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Steal Your Girl Ch. 01

By: stealyourgirl



Introduction: The following is a work of fiction. It is not intended to be taken seriously. It contains rough sex between two women and there's a lot of language that might offend. If you're a woman, know that this isn't a sweet lesbian romance. 

If you're a man, it might not be for you. If you read it and decide to call me a bunch of names, well, you're just proving my point, aren't you?

But read on if you like...

*****

Hi. 

My name is Amelia Jones and I'm a lesbian. 

I've known I was a lesbian ever since I knew what the concept meant. I never had any romantic feelings towards men and only ever had them towards women. 

I'm a real lesbian though. Not the sort that you see in the stupid movies with the big fingernails and gross heels trying to appeal to men who like the idea of a woman with another woman but only so he can join in. I was always large with thick shoulders and thighs. I played a ton of sports, usually being better than all of the boys my age, and liked to keep my hair cut short. Because of that once everyone hit puberty it didn't take too long for me to start hearing the insults. I was a dyke, a lez, a queer, a butch, a bull. The same boys I played sports with growing up all of a sudden turning on me just because I wanted to do the same thing with girls they wanted to do. Deep down, I think I know it's because they felt threatened by me. 

My experiences with that, I have to be honest, combined with getting older and seeing how the world worked really turned me into a feminist. A radical one to be honest. I've got no use for men and think they've generally done a shitty job running the world and exploiting women. As a result, I have to admit, I've developed a bit of bitterness towards them. A lot, actually, I take a lot of joy in beating men at things. 

Mainly sex. Sorry boys, but I'm a firm believer in the supremacy of lesbian sex. In my years of being with other women I've learned not only how to make them cum but how bad men most men tend to be at it. A lot of the girls I've picked up have been women frustrated by the lack of orgasms in their life. How their men were two pump chumps who only left them reaching for some toy to finish them off. Even if they didn't find me attractive, those women soon learned to love what my learned hands and fingers and lips could do to them. Best of all, sex was an area where I could really show up the men. There was nothing I loved more than exposing some straight girl to what I could do with a strap on. Big, thick and lasting all night, I've developed into a fucking pro with the big cock I wear. 12 inches long, thick as a wrist and built to look and feel as realistic as possible, even if my natural parts don't convert a straight girl my all-night powerfucking will. 

See, "straight" girls are my weakness. There's nothing I like better than the look on a girl's face as she experiences the multiple, powerful orgasms that only another woman can give her. Making her beg for more. Watching her realize that she should only be fucking women just because of how good I'm giving it to her. If she thinks she likes cock, all the better. Like I said, my cock is more than up to the job of making women realize that what mother nature gave men naturally, molded silicon and rubber gave me twice as much of. 

I liked a certain kind of girl too. The hotties. The ones that Madison Avenue or Hollywood told us should be the pinnacles of male lust. I guess it's the competitive streak in me but I just can't help but get a thrill out of seducing the beautiful, nubile, fit stunning looking women most of all. Big, perky, soft tits are a huge plus. I'm almost 40 now but my tastes haven't changed a bit. As long as they're 18 and legal and sexy as fuck I want to turn the little prom queens and cheerleaders into sexy little baby dykes. More than willing to eat pussy if it means they get to cum all night long at an older butch's talented hands. If they've got a boyfriend or husband they're devoted to, all the better. My namesake was a trailblazing adventurer, well, so am I. 

I know some people might think that's cruel but, frankly, I think that leaving a girl like that to a life of disappointing sex with a man is much crueler. Women are raw, animalistic, sexual beings who don't need time to recharge after they cum. We can fuck for hours and cum as many times as we want. I've personally made it my mission in life to show every woman the way, starting with the perfect 10's. Every woman, I think, is a lesbian at heart. They've just been brainwashed by the patriarchy to accept the shitty lot of being the object of male lust. As far as I'm concerned, I'm a freedom fighter. A freedom fighter with a huge, fake cock. Lock up your wives and daughters. 

So even though I know I'll get a lot of angry feedback from men who, deep down, know what I'm saying is true I thought I'd share some stories about my most memorable conquests. 

Stealing the Fiance

Truth is, I've never been one to settle down. I've got a bad case of wanderlust. I could never seem to fit into any one job for any length of time and even though I loved seducing beautiful young women, I was never one for relationships. I just liked fucking a girl, converting her to a life of lesbianism and then passing her off to one of my appreciative friends. Big old butches who would know how to take care of the sexy little bitches I would give them and who were always willing to do me favors in return. 

So for instance one time not too long ago I was helping out a friend of mine who runs a little bridal boutique. Nothing serious. I was just supposed to be taking client information and working the register. In exchange, she was letting me crash in the apartment above the shop. She had an actual employee who was doing the measurements and everything. I didn't love the job, having to deal with all of those beautiful, sensual women getting ready to get married to some guy nearly turned my stomach but I can't deny it led me somewhere interesting. 

It was just near closing and I was about to lock the door when one of the most spectacularly sexy women I'd ever seen ran up to the door, a hurried look on her face. 

"Oh my god, I'm sorry I'm late, are you still open?" she asked. It took me a second to process because I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter just looking at her. She had sandy blonde hair and bangs that framed her big green eyes, cute button nose and thick, pouty lips. She was about 5'6, with long legs, full hips and a slender waist. Best of all were her enormous tits. They looked like two fleshy basketballs bulging out from her tight blouse. I wanted her instantly.

"Who are you?" I asked, trying to keep my cool. It took everything I had not to just take her then and there.

"I'm Danielle Simmons," she said, "I had an appointment for one last fitting for my dress but I ran late and my wedding is only a month away and I really hope you can still fit me in."

I smiled. I knew that it was far more likely that she would be the one who would have to fit me in. 

"Yeah, of course," I said with a smile, knowing that Yvette, the shop's real employee was gone for the day. Still, I could work a tape measure, how hard could it be?

I watched as the little blonde cutie walked towards one of the change rooms as I went to grab the tape measure. As I did, I wondered how to play it. After all, she said she was only a month away from getting married. The thought both turned me on and gave me pause. After all, if she was only a month away from agreeing to waste her beautiful body on a man I was really needed. I knew she might take a lot of convincing, the engaged ones often do. Married ones, ones who are disappointed with their men are easier. If they've still got wedding fever it can be a different story. As I watched her walk away, my eyes glued on her perfect little ass, I knew I'd give her all the convincing she needed. 

I walked into the change room, bracing myself for what I knew I was about to see but even still it took my breath away. She'd taken off her jeans and blouse and was just standing there in her bra and panties. They didn't match, the bra was a black and white number that barely contained her big boobs and her panties were a little pink pair that hugged her hips tightly. I knew that wearing completely mismatched underwear like that meant, in straight girl world, that she probably didn't plan on having sex that day. 

Well, I thought as I brought the measuring tape around her hips, she didn't plan on meeting me, I guess.

I brought the tape measure around her hips and tugged it firmly around them, my hand resting on her firm butt cheeks. Right away I could tell two things. One, her body stiffened as I palmed her ass which let me know she knew I was touching her in an inappropriate way for a simple fitting. Two, she didn't stop me. 

"Thirty four inches," I said out loud. She nodded.

Then the waist, her smooth little flat stomach was the next place my hand lovingly caressed. Again she didn't object. 

"Twenty two inches." I said as the measuring tape met. 

Finally, I brought the measuring tape up to below her mountainous tits. 

"Thirty two," I said, measuring her rib cage. 

Finally, though, I was about to get two handfuls of those big firm breasts. Still, I wanted more than just some over the bra groping action.

"Why don't you lose the bra," I said, looking down at her, "A bust like yours is going to be a real effort for the dress and we're going to want to get it as close as possible."

She looked up at me with those big green eyes, looking like a lost little lamb. It was adorable. I couldn't wait until she was looking up at me with the same look, only with her tongue buried in my cunt. I could tell she knew I was asking me to show her those incredible tits and not for just sartorial reasons. Still, she probably thought she was just going to tease the old lesbian. Have a story to tell her girlfriends. 

She ran her hands up behind her back and, thrusting her chest out, unhooked her bra. Our eyes were still glued as she let the huge cups of it fall off. 

They were magnificent. They barely fell at all without the bra, sitting high and firm on her chest like a teenager's. Perfectly tear dropped shape with cute pink little nipples that I couldn't help but notice were very erect. Even if she thought this was all innocent fun, I could tell she was proud of them. Hell, I would be if I had a set like that. 

But god didn't bless me with that particular gift. She just blessed me with the gift to seduce girls like this busty little angel. I ran the tape measure up again and let it out considerably to stretch out over the fullest part of her breasts, making sure that I pressed it over both of those suckable little nipples of hers. 

"Forty," I said, barely believing it. I forgot what that meant in terms of cup size. F? G? Either way, the girl was fucking stacked and I couldn't help myself but let out some sort of acknowledgment, "Jesus Christ."

"You like?" she asked, adopting a little girl voice as she stuck her chest out further. 

That was it. I was done fucking around. 

"Well, it's tough to say," I said, "After all, I've got five senses and they all matter. I can tell they look incredible but..."

I grabbed her hips roughly and shook her a little from side to side. Despite being as firm as they were the size of the big tits still made a slight wobbling sound as they bounced from side to side. 

"...They sound good..."

I leaned down and buried my nose in between them, resting right in the valley of her incredible cleavage. I inhaled deeply, savoring the smell of her delicate perfume. 

"...they smell divine..."

"I think that might be where you should stop," I heard her say but ignored her. I knew what she wanted, if she didn't. I reached up and filled one of my big hands with a handful of firm, full titflesh. Still, it was too much and despite my healthy grasp, there was still so much left untouched. I was a pretty good player in high school but I never could palm a basketball. 

"Oh," she moaned as my palm digged against her nipple, "You really shouldn't."

"And now the taste."

I leaned down again and sucked the perfect, pert little nipple into my mouth. Hungrily. I sucked like a starving baby. My free hand cupping the big boob, serving it up on a platter to my ferocious mouth. I sucked as much Danielle's big tit into my mouth as I could, the room filling up with the almost obscene sound of me hoovering up as much of her into my mouth as she could. 

She squealed in pleasure even as I felt her hand half-heartedly try to push my head away. I just kept sucking. 

"OK, that's enough I think-"

But I didn't listen. In fact, I knew it was time to step things up. I reluctantly took my right hand off her left breast and pushed it downward. Quick as a flash I was sliding two long, strong fingers into her pussy and starting to finger fuck her. Starting the process that would leave her a lesbian. 

"What?" I asked, almost tauntingly, pulling my mouth off her tit for just a second "Going to tell me you're straight when your pussy is this hot and wet for me?"

