LEZ AWAKENING: Halloween Hijinks
Although no one else knew it, I was already pretty sure I was a lesbian while I was still in high school. But being from a conservative family with very strongly religious parents, I tried not to be. I dated a couple of boys in high school, sucked and fucked like a teenager is supposed to do… but didn’t even come close to coming, nor did I even remotely enjoy it, and I despised the taste and feel of semen.
But the biggest problem was I simply didn’t find guys attractive.
When we were at a basketball game and my friends were going on about how hot our power forward Derek was, I was slyly checking out the cheerleaders, especially Cameron, who was the hottest (but bitchiest) girl in the school.
In the change room during gym, I couldn’t help but steal glances at friends and others… especially Cameron, having my own, much more lesbian, Sixteen Candles moment as l stared at her perfect body.
I became fascinated by the female body and its many idiosyncrasies: from breasts, to ass, to legs, to vaginas.
Additional quirks like shaved or not, hair colour matching or not, also intrigued me.
Plus, girls just smelt nice.
Boys, on the other hand, were oddly shaped, hairy, smelly and their penises looked like an error made by Victor, the crazy who created Frankenstein’s monster.
Not to mention the obvious… their cum… gooey, salty and bland. Yecch!
Of course my parents weren’t my only roadblock to happiness; I was brought up in a very small conservative town in the south where it still felt like the fifties (wives stayed home, men went to work… wives did everything else). My strict, religious parents had bought me up to think of lesbianism and homosexuality as a sin. My dad got crazy when gay equality laws started getting passed in the more liberal states.
So, I dated boys in high school, as few as possible, which only confirmed my secret forbidden sexuality… I liked girls. Confirmed it to me anyway, my preference wasn’t something I would dare to share with anyone else.
But as I headed to a New England college, and finally got free of the shackles of my parents’ and community’s judgemental narrow worldview, I decided I would explore my sexuality as soon as I could at college… I mean it was 2018, wasn’t being a lesbian or bi the in thing?
However, as I started college I was faced with a new problem.
I was excessively shy.
I felt uncomfortable at parties full of drunken fools, and I quickly learned I was a target for being groped by drunken boys.
Although I didn’t expect to find girls walking around wearing t-shirts saying ‘I’m a lesbian, do me’, I was dismayed to discover that although I wanted to experiment and explore my sexuality, I had no idea how to begin.
Thus, I ended up doing what many lonely men and women do regardless of age, I watched porn on my laptop… in my case for the first time.
At home I wouldn’t dare search out porn of any sort, my parents being such control freaks they regularly checked all of my and my two siblings’ computer searches.
So I was utterly stunned when I discovered all that was available on the World Wide Web. I mean I guess I shouldn’t have been since I’d long heard the Internet had everything… but wow!
I read dozens of erotica stories, I researched sex toys, I read dozens of forums about questioning sexuality and I watched a lot of porn… and although I started with a couple of male-female scenes, I ended up just watching just the women, as I found them far more attractive. Thus I soon ended up focusing exclusively on lesbian porn, partly because even the orgasms seemed more authentic. (Yes, I know it’s hard to get more authentic looking than shooting visible semen on a pair of breasts, but the women’s emotions seemed more genuine without a man present.)
Yet, although I was a lesbian virgin, the more that I read and the more I watched, I began to gravitate towards the subcategory of lezdom videos where one girl was seduced or forced into sexual submission… and these were what really got me off with the vibrator I bought online. (It came from Amazon in three days which was impressive… I felt so naughty opening it, even naughtier putting the batteries in, and wickedly wild when I turned it on and fucked myself to multiple orgasms. Who needed men? Not that I had ever needed them except for camouflage.)
The idea of serving others, which I’d instinctively been drawn to do in non-sexual ways my whole life, seemed so natural to me.
The idea of being forced to submit was exciting.
To be seduced.
To be taken.
To be dominated sexually.
And although I was normally a strong-willed, determined woman in school or at a job instead of during social occasions, the idea of serving as someone’s pet was the fantasy that got me off the quickest and the hardest.
So I began almost exclusively reading stories and watching videos of girls being seduced, mostly by older women… the idea of older women appealed to me for some unknown reason. Cherie DeVille, Alexis Fawx, India Summer, Syren De Mer, Phoenix Marie and Veronica Avluv (especially when she was driving Bonnie Rotten crazy) all had me a gush of mush at the idea of being their pet.
Yet, I still didn’t know how to start.
Plus, after every single time I came, my strict upbringing reared its moralistic head, making me feel a rush of guilt at my taboo, twisted, morally weak fantasies.
This cycle of lust, fantasy and orgasm, followed immediately by guilt, continued for all of September, my first month of college. In spite of my initial intentions, I was no lesbian. I was still just a wannabe.
Then, deciding I was eighteen, almost nineteen, and still so deep in the closet I wasn’t sure I could see any light, I began searching online… thinking an anonymous hookup might solve my curiosity, likely confirm who I was or wasn’t, and yet keep my secret from my friends… the few I’d managed to meet so far since starting college.
I scrolled through lots of ads, shocked by how many there were from women (less surprised by how many there were from men) including:
Looking for playtime tonight
No back and forth emails, no flaking out. You come to me, get naked and we 69.
Stats and picture a must or no reply.
That one sounded interesting, but I wasn’t yet ready to send an unknown someone a picture… this initial foray had to be completely anonymous. I kept scrolling down, clicking on the ones that looked intriguing.
AA looking for plaything
Are you obedient?
Are you someone who obeys without hesitation?
Are you an eager pet?
If so, you may just get the opportunity to serve me.
Tell me in a paragraph, no one word or single sentence responses, why I should give you the pleasure (and yes it will be a pleasure) to serve me.
You must be between 18-45, white or Asian, clean and willing to obey without hesitation.
Curious straight girls a bonus.
That one sounded appealing, I bookmarked it, as it looked to be exactly what I was curious to try. That said, I had no idea what AA meant, so I looked it up and discovered it meant African American. Being from the south, there were still some pockets like my hometown where interracial relationships were strictly taboo, thus this adventurous idea intrigued me even more.
Mamma bear looking for a little girl to play
Strong mommy looking for submissive daughter role play.
Come to Mama!
Weird; incest, whether real or just role play, didn’t do anything for me.
College girl looking for similar
Shy freshman lesbian looking for someone my age to explore with.
Not out to friends, but wanting to explore my fantasies.
That sounded just like me, so I bookmarked that one too, although I was worried that I may know the girl.
Pillow princess looking for pet
I watch television or do my homework.
You crawl between my legs and pleasure me for as long as I want you to.
Be ready to give me multiple orgasms.
Be warned I don’t reciprocate… you are simply coming over to please me.
I googled pillow princess and found it was a girl who only received oral from another person, usually another girl. That one was also appealing as I was much more curious about licking another woman than being licked… although I did want to do both.
Straight and curious?
Are you straight, but curious? Then come and let me show you the pleasures only a woman can give another woman.
This one appealed to me too. I was technically straight. And I was more than curious… I was obsessive.
So far my lesbianism had been restricted to my fantasies and longings, and my distaste for the hetero sex I’d participated in. So my orientation was really just theory. I needed to actually be with a girl to know for sure, and to quell the obsession I had with the idea of lesbian submission that was consuming me, and was even impacting my studies.
Then just as I was pondering which of these posts to respond to first, I saw this:
Lesbian Masquerade Party
This Friday we are holding our monthly lesbian sex party and for the first time in months, we have a few openings for the right girls.
Please complete the application form below and include a picture (your face may be covered if you wish).
We will be in contact if you are chosen to be a server for the party.
Note: first timers are not allowed to participate, but only to serve the guests.
I was in awe. This sounded so interesting. I could likely see women in the act of lesbianism, but I wouldn’t actually have to participate (which kind of appealed to me in a testing the waters kind of way, although another part of me was sure I really would want to participate eventually… although my shy side was still in control of me).
So I examined the questions:
1. Age
2. Lesbian experience (it’s okay if you have none)
3 Stats
4. Fantasy
5. What is one quirky thing about you?
6. Why do you want to be a part of this secret sex society?
Before I could even think to change my mind, I answered the questions.
1. 18 (19 in January)
2. None, although if you include my masturbation fantasies it would be in the hundreds… Lol. I really like lesbian porn and in particular when an older woman seduces a younger one like me.
