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The Club- Julia
It was my first trip to a gay bar. I knew little about the social graces but knew why I was there. At 45 most of my sex life had been with a man. I had a couple experiences with women but all were a one time thing and left more to be desired. Once I got my computer and started chatting I found myself drawn to the bi\curious and lesbian rooms. When I searched out porn stories to read I always read those under gay or lesbian. I also began to notice that the stories I enjoyed most were those written about dominance. I began reading male\male stories and loved the stories where a male was forced to be some other male's pussy boy. I found a few sites that included females dominate over other females but not near as many as you could for male\male. But when in chat I noticed most other women I met, especially bi ones wanted to be dominated. This made my search more ominous as I too was searching for a dominate woman.
I began searching personals but found when I got a reply I was too scared to answer back. I did establish a couple fem\fem relationships but none close enough to make a reality at the time. But they always left me over stimulated and without. A period came along in my life when I realized that I was consumed by these fantasies. I was reading porn all the time and started writing my own. I was jilling off three and four times a day dreaming about pussy or reading a story of a female mistress. I realized I had enough and wanted to experience this in reality.
And so with sex on my mind I got ready to go out. When I walked in I wanted the ladies to know I had come to play and to play hard. But was dressing sexy to appeal to a woman the same as dressing for a man. I didn't know but I did know if anything got started I didn't want anything standing in its way. So I wore a pull over sweater with a deep v-opening and a skirt, nothing underneath. I am a heavy woman so I could not go as far as true slut clothes, mini skirt, halter top would not be appealing to anyone on me.
A friend gave me a mild nerve pill and I had some weed so once I pulled into the parking lot I was feeling good and wet with anticipation. I looked over the parking lot and secretly hoped I would be bent over one of these cars before the night was over.
As I enter the bar I was thrilled, all women, I licked my lips. I felt like I had woke up in the middle of a wet dream and it was coming true. I almost felt too weak to walk and felt as if every one was checking me out. I had to compose myself. I wanted to make eye contact, not stare at a floor or bar. I decided a drink might help. I sat down on a stool at the bar and the tender arrived quickly.
"What's your pleasure sweetheart?" she asked as she put a napkin and bowl of peanuts in front of me. When I looked up at the voice I saw a very butch woman. Very short brown hair and large brown eyes, no make up, flannel type button up shirt and jeans that keys were attached to. I batted my eyes at her, really I did and lowered my chest onto the bar top. I licked my lips, damn I was slutting myself for this manly looking woman. I did manage to get out.
"A rum and coke, please ma'am". This made her smile.
"I do love a girl who knows her manners," she said winking at me. As quickly as she had turned my drink was there. I noticed several cherry stems hanging over the top. Then I felt her lean in from behind the bar. She reached out to my drink and grabbed a stem and pulled one of the cherries up.
"You got one of these baby?" She dangled the cherry in front of me. I wanted to play. I leaned in and extended my tongue up and out lapping for the cherry. She dropped it in my mouth, laughed and went back to serving drinks.
"Better watch out for her, she can be a rather rough dyke I hear." The voice came from a rather tall, African-American woman, who looked to be in her early 30s. A stern face but beautiful features. I couldn't help but smile up at her.
"I guess it would help if I knew what I was looking for." "Ah, first timer and curious." She delivered the line like a statement. I couldn't help but flirt, hell this was what I was here for.
"Past curious, I am ready."
"That easy, are ya', what has you so ready for this. A girlfriend who said no, a flirtation that left you wondering or friend's experience?"
"A chat room meeting, that led to the phone and emails but so far no real time, due to travel and she is married."
"Yeah, me too, but you know girls just wanna have fun. So this married friend of yours what did she want that has left you so ready?" I looked back at the bartender, she caught my glance and licked her lips. Damn I could feel the moisture on the stool.
"Ah my friend, Ms Ruth. For one she has an incredible sultry voice, when I hear it I just want to please her."
"The name is Julia, let's talk honestly. Tell me what Ms Ruth said that made you want to submit to her." She let the word submit hang there.
"That she use to share a woman with her husband but now she wanted one just for herself. One that would do whatever she asked."
"Is that what you want? To do whatever she ask of you?" I swooned a little thinking about Ms Ruth telling me what she wanted me to do to her.
"Yes, oh yes", it was a dreamy reply and it wasn't missed by Julia. She was reaching in her purse for something. She pulled out a business card and turned it over and wrote down something, then handed it to me.
"On the back is my pager number and e:mail address, put this in your purse now. I only have a few more minutes and then I need to leave." She slide closer to me, I could smell her sweetness.