If I had any doubts about the fact that I'd cracked this girl, her hand pulling my mouth back towards her huge chest erased them. 

"Your mouth is just so fucking good," she moaned. I fingered her faster, pausing only to yank her panties down so I could really give it to her and revealing the cute little patch of blonde hair above her otherwise bare cunt. 

I kept sucking and fucking Danielle, feeling her body get hotter and hotter as she began rolling her hips and thrusting her little pussy onto my fingers, her tightness gripping me so painfully I thought my fingers might snap off in her. That she was so tight told me she wasn't getting much at home. Still, I was a little surprised she'd been that easy. Not disappointed mind you, just surprised. 

It didn't take long to get her off. Once my thumb started rubbing at her clit she began bucking wildly and moaning like a goddamn banshee. I wondered if her fiance had ever gotten her to make the sounds I'd gotten from her in only a few minutes. 

"Oh fuck, don't stop, don't stop," she begged, "I'm gonna cum."

Music to my ears. I went faster, harder. And soon the slim, stacked, big breasted blonde was screaming as she gushed her girlcum all over my fingers. 

"Fuck ME" she yelled, her hands digging into my shoulder as she shivered and came buckets, leaving my fingers all sticky. I'd thought she'd been tight when I was fucking her but the way she clamped down around my fingers when I fucked her was something else. She was hot as an oven and slick as a rainstorm and my fingers were practically stuck in her. 

I didn't give her much time to enjoy the aftershocks though. The next part of the seduction process, I knew, was crucial. Fuck a girl, make her cum with your fingers or mouth or even strap on, and she can always rationalize it away like it was no big deal. Like it was just experimenting with a girlfriend at a slumber party. Even if it was some big butch lesbian, who didn't like orgasms, right? It didn't have to mean anything, right?

Wrong. And I knew to expose that lie, the most important part was what followed. Getting her to fuck me right back. 

It's easier than you might think. So long as a woman has been properly fucked and is in that heady post orgasmic glow, she'll do whatever you say. Eat out of the palm of your hand. Well, it wasn't the palm of my hand I had in mind. Roughly, I pushed her down to her knees with one hand while the other undid my belt. I'd been dripping since she'd walked into the shop and only her tongue would do the trick. 

"I don't, I mean, I've never" I heard her weakly say as I tugged my jeans down along with my boxers, exposing my fleshy cunt, glistening wet and covered in black curls. 

"You'll do fine, girl," I said, pulling her babbling mouth to where it should be. Where it was meant to be. Really starting the process of converting her from a mildly interested cocksucker to a voracious pussy eater. I stuffed her mouth with my cunt and gasped as I first felt the sensation of those pretty little lips on my own vertical lips. She was tentative at first but she soon started licking with gusto. 

That's less surprising than you might think. A lot of girls are hesitant at first but as soon as they realize they don't mind the taste they get into it right quick. Their natural instincts with knowing how they like their pussy eaten transferring pretty quickly into a lesson in eating it themselves. Soon she was tonguing me like a seasoned pro, her tongue exploring every nook and crevice of my cunt. It was such an erotic sight, this beautiful young girl on her knees, her mouth full of the cunt of a woman twice her age. It was where a girl like her belonged, happily trading on her youth and beauty in exchange for the pleasure she was probably still feeling. The pleasure that she could really only get from an older, experienced woman. 

"Yeah, that's right bitch," I moaned, letting some of that frustration out, "Eat that pussy. Really lick that cunt."

That was important. Reminding them explicitly what they were doing. As I saw the fires intensify in those pretty green eyes I knew the wheels were turning in her head. She probably never thought of herself as the kind of girl who'd eat pussy, well, she was making a wreck of the buffet right now. 

She was good. Her tongue long and soft and, truth was, the appeal of getting a girl like this between my thighs was enough for me. I grabbed that pretty blonde hair and pressed myself against her, driving her tongue deeper into my cunt. Riding her face practically, letting her cute little button nose work against my clit. I loved it. 

It didn't take long like that. I love having cute girls eat me out. The visual more than makes up for whatever inexperience they might have. Besides, every time they make a wrong move or act a little hesitant, all I can think about is just how much I'll change them by the time it's over.

"Fuck me, you hot little slut," I groaned as I came, flooding her hungry mouth with my cum. She was a trooper though. She ate all the cream I had for her. 

Eventually I came to a stop, my thighs no longer wrapped around her head. When Danielle finally pulled her mouth from my pussy, my juices still running down her chin, I could see she was at the half-way point. She knew she liked eating pussy and having a girl fuck her. That was great. But I didn't want a bi-sexual. I didn't want her in a few years, after years of frustration, to suggest to her husband that maybe they have a threesome in the hopes that she could really cum again. I wanted a pussy-crazed submissive little femme and I knew just what would push her the rest of the way. 

"Don't go anywhere cutie," I said, kissing her and tasting some of myself on her tongue. 

It didn't take long for me to go grab where I'd stashed my strap on. Quick as a flash I had it cinched up around my waist and I was back at the change room door, I could see from the naked feet under the door that Danielle hadn't gone anywhere. Proudly, I opened the door and stood there in all my well-hung glory. All twelve inches bobbing obscenely in front of me. The cute blonde with the huge tits practically had her eyes bob out of her skull when she was what I had in store for her. 

"There's no way..." she laughed, "No way that thing will fucking fit."

I smiled. I loved that reaction. Both knowing that it meant she'd never had a cock anywhere near this big and what I would do to her as a result. More over, I knew it meant she didn't really understand her body. Most girls couldn't take the whole length, sure, but the girth? Our bodies were designed to give birth. I knew that if she was hot enough and wet enough she'd take it and love every second. 


Steal Your Girl Ch. 01



See, that was key. Making them like pussy was one step. But showing them that, if they still liked cock that I could give them a better cock and more of it than any man? That was the checkmate. 

I roughly grabbed her and kissed her, those big lips tasting like juicy strawberries. I could tell she was into it in a way she wasn't before. She wanted it. We kissed for a while, my hands again kneading at her big soft tits, before I pushed her down to her knees once again. 

"Get it wet," I ordered. My little blonde femme did as told, stretching those pretty lips wide and enveloping the head of the cock. 

It doesn't give me physical pleasure, no, but I love watching a girl suck on my big fake dick. It's a power thing. On their knees, serving me, I'm letting them know who's in charge. 

Danielle went to work like a champion. Sucking and spitting and jacking it. I don't know why but there's something just so great about looking at a woman while she's sucking my dick. When she's attacking it. When she's hungry for it. When she's so eager to have it in her that she's making it wet as possible for the trip. Danielle was a pro, her big tits shaking with every bobbing motion as she swallowed almost half of the big thing. I loved hearing every gagging motion as I saw the look in her eyes, as she realized just how big the thing was. How it was stretching her mouth painfully wide and wondering what it would do to her light little pussy.

It was time to stop wondering. I pulled her roughly to her feet and spun her around, bending her over sharply at the waist. Spreading her legs, I positioned behind her as she braced herself against the change room door. I put the thick head right at the entrance to her and I pushed inside, knowing it was the motion that would turn the good little fiance into a lifelong lesbian slut. 

"Oh fuck, go slow," I heard her moan as I pushed inside. Solidly in there, I reached around and grabbed two big handfuls of her soft breasts, pinching her nipples as I gave her a solid five inches in a sharp thrust.

I fucked her with just that much at first. Short thrusts that soon had her moaning for me. It didn't matter how big her fiance or any other man she'd been with was. I would keep pushing it into her, inch after inch, until we found the point that she'd been penetrated deeper than any man had been. Claiming virgin territory. 

I kept a slightly upward tilt on my thrust. Knowing that doing so, combined with the thickness of the cock, would lead to her G-spot being dragged against with every thrust. Danielle could clearly feel it. Soon she was pushing back on me, humping her cute little ass against my harness. Begging for it like a bitch in heat. 

"You like it?" I asked, knowing the answer,

"Oh fuck, it's so big, so good," was the response.

"Bigger than your little boyfriend?"

"So much, fuck I've never been stretched like...oh god don't stop."

But that wasn't enough. I knew I had her but I needed more. I always did. 

"Never been fucked this good by a man, I know" I said in almost a soothing, understanding voice, "Because only a woman can fuck you like this."

"Oh fuck yes," she nodded.

"This tight little pussy belongs to me now, doesn't it?" I asked.

"Yes, it's yours," she moaned as I kept fucking her harder, plunging eight inches of rock hard silicone into her wet pussy again and again, making an obscene squishing noise with every thrust, "I'm yours."

"Are you going to be my sweet little queer bitch?" I asked.

"Yes!" she screamed and I could tell she was cumming, her body shaking. I kept fucking her through it though. 

"My little femme dyke slut?" I asked, my hand coming down hard on her perfect little ass.

"Oh fuck yes," she said, cumming again.

"Say it!" I said, another spank.

"I'm a dyke, I'm a queer, I'm your slave," she said, babbling and moaning and screaming, "I belong to you, fuck me don't stop."

I loved it. I felt a surge go through me as powerful as any orgasm. Those words that were used to denigrate and hurt women like me by so many over the years, transformed in the mouth of a beautiful young girl into a thrilling acknowledgment of our superiority as lovers. It got me off, even if I hadn't been grinding my clit against the stiff nub of my harness I might have cum. As it is we both did, a powerful orgasm that had me grunting my exertion as I slammed ten inches into her little body and her screaming. 

"Your cunt was built for big strap-on cock," I moaned, taking a fistful of her hair. It was, she'd started slow but she was taking it like a pro. Squeaking and moaning in orgasm nearly every fifth stroke. 

"Fuck yes," she said, practically crying with the mix of pleasure and pain. 

Eventually I switched positions. Sitting down on the changing rooms little bench I let her do the riding, those huge tits bouncing in my face as she fucked herself. I could see it in her eyes. She was completely transformed. I sat back, content to simply suck and chew on those big bouncing orbs, letting her fuck herself into abandon. She worked her hips frantically, desperately chasing that next orgasm. I could see that she was really built for it. That all the orgasms in her life to that point didn't compare to the massive ones I was giving her. 

"Fuck yes, fuck me, fuck me, I love it, I need it fuck me, oh god yes, YES!" she screamed as I gripped her hips and started thrusting upwards. I wanted her to have that last big one so I could take her upstairs and really take my time with her. 

She was thrashing about and gyrating and begging me to fuck her harder. I could see it in her eyes. She'd do anything I said. So I told her to cum. 

"Cum for me you little dyke bitch." 

