer continued to elude me throughout dinner and all evening as I sat on the beach alone...alone...alone. As Tiffany gently massaged my ass, I felt my pussy tingle with a sudden need of attention as I let out a slight moan. Tiffany asked, “Are you all right, Cassie?” “S-s-sure,” I stammered distracted and suddenly embarrassed. Her hands returned to my buttocks and she slowly moved my legs apart. My eyes went big as her hands slid between my legs and gliding ever so slowly towards my wetness. She asked, her voice dripping with innuendo, “Would Cassie like the full massage service treatment?” “Yeeees,” I ...
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