1. Lipstick Lesbian - Part Two


    Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Beckie2309, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    with my hands everywhere else. I could imagine the feel of the soft, supple skin that laid beneath and I moaned. Mora would then push me down to the bed and slowly remove my sandals, brushing her hands down my legs to marvel the silky soft skin that awaited her. She would then kiss up each leg. Delicate kisses, almost like a feather. Then rather abruptly, she’d separate my knees, slowly inching closer and closer and then … “Ahhhhh Mora!” screamed the client as I jolted right out of my fantasy. “What the fuck,” I said, pissed that I had fantasied that. What was happening to me? “What’s wrong Tee?” Mora asked as she turned away from her client’s moist offering. “I’ve got to go, sorry.” I quickly stood and nodded to Mora that I was all right but very pissed off. I needed to get out, and I needed a stiff drink. Yes! That was a good idea. This hotel had a decent bar that was not overpriced. One drink and it will clear my head. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at Mora again though. I walked on shaky legs, the near orgasm I had almost experienced made me a little sensitive and the lace panties were not helping. “Whiskey on the rocks please,” I asked the bartender. He quickly got to the order but I guess he would not take me for a whiskey drinker. “Pretty little girl like you drinking stuff like that? I would have taken you as a cosmo kinda girl,” a man beside me said whilst I was served my drink. Why the hell did I recognise that voice? “Oh great,” I said when I met the face ...
    of Ken, my landlord. “Ouch, nice to see you too,” he replied, obviously offended. I on the other hand didn’t care. “What do you want Ken? Seriously, I am not in the mood.” I turned to my drink and took a swig of the amber liquid, feeling it’s warming journey down my throat. “Shit, even when you drink you can turn a guy on.” Yuck, filthy man. “Look, I was trying to enjoy this so,” I shot the remainder of my drink, “I’m leaving.” I went to turn off the barstool but Ken’s fist clasped around my wrist. “Up bup bup, you still owe me rent. So in a way you are in my debt. We could easily arrange something … else? You’re kind of dressed for the part anyway and you’ve probably slept for cash before.” What the fuck? The actual cheek of him! My eyes went wide and before I knew it my free hand gripped his throat and my knee connected with his balls. “Ahh you fucking bitch!” he screamed whilst security came to escort me out of the building. I was glad I was out of there but it meant I was also out of a home. *** My door slammed shut and my ass quickly connected with the cold tiled floor as I brought my knees into my chest. I always reverted into the foetal position when I was upset or angry and both resulted in me crying. My shoulders were numb from the involuntary spasms of my crying. My eyes were sore from the mascara-tainted tears. I fucked up, really fucked up. I just know I am not going to apologise to Ken. No chance. I had way too much pride and I wasn’t some slut who would be there ...
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