Little Danielle, Good little engaged straight girl Danielle threw her head back and screamed, howling in bliss as I fucked her to another orgasm. Pounding her pussy for a solid minute of convulsions and screams and desperate pledges to be mine forever if I just didn't stop fucking her. When she finally looked up again, Good little straight girl Danielle was a thing of the past. Now it was just horny little femme Danielle. Whose wet cunt and big tits and sweet tongue were for women only. I thought about taking off her engagement ring, pocketing it, but there'd be time for that later. I liked how it looked on her and I knew whatever meaning it once had was gone. 

I picked Danielle up in my arms and carried her to the upstairs apartment. I fucked her all through the night, making her scream through countless more orgasms. She got real good, real fast at eating me out too. Some girls, they take to it slow. But Danielle, well, she was clearly just waiting for someone to come along and bring out the inner girlslut she had inside. 

Something told me she'd be canceling that Wedding dress. 

To be continued...



Steal Your Girl Ch. 02



Introduction: Another tale of lesbian seduction with more rough sex, slurs used in the context of rough sex and...well, rough sex. Lots of dom/sub stuff. If you liked chapter one, I think you'll like part two. If you didn't like chapter one, you should probably not read chapter two. 

There's a bit of an added wrinkle. The use of "Mommy" and "Daddy" in a sexual sense. There's absolutely NO incest though.

Anyways, here it is...

*****

Stealing A Newlywed

Lovely Danielle ended up being a lot of fun. Game for whatever, eager to please. Plus, there was just something about a girl with a body that spectacular that got me creative. Sexy photo shoots, filming the two of us go at it...it was fun. I tell you, there's nothing like the unrestrained energy of a woman who finally learns just how great lesbian sex can be. Learning that she can come as many times as she wants in a night? It seemed like every day she was determined to break whatever mark she set the night before. 

But all good things. Like I said, I like moving on. It's the conquest for me and while I knew Danielle was so into me and all things gay sex that she wouldn't have had the slightest objection to me fucking another girl, either with her or not, I wanted to stretch my horizons. Plus, things got pretty heated when my friend got back and found out I'd seduced one of her clients, something I'd promised I wouldn't do. So without a permanent place to have Danielle anyway it was time for me to move to my next thing. 

Truth is, I know a lot of the lesbian community wouldn't admit it but there's enough women in their 40's, 50's or even 60's who lust after gorgeous young girls in their late teens and early 20's. And for "introducing" Danielle to one of them, I knew I could ask just about any favor. 

The lucky woman in question was an old butch friend of mine named Nancy. Nancy ran a travel agency and, when I told her about my dilemma and sent her a nice batch of some of the pictures I'd taken of Danielle, all of a sudden I had a heck of an offer coming my way. An all expenses, first class trip to a gorgeous Caribbean resort. It worked out well for all of us. Nancy got a gorgeous, 24 year old newly won-over femme, Danielle got a rich old Sugar Mama and I was winging my way down to surf and sand. 

It soon turned out I hadn't driven that great of a bargain. The tickets I'd gotten were from a cancellation and I soon learned that it was definitely not the busy season. The place was about half-full. That mostly suited me fine, I was there for the sun, drinks and food mainly but I definitely was on the lookout for some talent to bring back to my room. There wasn't much. Old couples mainly, some reasonably OK soccer mom looking types who I filed under "maybe"(although breaking up a family is always more of a hassle than it's worth) and one staff member that looked a little like a thicker version of Rihanna who I definitely thought might do the trick. 

Worse still, I was apparently staying next to a honeymooning couple and the walls were thin. Not that it mattered much. The first night they were there all I heard was a few minutes of male grunting and almost no female noises. Imagine my surprise. I made a mental note to look the couple up to see if the young bride was worth my time. After all, after listening to the sad display of sex her husband put on, I owed it to her. 

I didn't see them until the next day at dinner. After a nice leisurely day of sun by the beach and pina colada's I decided to check out the Resort's well regarded restaurant. I got a nice table for one and sat down for my meal. 

That's when they walked in. The couple. I noticed the guy at first. He was unremarkable, your average frat boy douchebag in a polo and khakis, but pretty clearly tipsy, bumping into chairs on his way to his table. But then, behind him and looking a little embarrassed, was his cute as fuck wife. 

She was adorable and yet, adorable in a way that only made her that much sexier. Barely five feet tall with big round doe eyes and shoulder length black hair. With her pale skin and ruby red lips she looked like a sexy little Snow White. If she was a newly-wed I assumed she was in her 20's but she looked barely out of high school. I wanted her right away. 

The two sat down, her drunken husband banging his plate loudly as he did and I heard them give their drink order. The husband loudly and rudely ordered two jack and cokes while his wife, in the most adorable little voice I'd ever heard, ordered a glass of white whine. 

My attention got diverted, though, when her husband knocked over the pitcher of ice water on their table, sending some of it splashing my way. I couldn't help it, I shot a dirty look his way. I caught the eyes of his sexy little wife for a second as she tried to apologize but the big loud idiot soon got my attention.

"Don't worry about it," he slurred in my direction, "How you doin', bro?"

He looked very pleased with himself. Get it? Because I have short hair, a stocky body and butch features I'm a man. Isn't he funny?

Yeah dude, I thought to myself, I'm definitely going to turn your wife out. 

But how? That was the question. I knew that newlyweds on their honeymoon were likely to spend most of their time together and while I've done it before, actually seducing a woman in front of her husband could be tricky. It was something that weighed on my mind all throughout my meal. I hoped he might go to the bathroom so I could say something to her but the guy must have had a bladder of steel because he just kept ordering more and more drinks and talking loudly. Worse still, the pretty young thing actually seemed smitten with him. I guess that made sense them being newlyweds and everything but it would make things a little more complicated. 

Or so I thought. Sometimes people ask me why, considering the lousy break we sometimes get, I'm so sure god is a woman. Well it's because of nights like the one I'm about to describe. 

I'd decided to work on my plan and some of my frustration by taking a swim in the resort pool at night and then get in a quick steam before bed. The swim went well, I was alone for most of it and able to think about the various ways I would fuck that sweet little black haired beauty but that mainly got me worked up. I thought about hitting the gym but instead decided to just get my steam and get to bed. So I wrapped myself in a towel and got into the sauna. 

I was only in there for about ten minutes when my luck took a turn for the fantastic. Who walks in? Little Snow White of course, wearing a modest little bikini that definitely had me looking at her in a new light. She had, on top of the most angelic little face you'd ever find, a banging body. Not super-stacked the way Danielle was but a pair of what looked like D-cups on her barely five foot frame looked incredible. Add in a flat toned stomach and slim hips and I had a whole new reason to want to bang the fuck out of her. The glint of her wedding ring only a reminder of one of the other ones. 

She flashed me a melt-your-heart smile and sat down on a towel across from me. I began working on just what I was going to say to her when the little fox beat me to it. 

"Sorry about Cole," she said, clearly referring to dinner, "He just got a little tipsy."

"It's fine," I said, desperately wanting her to get bold and loosen her top. 

"I think we're in the room next to you," she said with another little smile. I nodded. She proceeded to talk for a little while about their wedding and how in love they were and all the while all I could think about was just how deep my strap-on was going to get into her. How I was going to make her call me "Mommy" when she came all over it. I had to shake myself out of it when I realized she was asking me a question. 

"Sorry?" I asked, trying to get the image of my pussy juices soaking her face out of my head. 

"I said, you're a doctor, right?" she asked

I paused for a second. I wasn't a Doctor. I barely got a C in high school biology. But then I remembered. The woman whose ticket I'd taken was indeed a Dr. Louise Baker. I don't know how my neighbor would have found out my name but, well, I wasn't too quick to correct her all the same. 

"Yup," I nodded, hoping I could fake my way through whatever question she had next. 

"So, I was hoping I could ask you a question," she said, looking adorably nervous. 

"Of course," I said.

"It's about..." she looked around to make sure nobody was looking. The sauna was empty and there were no noises anywhere. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "...sex".

I perked up. I knew that this would lead somewhere good. In fact, I had an idea of what would come next. 

"Go ahead," I said, trying to hide my excitement. 

"Well, see, the thing is...is it true that some women just can't have orgasms?" she said, looking nervous. 

"Why do you ask?" I said, hoping to draw it out of her.

"Well, Cole and me," she said, rubbing her finger nervously, "I'm not perfect, we had sex before we were married. And now we've had it afterwards. And I'd heard a lot of my girlfriends talking about orgasms and how great they are but I've never had one, I don't think."

"If you have to think, you haven't" I said

"I thought that once we were married I might, you know, because there was no guilt but I haven't yet. When I asked Cole about it he said I might just be one of those women who didn't have orgasms."

I had to do my best not to laugh. I had a hunch that anyone that Cole slept with might end up being one of "those" women.

"But you've never..." I started, "...Even by yourself?"

Snow White looked nervous again. 

"No, I grew up in a strict house with no locks on the door and...anyway, can some women just not have them?"

I smiled. This was going to be almost too easy. 

"In my experience," I started, "Every woman can have them. Lots of them. The thing is that it's usually the man who simply doesn't know enough about the female anatomy to really produce them."

The girl looked a little relieved but still worried. 

"Oh," She said, "So something is wrong with Cole?"

More than just one thing, I thought to myself. 

"Well, it could be," I said, "How big is his erect penis?"

Well, this was no surprise. The cute little wife looked bashful for a second but then held her hands up about five inches apart. I assumed she was being charitable to boot. I had to stifle a laugh. 

"Mmm, with a penis that small he'd probably have to rely on his fingers and mouth if he wanted to make you cum." I said before regretting that I wasn't sounding more clinical. Wifey didn't seem to notice though. 

"Oh," she said, "Cole said he doesn't really like doing that though."

I tried to contain a smile. At once I hated her husband for being such an absolutely pathetic idiot and, yet, also wanted to buy him a buy for basically giving his wife to me with a bow on her panties. 

"Well, then, why don't you at least show me what you need to do so that you can at least show him what to do or do it yourself." 

She nodded. For a second the two of us just stared at each other before her eyes widened. 

"Oh," she said, "I thought you were going to..."

I laughed. The idea of masturbating in front of this girl had some appeal but I knew it wasn't what would start her on the path to where I wanted to take her. I shook my head.

"No, see, the thing is that every woman is unique." I said, "What gets me off, what makes me orgasm, might not be the same thing for you. But if you're skilled enough with the techniques, as I am, I'm sure I'll be able to find out what works for you."

She nodded, still, she looked hesitant. 

"Have you done this with a lot of patients?" she asked. I was beginning to genuinely wonder if this young woman knew what a lesbian was. Well, I figured, she would soon enough. 

