0 comments/ 149547 views/ 11 favorites Female Persuasion By: CaroleS31 Let me begin by saying a little about myself. First, I am a 32 year old recently divorced woman, but at the time this story took place I was 30 and still married. I had never had a lesbian experience, and quite honestly I had never even consciously entertained the idea. I am 5'6" tall with short brown hair and green eyes. I try and keep myself in good shape but I could probably stand to loose about 15 pounds, my breasts are rather cumbersome at a 38D, my waist narrow, my tummy nearly flat, and my hips nicely flared. At the time this story took place my husband Jerry and I had been having some troubles, and he had moved out for a "trial separation." We never got back together and this story should shed some light on the reason why. It was May and I was set to attend a Jack and Jill party for a close friend of mine. I got my sister to watch my daughter for the entire night, so if I had too much to drink I wouldn't have to drive home. It had been a long time since I had gone out with out Jerry or Brianna so I was ready to have a good time. The party started out pretty tame, with every one standing around talking and drinking. Some of the guys started a card game and we all seemed to be having a good time. By 10:00 most of the older people had gone home, and the rest of us were feeling little pain. About this time the entertainment arrived and started setting things up. The entertainment consisted of two strippers, one guy with a fabulous body and a short blonde woman who was every bit his equal. They arranged the chairs in the room in a large oval that took up nearly the entire dance floor of the banquet hall. Everyone began to sit down, with all the men at one end of the oval, and all the woman on the other side, and as luck would have it I was in the middle, sitting next to my friend Gail to my left and one of the guys at the party, I think his name was Roger. The strippers started out by doing a little erotic dance on the middle of the floor and as they bumped and ground their bodies together they began to remove each others clothes. It wasn't long before they were both down to a g-string and then they started working the room. Dan, the male dancer started with me, and as he walked up to me he took my hands and placed them on his chest, which was hard and muscular with out an ounce of fat. He was smooth shaven and his hips were gyrating to the beat of a top 40 dance song. My hands were sliding all over his muscular body going from his chest to his arms, then down to his hard ass. When my hands reached his ass he climbed up onto the chair with me, the bulge from his manhood just a foot away from my face. By this time I was clearly flushed, and his hips began pumping closer to my face. In a moment of sanity I reached into my pocket and pulled out a 10 dollar bill and slid it into his g-string. Satisfied, he thanked me and climbed down moving over to dance for Gail. Slowly as my pulse slowed, and my breathing returned to normal I was able to look around the room. All of the men and women had money in their hands eagerly awaiting their turn with the dancers. The men sat in their chairs quietly as Amber, the woman dancer, worked her way around the room. The women were much more animated, yelling and hollering with every lewd insidious movement by Dan the man, as they were calling him. This spectacle continued for nearly an hour, with each dancer spending extra time with the guests of honor, until finally they were at their last dances. Amber, who stood no more than five feet tall was just starting her dance for Roger when she looked at me, and for a split second our eyes met. She smiled seductively, and then looked back at Roger and started moving her slender now completely naked body for him. Since she was just two feet away from me I continued to watch her dance, partly out of curiosity, but mostly in awe of her beauty and the way she could move her body. Every movement was seductive, and her tan body glistened with a layer of oil and sweat. Her breasts were not overly large, but matched her lithe body to a tee. In a word she was perfection, and for some reason I found myself drawn to her. The entire time she danced for Roger my eyes never left her. I was devouring her with my eyes when the song ended. She stood up straight, ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, stretched and sat down on my lap. Every one laughed for a moment but another song began and amber stood in front of me and asked if I would like a dance. I couldn't speak, so I just nodded my head slowly. She smiled and began running her hands over her body. She was swaying to the sensual sounds coming out of the speakers, and our eyes were locked onto each other. With a big smile she moved closer until her legs were touching my now widely spread thighs. Her tongue licked her lips ever so slowly, and her hands took mine and placed them on her hips. I shuddered for a moment as she climbed onto my outstretched legs our bodies slowly becoming one. I was completely unaware of my surroundings. The only things that existed in the entire universe Amber and me. My hands started to explore her body, running up from her slender hips, to the gentle curve of her breasts, and then back down to the soft valley of her tummy. She let out a