3. I’m a brunette, with hazel eyes, very shy. Medium height, slender.
4. Although I can’t explain why, I often imagine myself being submissive to an older woman.
5. I watch and read a lot of lezdom porn, always imagining myself the submissive in the story.
6. This is so hard to answer as I’m totally inexperienced and unsure what the full scope of your expectations of me might be. But here goes. I have been aware of what I think my sexuality is since high school, and I’ve always felt deep down I liked girls. But coming from a strict religious family in a conservative town, I was brought up to believe that any form of homosexuality is sinful and thus have always been afraid to explore my curiosity. Yet, now on my own and away from my parents and my small town, I want to explore my sexuality but honestly don’t know where to start. How do you even find a lesbian without asking someone and outing yourself?
Of course, truth be told, I was and am quite shy, so I’m not sure if I would have had the guts to explore, even if I’d been given the opportunity.
But away from my parents, away from my conservative neighbours, I have decided I need to explore my attraction to women, explore my recurring desire to be submissive as it has come (no pun intended) to be a serious distraction to my studies.
But my shyness (I know I keep coming back to that) has prevented me from even knowing where to start. Thus, how I ended up on Craigslist today for the first time.
I am compassionate, a quick and eager learner and obedient.
I think I will be able to obey without hesitation and hope that this can be the beginning of my self-discovery.
Yours hopefully,
Pet Lola
I then pondered the picture. And deciding to just go all in, sensing this was a very private and discreet group, I decided to attach an actual picture of me… face included.
It was from my prom a few months ago and was without a doubt the best I’d ever looked, and the day I knew without a doubt I didn’t like boys when I spent the entire evening drooling over Mandi Peterson and even afterwards watching her get fucked by my boyfriend’s best friend, while I was fucked too and couldn’t care less about that part.
I pressed Send, flipped on some lezdom porn and got myself off to a hot new scene where the ultimate MILF Cherie Deville catches her step-daughter smelling her panties and seduces her.
Of course, as soon as I recovered from a great orgasm, imagining being a servant at a lesbian party, worry hit me.
What if someone I knew saw the picture or read my answers?
Shit!
And for two days I got no reply, which totally stressed me out. I worried when I wasn’t horny, I was frustrated when I was. Many questions swarmed inside me:
Am I too ugly?
Am I too inexperienced?
Am I simply not what they’re looking for?
These questions and many more swarmed inside my head as I tried to study. On Thursday when I got an alert signaling an email message, I did what I’d done ever since I’d pressed Send, I checked it immediately, expecting disappointment just like the recent thirty plus false alarms.
But this time it was a response.
It came from a Mistress Brenda
The subject line was: You are cordially invited to be my guest and servant at tomorrow night’s masquerade gala.
Pet Lola
Thank you very much for your thoughtful, interesting and I think brave responses to the questions asked.
After going through all the applications, we are more than excited to offer you the opportunity to attend on a trial basis.
First time expectations:
1. The first time you will simply be a maid, a servant. You are not allowed to touch any of the guests, although they may touch you if they wish.
2. You will arrive an hour early, at 7:00 PM, to put on your costume, meet Mistress Brenda and sign a confidentiality form.
3. Please take a taxi. It will be reimbursed by us. As well, we will get you home.
If you agree to these terms, please respond within the next six hours.
Hoping to assist in your sexual exploration,
Mistress Brenda
My cunt was drenched!
I was in!
Wow!
It was tomorrow!
Wow! Wow!
I was selected!
Wowzie!
I felt like it was Christmas Eve when I couldn’t wait to see what Santa brought me.
Although perhaps I should have been nervous, my only emotion was excitement… this was a best-case scenario. It was a safe place. I was going to be with other lesbians, or at least bisexuals, and because I had a job to perform I didn’t have to worry about what to do when I got there. Plus, because it was a masquerade party, my face would be covered, so I could enjoy the evening anonymously.
My pussy burning, I closed my eyes and imagined tomorrow night… although in my version I was servicing the unknown Mistress Brenda.
…..
The next day I could barely focus on any of my professors, as I was too excited about the evening.
As I tried to pay attention to Professor Adams, a very pretty redhead with unflappable dignity who I had imagined seducing me from time to time… of course, now my fantasies had progressed to her not just seducing me, but dominating me… although her demure, feminist persona made that unlikely… but fantasy was indeed fantasy.
Anyway, the day dragged on forever as I kept thinking about tonight. And although usually my shy side would create reason after reason not to go, I found it ironic that it was my responsible side that reminded me I’d made a commitment (even though it was to do something scandalous, it was still a commitment), and of course my body and curiosity were also clearly leading the way.
I arrived ten minutes early, both out of eagerness and my personality (I always hated being late).
After passing through the gated entrance, where I had to show photo identification to a girl dressed as a policewoman, including a short dark blue skirt and black thigh highs, I walked up the long driveway to the mansion.
After pausing at the door for a deep breath, I pressed the buzzer.
The door was opened a moment later by one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen (in person, in magazines or in the movies) and of course there was no air brushing like in the magazines. Her platinum blonde hair was almost snowy white; her blue eyes were clearer than the waters in the Bahamas; and she had the clearest skin that defied colour description. And yet this goddess of beauty was wearing a maid’s outfit made from material that was almost see-through and with an ultra-short skirt. It looked amazing on her perfect body. She smiled warmly, which only enhanced her pure beauty, “Good evening, name please?”
“L-L-Lola Mathews,” I stammered, so in awe of her beauty.
She looked down her clipboard and once she found my name she ticked it off and instructed me, “Before I can invite you in, I need you to sign this form. You’ll be agreeing that if you reveal anything that you witness or experience here to anyone you haven’t met here, you will be subject to a very large financial penalty.” She turned to an unsigned page and handed me the clipboard and her pen.
I, of course, signed the paper with no worries of me sharing anything I witnessed here, although having such a disclosure agreement only added to the intrigue.
She treated me to another gorgeous smile as I returned the clipboard to her. “Thank you, Lola. My name is Lexus. Please come in.””T-t-thank you,” I replied, again stammering, unable to formulate my words in the presence of such beauty. If I had ever doubted my sexuality for a second, that ended the moment I laid eyes on her (although I imagine in retrospect that almost any straight woman would be intoxicated by her perfection as well).
I followed her inside, and after she closed the door, she instructed, “Please follow me.”
And somehow her perfect face and body from the front was equally perfect from behind, the black skirt tight and short to showcase her ass, and her seamed pantyhose amplified her long, toned legs… which were showcased perfectly in five-inch heels… which I couldn’t fathom ever wearing… I was more a jeans and sneakers girl. I’d worn pantyhose only a few times in my life (weddings, funerals and my graduation) and always found them uncomfortable and itchy.
Lexus led me past a massive living room, down a long, wide hallway past at least a dozen rooms (each ornate door closed), before leading me into a room at the end that was perhaps thirty times the size of my dorm room and likely even bigger than my parents’ entire house.
The blonde beauty looked me up and down for a moment before walking into a closet (which also seemed like the wrong term, as it too was bigger than my dorm room). She returned with a maid’s outfit identical to hers and instructed me politely, “Please undress completely.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I responded obediently, wanting to show my true submissive nature, even though she couldn’t be much older than me.
She chuckled softly as I began taking off my dress (which was just an ordinary one I wore knowing I would be provided with a costume for the masquerade party) as she smiled, “You’re an adorable little thing, aren’t you?”
My cheeks blushed at her reply. Once I was in only my bra and panties, she ordered, “Those too, if you please.”
“Oh, okay,” I nodded, feeling completely vulnerable to be naked when I compared my body to hers.
Once I was naked, she handed me a pair of pantyhose and asked, “Shoe size?”
“Six,” I answered, as I stood there naked and unsure what to do next.
“Put on the pantyhose and the rest of the outfit,” she instructed.
“Is there a mask to wear?” I asked hesitantly.
“You may have one if you wish, but hardly anyone will be wearing them, and everyone has been screened at least as thoroughly as you were. And it would be a shame to hide that lovely face. You’ll be among friends, I can assure you.”
“Will you be wearing one?”
“No,” she replied with a saucy grin, “I don’t want to hide my lovely face either.”
“Then I guess I’ll join you in being bare-facedly lovely,” I decided with a grin of my own.
I also wanted to ask about underwear, but it seemed obvious I wasn’t supposed to wear any since once I looked closely it was apparent she didn’t have any either. The shape of her moderate-sized unfettered breasts took my breath away! So I put on the pantyhose and was shocked to find how silky soft they were… totally unlike the ones my mom had bought for me from the town drugstore. I was rubbing my legs in awe of the softness when Lexus returned with my shoes and explained, “They are the best nylons you can buy.”
“I’ve always hated pantyhose before,” I said.