"Yes, lots" I said, speaking a sort of truth. Again she looked around nervously but slowly she stood up and walked over to me. She stood in front of me, only a few inches taller standing up than I was sitting down. Her pale skin glistening with the heat of the sauna. 

"Take your bathing suit off." I ordered, my tone decidedly nonclinical. She paused for just a second before reaching down to pull the bottom of her bikini over her hips. 

She was gorgeous. Shaved completely bare, with puffy pink lips that were just begging to be licked. I knew that would have to wait though. 

"Probably should take your top off too," I said, looking up at those lovely full breasts of hers. 

"Why?" she asked, looking unsure.

Because I fucking said so, slut was what my instinct was to say. I held it back. 

"Some women, it helps to have their nipples stimulated." I said, something true but I knew that wasn't really why. I just wanted to see this sexy young creature completely nude. She nodded and reached behind her to pull off the top. God, she was stunning. Perfect tits, full and surprisingly heavy looking sitting high on her chest, the faintest little peach nipples poking out. I reached my hand out and began stroking her sex, softly. Gently. I wanted to ease her into it. There would be time to fuck her till she begged for mercy later. Gently I slid two fingers inside her and heard her groan.

"Oh that's, that's tight." she said. She was. She was like a fucking vice, squeezing my fingers. Her husband must be hung like a mouse, I thought as I began slowly working my fingers in and out of her wet cunt. 

"That's really nice." she said, closing her eyes

"I want you to imagine yourself in bed, with beautiful silk sheets." I said, "And I'm putting my fingers inside of you just like this..."

Her eyes opened, she looked confused.

"Shouldn't I imagine Cole?"

I shook my head.

"Do as I say," I said harshly. She looked worried for a second but did as told. Something that would come in handy later, I suspected. 

"Anyways," I continued, "I'm thrusting my fingers in and out of you on your soft bed. You're spreading your legs because it feels so good and you want me to fuck you faster."

She did, practically under my spell, she spread her legs just as I told her. 

"Don't you?" I said

She nodded. That wasn't enough.

"Say it."

"Oh god, do me faster, please" she moaned. I did. My fingers fucking her hard now. But I knew she needed more. So I held my fingers up to her mouth. 

"Get my fingers wet," I ordered. She hesitated for only a second before sucking my long digits into her mouth. Not surprisingly, it looked like despite never having been treated to an orgasm in her life, she was no stranger to sucking on something long and hard. 

Typical, I thought. 

As soon as she had my fingers nice and wet they too were at her crotch. It wasn't hard to find her clit. Small, yes, but very stiff. And soon I was rubbing it in a gentle circular motion. 

"Oh holy Christ," she moaned as my fingers first made contact.

"It's got nothing to do with him" I said as I started working the girl in earnest. My two hands each using my skill to make her cunt buck and squeeze. 

"It's so good, oh lord, I never knew," she panted, her eyes still closed.

"See how your body responds," I said, feeling her squeeze around my fingers as she got wetter and wetter, "You're perfectly normal. A beautiful girl. Someone who can cum. Someone who will cum."

"Oh my goodness, yes," she panted

"Yeah, you like it when I fuck you?" I said, probably a bit harsher than I needed to. It was a slip up. I wanted to maintain an air of professionalism but something in me went loose. I wanted to here this innocent young wife swear. To hear her beautiful lips say something filthy. Her eyes opened.

"Doctor, that's not very...oh fuck, yes, I do, it's so fucking..." she said, I could see her being overtaken by her desires. Her good little girl upbringing disappearing as she realized she was a cute little fuck machine, built to cum at a woman's hands. 

She had to put her hands on my shoulders to keep herself propped up. I showed no let up though. Soon I was finger fucking her like a madwoman and she was panting and cooing and letting out these little squeaks as her fingers digged into my shoulder blade. 

"Do you want to cum?" I asked. She nodded. Again, not enough for me.

"Sooo much," She said, practically whining "Please make me cum."

"You're sure?" I said, still trying to sound like a doctor. 

"Oh please Doctor. Please let me cum. I want to so bad. I need it. I love it. Please just give me an orgasm."

I decided to stop torturing the poor girl. After all, I did feel bad for her. The speed of my fingers on her clit were practically a blur and I tilted my fingers upwards to get her g-spot.

"Oh doctor, fuck, please, yes, I love it. Fuck me, don't stop. Cuh-cuh-CUMMING"

I felt her clamp down on my hands and she gushed her juices all over me. Spraying me. A squirter on her first try. She was screaming and howling and seemed to have to put all her weight on me just to stand up. It was cute. She was cute even when she came. 

I looked up at her and saw there were practically tears streaming down her face she was so clearly happy she'd just had her first orgasm. I knew, right then and there, that I could have done absolutely anything I wanted to her she was so grateful. But I didn't want her to fuck me out of some sense of obligation. I had a different plan for her. 

"Thank you doctor, thank you so much," she said. I could tell she wanted to kiss me but I was going to maintain the facade of medical distance for a little bit. 

"See?" I said, "There's absolutely nothing wrong with you. You just needed to be with a woman. Someone who knew what they were doing."

She looked at me like she practically worshiped me. It took every ounce of strength I had not to just throw her over my shoulder and bring her back to my room. But she just nodded and meekly put her clothes back on. I could tell her stomach was doing knots as she tried to process what had just happened to her. 

Thankfully, I had the strength to wait until she left before I licked my fingers clean. She tasted like strawberries. 

I walked back to my room, hoping I might run into her again but didn't. In fact, I noticed with some dismay, the room she was in had the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the handle. The thought of her gross husband touching her repulsed me but, deep down, I knew it was part of the plan. 

I poured myself a glass of whiskey when I got back into my room and went to bed. Sure enough it was shortly after that when the thin walls started to reveal some of my handiwork. 

I heard moans. Those same cute little moans I'd heard just a little while ago. For a second I got nervous. The last thing I wanted was for my cute little Snow White to take what I'd shown her and teach it to her husband. Truth told, I didn't even want her to be doing it herself. I wanted her to think that only I could make her feel that way. 

I didn't have to worry. Thankfully her husband lived up to my expectations. I heard those moans for about thirty seconds before I heard some hushed voices before another few minutes of a man grunting before stone cold silence. I could practically hear her cries of frustration. 

And I could practically taste her strawberries. 

I'll be surprised though. I thought it might take a little longer. I thought she might make it to noon. But it was barely ten o'clock when I heard an eager knocking on my door. I really wasn't surprised to see my little Snow White standing in the hallway. She was dressed especially sexy, with a cute little jean skirt and a tight white t-shirt that hugged her curves so closely it looked like it might tear If it got stretched even a little further. 

"Hi," She said, clearly excited to see me. I gave her a warm but distant smile. I wanted her to come to me. 




Steal Your Girl Ch. 03



Introduction: This is like the previous two parts. Read them first. If you like them, you'll probably like this. This ratchets up the domination elements though.

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Stealing a Seat

It's interesting I tell you, I never know when or where opportunities will come up to find a girl that needs that gentle, or not so gentle, push I give into a life of sapphic pleasures. Sometimes it's really in the most unexpected of places.

It was a few weeks after my vacation when I found myself in a very unexpected place. Things hadn't worked out with Vanessa. I'd done my job too well. She was too clingy, talking about how much she loved me and how great it would be when the two of us got married. For the first time in my life I was a little glad for homophobia because I could tell her that gay marriage wasn't legal in the state where I lived. 

That barely settled things down. She talked about moving across the country to live with me and about having a commitment ceremony and...well, I had to put the kibosh on that. I'm not a one woman woman, I'm on a mission. She was hot and a great fuck but I had my eyes out for other great fucks. Hell, I even gave the hotel's cute little desk clerk a turn before I left. 

I'd told Vanessa to settle down and maybe come out to see me. I had some friends, an all-female motorcycle group, who could come through her town and pick her up. 

So, yeah, Vanessa is going to be well taken care of. Those diesel's will give her all the pussy she can handle. 

So I was out on the prowl. But not at this particular moment. I'd had a long day and was looking forward to getting home. So I hopped on the subway and settled into my seat and prepared just to ride out the day. 

It was a fairly empty train when I got on but it gradually filled up. You know the way, people rushing on to fill every seat they possibly can. Eventually, when we got to the shopping district, the car was almost entirely full, with only one seat left, directly in front of mine. The doors were just about to close when two people rushed to make it on. 

The first was this wall street type. Expensive suit, wireless headset in his ear, you know the sort. He was pulling along a girl behind him, clearly in a hurry. 

The girl though. Hot damn. 

She was blonde, with a hair cut that I guessed cost more than most people's rent. Her eyes were hidden behind expensive shades and she was dressed in a tight little white skirt and tight designer black t-shirt that hugged a pair of very large, suspiciously perfect looking tits. She was wearing grotesquely high heels, the sort I couldn't even imagine walking in and her arms were just absolutely filled with bags from stores I couldn't pronounce. A very cute little rich bitch. 

Her boyfriend, I couldn't help but notice, didn't have a single thing in his hands and clearly hadn't offered to help her. In fact, he was the one who took the last seat, plopping his butt down before grabbing his cell phone and starting to play some game on it. Spreading his legs ridiculously wide, I could see the old chinese woman next to him have to shift in her seat because apparently he decided that the whole world needed to be exposed to his crotch. 

His girlfriend didn't seem to mind too much. She put one of her bags down into the copious space between his legs and simply rested, looking world weary and just too cool for school.

So I wanted her. Bad. But, I confess, I had no real idea how I was going to do it. I could simply get out where the two of them did and see if I could get something going but I knew that would be tricky. 

But then, once again, Lady Fate decided that this girl was going to get the reprieve she needed. 

As the subway lurched to life we got going for only a few seconds before it came to a sudden halt. Worse still, the lights in the train went completely dark. Leaving us completely shut down and between stops. The place was pitch black and I could hear people start to murmur their displeasure. 

"Ladies and gentlemen," the garbled static-y transmission came on, "We're experiencing some slight delays and problems with the power down here. Please be patient and we'll be lit up and on our way shortly."

Groans of displeasure. But not from me. No, I sprung into action. Quick as a cat I left my seat and, despite the total darkness I knew exactly where I was going. I felt the curve of little miss perfect's ass against me as I leaned forward to whisper into her ear. 

"I'm going to fuck you, you sexy little bitch" I whispered, my hands sliding the tight material of her skirt up her hips, "I'm going to fuck you right in front of your boyfriend."

I said it low enough for only her to hear and, happily, I didn't hear any protest or disagreement. Quite the contrary, I actually felt her legs spread a little. The pitch black of the train wasn't much of an obstacle, I definitely knew my way around a tight little ass in the dark. So I tugged down what felt like a thong and then in a second, my fingers were inside her. I felt her have to stifle a moan as I felt her very wet little pussy squeeze tightly around all three of my invading digits. 