soft moan and she began to move her hips, slowly rocking back and forth. She reached down and slid her hands inside my blouse as she bent down to kiss me. I swooned as our lips first touched. I could taste her lipstick and the room started to spin. My hands moved to her back and I pulled her close. Our lips parting and our tongues entwined we began to loose control. Her hands moved lower and pulled my shirt up over my head causing our kiss to break for just a moment, and then we kissed again with even more passion. Her fingers moved to my large breasts and expertly rubbed, caressed, and pinched my engorged nipples. I moaned loudly into her mouth as a small tremor shook my body. I needed more, I wanted to feel every inch of her soft flesh, to taste the sweat from her body. I wanted to cum, to make her climax with me. I wanted to climb the mountain, reach the summit, and never come back, and just drift off into eternal bliss. The music had ended long before, and the room was dead silent. The lack of noise startled us back to reality. When we broke our embrace the room erupted in cheers and laughter from the men. I was mortified. I stood up and scrambled to the ladies room to escape my embarrassment, and Amber followed me. "I am so sorry, I just got carried away," she pleaded. I started to cry and she took my head in her hands. She wiped the tears from my face and we kissed again. This time much softer, and lovingly and suddenly everything seemed all right. We talked in the ladies room for a long time, and kissed some more. In the end I agreed to go home with her, not that it was a difficult decision. We rode together in her car, a little Mazda Miata convertible. Her fingers rested on my thigh as we drove, lightly caressing my trembling flesh. At the front door she stopped before opening it to kiss me lightly, and told me I looked beautiful with the light of a full moon shining on my face. I told her she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. With that said, the door opened and she led me inside her condo. It was small and cozy, tastefully decorated in cream colors and pastels. We first went into the living room and I sat on the over stuffed couch as Amber went into the kitchen to get us something to drink. She walked back into the room with two glasses of lemonade, set them on the table and sat next to me on the sofa. We were talking, getting to know about one another and once again her fingers were lightly stroking my knee and thigh. We turned to face each other and again out lips met. I kissed her hard, my tongue diving through her lips seeking out hers. My hands shook as they ran excitedly over her body, under her shirt, pulling her close to me. Her fingers pushed my skirt up around my waist and for the first time she made contact with my womanhood. We kissed on the couch, removing clothes until we were both only wearing out panties. Hers were a fresh pair of black satin French cut panties, and mine a simple pair with white lace in front. Her kisses moved from my mouth to my neck and ears and I moaned out load. The smell of sex hung in the air as we passionately kissed and fondled each other our excitement ever rising. Amber kissed her way down my body, stopping at my swollen nipples to bite and tease them. My hands went to her hair and I slowly stroked her scalp as she made love to my breasts. She started to move lower, and I moaned my approval when she reached my mons. Her brown eyes looking up at mine as she parted my lips and lowered her mouth to my wet, swollen sex. I gasped when her tongue penetrated me and she devoured me, trying to consume my every drop. I began to quake and shudder until I exploded in the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. My body still hypersensitive, Amber slid herself up on top of me, and kissed me again, allowing me to taste myself on her lips. "Thank you, thank you so much," I said as we lay there enjoying the feel of our bodies pressing together. Soon after I slipped off to sleep, but I was awakened by the feel of her hands stroking my body once more. We stood up and she led me into the bedroom where we climbed under the sheets and kissed some more. I told her I wanted to make her feel good, and she told me I already had. I started to kiss her and explore her body, a little unsure of myself, but learning as I went. My passion built as I was allowed to touch, and caress this beautiful woman beneath me. I made love to her breasts for a long, long time and then moved down to her sex. I looked at it, studied it, never having seen this sight up close. It was a thing of beauty, like a flower ready to bloom. I inhaled her scent, a sweet smell if ever there was, and then I lowered my mouth to her. The taste was a wonderful combination of sweet and tart and I found I could not get enough. I lost myself in her, trying to touch every part of her swollen womanhood. She climaxed repeatedly, and I still did not want to come up. She finally had to pull me away because she could not take anymore. We lay next to each other our legs entwined, kissing and whispering our thoughts to each other, until we drifted off to sleep again. I woke up the next morning to the sound of music, and the smell of fresh coffee. I smiled as I climbed out of bed and twinkled into the kitchen, still naked. Amber was just cutting up some