“Me too,” she nodded, “until I discovered these, and now I wear them every day.”
“I can see why,” I nodded, taking a long, drooling stare at her legs in nylon.
“Here are some heels for you,” she offered, noticing I was staring at her, but not at all fazed by it… I imagined she was used to being stared at all the time.
“Thank you,” I said, accepting the black, four-inch open-toed heels.
“They are a gift for you to keep, as are the pantyhose, from Mistress Brenda,” she explained.
“I get to keep them?” I asked, surprised.
“You do,” she nodded. “Mistress Brenda is very generous.”
“So it appears,” I nodded, as I slipped my feet into the fancy heels. They fit perfectly but had those intimidating heels.
She added, “Finish getting dressed and then return down the hall to meet the other maids in the main area.”
I joked, as I wobbled, “I’m not sure I’ll make it out there alive.”
“Are you new to heels?” she asked, even though it was obvious.
“I thought my two-inch ones at graduation were pretty wild,” I joked.
“The key is to keep your back straight and your head up,” she explained, and walked around the room, demonstrating for me.
“I think I can do that,” I said, trying to replicate what she did.
And although I almost took one fall, after a minute or two I was getting used to the new heels and the new height.
I joked, “So this is what the air up here smells like.”
She laughed, as if we were already best friends, “It does give a girl a whole new vantage point.”
I couldn’t help it, I flirted for the first time ever, smiling at her bosom as I said it, “I like the view from up here.”
Lexus smiled, giving me a sexy wink, “You’re a cute little minx.” She then walked out elegantly leaving me wet, wet, wet.
I wasn’t sure whether my first flirting had gone well or badly, but I did feel good about it, as I had already gone way out of my shy comfort zone by getting naked in front of a complete stranger… a goddess no less… and then deliberately flirted with her and got a nice response.
I finished getting dressed, the outfit holding my 34B breasts rather perfectly in place… although it was sheer enough that my erect nipples (and they got erect super easily) were clearly on display. The skirt, like the one Lexus was wearing, barely covered my ass cheeks.
As I studied myself in the full-length mirror I had to admit I looked pretty hot. The outfit was sexy as hell, the heels added a new element to my look I never knew existed and the pantyhose also accentuated my legs… the black colour hiding my white legs and the back seam making me feel like a sexy 1920s flapper girl.
I practised walking in my heels a bit more before heading out to the big main area… where there was another girl… a redhead who was short, super pretty, with massive breasts that seemed greatly disproportionate on such a small, slender frame. She too was wearing the same revealing maid’s outfit, with her unfettered breasts being so much larger than mine, even more mobile and eye-catching.
Another girl also arrived wearing our same outfit. This one was Asian, short with glasses and super cute.
Then a large black woman probably in her forties walked down an elegant stairwell at right angles to the hallway dressed in a leather bustier, with a garter-belt and stockings and boots that went almost to her knees. She looked like a dominatrix… although she was wearing a domino mask.
She greeted, “Welcome ladies, I am Mistress Brenda. You have been chosen for potential regular inclusion in this monthly group, although there will also be a special Halloween party next week which you may or may not be invited to. Tonight you will serve as maids for my many guests. You will provide whatever our guests wish to have from drinks, to appetizers, to toys.”
I imagined a tray of kinky sex toys and lubes and smiled, thinking of Wilma in the Flintstones selling cigarettes in one of the episodes.
Mistress Brenda continued, “Although you may be tempted, tonight you are not to touch any of the guests.” She paused and gave us a playful smile, “although they may touch you if they wish. Since you’re here, may I safely assume you would have no objections to that?”
We all agreed with smiles, mine still rather a shy one.
The redhead was given the toys tray I was disappointed to see, the Asian the appetizers and I the drinks. I didn’t see the gorgeous Lexus anywhere, much to my disappointment.
So I walked around with my tray full of martinis bartended by a stunning brunette who looked like a young, bigger breasted, Courtney Cox.
I was in awe as about forty women, all in dresses from various time periods, although all in nylons I noticed and very few masks, sauntered in over the next hour. Two of them walked in each attended by another woman being led on a leash like a puppy. One was an older woman leading a girl that looked my age, the second was the opposite: a pretty young lady in charge of an older woman on her leash.
I handed out drinks; I had two women squeeze my pantyhose-clad ass; I giggled in response, surprised by how much I enjoyed the unaccustomed liberty; I watched several pairs of girls making out.
Then Mistress Brenda reappeared and greeted the guests, “Good evening ladies, and welcome. I hope you are ready for some fun tonight. The playrooms are now open, and Room Four contains our newest addition: a swing. So have fun and don’t forget about the special Halloween gathering next Wednesday.”
Some ladies continued mingling, others headed down the hallway.
I served drinks in the massive living room for another half an hour, admiring the various beautiful women, including a statuesque beauty dressed as Marie Antoinette, including a skirt two yards wide and an ornate headpiece and a diaphanous bodice fully displaying her lovely breasts. I remained until there weren’t many women left mingling about.
Curious, after refilling my tray I ventured down the hallway.
The doors I had passed before were now open and each room was huge… way bigger than my parents’ living room.
Room 1: Was simply another large living room, although not as big as the main one. There were four couches, a few divans, and a white baby grand piano in a corner with a pretty naked girl playing Chopin quite well. Two women were sitting on couches with girls between their legs; another girl was reclining on her back on a divan with a woman sitting on her face while Marie Antoinette, now naked except for her stockings and the headpiece, which now was swaying around very precariously, fucked her with a strap-on. God was it hot, and way better than the porn I watched. What made me so excited was that real life could be as kinky as porn and here I was in the middle of it.
I walked around and no one beckoned for a drink as I wandered a bit closer to watch the two girls licking hungrily at the pussies on the couches.
Reluctantly I left the room to continue serving drinks, my pussy already wet.
Room 2: Was a room with one massive bed… the size of four king sized beds put together. On the bed were six women, all naked but for nylons (except they weren’t pantyhose but thigh highs) and they were in a wild daisy chain. Six women buried between twelve legs. I watched for a minute, enjoying the show, enjoying the moans, before I dutifully headed to the next room.
Room 3: Was a kinky toy room. On display or in use were every toy I had ever seen and others that were brand new to me. There were three Sybians (something I had wanted to try since I first discovered it in a video… one was being used), two weird-looking machines with a dildo at one end that I assumed was to fuck a girl mechanically (neither were being used), two workout balls with a dildo attached to each one (I imagined the ultimate bouncing relay race), a workout bike machine with a cock sticking up from a huge pair of fake testicles as a seat (man, that would be the ultimate workout machine), a couple metal stands that looked like you could bend over to have your ass sticking up for someone to do whatever with), a rocking horse with a dildo (love to ride the wild, wild west), a dozen-plus different strap-on cocks hanging on a wall (different sizes, colours, etc.), a stand with three cocks standing straight up (what a great sorority contest… LOL) and a table containing bizarre toys like a drill with a dildo at the end, several double-ended dildos, a vac-U-lock double penetrator, vibes, wand massagers, and butt plugs.
The room boasted a woman fastening on a strap-on, another inserting a butt plug in the older woman who was still on all fours on her leash, and, as already mentioned, a girl riding a Sybian.
The Sybian girl looked at me and said, “Please bring me a drink.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I nodded, walking over and handing her a drink.
“You have got to try this when you get a chance,” she moaned, taking the drink and downing it in one swig.
“I hope to, ma’am,” I replied sheepishly, the idea making my already wet pussy burn with need. God, did I need to touch myself, but I didn’t think I was allowed.
I turned around and headed out as two women my mom’s age grabbed a double ended dildo and lifted drinks off my tray.
I walked out, although I wanted to see them use that long dildo. In the movies it looked hot; in reality I thought it would look uncomfortable and awkward.
Room 4: Was a bondage room. There was an actual stock like you would have seen two hundred years ago in a village square, a bed with restraints and shackles, a wall where a large woman was restrained spread-eagle and ball-gagged while a young woman fucked her with a vibe. There was the swing Mistress Brenda had mentioned, with a woman strapped onto it and each time she swung forward a girl with a harness on her face and a dildo protruding like a unicorn fucked her. Another woman was on all fours getting spanked by some strange robotic device with rotating paddles. This wasn’t my room, a little too kinky for virginal me. I provided a drink to a woman who’d just walked in and headed out.
Room 5: Was a mini dance club. A dozen women were in the room dancing, and other than one girl who was lying on the floor licking someone, it looked like a normal dance club except the dress code was far more risqué than anyplace open to the public. For instance, think long skirts with slits to the waist… four slits, not front, back and sides, but placed diagonally to flash tantalizing glimpses as the women danced… and brassieres made of brightly coloured narrow leather straps.