I thought about her boyfriend, only inches away from us, completely clueless, probably with his legs still spread wide. Well, I was spreading his girlfriend's cunt wide, giving her a quick and rough fucking. As fast as I could without making any obvious noises. 

Blondie wasn't as lucky. She was doing her best to stifle her noises but little whimpers crept out of her lips. 

"Jesus christ, Natalie," I heard her boyfriend say in the dark, "It's just the dark, there's nothing to be scared of."

Natalie. That was the name of the girl I was plunging my fingers into quickly. 

I wrapped my hand around her chest, taking a squeeze of one of her large breasts. I was surprised. I'd have bet heavily that the heavy orbs sitting high on her chest were the result of Daddy paying a plastic surgeon. But they felt very real. God, they must look perfect when naked I thought. My hand snaked up higher to her throat and wrapped around her pretty neck, squeezing gently. 

"Listen Natalie," I whispered, "You're going to cum for me. You're going to cum quietly for me. Because if you don't, I'm going to stop fucking your litte pussy and I know that a naughty little girl like you doesn't want that, do you?"

"No," she whispered, I gave her throat a gentle little squeeze.

"Shhh," I whispered back. 

Like I said, I was going for speed. I didn't know when the lights would come back on and so I needed to make things quick. I fucked her with three and then four fingers as she fucked back onto my hand with just enough speed and it was maybe only over a minute before I heard her make these cute little squeaking noises as she bit her lip and came all over my hand. 

Then, quick as a cat, I pulled my hand out of her and pulled up her little panties before walking back to my seat. It was the nick of time too. I had just sat back down when the lights came back on. I looked up to see Natalie looking just a little bit disheveled, just a strand or two of hair out of place and looking flush and freshly fucked. I could see her boyfriend looking around suspiciously, like he knew something had gone down, and I could see Natalie looking around too. I realized that she didn't know who had fucked her. I wondered in that second if anyone who'd taken the intiative could have lifted up that skirt and had their way with her. 

But then our eyes met and I licked my fingers clean and I saw a naughty little smile grow on her face. Our little secret. 

Turns out, out little discrete fuck couldn't have been any more timely because it was only a stop later when her boyfriend stood up and reached for Natalie's hand again. Her eyes kept locked on mine as she walked with him off the subway. For a second I regretted that I hadn't done something, anything to get her number or her last name or something that could lead to the follow-up fuck that I knew she'd want. I squirmed uncomfortably as I watched the sexy blonde walk off, cursing that I might never get to suck on those big tits as she rode my strap-on to incredible orgasms. That I might never get to see her bitchy little face between my thighs. 

I watched the two of them walk onto the platform and heard the familiar noise of the train doors closing. But then, I saw something that made my cunt tingle. Natlaie yanked herself free of her boyfriend's grasp and, just nanoseconds before the doors close, jumped back onto the subway car, leaving him alone on the plaform. I smiled broadly as the cute blonde walked up to me. Someone had taken her boyfriend's seat and the car was full but I patted my lap and the little blonde cutie sat right down on it. I watched her boyfriend's stunned face through the window as she leaned down to kiss me passionately, the Subway roaring to life and taking us one step closer to where we would go.

So guys, let this be a lesson to you, when you're on the subway, keep your legs together. Or you just might get a picture like the one I sent from Natalie's phone to her now ex-boyfriend, his sexy, bitchy little blonde girlfriend completely naked, those big perfect tits in her hands and a look of complete and total submissive ecstasy on her face. Now she was the one her legs spread wide. Wide as they could go. After all, she was trying to fit my massive fake cock into her cunt. 

Stealing(momentarily) a Slave

Like I said, you just never know, right? Things happen all over the place. 

It was a couple of weeks later when I got an unusual email from a friend of mine. This woman, Irene, was someone I knew from way back. Someone who'd helped me out. She was a high school teacher then and I was a high school dropout working construction and we met over beers in a gay bar and who seemed nice enough. She understood how I'd dropped out because I couldn't stand all of the idiots who gave me shit but urged me to go and get my GED. 

She was a sweet old gal but definitely not my type. Plus, after we got to drinking I learned that she had sort of the same tastes I did. The hot little straight girls. She talked about all the 18 year olds she had to teach and how she sometimes fantasized about them but wouldn't do anything for fear of losing her job. 

Anyways, that was almost twenty years ago. Now she's pushing 60 and is the Principal of a well regarded suburban High School. Anyways, she sent me an email asking me to meet her at her school to help her with a "problem" but she didn't go any further. So I agreed and set out to join her. 

The meeting time was a bit unusual. It was almost eight o'clock at night. Personally, I always figured most schools were ghost towns after four. But when I got there there were still quite a few people milling about. Not students, a disappointment as I had hoped to clock some of the hot 18 year old cheerleaders Irene was always talking about, but parents. Apparently it was some sort of parent-teacher night. 

I went to the principal's office, not my first time believe me, but the secretary told me that Irene was still busy and that she might be a little while. I nodded and decided to hang out in the hallways and maybe check some email. I just had my phone out when I was interrupted. 

"Excuse me, are you Jessica's mother?"

I looked up. An absolutely gorgeous brunette was looking at me. At first I thought she might have been a student, she barely looked 20, but I could see from her dress that she just must have been a young teacher. 

She was gorgeous. She wasn't as stacked as some of the girls I've talked about before but she was incredible. She was tall, almost as tall as I am, with high cheekbones, dark brown eyes and an elegant nose. Her long light brown hair hung loosely but impeccably down to her shoulders.

Everything about her just said "tight" from her clothes, a crisp white dress shirt and a black pencil skirt that hugged her hips like a second skin, to her model-like body to her voice and manner. She looked like one of those girls who thought that ice wouldn't melt in her mouth. 

But something gave me a hunch that she would melt in mine. 

I stood there for a moment. I had to remember what she'd asked me. 

"Excuse me?"

"Jessica Peterson...is that your daughter?"

I didn't know Jessica Peterson from a hole in the ground but if it would get me into the hot teacher's classroom, I'd have said I was Hitler's Mother. 

"Yup," I said, "That's my little girl."

The teacher nodded, still with that disapproving look on her face. 

"Well, I wish you could have shown up earlier as I was just about to leave but...well, I guess it's good that you finally started showing some interest in your daughter's education."

I could see from her face she meant it as a withering put-down. God, It just made me want her more. She motioned for me to come into the classroom and I did, taking my seat at one of the small desks right in front of hers while little miss strict closed the heavy door behind her and took her seat at her desk. 

God, her ass. Poems should have been written about it. High and tight and straining against her little skirt. Those perfect long legs meeting at one of god's most perfect creations. 

She sat down and gave me a weak smile.

"Well, there's no two ways around it," she started, enunciating every word clearly and carefully, "There's some good and some bad. The good is that Jessica's school work is fine."

"And the bad?" I asked, pretending to be very interested. 

"The bad," she hesitated for a second, "The bad is behaviour related."

I paused, trying to look upset.

"But Miss...

"Taylor," she said, "Miss Taylor."

" Jessica's always so well behaved at home, though." I said. The key to lying is believing the lie. I began imagining me, sitting around the table with my sexy little wife and our cute daughter Jessica. 

"Well, I'm sure," she said, "But this is actually fairly common. You know how it is with these seniors. They're 18, they're already planning going off to college, they begin to take classes less seriously."

I nodded. Although in my head my little family life had taken a change. Jessica was 18? All of a sudden in my head we were spending some very close "Mother-Daughter" time together. 

"Well, I suppose that's the case," I nodded, "So what sort of shenanigans has the little minx been up to then?"

Miss Taylor looked harshly back at me. Clearly she thought I wasn't taking this seriously, which I very much wasn't. I was just looking for a way to get into the cute teacher's panties. 

"Well, she's talking a lot, talking back and she's coming to school in clothes that just barely meet the uniform standard. Tight shirts that show cleavage, short skirts, things like that. I really think you should have a talk with her before she leaves the house."

I almost chuckled. In my head that talk would go very differently than I imagined it would in Miss Taylor's mind. I'd definitely demand that Jessica not wear those slutty clothes. I'd make her go back to her room, take them off and fuck her silly. 

"And the thing is," Miss Taylor continued, "It's becoming a real distraction. She spends all of her time flirting with the boys and then when I tell her to stop she gets rude and..."

I stood up angrily, harshly. As I did I could see Miss Taylor gasp a little and look afraid. But there was something else in her eyes. Something that I recognized instantly. A little spark that told me exactly how this was going to go down and just what tactic to play. 

"That is unacceptable," I said angrily, walking up to her desk. I could see that mix of fear and...something in her eyes as I walked up right in front of her. "I brought my daughter up in a fine, upstanding lesbian home and I will not tolerate her flirting with boys when I'm sure there are some very sexy girls she could be flirting with."

I had to keep from laughing as I saw Miss Taylor's expression shift. Trying to figure out how I could possibly mean what I'd just said. 

"I don't think you quite..." she started but I stopped her abruptly.

"It seems to me that this is quite clearly a discipline problem." I said harshly, walking around the desk. 

"I agree," Miss Taylor nodded, looking a little relieved when she thought we were back on the same page, "And if you maybe just talk to her..."

I shook my head. 

"No," I said harshly as I yanked Miss Taylor up by the collar of her dress shirt before pushing her down hard, bending her over her desk, that incredible ass of hers in that tight little skirt on such an inviting display. 

"What are you, let me go," she said, struggling. But I could tell it was half-hearted. She liked being exactly where she was. 

"Not her lack of discipline," I said, roughly, "Yours."

I roughly palmed that perfect ass of hers through her skirt. God it was incredible. Firm and round and tight. 

"You're her teacher." I said, "And when a disrespectful little bitch talks back to you then you should take her like this and bend her over and spank her cute little ass until she promises to behave."

I brought my hand down heavily on one of her perfect ass cheeks, creating a large smacking sound.

"Ahhh!" Miss Taylor groaned. A groan that told me right away that I was on the right track. 

"And you spank her again, and again..."

I did, slapping her tight ass with hard, heavy stinging slaps. 

"Until she promises to do whatever you say."

"Oh god," Miss Taylor moaned, but I could feel her rub her cute little ass against my palm. Slowly I brought my hand up to the zipper of her skirt and began pulling it down. She'd stopped resisting and the garment slid off her easily. I wasn't surprised in the least to see her incredible ass covered in a lacy little pair of black panties. I'd clocked that about this girl the minute I saw her. The type who liked to dress all prim and proper on the outside while thinking that the slutty little lingerie she was wearing underneath was just her little secret. Well, now the secret was out and my hands were all over it. Caressing her ass, seeing where my hands had left a red mark. 

