3: My First Golden-Lesbian
Mom, if you haven’t had sex with a dog you should, but makes sure you keep your shirt on or put something on his feet, my nipple hurt for a week.
I, almost, had to laugh that night when you asked me, “did you do anything fun today?”
“Lol, I wanted to say yes mom, I got fucked twice today, one by an older man who paid me to fuck him. And I got raped by a dog, and I loved it.”
Nothing happened for the rest of the week. It was a good thing, probably—it allowed all the scratches to heal, but you could still see some on me.
The next Saturday I got to Miss. Livingston’s house a little before one. I rang the doorbell and I had to wait a few seconds before I heard loud footsteps coming towards the door. When the door opened, I barely recognized Miss. Livingston. She was dressed in a black latex bra and thong with a pair of high-heeled patent-leather boots that went all the way up to her thighs. The thong was skin-tight and had an odd silver snap in the front of it, I had no idea what it was for.
Miss Livingston’s hair was slicked back, like men would have it back in the ‘50s.’
“You’re here, good.” Miss. Livingston’s voice was as bubbly as ever. “Come on in, I’m getting everything ready for the client—she’ll be here in fifteen minutes or so.”
Client? What’s she talking about?, I said to myself.
Miss. Livingston turned around and walked back down the hallway, her heels making loud clicking noises on the hard wooden floors. I wondered if I should wait here for her to go get King, or follow her. I decided to follow her, looking at the surroundings in awe.
“This is my place, do you like it?” Miss Livingston asked as we left the hallway and entered an enormous living room with floor-to-ceiling windows and a great view of a large lake.
“It’s wonderful,” I said. Miss Livingston’s living room was sparsely but stylishly furnished, with just a white leather wrap-around couch, some end tables, and a few paintings on the wall.
“Oh, thanks,” said Miss Livingston, “I chose the place because of the view of the lake. It used to be carpeted, but I had it taken out. It was far too much trouble to clean up after a client, things can get a little messy at times. This is the room where I host my clients. These floors are much easier to clean up—plus this view is spectacular.”
She kept walking as she talked, as I looked around. I had to force my mouth closed to keep from gawking like an idiot.
“Ooh, come here!” Miss. Livingston called from the kitchen, “Let me show you the equipment.”
Equipment for what? Is she talking about King’s leash?
I followed her voice to the next room over, which was a beautiful kitchen. “I keep them in here because I always put them in the dishwasher after a session, for sanitary reasons.”
Miss Livingston pulled open the door on an enormous stainless-steel dishwasher and slid out the bottom rack, where I saw at least a dozen dildos, in different sizes, colors, and textures. There was an enormous black, shiny one that looked like it was made of some kind of hard metal. A purple rubbery one that wobbled back and forth. A flesh-colored, extremely realistic-looking one with a matching set of balls attached, and many more. Why was she showing me all her sex toys? I asked myself.
“Here, help me lay them out in the living room,” said Miss Livingston. She gathered an armful and hand them to me. “Put them on the end table, please, small to large.”
I did as I was told, lining them up on the table nearest to the hallway. It felt weird to touch someone else’s sex toys.
“Perfect,” said Miss Livingston. “Here, put this on,” she said, handing me a black mask that covered my whole head. There were only three holes in it, two for my eyes and one for my mouth. “You are not to say a word, or make a sound, do you understand?”
“Why?” I asked.
“You are a prostitute, right?”
“No,” I said. I was shocked and kind of mad.
“Did you not take money to fuck Mr. Carmichael?”
“Then that makes you a whore, like me. I have a lady coming over. She wants a girl your age. She wants you to watch her get used, plus she would like to do something with you.”
“Like what?” I asked.
Miss Livingston then handed me some money.
“Here are 175 dollars for your services. That is what your pimp told you, right? You’re going to sit on the couch and watch, for now, then she will fuck your ass, then she will piss on you. Are you up for it, Megan?”
“Yes, I guess so, ma’am.”
“Okay, good now undress, and put the mask on.”
I got naked, and then I put on the mask, Miss. Livingston had to help me get it on me. I then sat down in the middle of the couch.