I handed out my final three drinks and proceeded down to the final eight doors. Three of them were closed, with red lights above them saying Occupied. Apparently, these were private rooms. Three more were empty bedrooms. The final two bedrooms were occupied but had the doors open. I walked into the first one and saw a girl on all fours on the floor, who was getting fucked from behind while she licked a woman sitting on the edge of the bed.
The woman being pleasured asked me, “Please get me a rum and coke.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I nodded, and hurried down the hallway and got my tray refilled, including the tropical cocktail. I returned to the woman, still being licked, but the four-on-the-floor girl was now getting ass fucked, hard, and moaning like crazy.
I handed her the drink and she asked, “Enjoying yourself?”
“It’s pretty surreal,” I replied.
“Is that a yes?” she asked.
“Definitely a yes,” I smiled.
“Well you’re cute, I hope to see you as a participant soon,” she smiled.
“Thank you and so do I,” I nodded.
“If you do, I expect you to come find me and eat my cunt,” she said. My name is Mistress Geneviève.
“It would be a pleasure, Mistress,” I replied, the idea so tantalizing my pussy tingled and my mouth watered.
“Yes it would,” she agreed, as she grabbed the girl’s head and pulled it deep into her cunt.
I felt my face burn bright red as I walked out and checked the final room. In it was Mistress Brenda with three women all on their knees looking up at her.
“Pet Lola, please come in,” Mistress Brenda greeted.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said.
“It’s Mistress,” she corrected.
“Sorry, yes, Mistress,” I corrected.
I walked in and up to her. She took a drink and said, “How is your first evening so far?”
“An eye opener,” I answered.
“In a good way?” she asked, as she snapped her fingers, pointed to the middle blonde girl and to her pussy.
I watched the blonde silently obey and crawl to the Mistress’s shaved pussy. “A very good way, Mistress,” I answered, wishing that was me down there.
“Do you wish you were on your knees before me right now?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress, very much,” I replied without hesitation, wondering if she might break her own rule.
“Well, be a good girl and maybe during a different evening I’ll make that a reality for you,” she smiled, as she moaned softly.
“Yes, Mistress,” I repeated, staring at the lesbian act before me.
“Now go make sure none of my guests are thirsty,” she said.
“For a drink or pussy?” I asked playfully, and then gasped at my own brazen words.
“Tonight just drinks,” she smiled, “but I like the way you think.”
I headed out, feeling a rush of adrenaline at what had just transpired and what had just been implied for my days ahead. I walked in and out of the rooms handing out drinks, until I returned to the toy room.
All three Sybians were now in use, and a woman easily in her sixties was being triple-teamed by girls each looking to be a third her age.
The next two hours were a whirlwind of hot lesbian sex as I saw more in a few hours than I had in my entire life. Everything about my outlook had changed.
It was nearing the end of the night, my pussy on fire, when I walked into an open private room and saw a pretty older woman who seemed to be training a cute redhead who was sitting on her own legs. She had a presence that I thought would command any room she entered; the presence was both authoritarian and kind. The woman ordered, “Beg, slut.”
The redhead begged, “Please, Mistress Carolyn, let me eat your cunt.”
I felt someone arrive behind me as I watched the training session. Mistress Carolyn gave her a friendly nod of greeting past my shoulder, equal to equal.
The Mistress returned her attention to the redhead and questioned, “How badly do you want it?”
I felt hands cup both my breasts from behind as the girl answered, “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.” I couldn’t have agreed more.
“Crawl to my feet,” the Mistress ordered.
“Yes, Mistress,” the redhead obeyed, crawling the couple of feet.
I had no idea who was behind me except I could feel she had prominent breasts, but I sensed an air of confident assurance from her suggesting she was a woman rather than a girl. Her left hand moved to my wet pantyhose-clad crotch as she whispered, “You’re so wet, my sexy kitty.”
I moaned at her touch, my legs going weak.
“Kiss my feet,” the Mistress ordered, as I noticed her feet were nylon-clad.
“I expect you to be here for Halloween,” the woman behind me said, her breath hot on my neck as she rubbed my pussy.
“Yes, ma’am, if it’s permitted I will,” I agreed readily, as my orgasm was about to burst.
“Come for me… Now,” the woman ordered, her voice was so soft and tender, yet equally sultry and seductive, as she tapped my clit through the nylon.
“Yes, ma’am… oh my God!” I moaned, as my body quaked, and I came just like that.
“Good girl,” the woman whispered, tugging my ear with a gentle bite of her teeth, as she wrapped her arms around me to keep me from collapsing to the floor as I came.
“Oh, God, oh dear God,” I kept moaning, happy I’d set the tray down a minute earlier when I ran out of drinks.
“That’s it, my sexy kitty,” she whispered, “come for me.”
“I am, oh am I,” I moaned, as wetness gushed into my very soiled pantyhose as my intense orgasm continued ripping through me, usurping all my energy and making my legs as useless as wet noodles.
“I’ll be sending you a costume for Wednesday, and I expect you to wear it,” she informed me, as she kept slowly rubbing my pussy through my orgasm.
“Yes, Mistress,” I agreed, changing my mode of address to her in promise of my utter obedience.
“Good kitty,” she whispered.
She held me there for another minute until I could stand on my own and then said, “See you on Wednesday, my pet.”
Then she was gone. I wondered who she was. Her talented hands hadn’t been dark-skinned, so she wasn’t Mistress Brenda.
The other Mistress, who was now being licked by the redhead (how had I missed this?), smiled at me, “Welcome to the club, my dear.””Thank you, Mistress,” I responded weakly.
“Come take a seat and watch,” she ordered.
I turned around and saw my mystery molester was gone. I nodded, fetched a chair from next to the wall and sat down near the cunnilingus site, thankful to be off my weary legs and the painful heels, “Yes, Mistress, thank you.”
I watched the redhead please the beautiful Mistress Carolyn as she told me, “Pretty soon this will be you.”
“I hope so,” I said, watching up close and personal… the ultimate voyeur experience… even as more cum leaked into my pantyhose.
“Oh, I know so,” she smiled. “You’re obviously a submissive.”
“Is it that obvious?” I asked.
“Yes,” she smiled.
“Well, I am what I am,” I shrugged, in this safe environment feeling comfortable with who I was for probably the first time in my life.
“That you are, little pet,” she smiled, as she closed her eyes, close to orgasm.
I watched her lips purse; I watched her back bend; I watched her legs stiffen; I watched her face change until she shifted from moans to a scream, “Yes, you fucking slut, EAT MY CUNT!!”
God, I wanted that to be me!
Seconds later she came, and I watched her face go vulnerable as rapture took hold.
“You may go now,” she said weakly a minute later, as she was still obviously coming.
“Yes, Mistress Carolyn,” I nodded, getting up, replacing the chair where it had been and walking out even as the redhead lapped up the assumedly sweet cum.
Other rooms were empty or winding down, and I ended up back in the same change room putting on the clothes I’d arrived in.
The breathtaking Lexus returned, now in a pink dress, “How was it?”
“Best night ever,” I smiled.
“Well, good news! I am told you have been personally invited by another guest to be a participant for the Halloween costume party,” she revealed.
“Really?” I said, not completely surprised since the stranger had said as much, but surprised by the quickness.
“Yes, the women liked you,” she said, walking over to me. “I heard no complaints and several compliments.”
“I’m flattered,” I said.
“And I liked you,” Lexus said, leaning in and kissing me.
I couldn’t believe how soft her lips were. I couldn’t believe how tender and intimate the kiss was. So different from the sloppy aggressiveness of a boy.
It only lasted ten seconds or so, but when she broke away I felt a rush of disappointment it was over.
She smiled, “Next time I’m kissing your other lips.”
My cunt gushed as I smiled, flirting awkwardly, but with a newfound confidence, “Does that mean I can kiss your other lips too?”
“Rain check,” she winked.
“Definitely,” I smiled.
I saw a row of taxis lining the street once I was dressed and outside, carrying a gift bag that included three more pairs of pantyhose (in beige, black and white) and the heels.
As the taxi drove me home I replayed the night over and over.
In bed, I continued replaying the night to a second, rather disappointing orgasm, at least disappointing in comparison to the fire that had burned through me at the touch of my mysterious seductress.
Next morning, I replayed it again.
I came again.
The cycle continued all weekend.
On Monday, in class, I drooled over Professor Adams. God, I wished I had the confidence to saunter up to her and offer to please her.