"After all," I said, "You're her teacher. And if you see her with boys you should tell her all about how boys are no good. How they're trouble. How if she needs to cum she shouldn't look to a boy who didn't know what they were doing, they should come to you and let you work your talented little tongue into her 18 year old cunt."

"But I never," She groaned, "I'm not supposed to...I mean, I have a boyfriend"

I spanked her again. This time my hand coming down on her bare ass cheek, creating an even louder crack. I couldn't help it, even if I liked hearing that she had a boyfriend. 

"Oh fuck," she moaned.

"And if she really misbehaves," I said, reaching for my bag, "That's when you bend her over a desk and you fuck her little pussy until she won't even look at another boy."

I reached into my bag for my harness. I know what you're thinking, I brought my massive strap-on in my bag? I bring it wherever I go? Well, like I said, you never know when you're going to need it. You never know when you're going to meet a little submissive bitch who needs to be fucked senseless. It comes in handy. 

I wanted it on quick so I stepped into it over my jeans. True, it meant I couldn't give myself much pleasure with it but I had a hunch that Miss Taylor would be happy to come back to my place later and do whatever the fuck I told her to. 

"After all," I said cinching up the cock, "I hear all the time about teachers and their students these days. Jessica is 18. You should be fucking her discipline problem right out of her. . I pay your salary after all."

I yanked the teacher's lacy little panties down around her knees and began rubbing at a pussy that was as wet and hot as any I'd ever seen, even though my eyes were drawn to that incredible ass of hers. Naked it was just beyond belief. It wasn't big, and I've been known to like a big booty, but it wasn't flat by any means. Just perfectly toned and round and tight. Two soft supple cheeks sticking up in the air invitingly in her heels.. It never failed. I knew girls who were just total subs like this one, even if they didn't realize it themselves. I don't even know if it mattered that I was a woman, she just needed to be dominated, to be controlled. To be taken. I pushed the head of my cock right up against her little cunt and began to push inside. 




Steal Your Girl Ch. 03



"No," I heard her moan, plead. I paused. I'd thought I'd pushed her far enough that she would take what was given but I stopped. I didn't rape. 

"No, slut?" I asked "You don't want me to fuck your little pussy raw until you learn your lesson."

"Oh god, no," she moaned and I could tell that a dam was breaking. She knew what she wanted but didn't want to give in, to submit., "I want...I want...I want you to fuck my ass."

I smiled. 

"Yeah you do," I said, spitting on my hand before rubbing it all over the dick, "You need to be really punished, don't you."

I moved upward, the now slick head of the big cock pushing between her toned little ass, finding that tight little hole and pushing. It was a tight fit. 

"Oh god, yes," she moaned.

"Yeah," I said, grunting a little as I pushed. I wanted inside her but I didn't want to hurt her. Too badly, anyway, "Yeah, you love it up the ass, don't you girl?"

"Fuck yes," she moaned as her little rosebud stretched around the head of the cock, letting it slide in, "I love it."

I worked it in slowly, it was easier once the head was in but she grunted with every inch. 

"Yeah, you do," I said, seeing her whole body tense up and shudder as I pushed the big cock into her, "And your boyfriend doesn't fuck your ass the way you need, does he?"

"No," she cried, "He..."

"He thinks it's too nasty," I completed her sentence for her, "He doesn't know that you like it nasty. That you're a nasty little fuckslut."

"Yes mistress," she said. That was fun. She called me that unprompted.

"Yeah," I said, sliding the cock out slowly, leaving just the head inside, "He thinks you're a good girl. A proper young lady. He doesn't know you're a filthy little whore who loves getting fucked by big cocks in her ass."

I shoved the cock back inside her. 

"Yes, oh fuck me yes," she groaned, "It's so fucking tight."

"He doesn't know that you're so desperate to get fucked like that that you'd just let me bend you over in your classroom and take your ass, even though my cock is so big that I have to really stuff it..."

I thrust in again.

"Really have to stuff it inside."

"Please Mistress, do it," she moaned, "Fuck me, hurt me, give me what I need."

I reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, painfully yanking her head back. My other hand reached around and grabbed the neckline of her shirt. With one strong, fluid motion I ripped down, hearing the buttons fall off it as I tore her tits free. They weren't big, I took note as I groped them roughly through her bra, B cups at best. But they were perky and through the thin material of the bra her nipples felt hard as pebbles. 

I groped her as I started fucking into her with a steady rhythm, her pained groands and pleas for more music to my ears as the big cock fucked into her. There wasn't much stimulation for me, at best rubbing my clothed crotch against my harness was like some extremely weaksauce dryhumping, but I just fucking loved being in a classroom and bending over a stuck-up bitch while I fucked her ass. I couldn't help but think of all of the girls in my highschool I would have liked to give a similar fucking to. Little Miss Taylor was getting all of that aggression in spades, getting the full business as I fucked her tight ass with a vengeance. 

"Oh fuck yes, I love it, fuck my ass mistress," she begged.

"Yeah," I said, grabbing her hips tightly as I slam fucked her, "Your boyfriend thinks you're a good girl, doesn't he."

"Yes," she replied,

"But you're not, are you?" I said, smacking her ass as I rode her.

"No," she moaned.

"What are you?"

"I'm a slut. I'm a filthy little whore. I want to fuck girls. I want to eat their pussies and have them eat mine and have them strap on huge cocks and fuck my ass."

I spanked her again and I saw her slide a hand between her legs, frigging at her clit. 

"Yeah you are," I grunted as I really started to fuck her, "And if you cum before I tell you then I am going to spank your ass until you can't sit down for a week."

She groaned her submission and removed her hand.deep down it was empty. I knew that being punished for cumming too soon would probably thrill her tight-ass little prissy self. But I fucked her roughly and soon it was my hand reaching around and frigging at her clit, giving her cunt tiny little spanks as my big cock stuffed her ass again and again. 

"FUCK FUCK FUCK, MISTRESS!" she screamed, "Please I'm going to, I can't, fuck, please let me cum Mistress. Please let me cum on your perfect cock."

I let her, I frigged that clit faster and faster until she bucked and groaned and screamed. I came to a stop as she did, realizing I'd fucked her so hard I'd pushed her desk about three feet away from the front of the room. I paused to catch my breath. As I did though, I heard a very unexpected sound. 

Applause. 

"My goodness, you do work fast, don't you?"

I looked over and saw my friend, Irene. Grey haired, glasses, still a little heavy...truth be told she looked like a kindly old grandmother. Well, she would have if it weren't for the absolute look of lust in her eyes, trained on the bottomless girl I had bent over the desk. Truth be told, in all the excitement I'd completely forgotten about the "problem" I'd come to see her about. I hadn't heard her come in at all and wondered just how much of my fucking one of her teachers she'd seen. 

"Principal Hutchinson, I..." I heard the teacher say beneath me, struggling to somehow wiggle free of me or cover up or make some pathetic attempt to make it look like anything other than it was. I held her firm though. 

"You know Amelia," Irene said to me as she approached the desk, "The whole reason I asked you in was because I had this incredibly sexy little bitch of a teacher who started working for me this semester. Only 23, just out of teacher's college and with this incredible body, a phenomenal ass and ever since her first day here the only thing I could think about was how much I wanted to fuck her."

"Yeah, she's a pistol," I groaned. Little Miss Taylor stopped squirming beneath me and simply looked over at her boss who was now stroking her pretty brown hair. 

"But the problem was she was dating Mr. Marner, the gym teacher. And I've never been like you Amelia, the way you can just turn girls," Irene said, now almost pawing the girl, sliding one of her thumbs into Miss Taylor's mouth, "But I wanted this sexy little creature so much I figured you could help me do it or do it and then share her or..."

I watched as Miss Taylor sucked the principal's thumb like a cock.

"My, my, my," Irene said, "Alison Taylor, little miss ice queen, what am I going to do with you now that I've caught you with your pretty little ass in the air, getting fucked in a classroom by my big butch friend here?"

"Principal Hutchinson, I..." Alison started.

"I think, Alison," I said, "You should offer to make it up to your boss, this egregious breach of conduct."

"I...yes," Alison nodded, her situation dawning on her.

"Well, then, Irene," I said, looking back at my friend, "How would you like Miss Taylor to make it up to you."

Truth was, I was a little shocked by the look in Irene's eyes. She'd always been so gentle, so sweet to me. But as she looked down at Alison on the desk, I could tell that there were a lot of feelings bubbling to the surface. Sometimes I forget that while there are a lot of lesbians like me, older women who lust after beautiful younger women, a lot of them aren't as capable and confident of actually getting them. I'd known Irene had those same desires but had been single for a long time. Now, as the kindly older woman looked down at the teacher that was almost young enough to be her granddaughter, there was an almost wicked look to her eyes as she realized what she had in front of her. 

"I want," Irene said as she unzipped her own skirt, "The thing I've wanted since this little cutie was first in my office. I want her tongue in my cunt."

Irene stepped out of her skirt and panties. Not the most attractive sight in my eyes, like I said Irene wasn't my type, and we'd never really had the kind of friendship where we would do this. But I soon realized that whatever mad lusts Irene had for Alison would override any other consideration. It took a little bit of maneuvering but soon Irene was up on the desk, her legs spread wide.

"How 'bout it slut," I said, grabbing a fistful of Alison's long brown hair, "Going to eat out your boss right here?"

Alison looked up but not at me. To Irene.

"Tell me I have to." she said desperately. 

"You have to eat my cunt, Miss Taylor, you have to eat it until I cum all over your bitchy little face." Irene said, taking hold of Alison's head and guiding it to her wet, waiting pussy.

Soon I heard the frenzied licking and slurping sounds and Irene's eyes rolled back in her head. Alison may have wanted to be told to, to feel like it was something she was being forced to do, but there's no doubt about it that the stuck-up little teacher was eating her 58 year old boss' pussy like it was pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving. 

I didn't stay passive, I pulled the thick cock out of Alison's ass and, giving it a quick wipe clean, moved down a hole to her drenched cunt. Sliding it in almost to the hilt with one go as I heard Alison cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain, although her cry was muffled by the pussy in her mouth. 

"Oh fuck she's good," Irene moaned.

"Yeah," I said, thrusting my cock inside, "A lot of them take quite a bit of practice but something tells me that little miss enunciation here has eaten a ton of pussy in her dreams."

"God damn, I've wanted her for so long," Irene said.

"Well," I grunted, thrusting harder, "You've got her now and I think she's going to be pretty open to suggestion from here on in."