“Tonight’s client is an exhibitionist. She is a teacher at a local grade school.”
Miss Livingston walked over to a closet door and pulled out a big kids’ pool. She pulled it down into the living room until it was set up in the middle of the floor, a few feet in front of the couch.
She then went back up to the closet to get a bottle of lube, and handcuffs.
“It’s all about choices,” she said, placing the lube on the end table behind the dildos. “Do you still want to do this?”
I nodded slowly. I could feel my nipples hardening.
She looked over at me and smiled. “Put your hands behind your back.” I did as I was told. She then put the handcuffs on me.
Just then, the doorbell rang. “She’s here!” Miss Livingston exclaimed gleefully.
“I’ll be back,” she said and went marching down the hallway.
I sat, naked, on the couch. I felt awkward, excited, and nervous. My nipples hardened more. I heard Miss Livingston’s heels echoing down the hallway, then I heard the door open and a female voice said very excitedly, “Is she here? Do I know her? Will she say anything to anyone?”
“Calm down, I promise you, she’ll never tell anyone. Now put this mask on, so she won’t recognize you.”
A few seconds later, I heard Miss. Livingston’s heels came back down the hall. I swallowed as the duo entered the living room.
“Mrs.,” said Miss Livingston, “this is my friend, she’s going to watch today. And if it all works out, you can do things to her.” I looked up and studied her, and to my surprise, she seemed like a completely ordinary-looking teacher. She’s not tall, or short, she was probably about five feet, four inches tall. She was a little overweight, but not too bad.
“Omg, she’s perfect, is she your slave?”
“No, not yet,” Miss Livingston’s said as she looked over at me.
Miss Livingston then held out her hand. The lady got into her purse and got out some money. “Five hundred dollars,” she said as she handed it over.
“Thank you,” Miss Livingston said. “Now, please make your selection.”
The lady knew the process. She walked over to the table with the dildos and looked at them carefully, an excited gleam in her eyes before she picked out the biggest one, the intimidating black shiny metal dildo.
“Now, I’ll be right back, so please undress and assume the position,” said Miss Livingston.
Miss Livingston went into the kitchen as the lady began stripping off her clothes. She completely ignored me until she was nude.
At first, I tried to look away, then realized how silly I was. The lady was there to get fucked, and I was being paid to watch. I turned to stare at her. Her naked body was a bit on the flabby side, but overall not bad in appearance.
She got into the kiddie pool and got onto her knees. She was only about a foot from me.
The lady was looking at me as she reached up to me, but she stopped and said; “Is it ok if I touch you?”
I nodded. She then played with my nipples as she masturbated. “I always wanted to do this to one of my students, are you in my class? Or one of the other 5th-grade classes. Do you play softball?
Miss Livingston reappeared from the kitchen. Now the little silver snap on her tight black thong made sense to me. The snap was covered up by the enormous black dildo, which had some kind of attachment that secured it to the thong. Miss Livingston had also removed her black latex bra. Her sexy feminine watermelon-shaped breasts were perfect.
The lady didn’t see Sarah entering the room.
She started breathing heavier, almost panting, as she played with my flat, nonexisting breasts.
Sarah slowly approached her from behind. Sarah slapped the lady’s ass very hard.
“Did I say you could touch her?”
“No Mistress, you didn’t, I’m sorry.”
Sarah took the dildo in her right hand and slowly traced it over the lady’s ass crack, touching her skin with just the cold metal tip. The lady sighed in pleasure.
“So, Bitch,” Sarah said, walking around her slowly, making calculated steps in her tall shiny boots. “How should we begin today?” She said as she reached her face, holding the dildo just inches away from her mouth.
She then grabbed the lady’s head and pulled it forward. As her lips closed around the dildo, the lady moaned and her hand traveled down to and into her cunt. As she sucked and licked the dildo greedily, I could see her playing with her cunt.
“Deeper, bitch. I want this dildo all the way down your throat,” Sarah commanded as she pulled her face close and then pushed it away, forcing her to take the dildo deep into her throat, choking her as she masturbated herself. After a few minutes, Sarah pulled away. “That’s enough,” she said.