On Tuesday I went to class in a skirt, the same black pantyhose (washed) and no panties. I then frigged myself in the bathroom between classes, imagining myself the Professor’s pet kitty.
‘Kitty’, that’s what the stranger had called me.
After school there was a parcel leaning against my dorm room door. I quickly took it into my room in hopes it was the costume from my mysterious Mistress.
It was.
It was also very taboo.
It was a nun’s habit.
But not one a nun would ever wear.
It was a black dress, a pair of black thigh highs, which is what I’d seen the majority of the women wearing this past Friday, the traditional black headpiece with the white headband, a white piece for the neck, a beaded necklace with a cross and five-inch open-toed black heels. What made it unsuitable for a proper nun was that while it wasn’t quite sheer, if the light struck it just right, it kind of was. I could also tell that when I put it on it would hug my figure very closely.
Wow!
Of course I had to try it on. It was then I noticed the note:
My kitty,
Are you ready to sin?
I expect you in this outfit without any additional apparel (no bra or underwear).
Are you ready for the ultimate trick and treat?
Mistress J.
PS: I sure hope you are hungry, my kitty.
My pussy gushed at the words.
I put on the costume and had to admit I looked both sexy and slutty. I turned on the ceiling light and turned this way and that, still looking in the mirror. As I had expected, I could now see everything.
I kept it on as I went online and found a new Mommy Girl story called ‘Parent Teacher Secrets’ where another of my fantasy MILF’s India Summer (as a professor) services a younger professor Kalina Ryu while her step-daughter, the always cute Karlee Grey, watches in shock. As I imagined eventually becoming the step-daughter and servicing both women.
Even after coming, three times, I had no post-orgasm guilt and exciting thoughts were flitting through my head.
Tomorrow is the day!
Tomorrow I will confirm my sexuality!
Tomorrow I will lick a pussy, maybe more than one!
Tomorrow I will submit to this sexy stranger (I assume she is sexy, in my head she sure is).
Tomorrow I begin my journey to submissive pet.
…..
Wednesday at school, like last Friday, was a write-off as all I could think about was the Halloween party.
I got an email from Mistress Brenda that a taxi would pick me up at 8:30PM.
I was dressed at eight in my naughty nun costume.
I walked down the hall at twenty after and Ava joked, “Wow, I’d like to visit that convent! Don’t you be sinning, now.”
I shrugged, liking the attention, “I’ll be forgiven if I do.”
“You go, girl,” she laughed.
I got a couple other looks from other girls I knew as I headed outside, glad it was dark out there.
I was left standing outside for a few minutes, enough to get some ogling looks from some guys and girls when Carol, a girl I sat beside in English class who was dressed in a much safer, although still sexy, Cinderella costume, said, looking me over, “Wow, Lola, this I didn’t expect!”
“It’s Halloween?” I shrugged, slightly embarrassed to be seen by a peer dressed so slutty.
“You look so hot,” she said.
“Thanks,” I replied, blushing, looking into her pretty blue eyes, “You do too!”
“Are you coming to the party at Handle Hall later?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Where are you going dressed like that?” she asked, looking me up and down. I didn’t think she could see through the fabric in this light, but it clung to me tightly enough that it was obvious I wasn’t wearing a bra. I wondered if she was a lesbian. God, that would be so hot.
“To a party on the other side of town,” I said vaguely, sticking to the truth, knowing I was a terrible liar, but not giving anything away.
“Where?” she asked, very curious.
“Um… I… it’s a private party,” I said, as I struggled to find the right words to say.
“Interesting,” she said.
I didn’t know what more to say, so I remained speechless.
She added, “Well, Sister Lola, if you’re back from that private party early, come and find me. I’d love to have a dance with you.”
She then leaned in and kissed me on the cheek and sauntered off.
My face burned red.
Did she just flirt with me?
My head was spinning as I turned back and watched her walk away. Like in the movies, she turned back and saw me still looking at her and smiled.
Old me would have turned my head away, but new me, finding a confidence I inherited from last week, blew her a kiss.
She smiled again and reached up and brought the kiss to her mouth before turning away again.
That was definitely flirting.
Right?
As I pondered this surprising interlude, a taxi pulled up, the driver asked if I was Lola and I got in, my head spinning with what had just transpired.
I replayed the conversation over and over on the drive, concluding it had to be flirting.
I pushed the strange encounter out of my head as I arrived at the mansion.
I went inside and was again met by Lexus. This time she was in the sluttiest nurse outfit that would make any man or woman’s blood pressure skyrocket.
“Wow!” I said, looking at her.
“Wow, right back,” she smiled, checking me out. She took my hand and led me inside. She asked, “Excited?”
“Yes,” I answered, “but really nervous.”
“Have you ever been with a girl before?” she asked.
“You were my first kiss,” I admitted.
“I’m flattered,” she smiled, and added, “Now I’ll be your second kiss, too.” She leaned in and kissed me.
I kissed her back with a rather uncontrolled urgency, as I was in utter lust with this goddess.
When she broke the kiss, she said, “I would love to be your first everything, but your sponsor has made it very clear that she gets first dibs.”
I felt kind of like a piece of meat, I mean I should be able to make my own choice of who my first was, yet I was also flattered that someone had sponsored me. “Oh,” was all I could say.
“You should be flattered; usually you have to work as a maid for at least three parties, sometimes even more before you’re allowed to become a participating member,” she said, as she moved her hand under the skirt of my habit and to my already wet pussy.
“Ohhh,” I moaned, as I smiled, “you’re the second woman to do that.”
“How about this?” she asked, sliding her finger inside me.
“A first,” I moaned, before joking, “besides my own.”
“God, do I want to eat your pussy,” she said, as she slowly fingered me.
“And I want to eat yours,” I said, dying to taste my first and praying the reality was as amazing as the anticipation… it sure wasn’t the first time I’d given head or my first fuck, I’ve already mentioned what letdowns they were.
She pulled her finger out and put it in her mouth and moaned, “Mmmmmm.”
I stared in disbelief.
“So good,” she said, as she took her finger out of her mouth.
A bell rang and she sighed, “Duty calls. But we are not done with each other.”
“We better not be,” I said, trying to be sexy, “I have a cunt to eat.”
“Yes, you do, and I can hardly wait,” she smiled, as she went to get the door and pointed to where I should go.
I reluctantly left the blonde beauty and entered the massive living room again, where a couple dozen women already were chatting and drinking. The redheaded maid from Friday walked over, her large bust swaying appealingly, and offered me a drink, noticing I wasn’t a maid. She asked simply, as I took a glass of wine from her tray, “How?”
“I was sponsored,” I answered before adding, “although I don’t know by whom or how.”
“Lucky girl,” she smiled, as she walked away.
I sipped on my wine as I looked around. Any one of these women could be my sponsor.
Maybe it was one of the two women chatting, one in a witch outfit, the other in an old school Betty Boop one.
Perhaps it was the younger twenty something brunette in a Wonder Woman outfit, although I sensed it was someone older.
Or the very attractive, big bosomed redhead dressed as the sluttiest cheerleader ever.
I kept looking around until a woman walked over and asked, “First time as a guest?”
I turned to see a chubby black woman in a Minnie Mouse outfit that created a Minnie with the biggest bust ever. “Is it that obvious?”
“A little,” she smiled, “I’m Big Rosie.”
“I’m Lola,” I said.
“After the song?” she asked.
“Nope,” I shook my head, everyone assuming that, but my parents listened only to Christian music, and not the modern kind either. A band called the Kinks would be too scandalous even to say their name in my home.
“Too bad,” she said. “It’s a great song.”
“It used to be,” I said, having heard it way too many times.
“Fair enough,” she laughed. “Quite the provocative costume.”
“It was delivered for me to wear,” I explained.
“Mmmmm, someone sponsored you then,” she said.
“Yeah,” I nodded.
“Too bad, that means you’re off limits for now,” she said, before adding, “if you want to taste some chocolate later, come and find me.”
“I do have a sweet tooth,” I flirted back, loving the freedom to be the new, more outgoing, me. Even just flirting with someone gave me a little adrenaline rush.
“You’ll be forever changed,” Rosie smiled lewdly, as she moved her right hand under her Minnie mini dress, slid a finger inside herself as I watched captivated, pulled it out and moved her wet finger to me. She smiled, as she offered me her finger, “Want a baptism sample?”
“I shouldn’t be sinful,” I smiled, playing my part as a nun.
“Yet you can’t resist,” she smiled, as she put her finger to my lips.