A light seemingly clicked on in Irene's head. She momentarily yanked Alison's mouth away from her dripping snatch. 

"You're mine now, understand?" my friend said, sounding a little harsh, "And from now on you're going to be fifteen minutes late to homeroom every day. Because, oh fuck, when I'm reading the morning announcements you're going to be under my desk eating my pussy." 

I saw Alison give a little nod.

"Tell me what you're going to be doing every morning at 8:40," Irene said commandingly. A tone I'd never heard from her before. 

"Eating your pussy," Alison moaned as I fucked the big cock into her. 

"And you're going to call me Mistress from now on, understand?" Irene said again. I was surprised. I had no idea Irene liked to get that rough. At that request though, I saw Alison look behind her to me. She'd only recently called me Mistress and, apparently, she wanted to see how I'd react. Irene looked at me too, a little nervously, like maybe she'd overstepped her boundaries. 

Truth was, if Irene wanted her so badly, she could have her. I was still fucking Natalie from the Subway most nights and if Alison Tyler lived out in the suburbs then I knew that getting out here to fuck her would be a pain, even if it did mean a good piece of submissive pussy.

"Answer your Mistress, slut," I said, spanking Alison's ass harder than before. 

"Oh fuck, yes Mistress," Alison moaned, "I'll do whatever you want Mistress, whenever. I'm yours, I want to be your slave."

"Mmmm, fuck," Irene said as she roughly pulled Alison's mouth back to her box, "I should have gotten you out here sooner, Amelia."

"Well," I grunted, still fucking Alison fiercely, "It's been busy."

And then the most bizarre few minutes of my life happened. Irene and I had a little chat. Like we were in the bar over a pint of beer, only there was a gorgeous little 23 year old brunette wedged between the two of us, me fucking her cunt and Irene riding her face. Every now and then our conversation was interrupted by Alison moaning her muffled orgasmic cries into Irene's cunt and Irene's speech patterns would go a little ragged before Alison's talented little tongue would cause her to spasm and cum all over her new little slave's face.

We shared Alison for at least an hour. After Irene had cum a couple of times we switched ends. Irene burying her face in Alison's cunt from behind and Alison proving to me that she did indeed have a very talented tongue, eating my pussy to a few orgasms of my own. 

After an hour though, the night wound down. Irene and I had both had multiple orgasms and Alison, well, I had no idea how many times she came. Eventually the three of us dressed, although Irene told Alison not to wear her panties(something Alison dutifully obeyed, and we made our way out of the school. It was hard not to notice the change in both Alison and Irene. Alison's arm was wrapped around the taller younger woman's waist, possessively. Her hand firmly squeezing Alison's ass as if to say to the entire world that she owned it. Alison, for her part, was hanging off her new mistress like her life depended on staying in constant contact with her. 

"So," I said as we got into the cool air of the late night, "I guess you guys will..."

"I think Miss Taylor is going to be coming home with me," Irene said with a little nod. Alison, whose face was buried in Irene's neck like a shy child, simply nodded. Given how much Irene was into her and how much Alison seemed to like being dominated...I had a hunch that they'd be spending most of their time together. 

"Thank you Amelia," Irene said to me with real emotion. I could tell she was thrilled. I could tell that after lusting after women like Alison for so many years but never getting one, well, it was a big deal to her. To me, shit, it had just been a night of fun. 

"Don't sweat it," I shrugged. I was happy for her, deep down, "But, fair warning, I think you're going to go need a nice big strap-on to give Miss Taylor the kind of ass-fucking she needs."

Alison whispered something into Irene's ear. I didn't hear it entirely but it sounded like "Yes please, mistress". Irene just smiled and grabbed her ass.

"I've got a ten incher at home," she said, "And I'm going to fuck this little slut every day with it."

I nodded. It sounded like a nice plan. Alison clearly liked the sound of it too because she began passionately kissing Irene, who responded in kind. I decided it might be nice to leave the two little lovebirds to their own devices and quietly walked away. 

The End

PS oh, a fun post script. Irene and Alison seem super devoted to each other these days. Apparently Alison moved in with her. Irene talks all the time about her little girlfriend and even brings her down to the club to show her off, Alison always dresses just as prim and proper as she was that first day. 

But Irene shows her off to me in other ways. She takes a lot of pictures. Almost like she wants to document every day she spends with the gorgeous brunette. She sent me hundreds of pictures of a trip they took to Mexico, almost all of them with Alison naked and getting fucked. Either by Irene or by a an even younger blonde girl. Incredibly cute, a slinky body. A real cheerleader type. Irene was fucking her in a bunch of the photos too. It seemed like a whole week of non-stop three way lesbian fucking. 

Remember Jessica? My 18 year old "daughter" that Alison had been so concerned about? Turned out the pretty teacher took my advice after all and talked her out of flirting with boys. I couldn't help it, as I looked at all of the pictures of the three of them fucking(and watched all of the videos) I felt very proud of what I'd done. 

To Be Continued...



Steal Your Girl Ch. 04



Introduction: The final chapter for now. If people read it and liked it, please send me lots and lots of feedback and comments. Suggestions and ideas for other "straight" girls or settings would be very appreciated. 

In this last chapter things get political. I don't want to make light of any of the issues discussed here, I just thought it would make for a sexy story. As always, read on at your own discretion...

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Stealing a Vote

Now, I know some of you have been asking how exactly it is I support the lifestyle I lead. I don't have a job(unless you count seducing straight girls, love what you do I always say) and I don't even seem to have a permanent residence. So am I homeless? Penniless? Do I sell drugs on the streets to finance my bringing down the patriarchy, one fresh convert to sapphic delights at a time? 

No, nothing like that. The truth is that in addition to a good brain, strong body and a knack for fucking beautiful women I've been incredibly lucky in my life. I had a great aunt who died about 20 years back who owned her own apartment and left it to me. So I'm never homeless, even if I don't like spending time there(too much of an old lady vibe). Then a few years after that, and I know this sounds crazy, I won the lottery. Yup, my numbers came up and I was an overnight millionaire. I went down to the lottery office, they took a picture of me with the big fake check, the works. 

It wasn't the kind of gigantic, ridiculous, 800 billion dollar powerball kind of win but it was enough for me to go to a woman I knew who worked for a bank and get it invested in the sort of safe, low yield portfolio that would provide me a generous annual income without touching the principal. So I do ok for money. I've got a 7 figure bank account with only a GED and having never really worked a steady job. So if you wonder how I know the universe wants me to be out there, finding hot straight girls and fucking them until they agree to a lifestyle where men are just a peripheral annoyance...there you go. 

Anyways, I live a life of leisure. But, like I said about my dead great-aunt's apartment, I don't really live there, only in emergencies will I stay the night there and usually I can find some warm and pretty young thing who'll have me. Even if I'm in a dry spell I've got a lot of lesbian friends my age and that lesbians my age and their tendency to have two incomes, no children and like to travel. So someone always needs a housesitter. 

So that was how I found myself in a small town, just outside the city I live in recently. My friends Carla and Jamie were one of those lesbian couples. Early 40's, doing well for themselves and while they'd talked about adopting were still just on their own(apart from their cat, Hector). So they were on a month long trip to South America in the fall and asked me if I'd stay and feed Hector and enjoy the scenery of their place. They were the kind of girls who loved doing DIY improvements to their house and I had to admit it was a pretty nice place. 

And it was a nice little vacation for me. I know if you've read the other tales of mine you'll probably think I'm some sort of pussy-crazed fiend whose phone is always blowing up with the hooked-on-my-cock girls I've turned gay but, well, ok there's a certain amount of truth to that but it's not the whole truth. Sometimes I need some down time. And so for those few weeks I really liked just getting the paper in the morning, cooking a nice breakfast and just relaxing by their pool. 

Hell, you want personal growth? There was a really cute Indian girl who worked at the local grocery store who I didn't even immediately think about fucking when I saw her. Even when her flirting with her fellow grocery store employee boyfriend held me up in line one day, I decided not to get my revenge by turning her world upside down and fucking her everywhich way, leaving her a quivering wreck who would do anything I say. Hell, there was even a really cute soccer mom type a few houses down who I hadn't once held between my thighs as she quickly ate me out before her husband got home. How's that for personal growth?

It was just an easy, tranquil couple of weeks. But then, like it always does, politics went ahead and ruined everything. 

It was just a nice fall afternoon when, out of the blue, my doorbell rang. That wasn't so unusual, I'd gotten used to the fact that in a small town house like this as opposed to the places in the city people knew there neighbors and generally seemed interested in interacting with them. So I opened the door, expecting some sort of package delivery or salesman I was going to tell to fuck off. 

But hot damn. I mean, hot damn. 

This girl was perfect. Tall, with long blonde hair and the cutest little face. Big innocent green eyes and these incredibly full, pursed lips. She couldn't have been even 20 years old, her skin was so soft and smooth looking. 

She was dressed conservatively. A green cardigan and long skirt but her body was simply too much to ever look conservative. Her breasts were huge. Bulging the thin material of her sweater out so much that it almost looked like it might rip. I thought back to Danielle from the Bridal shop but this girl had her beat. Then those massive mammaries curved down into a slender waist before flaring out to a great set of hips, you could tell even through her skirt. She maybe had a few pounds of baby fat but almost all of it had gone to those great tits. 

For a second I almost felt bad for her, she was so hot. She clearly tried to dress to de-emphasize her body but a body like hers couldn't be contained. Anyone, man or woman, would look at her and think about what she looked like naked. She was holding a little clipboard and she had a red button pinned to her cardigan that said "Downing" with a check mark beside it. 

"Hello?" I said, immediately knowing that I had to have this perfect little creature. 

"Hi, um, are you, James or Mrs. Leonard?" she asked, looking confused. Clearly I wasn't James Leonard and I knew I didn't really look like the Mrs. type. In fact, there was no James or Mrs. Leonard. Jamie Leonard, my gay friend, was on vacation and Carla, her partner, was with her. But they weren't married. Like I said, my state doesn't have gay marriage yet. 

God, her voice, perfect little honey.

"No, they're out of town," I said, immediately regretting it. I wanted this girl to stick around.

"Oh," she said, looking a little disappointed, "Do you know when they'll be back? I wanted to talk about the upcoming election with them."

"Any day now," I said, it was true, they were due back shortly.

The girl nodded.

"Right well, maybe I'll come back in a few days and talk to them then," she said with a uneasy smile before turning to walk away. Fuck, her ass was incredible too. I knew I couldn't let her leave.