fresh fruit, and pouring a cup of coffee when I walked in. She looked up, and seeing my naked form grinned widely showing her bright white teeth. We embraced and a flood of emotions overwhelmed me. I was happier than I had been in years, but scared of what uncertainties lay ahead. One thing was sure, I wanted to be with Amber. I told her this, and she told me she felt the same way, then she asked me to move in with her. We were like kindred spirits, meant to be together. We still are. Female Persuasion Hobblenock 002 Dear reader, My name is Hobblenock and I'm a hob-goblin of the horny variety. My duty to write about what I have seen and what I know while clamped into my special high chair by she ( who I must obey ). My next story is about a woman who's circumstances change dramatically and is ultimately transformed. Some might say for the better and some would say for the worst, but who's story continues in further writings. As I look into my crystal ball I can see that all will be revealed, 'Heah, Heh, Heh!' If you see what I mean. Female Persuasion In an average town, on an average street, in a average house sat an average looking woman; her expressionless face lit by the harsh light from the television set. She stared at the moving images without any reason or interest and wondered what her life would have been like if she had made some better decisions. Tiredness began to creep up on her and the thoughts of regret began to dissolve into nothing. She started to become detached from the surroundings as the cheap entertainment began to hypnotise, drawing her heavy eyelids down into darkness. Her mind was aware of a vast and vacant void which contained a distant, yellow light that swung from side to side like a pendulum. A clattering and scraping sound like metal against metal accompanied its swaying motion, increasing in volume as the light gradually moved closer. The light grew more intense and filled her mind's eye, the vision becoming blinding and unbearable, the deafening sound of metal was too much for her to take. It was like being caught in the full beam of a lorry hurtling towards her with its ear-splitting horn signaling her imminent demise. She began to panic, desperately wanting with all her body and soul to escape from the nightmare of her semi-conscious state. Her body jolted and her eyes snapped open, she could feel her heart still thumping franticly inside her chest, but was relieved and thankful that somehow she had managed to return to the familiarity of her living room. The woman on the sofa was left stunned and puzzled by what she had just experienced. Her waste of a husband showed no reaction, still remaining slouched in his armchair watching a football match, looking like a man suffering from a serious attack of lethargy. His right hand loosely held on to a can of beer while the rest of his pathetic body remained barely visible, almost consumed by the upholstery that surrounded him. A pair of legs dangled lifelessly to the floor, looking like they had lost the ability to support his own small and unremarkable frame. He remained unaware and unmoved, helplessly stuck in football land without wanting a return ticket back to existence. She sighed to herself and got up from the sofa to get a drink of water as she knew he would be no great comfort or much use to her, which was much like he had been in most of her married life. The bright moonlight entered through the narrow kitchen window, partially lighting the room with its surreal, lunar radiance. It was bright enough for her to see clearly without the aid of extra light, enabling her to acquire a glass for a well needed drink. But it was a drink she would never have and the glass dropped, shattering into tiny fragments on the floor as she stared directly out of the window to a sight that made her wonder weather she was still dreaming. At the end of a long, poorly maintained garden was a grassy bank and on it stood a large, dark shape that stared directly through the window at her. The moonlight captured the creatures outline in a series of elegant curves along its thick, long neck and down its back to the strands of hair that made a tail. It was the recognisable shape of a shire horse, framed in the top half of the kitchen window, standing motionless while the animal's black mane flayed around in the stiff, night breeze. It was surprising but not entirely improbable as the end of the garden led onto a large field that was privately owned, but which had never contained horses before. All she had ever seen in the field was kids playing and people having picnic's in the many years she had lived there. It was likely that it could have been abandoned by someone, but the horse didn't seem too distressed, remaining unnaturally still as if patiently waiting for her. The back door of the house opened and she cautiously walked down the garden path to approach the animal that still remained completely stationary. Large amounts of rubbish and rubble where clumsily negotiated before finally tackling the back fence in just a nightdress, shoes and coat. She landed with a heavy thump at the base of the grassy bank then scrambled up its steep incline to stand breathlessly beside the strange horse that showed no reaction and no movement even when standing next to it. The night was turning in to the small hours of