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

    head as the bottle neck slowly slid between my swollen lips and inside my needy pussy. But as I began sliding the makeshift cock in and out of me the images of who was fucking me changed. First it was Bao with a strap-on cock, then Marty the clearly gay black who had done my hair, next was the red haired Tiffany pumping her fingers into me, then it was Matthew my first boyfriend and it ended again with Amber this time slamming a strap-on cock in and out of me with that same smug smile she had in my office. I screamed as my much needed orgasm waved through me as my mind played tricks on me. I had never considered a woman sexually, yet I couldn’t help but notice the beauty of every woman who worked here, nor could I deny the reality that as much as I hated Amber’s attitude, her long legs and confident demeanor had me in awe of her. Like every other day at this relaxation paradise, I crashed early and slept through the night. WEDNESDAY Day five was another repeat of days one and three. Again, Tiffany gave me a thorough massage, her hands so smooth and tender. It was like she put me on constant tease, her hands tantalizing close to my breasts and pussy. In the end, leaving me high and wet. I was to meet with Dr. Washington after lunch. I approached the meeting with apprehension as I realized I had not been able to answer his very simple question. As soon as the session started, he asked, “So, were you able to answer the question I left you with yet, Cassandra?” An hour later, I ...
    had thoroughly been psychoanalysed and felt like I had been mentally mind-fucked. As I returned to my room so many questions still lingered in my head as did my answers to his questions: “What makes you happy?” he opened with. I considered the answer a long time. “My store being successful,” I finally answered. “Are you currently happy?” he pressed on. Again I pondered the question and his real intention for asking such a question. “Of course, I am happy. I enjoy my life and have very few regrets.” “What regrets do you have?” he asked, pulling out one word from my response. “Well of course I have made sacrifices to have a successful store, mostly in regards to losing touch with friends and making White Wedding more important than any relationship.” “Do you regret those sacrifices?” he dug deeper. “Oh sure, every once and in a while a ‘what if’ thought pops in my head, but that is natural for everyone,” I said, trivializing the assessment. Changing topics it seemed, he asked, “What do you want in life?” I answered without hesitation. “For my store to be successful enough, that I could travel more and maybe have time for a relationship.” “Can’t you have both? A successful store and a happy relationship?” “I have never found that to be the case,” I admitted. A while later after he questioned my view of love, my definition of success and questions about my past relationships before he changed topics again. “What would you do if your shop failed?” “It can’t,” I answered. “Why not?” ...
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