I had never smelt any pussy other than my own, and mine had always had almost no smell. This aroma, on the other hand, captivated me. I couldn’t even begin to describe the scent other than a bouquet of heaven. I opened my mouth and leaned forward to get my first brief sample of pussy, closing my eyes so I could concentrate on the taste.
By this point I had very little doubt I was a lesbian… it was women who attracted me… but the tiny doubt that had lingered in my southern morally correct mindset faded to oblivion.
This was a taste of real heaven and I sighed my appreciation as I looked into her brown eyes.
She removed her digit and said, “I’ll be in Room Eight. Sing out the password Baptism and I’ll call you past the line-up.”
“Um, okay,” I said, confused by what she meant by that.
“See you soon,” she smiled, as she sauntered off, leaving me hungry for more.
I hadn’t been noticing during this intoxicating exchange that a lot of other guests had arrived. I again looked around, trying to ponder which of these guests, many of them beautiful, could be my sponsor.
A moment later Mistress Brenda arrived, and welcomed the guests and joked for them to enjoy the annual Halloween Hijinks.
Women started scattering in all directions when Lexus suddenly was standing beside me and saying, “Come with me.”
“Those are words I have fantasized hearing all week,” I smiled.
“Mmmmm,” she smiled back, as she took my hand, “me too.”
I followed her past the fun rooms which were just getting started, and to a room that was closed and already occupied.
Lexus said, “I have to blindfold you.”
“Oh my,” I smiled trying not to be nervous, although that kind of scared me.
“Don’t be nervous,” Lexus whispered, as she put it on me. “Your sponsor has a surprise for you.”
“She does?” I asked, curious.
“Well, for one thing, you already know her,” Lexus informed me as the blindfold went on.
“What?” I gasped, hearing her, but shocked to my core.
“You heard me,” she purred, whispering in my ear while simultaneously tugging on it.
I moaned as her hot breath sent chills down my back as I heard her knock three times before she opened the door and led me inside.
“Knees,” a woman instructed.
I wasn’t sure if that meant me or Lexus, but I lowered myself to my knees, as I heard the door close behind me.
Was Lexus still here?
Was I alone with my sponsor?
This had to be the same woman from Friday.
I learned Lexus was still with me when I felt a collar being fastened around my neck.
“Crawl to me, kitty,” the woman ordered softly.
“Yes, Mistress,” I responded, as I began crawling, while being guided by the leash.
I was a bundle of contradictory sensations: my pussy was undeniably wet and even leaking slightly out of me; I trembled as I lowered myself to the floor, both out of obedient excitement but also because the room was chilly; I felt anticipation, as years of fantasy and wondering were about to come to fruition; I felt nervous, as I was completely at the whim of a stranger, my collar and blindfold adding to my submissive helplessness; I felt safe with Lexus in the room with me; I was curious… who was this woman? Why had she picked me?
“Are you ready to be my pet, Lola?” the woman asked.
I knew that voice but I couldn’t place it: I still didn’t know who she was. I didn’t know what she looked like. I didn’t know how I knew her. Yet, all these unknowns didn’t matter to me. I was in a safe place and willing to do almost anything I was ordered to do. I responded, “Yes, Mistress.”
“You understand that what happens here, stays here,” she clarified.
“Of course, Mistress,” I replied, dying to know who she was.
“Then tell me what you want,” she ordered.
“I want to lick your pussy and to be your obedient pet,” I answered. “I want to attempt to bring you the same pleasure you gave me last Friday.”
“Good answer, Lola,” she said. “I knew you were going to be a delicious little submissive when I first saw you.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” I replied, dying to know who this was… her voice sounded so familiar, and yet I still couldn’t place it.
“Remove her blindfold, Lexus,” my sultry seductress ordered.
“Of course, Mistress,” Lexus agreed, taking it off.
I looked up and gasped as I stammered, as I discovered who my benefactor was, “P-P-Professor Adams!”
“Surprised?” she asked, standing two feet away and looking down at me in a blue stewardess outfit, with the perky cap and mocha nylons. The skirt was so short that I could almost see if she was wearing panties, but not quite.
“You can’t imagine how pleasantly,” I answered, as she had been the focus of so many of my masturbation fantasies.
“You’ve fantasized about me before today, haven’t you, my pet?” she asked, as she parted her legs wider to reveal no panties, and a completely shaved pussy.
“Almost daily,” I admitted, a massive sense of relief at knowing who had sponsored me, who had molested me last week.
“As have I,” she smiled as she pulled the leash I noticed was now in her hand and leading me the short distance towards her pussy.
“May I lick you, Mistress?” I asked.
“Will I be your first?” she asked, her pussy now mere inches from my face, moist and fragrant.
“Yes, you will,” I admitted, my mouth watering at the inviting pink peach before me.
“Mmmmmm,” she purred, as she grasped the leash close to my neck, gave a tender tug and pulled me directly into her pussy, “you may, my pet.”
Permission granted, I extended my tongue and licked.
It was fireworks on the tongue.
Intoxicating.
Natural.
“That’s it, my pet,” she moaned. “Take your time.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I mindlessly responded, as I did just that. I traced her pussy lips. I parted them and tasted the extra wetness, which tantalized my taste buds. I licked her clit. I probed her hole.
“Oh yes, Lola, you love my cunt, don’t you?” she moaned, as I tongue fucked her.
“Yes, Mistress, it’s wonderful,” I agreed, wishing I would have taken the risk way before now… regretting how I had wasted the majority of my teen years longing after pussy while I reluctantly sucked cock.
“Raise your skirt, get on all fours and move your knees apart,” she ordered.
“Yes, Mistress,” I obeyed without stopping my licking of her pussy. I was addicted to the act of licking pussy as well as her subtle sweet taste and her intoxicating scent.
“You’re such a natural,” she added, as I felt someone who must be Lexus moving my legs slightly wider apart and draping my skirt across the small of my back.”I hope you don’t mind if Lexus tastes your teen twat,” Professor Adams said naughtily, as I felt Lexus sliding beneath me.
“Definitely not,” I said, “especially not the girl who gave me my first real kiss,” as I kept licking and then moaned the moment her tongue licked me from below.
“She is one of the best pussy pleasers I have ever had,” Professor Adams moaned, as I licked her.
“Hopefully I will be that too, one day soon,” I said, between licks.
“Thank you, Mistress,” Lexus responded from below me as she gave me pleasure I didn’t know existed. Well, I’d assumed it existed, but hadn’t yet experienced anything like it. Her tongue was turning my flame down below into a wildfire in seconds.
“Stop, Lexus,” Professor Adams ordered, “she is going to come too soon.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Lexus said, stopping instantly.
“Told you she’s good,” the Professor said.
“And just serving you gets me horny,” I admitted.
“That is a clue you are a natural submissive,” Professor Adams explained.
“I’ve always known I was,” I said, as I began licking faster, wanting to get her off.
“That’s it,” she moaned, giving my collar a gentle tug, “show me how badly you want my cum.”
“Yes indeed, Mistress,” I moaned, as I attacked her entire pussy region.
“Oh yes, lick my cunt, my eager student,” she moaned, “I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at me, longing for me,” as her breathing began to change.
Desperate to get her off, to taste her cum, I furiously licked, and then sensing she was close, attacked her clit and tugged it between my lips.
“Yes!” she screamed. “Right there!”
And she came, all over my face… a massive first squirt sprayed all over my face and lips as I tried to catch as much of her cum in my mouth as possible.
“Lick it all up, you eager little slut,” my Professor ordered, calling me a slut for the first time. A term that somehow added extra zest to the experience.
I, of course, licked up every drop of her cum before I felt hands on my hips pulling me down and I was suddenly lying, my legs spread wide, on Lexus’s face and she was licking me. I moaned, “Oh, dear God!”
“She’s been craving your cunt all week,” Professor Adams informed me as she continued coming while she watched me writhe in ecstasy and listened to me moan.
“I’ve never been licked before either,” I admitted, before adding, “at least not by a girl.”
“Oh, I imagine you’ll learn there is quite a difference,” she smiled, as Lexus licked my pussy and I could feel my orgasm already close to eruption.
“Oh, God,” I moaned again. “I’m going to come already.”
“She has the magic lick,” Professor Adams smiled, before adding, “you may come whenever you are ready, my puss puss.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” I whimpered, as I moved my hands to Professor Adam’s legs for balance and deciding to do what I had seen on a few lesbian face sitting scenes, I began to grind my pussy on Lexus’s face.
“Yes, go ahead and use her face,” Professor Adams encouraged as my lust and desire consumed me.