"Don't you want to talk to me about the election?" I said. Truth was, I didn't have time for any politics. I didn't even know what the election was or who was running. Typically, I thought people on both sides of the aisle were full of shit, putting their own interests and the interests of whoever their donors were above people, especially women. Sure, I was on board with the socially liberal movements towards gay marriage and against those anti-choice idiots restricting women's health choices but that was rarely enough to get me out to the polls. I know, I know, you want to call me a bad lesbian. But think about it this way, how many straight girls that I turned out vote that way because of me? 

The girl turned back and looked at me with a bit of a frown. I could tell there was something about me she didn't like. 

"I mean," she said, looking like she knew I wasn't worth her time, "Do you even live in this district?"

"Yes," I lied, "I live just up the road. I'm just feeding Mr. and Mrs. Leonard's cat while they're away. Good neighbors and all that."

She nodded. 

"Maybe I have you on my list then Ms..."

I shook my head. 

"I doubt you would." I said, "I only moved in last month. But I'm keen to get well acquainted with local politics."

The incredible looking blonde looked me over. I could tell she wasn't stupid. She knew, at the very least, something of what I was about. 

"I don't know," she hesitated, "My candidate is really aiming his campaign at families."

"Families". I knew what that was coded talk for. Not dykes, in other words. I couldn't deny it, there was something in the way she said that word that really burned me. If she was a little conservative, trying to spread that bullshit around, well, now I definitely wanted to rock her world. 

"Yeah, well, I'm socially liberal but fiscally conservative," I said, lying only slightly. I did have a lot of money in the market after all. I did care about my portfolio. "And I'm on the fence for a lot of elections."

"Oh, like a swing voter," the girl said eagerly, happily.

"Exactly," I said, even though the only thing I wanted to swing was this girl's sexual orientation. 

"Well, yes, then I suppose I should talk to you," she said, coming back onto the doorstep. She came inside and sat on the couch in the front room. 

"Can I get you a drink?" I asked, hoping she would say something alcoholic. I had a hunch that it might loosen her up.

"If you have a lemonade that would be great," she said. I smiled. I did have lemonade. I also had vodka. I know it's wrong to spike someone's drink but I wasn't going to roofy her or anything, just get her a little relaxed. I poured a pretty good amount of the clear, tasteless liquor into a large glass before topping it up with the good, homemade lemonade. Heck, I even poured a second for me. I took both of the glasses into the room and sat opposite her. God, she was something out of time. A pretty gold crucifix dangling around her neck, pointing invitingly down towards those big tits. Her long, supple legs crossed like out of some etiquette guide from the 50's. I could feel myself practically soaking wet just being around her. Still, I could tell she was confused by my just staring at her huge boobs. 

She took a big gulp of her lemonade and screwed up her face and for a second I worried I'd made her drink too strong and that she recognized the taste of the vodka. 

"This is good," She said politely, "But it's got a bit of a sharpness to it."

"Oh, yes," I said, "I use Meyer lemons, they've got a bit more sour than normal ones to them."

Meyer lemons, I wondered. Was that really a thing? I was pretty confident I'd heard about them on the Food Network. Either way, the bullshit seemed to work on the girl and she smiled and took another sip. 

"So Downing," I said, noting the name on the button she was wearing, hoping she would buy that's where I'd been looking, "That's your candidate or..."

Downing, the name sounded familiar. The girl looked down and, looking somewhat relieved, nodded at me with a smile. 

"Yes, Chuck Downing. Big Chuck, they call him at the statehouse," she said, clearly remembering a script, "District 14's voice for more than ten years in the State Senate. A man who fights for faith, families and traditional values."

Chuck Downing. Now it came back to me. A pretty big deal in state politics and raging homophobe. Someone who compared Queers to beastiality and who had been instrumental in defeating a recent attempt to legalize gay marriage that had passed the legislature but not the Senate. This was, I had to admit, a surprising amount of political knowledge on my part but I remembered now. It had been Jamie who I'd heard ranting about it when she moved out here. How she loved the house and neighborhood but hated how she had to be represented by that bigot. 

I decided to put a pin in "faith, families and traditional values" for now, knowing that I'd get rage building up if we went down that line of bullshit. I'd convinced the girl to come in by feigning an interest in financial policy and I, as someone who was technically part of the 1 percent, wanted to at least seem like I was genuine in my curiosity.

"So, " I nodded, "What are his policies on fiscal matters."

The girl nodded although I could tell that wasn't what she had a great grasp of. 

"Well, I know he's against handouts," she says, "He doesn't think hard working families tax dollars should go to subsidize the people who don't want to work or who have a bunch of babies on welfare. He thinks too much taxes kill business and that when businesses have more money they hire more people and then everyone benefits. In fact, Daddy often says "a rising tide lifts all-"

"Sorry," I cut in, "Daddy?"

"Oh," she said, looking embarrassed, "I forgot I wasn't supposed to do that. See, yeah, I'm not just a volunteer. I'm Kate Downing, his daughter. So that's why I know that Daddy, I mean Chuck Downing, is the most honest, most qualified-"

My god. I almost groaned. The Homophobe's Daughter. It wasn't even about me any more. Sure I was going to enjoy having this girl on her knees eating me out, sure I was going to love sucking on those big titties until they were red with teeth marks and sure I was going to make sure she took all twelve inches of my strap-on but...well, it almost wasn't about me. She needed to be fucked gay just for the sheer, delicious irony of it. Still, there was one important question I had to ask before I knew I would proceed.

"And you vote for him?" I asked, asking the question in the most roundabout way I could.

"Of course," she said before conceding something, "Well, I mean, not technically. It would be more accurate to say I'm going to vote for him. But it's not because I didn't want to before, I only just turned 18 last May so I couldn't!"

She laughed at this, clearly delighted by the joke. I chuckled. God damn. 18 years old. So it was on. 

"So then..." I said, "Families, Faith and...what was it?"

"Family values, yes, Pro-Family." she said, glad to be back on familiar footing.

Truth was, every time I'd ever heard a politician use that term in the past I didn't have a clue what the fuck it meant. I strongly suspected that whatever being Pro-Family meant, I wasn't it. 

"So what does all that mean."

"Well," she started, "Daddy says we've lost our way as a nation built by Christians on Christian principles. I don't know if you heard but last year there was a push by Liberals to override the will of the people and pass a law to redefine the traditional definition of marriage and Daddy, I mean Big Chuck, used all of his leverage, Daddy is really good at swinging votes, and was able to narrowly defeat it. In fact, a strong case could be made that if Big Chuck isn't back at the statehouse then they'll try again and succeed."

I didn't entirely get it. I thought that from the way young Kate had looked at me outside that she'd pretty quickly understood I was gay, after all even as sheltered and as naive as she seemed, I'm guessing she'd had a gym teacher or something that lived up to her stereotypes. I definitely was dressed butch, in a flannel shirt and jeans, and I couldn't imagine it would be that lost on her. I could only assume she was so into the script she'd been given that she didn't even think that her father's "heroic" defeat of gay marriage would anger me the way it did. 

"And that would be so bad...why?" I said.

"Well, like I said, we support traditional marriage, not gay marriage." she said quickly.

"Oh," I nodded, "And this bill for gay marriage, it would have made it mandatory for women to marry women and men could marry men?"

"No..." she said, looking unsure.

"Oh, so it really wouldn't affect straight people at all then," I nodded.

"Well, it would affect all of us," she said, "Because the traditional definition of marriage-"

"Look, even if there was only one "traditional" concept of marriage the one used primarily in this culture held for hundreds of years that that that husbands could beat and rape their wives. Are you for that?" 

"Of course not," she said, looking offended.

"Right," I said, "So we've already redefined what marriage means in terms of the relationship between spouses, why can't we do it again to expand who can get married?"

I couldn't really believe the fire that was coming out of me. Years of all of that discrimination and homophobia coming to the fore I guess. And, you know, deep down I did believe in gay marriage. After all, I did want to encourage lesbianism and if men wanted to fuck other men, fine by me. So despite the fact that I had about as much interest in ever pledging my heart(and strap-on) to just one woman as I did in swimming naked and bloody with a bunch of sharks, well, all of I sudden I was feeling pretty political. 

Kate took another sip of her lemonade. This time she didn't screw her face up at all. 

"The bible says thou shalt not lie with a man like you do a woman."

Hmm, I thought. Maybe the Bible was on to something. After all, I agreed provided that passage was aimed at women. 

"But what about a woman, what does the Bible say about women being together." I asked, glad that I could steer the conversation in that direction. I could see the look on Kate's face shift. If she had any doubts about me, that had killed them. 

"I assume it's the same and-"

"You assume," I shook my head, "So you base so much on the literal word of the bible but if something's not covered you just assume?"

"I-"

"And further more, doesn't the bible also say that rape is ok? And slavery? And that you can't eat lobster? Or wear blended fibers? And isn't today Saturday, the sabbath? Aren't you working? Should you be put to death for that?"

I was on a bit of a rant. Some of the stuff I vaguely remembered from my own experiences with religion as a young child came back to me. The hypocrisy of it all. Picking and choosing which lines of bullshit they used to oppress women and gay people. Kate was clearly put off by this and took another big sip of lemonade before making a move to stand up. 

"Look, clearly you're not open to the ideas and have a different...lifestyle so maybe I should just..."

But I moved quickly beside her and took a firm hold of her arm, pulling her back against me. 

"It's a great lifestyle," I said, "Fucking little bitches like you, turning them out, making them see the light."

"What are you, stop-" she said, struggling

"Your bible, that bullshit, that was just written by men to control people. The poor and women mostly, that's why they wanted to ban what came naturally to us. They knew that if two women could get together that there'd be a lot of men going to bed alone."

"Let go of me," She said weakly and there was so much conflict in those pretty green eyes, "I'm not gay, I don't like girls. My parents sent me to that camp and I don't feel that way any more. I know it's a sin."

I almost laughed. That's why she'd so easily spotted me as a dyke. She was already one herself. I wouldn't be turning this one gay, just bringing out what was already there. She'd repressed it, clearly, probably told by counsellor's at that camp that if she just hid it that it would go away. Well, now fucking her was practically a community service. I stuck my hand up her skirt and found her panty-covered crotch easily. Just as I suspected, she was practically soaked through. 

"How do you know?" I asked, "I've barely touched you and you're drenched."

"Oh god," she moaned, "I've tried being with a boy and it wasn't too-"

I took her thin little panties in my hand and ripped them right off her.

"Your pussy is telling me something very different," I said, finally doing what I'd wanted to do and taking a big handful of her massive melons. 

"It's wrong," she moaned as I apparently cupped and kneaded a very sensitive breast, "God-"

"Why would your god make you like this," I whispered harshly, "Why would he make my hand on your pussy feel so good, get you so hot and wet, and then think it was bad?"