"I am a lot like your friend Ms Ruth, but real time is a real possibility here. When I leave I want you to follow me out to the car but first, here are a few things to consider. I am a very dominant woman, rough in a different way then our bar tender here. I am married and do not share my women with my husband, or the knowledge of them. I take good care of my girls as long as they behave, if they don't I can make them very sorry they didn't. You want this pussy, it can be yours as long as you agree to do whatever I ask of you, without hesitation. If you are interested then email me or page me. Now finish your drink and wait for me in the parking lot."
At that she downed her drink, smiled at the dyke bar tender and went over to a group of women talking and joined them.
I felt like I was under a spell and suddenly wish I had worn panties to catch some of these juices. I worried how wet the seat would be when I got up.
I downed the drink, sat it down without looking up and headed to the door. In the parking lot a few people stirred but since it was still early most were either arriving or leaving. I was only outside for a minute when I felt a hand take my arm and lead me to the side of the building. Julia pushed me up against the wall and I felt her lips on mine and her hands grabbing my breast.
I moaned as her lips ravaged mine. I felt myself literally melt. In my moaning I called her name. She stopped and stepped back.
"I don't know what Ms Ruth taught you about women like us but there are rules. You always refer to me as ma'am or Mistress Julia." As she pinched my nipples hard she added, "Always" I realized she was waiting for me to answer, shit I had frigged myself thinking about this moment.
"I am so sorry Mistress Julia, I won't disappoint you again." You could tell she was pleased at the submissive way I answered.
"I will lay all the rules out via email or on the phone you might want to take notes as I do not tolerate disobedience. But before any of this happens I need to know that you can suck a pussy dry and how submissive you truly are. First, if this really does excite you then you should be soaking wet by now. Pull up your skirt bitch and let's see." Damn, right here in the parking lot she wanted me to show her my cunt. When I lift my skirt she will see I have no panties on and know I am a whore.
I relaxed into the wall and reached down for the hem on my skirt, juices continued to gush out of me. I had to be true to these feelings, I had jilled off to this very moment so many times. I flew my skirt up and pushed my steaming cunt at her, inviting her to feel how very hot I was for her and she did. When she saw the drops of cummy juice matted in my pubic hair she plunged her hand between my legs. I spread my legs wide.
"Oh yes Mistress Julia, I am your slutty bitch." Her fingers groped me. Mashing the tender walls within me. She rubbed my juices all around and I could feel pressure on my pussy hole.
"Yeah," she exclaimed, "I got me a white whore to suck this black pussy."
Then she grabbed my head and pushed me down to my knees. I shivered all over, more juices gushing out of me. I was dizzy with desire. There it was right in front of me. Oh how I had dreamed about this moment. I could see the pink of her inner lips. I was drooling, my mouth filling with saliva. I could smell it and I did. I tickled its hair with my nose and inhaled deeply. There was no stopping me, I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her to me. I had my face all up in her pussy, I wanted this hair pie bad.
She was so juicy you could hear her cunt, sloshing around, puckering. And I lapped those juices up, oh yes sweet cummy juice fresh from my Mistress. The taste, the smell, the desire all sparked me to create the perfect resume to get the job of Mistress Julia's white, pussy whore.
Now to hear her cum, have her fill my mouth with her sweet juices. I started pulling her to and fro on my mouth. Nibbling her clit every time it came close. And when I could I sent verbal messages.
"Thank you, oh thank you Mistress Julia."
"Thank you for giving me a taste of your most wonderful pussy."
"Mistress Julia, please allow me to serve you." I was going for broke with no thought to what I was getting myself into. The more I talked to her the harder she fucked my face and I fucked her pussy back. My tongue was everywhere. Flicking her clit, swiping her asshole, plunging into her pussy hole. And then I felt it. My black Goddess was cumming. She slammed her pussy into my face banging my head off the wall.
"Oh yes bitch!" She hollered as she pulled my hair. "I am your Mistress, master over you." She was really into it now. My chin was burning and I knew my face was bruised from her assault.
"Drink that pussy slime from your black Mistress whore." And I had to, there was no way I could move and her juices keep coming. She seemed to recover quickly but I did know her time was limited.
"Well alright, I have found me a white pussy whore. You want that, don't you little honky slut. You want to be my whore, don't you?" "Oh yes, I do, please Mistress Julia allow me to service you." My eyes instantly teared up from the open palm of her hand crushing my face.
"I am not a car, slut. I am your black Mistress and you are my sorry ass white sex slave. Take this card and go and give it to the dyke behind the bar. Enjoy the rest of your night. I will call for a full report tomorrow." And she was gone.
To all who have written thanks so much, I LOVE hearing from you. These stories are ones I wrote a good while back, I am not sure if I want to finish this series or not but thought I would post most of what I have. I sincerely hope you enjoy them. Let me hear from you: x2432jn@msn.com