early morning. The houses of the neighbourhood and beyond could be seen with the aid of the streetlights that scattered the local area. The horse stared outward as if observing the peaceful scene of people in their deep slumber. She stroked its long nose affectionately, the touch feeling like the texture of bristled velvet under her fingers. "Are you lost?", she said. Stupidly realising there would be no reply but asking anyway. The horse finally showed signs of life, turning its head to the side to stare at the woman. The animal's movement seemed slow and controlled, its big, dark eyes looked at her and she looked back into them to feel a connection that linked them both. She saw the sky and the clouds that resembled fractured slate, the moonlight piercing through the multitude of gaps in the detailed reflections in its eyes. The familiar hypnotic sense came back and she sank deeper into the vision to hear a clam and distant voice. "You are the one who is lost. Follow me and don't look back ... Never look back again..." She quickly snapped back to reality as if someone had just flicked on a switch. The horse turned almost mechanically and began to guide the apprehensive woman who was compelled to follow. She travelled across the field as the brisk night breeze buffeted around her nightdress, causing it to lift and fall like the movement of a jellyfish. The air began to chill her legs but she was unconcerned, feeling a strange sense of surreal detachment as the strangely behaved horse led her into a strikingly familiar scenario. An old, disorganized fence travelled erratically around the fringes of the field. It stretched into the distance then curved around towards the horizon to act as a boundary to a dense patch of small, untouched woodland that mushroomed behind it. A gypsy caravan was parked near the roots of the dark, mangled woods, its lantern outside glowing and swaying on a metal chain that it was attached to. Her insides froze at the sight but the panic was subdued, compelled to continue by whatever force lay inside the caravan. The trees greeted her with their rhythmic rustling like the sea against the sand, along with the lantern that clattered its beat outside the entrance. The horse had done its duty and frolicked naturally around in the night and celebrated its release from the force that had held it. She briefly watched it gleefully galloping about before climbing the small set of wooden steps to enter and confront the instigator of the night's strange events. The inside was cramped and cluttered but it was a great deal warmer than the outside. Objects and clothing where almost covering the whole interior with items hanging from the arched, wooden framework of the roof where no other space could be found. She stooped to avoid hitting most of the dangling items, making her way towards the curious character that sat at an overused, fold-away table that looked like it had seen better days.A woman sat behind the table with a crystal ball in front of her. She had a narrow-shaped face that curved sharply from her cheekbones to a small, pointed chin. Her long hair was straight and fine, falling down to her shoulders and down the back of what resembled a black business jacket. It extended beyond where the collar should have been and went up to remain tightly buttoned under her chin. She looked like a women in her 40's who had lost none of her sultry aura. In fact it seemed like it had grown with age and exuded from her very person. The most striking feature was her top hat that gave the woman a refined but eccentric style that seemed very out of place inside a caravan that smelt like there was an animal living somewhere inside it. "Please be seated...", she said in a calm, husky voice. The other woman sat down, now curious and under no influence. She had always been sceptical of fortune tellers and wasn't going to be duped into believing her. Even on such a strange night. "If you are a fortune teller then you should already know my name." The fortune teller smiled knowingly at the woman. Her dark eyes seemed to burn right through her. "You are she of compliant nature, she of life that is without any real life. You are a woman that tolerates but doesn't break free because of fear of the unknown... You are Michelle..." Michelle gasped as her name was spoken. But it was information that was easy to acquire if the strange woman was determined enough. "How did you know my name? And who are you?" "My name is Riea Darkkwing and it's my business to know." The crystal ball seemed redundant, her hands never touching it and her eyes never looking into it. Her sight was firmly fixed on Michelle as if she was seeing into her soul. "Your husband... He of the temperament of a sloth and he of the belly like a camel's fatty hump. He is your weight that is attached to your ankle by the chain of regret." "Yes, I would say that you've described my husband fairly accurately." "The longer you are attached to the chain, the more painful it will become. You have to break that chain for your own salvation and only then is it possible to walk the path to happiness." "I don't need the advice of a strange woman in a top hat and I'm old enough to make my own decisions without anybody else interfering." Michelle reacted defensively, as if the fortune teller had got too close to the truth. She