I did, and Lexus kept licking and in seconds, as if I were a guy, I came as I screamed, continuing to use the Lord’s name in vain, “Oh my God!”
“That’s it, come all over the cunt-licking slut’s face,” Professor Adams growled, the words sounding so nasty coming from her normally soft-spoken mouth.
“Eat my cum,” I ordered, suddenly feeling a rush of orgasmic power.
She, of course, kept lapping my cunt as I kept quaking, thankful I was using Professor Adam’s legs to hold me up.
“Ready to get fucked?” Professor Adams asked.
“Did I just eat your cunt?” I responded in a witty affirmative.
“Why yes, you did,” she smiled, as she reached for a bag on the couch I hadn’t noticed earlier.
“Which cock do you prefer?” she asked, pulling out three.
“Oh my,” I said, as I looked at three different strap-ons. All three were bigger than any guy I had fucked. “They’re all bigger than I’ve ever had.”
“Well Big Black Jack is ten inches of deep penetration, Thick Rick is only six inches but will spread that ripe pussy of yours to the max, and there’s the happy medium Deep Spread Red,” she explained
“I love that you named them,” I smiled, even as Lexus slowly licked my cunt, which was still leaking copiously.
“They are all a part of me,” she said.
“Hopefully one of them will be inside me very soon,” I said, the idea of getting fucked a major turn-on by any of those majestic cocks. The fact it would be attached to a beautiful woman who would be telling me what to do making all the difference from a guy doing it.
“You pick the dick,” Professor Adams rhymed beautifully.
“I’m not sure I’m ready for Big Black Jack or Thick Rick,” I said, each of them seeming a bit extreme for my rarely filled pussy.
“Good choice,” Professor Adams approved, as she stood up, put the harness around her body and asked, “Want to taste Lexus?”
“Are you going to fuck me with a big red cock?” I answered.
“Do you always answer a question with another questions?” she asked.
“Only when I’m trying to be witty and sexy and unpredictable,” I explained, not sure if she was finding me adorable or grating.
“It’s cute,” she reassured me, adding, “why don’t you let Lexus get up and sit on the couch.”
“I can do that.” I said, getting off my knees and helping up a very wet-faced Lexus. “You look hot with cum on your face.”
“I hope I can say the same thing, and soon,” she replied as she leaned in and kissed me. I could taste my cunt juice on her lips.
When she broke the kiss, I smiled, “I taste good.”
“Fucking delicious,” Lexus agreed, kissing me again, just as wetly.
“Could you two lovebirds stop fawning over each other long enough for me to fuck my new pet?” Professor Adams asked.
“For your cock we can,” Lexus said, kissing me one more time.
“Let’s go to the bed,” Professor Adams instructed, the rigid cock now in place.
“Yes, Mistress,” both Lexus and I said in unison and then we both giggled.
Lexus took my hand and led me to the bed. Once we were on it, Professor Adams joined us too as I crawled between Lexus’s pantyhose-clad legs, surprised to see there was an opening at her crotch, and her shaved pussy was calling my name.
I buried my face in the cunt I had been dreaming about since Friday, and began licking her as I felt hands grasping my hips.
“Oh yes, lick my cunt, baby,” Lexus moaned, being called ‘baby’ by someone so hot, really turning me on.
“Ready to do some multi-tasking?” Professor Adams asked, tugging on my leash playfully, just a reminder it was there.
I didn’t answer with any more questions this time as I replied, “Please fuck my cunt with your big cock, Mistress Adams.”
“It’s Janice,” Professor Adams informed me.
“Please pound my pussy with that prodigious pecker, Mistress Janice,” I reworded, trying to use as much alliteration as I could,
“I like that nasty tongue of yours,” Mistress Janice smiled, as she slid the cock all the way into me with one deep thrust.
“Oooooh fuck!” I moaned, as Lexus reached for my head and pulled me back into her briefly neglected cunt.
“Sorry,” I apologized, as I resumed licking while I began getting fucked.
Lexus’s cunt tasted so sweet; Professor Adam’s cock felt so good; this was what heaven must feel like and taste like.
I licked and licked.
I was fucked and fucked.
My second orgasm rose quickly.
Lexus moaned, “Don’t stop, baby, I love your tongue.”
“Don’t come yet, my pet,” Mistress Janice ordered, as she slapped my ass smartly and I found the sharp pain arousing as was another tug of the leash.
“Yes, Mistress,” I said, although I wasn’t sure I would be able to control my orgasm if she kept fucking me.
“Oh yes, slide some fingers in me,” Lexus demanded.
I did, easily sliding two inside her and began to finger fuck her while I attacked her clit.
“Oh yes, finger fuck me, eat my clit, fuck yes, yes, fuck!” Lexus babbled over a thirty second timeframe until she came… a gush of cunt cum spilling directly between my lips and over my tongue.
“Now you can come,” Mistress Janice said a minute later, as I finished lapping up the tasty cunt juice.
Wanting and needing to come again, I began bouncing back to meet Mistress’s hard forward trusts as Lexus added, “Oh yes, baby, fuck yourself on our Mistress’s Red cock.”
“Oh yes,” I moaned, my second orgasm on the brink of eruption.
“Now, slut, come right now,” Professor Adams demanded, slapping my ass three times as I furiously bounced back on the big cock, taking it all inside me as I wondered what the longer cock would feel like. I now was pretty sure I could take the ten-inch cock.
But that would be for another time as right now I screamed, as orgasm two ripped through me, “Yes!”
I collapsed forward, almost back into Lexus’s pussy and Mistress Janice kept fucking me throughout my orgasm.
A couple minutes later she pulled out and said, “The rest of the night is yours to explore however you like, my pet.”
“I think you may have broken me for others,” I joked, rolling onto my back to recover from my multiple orgasms.
She laughed, “Oh, you’ll recover.”
“Yes, you will,” Lexus added, rolling over and kissing me.
“And you two lovebirds make sure you go out and play,” she scolded, “there are lots of other women wanting a piece of you.”
“We will,” Lexus said, before adding, “eventually.”
She then resumed kissing me.
For minutes as she took off my collar, which I’d often forgot I was wearing, without breaking the kiss
No more, no less… just kissing.
When she broke the kiss, she smiled and said, “You know, I’ve never done this before.”
“Done what?” I asked, looking into her warm eyes.
“Fallen for someone,” she answered.
“You fell for me?” I asked.
“Can’t you tell?” she asked, looking a little surprised.
The words just tumbled out of my mouth. “I’m really new to all this and you are so utterly beautiful and I didn’t dare hope…” I babbled until I was shut up by her lips kissing me again.
After a brief kiss she said, “You are beautiful too, Lola, both inside and out, and I don’t want you ever thinking otherwise.”
“Okay,” I said, unsure what else to say. The fact this beautiful girl thought I was beautiful was the ultimate astonishment in this week full of amazing surprises.
“Good,” she said kissing me once more. She then got up and said, “I am to meet with Mistress Brenda at ten o’clock.”
What time is it?” I asked, time having lost relevance during this wild life-changing, sexuality-confirming encounter.
“Nine fifty,” she answered.
“Oh my.”
“Go explore some more,” Lexus suggested. “Have fun.”
“I already have,” I smiled.
“Well, have some more,” she smiled, kissing me one more time before straightening her dress and walking out the door.
I followed her out and was surprised to see a line of seven women queued up at the open door of Room Eight and remembered it was the room Big Rosie said she’d be in. I walked past it and saw her with a girl between her wide-open legs.
“Have you ever tasted Big Rosie?” a woman asked, dressed as Queen Elizabeth (the Renaissance one) asked.
“No, it’s my first time here,” I answered.
“Well, then get in line,” she suggested, “you don’t want to miss it; it’s life altering.”
“This whole evening is life altering,” I joked.
“I imagine it is,” she smiled.
Big Rosie bellowed, “Eat my cunt cum, slut.”
“Almost my turn,” the old woman said, looking as excited as a kid on Christmas morning.
“Have fun,” I said.
“Oh, I will,” she said, just as Big Rosie yelled, “Next slut!”
I was curious, but I wanted to see what else was going on in the other rooms.
I walked past a couple of closed private rooms and entered Room Five, the dance club, and saw it was more crowded than last week. A couple dozen women were dancing, while three girls completely naked were making out together on a dance box. Liking the song that was playing, and feeling more confident now that my sexuality was confirmed, no question at all, I walked onto the dance floor and started dancing and for twenty minutes and a few songs I danced. I also was kissed by a dozen women, fingered by one, I fingered one and was felt up by a few… yet, never was a word spoken. It was so surreal and hot, and my pussy was again on fire.