started to feel uncomfortable in the small caravan and was beginning to realise that leaving was a better option than having her life examined. The fortune teller could sense her sudden change from sceptical to believer, now reluctant to participate any further as parts of her private life where peeled away. But it was a reaction she had experienced many times before from the many delusional people she had met. "The finger of disapproval is not being waved at you, Michelle of the nightdress. It is my duty to give you the option of change and it is for you to decide weather to open the door of opportunity or not." "My advice to you is do not let a chance go to waste." Michelle moved in her seat, wanting to leave but also curious as to what the woman was offering her. "What exactly is this opportunity you are willing to offer me?" "A new start. Independence. A freedom that you do not have. And also desire.... Desire beyond that of what most people know of. All this I can give you in a place that most know nothing about." "And what is this place you know so much about?" "It is a place called Alterville. It is a city that remains ignored by the outside but exists in the backs of people's minds and which is never far away when you seek it." "I am a guide for those in need weather they be man or woman and they are drawn to that very place if it is inside their heart of hearts." The fortune teller reached into one of her pockets and pulled out a card then offered it to her. Riea Darkkwing Invites you to Alterville May the sun of good fortune shine upon you. Michelle hesitated then took it, briefly examining the intricate and highly decorative printing that was embossed onto the card in a multitude for swirls and curls. "The card will help to get you started in Alterville if you accept the offer. If you decline then I suggest that you keep the card anyway, just in case you change your mind.... Remember, only a fool discards all options in haste." "I bid you farewell, Michelle of the nightdress. And may you find what you are looking for." She scrambled out of the caravan, ducking and manoeuvring through the clutter above and below her. The fortune teller tipped her hat as a goodbye gesture then Michelle turned and left, walking back across the field unaccompanied and in rather a bemused state. Riea stood with the back of her head pressed against the wooden beams and dangling objects. The hat and tall stature of the woman meant that she was almost bent double with an awkwardness that did not become her. It was plain to see that the caravan didn't belong to her and she didn't appear to be a gypsy of any sort. The expression on Riea's face changed from calm to wild aggression, lashing out at the hanging items to send them scattering and bouncing of the walls and furniture to end on the floor with the rest of the junk. The fold-away table that was barely standing was kicked into pieces, sending the crystal ball thumping to the floor. "Caravans and crystal balls are nothing but cheep gimmicks!!" She sneered and spat out the words, disgusted with the appalling living conditions that only a vagrant would live in. The woman's snarling mouth changed to a crooked smile, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the padded seating that ran along the side of the caravan. The length of wooden panel underneath was given a swift kick and easily gave way, collapsing to the floor to reveal a figure concealed underneath where she had been sitting. An untidy gypsy man in heavily worn clothes tried to scramble to freedom across the floor that was now totally covered in debris. He desperately struggled towards the exit but his wrists where tied together with thick rope and his legs bound at the ankles. The frantic scrambling was quickly stopped as Riea's hand grabbed the neck of his grubby, woollen jumper to stop him getting away. He fought back with some success, escaping her grip but then she regained a firmer hold with both hands. The gypsy grunted, shaking his head from side to side before eventually being pulled around to face her. Their eyes met and he suddenly stopped struggling, his brave attempt at escape was instantly subdued as Riea easily destroyed his resistance. She smiled confidently down at him now that she knew that he was paralysed and under her influence. The woman chuckled to herself as he lay helpless on the floor. "Dumb animals are so very easy to control." The gypsy man breathed heavily and was unable to move no matter how much he desperately wanted to. He tried to cry out for help but all that would come out was a muffled noise from a mouth that had been tightly taped shut.His long, curly hair hung in front of his face to partly disguise a pair of wide open eyes that where filled with terror. He couldn't avert his gaze from the dark and mysterious woman who had cast some kind of spell upon him. Riea removed her top hat and flicked some of the long, straight hair from her shoulders. "Now lets see what you've got to show me you dirty, greasy little man..." His legs where forced open by her black, leather boot and then she pressed her foot down firmly onto the crotch of his trousers to stamp her authority onto it.He shouted and protested but the only sound that came out was his muffled voice of disapproval. The gypsy felt angry and insulted, helplessly watching