The room was also super-hot, so I got out to get a little fresh air and a drink. A water, as I wanted to remember this entire wonderful evening, which I grabbed from a cute maid I hadn’t met before.
I peeked into the bondage room and saw a gagged woman in the stocks getting fucked from behind by a large woman; a middle-aged woman was on the swing and being eaten out by another woman. A woman, I think the same woman from Friday, was shackled to a wall with a vibrator in her cunt and trembling like crazy. I was a little worried for her until I heard the woman holding the vibrator demand, “Don’t you dare come, slut.”
This room still scared me, so I headed out and into the toy room. This room was surprisingly empty. I mean it was still full of toys, but there was no one in it. Figuring while at a sex party with a Sybian I may as well ride the Sybian, I walked over to the center one, turned it on, straddled it and lowered myself on the buzzing machine.
“Ooooooooooh,” I moaned, the second I engulfed the cock, the vibrations were intense. They also varied in mode every twenty seconds.
My eyes were closed as I enjoyed the buzzing sensations so I was startled when a voice asked, “Enjoying yourself?”
I opened my eyes and looked up to see a middle-aged woman in a cute Catgirl outfit. Still riding high from the night, I responded, ‘I hear these things are all the buzz.”
“Funny,” she laughed, as she moved to the one on my right.
“Oooooh,” I moaned, as the vibrations sped up.
“‘Sometimes I’ll spend an hour on one of these things,” she said, as she lowered herself onto it.
“I imagine if I owned one of these, I might never leave my house,” I joked.
“Yes, they’re a real treat,” the woman agreed, as she began to grind on the machine.
“Good idea,” I said, replicating her actions.
So for a couple of minutes, maybe a few, we both enjoyed the power of the Sybian. A couple other girls entered the room, one going to kneel before a fuck machine and began getting fucked, and the other sitting down on the last open Sybian on my left.
Old me would be mortified to be in such a compromising sexual position while others watched or were even just in the same room, yet this party was completely liberating and totally shattered the chains of the societal expectations I’d always followed.
So I didn’t feel any shame, only pleasure, when I screamed, as another orgasm coursed through me, “Oh my God!”
“You come, girl,” the woman encouraged, although I was already doing exactly that.
The vibrations were intense, and I leaned forward for balance as the orgasm cascaded through me.
The pleasure was equally intense, and I had to get off as I felt like I might pee. Once I was off, I realized I did indeed need to pee and quickly found a washroom.
Once I was done, I decided I wanted to taste another pussy and figured I should try the dark chocolate I was told was so heavenly.
I went back to Room Eight, not looking into any other rooms so I wouldn’t get sucked in, and saw the line-up was still six people long.
I peeked inside and this time Big Rosie saw me as a younger looking blonde was between her legs. “Hi, sweetheart. Did you come to get your treat?”
“Yes, ma’am,” the blonde nodded, her face wet as she stood up and returned to the head of the line.
I said, “Sorry, Felicia.”
“No apologies, my dear, first timers get a front-of-the-line pass,” Big Rosie said, as she snapped her fingers again and pointed to her pussy.
“Yes, ma’am,” I nodded, as I scurried up to her, dropped before her, and looked at her pussy. Her skin was black, but her pussy pink, the contrasting colours somehow enhancing the beauty of her cunt.
“Go ahead, my pet,” Big Rosie offered.
“Yes, ma’am,” I repeated, as I leaned forward, extended my tongue and tasted my third cunt of the night.
“There you go,” she moaned, as I decided I was going to take my time this time, long line be damned.
I traced her thick pussy lips with my tongue.
I slowly parted her pussy lips and tasted her wetness.
I wiggled my tongue back and forth between the pussy lips.
I swirled my tongue around her clit.
She moaned, “You are a natural my pet,” as I again heard the unique compliment.
“Thank you,” I responded, as I kept licking, consumed by the desire to please, craving her cum. Hearing her moan was just the approval I needed.
Yet, I didn’t want this to end so I didn’t attack her clit, I teased it. A quick tug and then I trailed my tongue down her cunt.
Deciding to have a focus, I traced the numbers 1 to 10 in her pussy which made my tongue activity seem completely random to her.
“Oh my,” she moaned, “you’re driving me crazy.”
“I want to be here all night,” I admitted, her taste so teasingly delightful.
“Oh, I’d like that too, you eager little lezzy girl,” she moaned, “but I have a line-up.”
She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me deeper and I took that as a wordless order to speed up my pleasing.
I lapped hungrily.
I attacked her clit.
Her moans got loud, and she then came in a massive gush of wetness that splattered all over my face.
I hungrily lapped up her copious cunt cum, her scent so strong, her taste instantly addicting.
“Lick it all up, my white pet,” she moaned, holding my head motionless between her legs.
I licked up every drop I could of the cunt champagne until she let me go and said, looking down at me fondly, “I expect to see you here again.”
“Every time,” I replied, not able to fathom never tasting this again.
“Good girl,” she said, as I stood up, my face for the third time completely soaked with someone’s tasty cum.
“Next!” Rosie yelled, as I wondered how many orgasms she could possibly have in one night. Which led me to wonder how many orgasms I could have in one night.
I decided to try and find Lexus. I didn’t find her, but I did find another massive lesbian orgy occurring in Room Two. There were easily ten women in various stages of undress on the massive bed.
Old me would have just watched, but new me didn’t hesitate as I walked over to the bed, saw an opening, crawled onto it and without a by your leave began sucking a random person’s massive breast. I couldn’t see her face as another woman was sitting on it, while another woman was licking her.
Then, for a period of time I couldn’t even begin to fathom, I played with these strangers.
I sucked on the woman’s tits.
A girl fingered my pussy.
I was spun onto my back, my head resting on another woman’s leg as a pretty thin black woman (in her forties I’m guessing) buried her face in my cunt. I watched for a few seconds before my view was blocked by a woman’s cunt as someone whose face I hadn’t previously noticed sat on my face and ordered, “Get eating, slut.”
The girl at my pussy then licked my asshole. It felt strangely nice as I wondered if anal sex would feel good. It hadn’t been a fantasy for me before, but after tonight I wanted to try everything and anything at least once.
I came again; I made the stranger on my face cum and learned every pussy has a similar and yet different taste. This one tasted more tart than the others.
I was rolled onto my side and a cock slid inside me from behind. I looked back to see a chubby, cute girl dressed in a flapper headdress and nothing else except for the strap-on she was presumably fucking me with although I couldn’t see it. “Hi,” she said.
“Hi, back,” I moaned, as I faced forward again and was staring at a nice black ass. So I began scattering licks and kisses on it.After a minute the black ass moved away and another pussy presented itself before me, and after a little position shifting I began licking a pretty brunette a few years older than I was.
I brought her to orgasm and eventually I had another one too.
Needing to go to the washroom again, I got off the bed, which wasn’t easy through the twisted tangle of female limbs.
I went the washroom and was suddenly exhausted.
It was after midnight. How long had I spent on that bed?
I searched for Lexus again, but couldn’t find her. I sighed, and assumed she was busy.
I headed out, got in a taxi and collapsed.
Five minutes later still in the taxi, I got a text from her: I got outside just in time to see you get in the cab. Sorry I missed you. Want to go to a movie on Friday?
I responded back, a rush of adrenaline coursing through me: I’d love to.
She texted back: Dress sexy. We will go clubbing after.
I texted back: I hope you dress sexy too.
She responded: Always for you.
I texted: Good night!
She responded: Sweet dreams.
I texted back: Of you.
She texted back a smile emoji.
Back at the dorm, I was suddenly alive again and horny and thinking maybe I could have one last orgasm or one last cunt to taste, or both.
I went across campus to the party, found Carol and asked, “Has anyone found your other shoe yet?”
She smiled, “Not yet.”
I said, being crazy forward compared to the old me, “I think I found it in my dorm room.”
“Where?” she asked with a smile.
“In my bed,” I answered.
“Oh,” she said. “Maybe you should show me.”
I took her hand we headed back to my dorm room where a lengthy sixty-nine ended my night.
…..
The next day my new lunch became Professor Adam’s pussy.
On Friday I went on my first date with a girl that ended back at Lexus’s place where we made love.
A few weeks later, Lexus and I were in matching transparent red baby doll nightgowns and red thigh highs with matching five-inch heels and nothing else except for the red collars around our necks attached to leashes. We held hands with each other, loving everyone’s attention while our Mistress Janice, also wearing a transparent nightgown and thigh highs – her nightgown was long and a deep purple – as she led her happily submissive pets into the mansion for the November gala.