the wretched woman's foot as it worked forcefully at his genitalia. The chunky, rubber tread on Riea's boot dragged slowly back then quickly jabbed forward into him. It was a movement that was repetitive but very effective and had all the sensitivity of somebody wiping their feet on a welcome mat. She felt him beginning to grow firmer under her foot, the familiar snake-like shape becoming more pronounced from all of the rigorous movement. His brutal arousal was easily accomplished and the volcanic desire deep inside her was beginning to erupt, fuelled by the power and control she had over him. Riea examined the arching penis that curved out to the left side, pulling at the fabric of his trousers then fully extending back towards the centre where the tip pushed against his belt. It was a sight the she found very pleasing. "We cannot let something like that go to waste can we...." The calm huskiness of her voice had returned, now that she had a keen interest in what the gypsy had to offer. "I guess you don't need to be a fortune teller to know what I'm going to do next...", she said hungrily. Her hand reached for the zip of her trousers and began to gradually pull slowly downward until it was parted. The same movement continued as she reached behind, pulling steadily up between her buttocks to leave it fully open and accessible. She sank into a squat, the zip parting wider to reveal the smooth boldness of her partly exposed pubis region which hovered over his stimulated crotch. The same movement was repeated on the gypsy, with her hand sinking inside to feel the pleasing shape of his solid erection from base to tip. Her eyes grew wild with expectation, dragging out his phallus to expose it then pulling at the shroud of skin to display the heart-shaped end. The gypsy stopped his futile attempt at resistance now that his inflamed lust was persuading him accept his passive role. He obediently watched while she directed him down her front, the slickness gathering while journeying on the snail's path down below. His delusional mind transported him to foolish ecstasy while the domineering female above greedily began to devour him, sinking down until his manhood completely belonged to her. He felt Riea's vaginal walls engulfing him, holding then gripping him tighter like a fleshy vice. The pleasure he felt soon became pain, crushing his erection with a superior strength that made the gypsy scream in muffled agony. His body went with her as she thrust up and down, then she reached behind to pin his legs, arching her back to lift him off the floor. The gypsy's head flipped back and his taped mouth gaped, the signal he longed for was sent and his seed began to flow. But there could be no release. Riea held on to him too tightly, his painful ejaculation was suppressed and the flow increased inside him as the spasms continued. He crashed back to the floor and the relief that had been denied him was finally given permission, his torrent finally reaching its end. But it was not to be the end because Riea hadn't finished with him. She twisted and squirmed upon him like a frantic belly dancer, demanding that the gypsy give much more than he had already given. He began to feel a intense draining sensation now that she had rendered him completely defenceless, almost as if she was taking something far more important from him. Riea grasped the crystal ball and held it above her head while she continued her frenzied activity on him, consuming and feeding with relentless enthusiasm. The ball began to increase in brightness, filling with an intense light as the energy grew inside her. She looked down at him, her eyes wide and filled with a complete power, her teeth displayed in a clenched grimace as she continued devouring until he had nothing more to give. The sound of the most basic, primeval cry filled the caravan and the surrounding field. The horse reared-up onto its hind legs and whinnied at he moon, its mane of straight, dark hair thrashing about in glorious celebration. The decision had not been easy, she hadn't thought about anything else and 3 days had passed since that strange night in the field. Hoof prints and caravan tracks in the grass where all that remained when she had inspected the place afterwards. Female Persuasion Maybe it was reckless of her to take the advice of a stranger in a seedy caravan when she had a secure home and a husband. She had much to lose, but the stranger seemed to know much about her life, connecting with her on a deeper level in a way nobody else had done before. The fortune teller had been right about .Alterville. It wasn't very far away but it was strange how she had never seen the place on the map. She stood on the platform with her suitcases waiting for the train, staring at the card that Riea had given her. The woman had been right about her life and about Alterville so it made sense that the card would help her get started once again. It promised desires beyond what most people knew of, which all sounded exciting but the stabs of apprehension and doubt still occasionally surfaced. She still regretted leaving her husband but maybe they both needed a change after becoming too dependant on a lifestyle that lacked any challenge or ambition. It would be a shock for them both but they would probably turn out better and wiser people in the long term.