“Now I’m going to fuck your fat ass hard. You need a hard, hard fucking,” said Sarah in the voice that a schoolteacher might use when disciplining a naughty child.
“Yes, I’ve been very, very bad,”
This was so very weird Mom, but I was so turned on. I knew my cunt was soaking. I wanted to be the lady at that moment. I wanted to touch myself, but I couldn’t with my hands handcuffed behind my back. I tried to rub my cunt on the couch. I kind of look like a dog humping someone’s leg.
Sarah walked over to the end table and picked up the bottle of lube. She popped open the cap and poured a generous amount onto her hand, then used her fingers to distribute it evenly over the dildo.
When Sarah was satisfied with the lube, she walked slowly back to the lady’s ass. This time, she again placed her hand on the dildo and used it to rub the tip up and down the crack of her ass, teasing her.
Her breathing was exciting. Suddenly, Sarah positioned the dildo and shoved it violently into the lady’s ass. The lady’s breasts quivered with effort, her nipples hard and flush with excitement.
I expected the lady to react in pain, but instead, her whole body shuddered in pleasure and a moan escaped from her lips.
Sarah pulled the dildo slowly out and grabbed The lady around the waist as she shoved it back in as hard as she could. “That’s right,” she cried, “you love it when I fuck you hard, you are a bad, bad girl?”
“I love it!” she screamed out as Sarah entered her again and again.
Sarah was dominating her completely. Instead of feeling humiliated, the lady was feeling pleasure. It was a release for her to give her sexual power to Sarah, and she seemed to be enjoying her role. I so wanted to be her, I was so close to an orgasm.
I could see beads of sweat forming on Sarah’s brow as she filled the lady again and again.
The lady was going to cum, I could tell. She moaned and gasped into a magnificent climax as Sarah filled her once more, pushing the hard dildo as far as she could inside of her as she climaxed.
“I know how to make you feel good, don’t I?” Sarah’s voice was more gentle this time, soothing almost. Sarah pulled the dildo slowly out of the lady’s ass and walked away slowly into the kitchen. The lady sat on her knees for a moment, catching her breath. Then, she slowly got up, picked up a small white towel that was folded up on the end table, and wiped her ass clean.
Miss Livingston came back into the living room, this time in a long white bathrobe. She’d taken off the boots and the strap-on.
“So, did you like that?” Sarah Livingston asked me as she sat down next to me on the white couch.
Sarah was sitting so close to me that I could smell the mix of perfume and light feminine sweat coming from her body. Sarah leaned in closer to me, and whispered into my ear, her hot breath making me shudder with pleasure. The whole situation was so sexy and empowering, and I felt a rush of heat in my crotch as my body responded.
“God,” Sarah whispered, “doing that just makes me so … hot. Do you feel hot, my little slut?”
Miss Livingston’s mouth was so close to my neck, and she barely had to move her head as she leaned over and bit my neck gently. I felt her gasp with longing. Miss Livingston kissed my neck, working her way to my breasts. She then licked my nipple, it felt so good. I then felt the lady sitting down on the other side of me. I heard myself gasp as the lady started to suck on my other nipple. My body wanted this. I needed this. I wanted her, I wanted them both.
Their hands traveled down to my pussy. My cunt was on fire.
The lady got up and got into her purse. She took out two one hundred dollar bills and handed them to Miss. Livingston.
“Can I have her now, please?”
“My little slut, have you ever been fucked in your ass?” Miss Livingston asked.
I shook my head no.
“Use the small dildo on her. Next time, you can go bigger.” Mrs. Livingston said.
The lady then picked me up and put me onto my knees with my head down into the kiddie pool with my ass up in the air.
She hovered above me. I heard myself moaning, wanting the lady in me. What is she waiting for?
I then felt her tongue on my cunt, traveling round and round on my most sensitive clit. I then had an orgasm, my body rocked with the earthquake of pleasure. I screamed out as the lady inserted her finger inside me, expertly rubbing me into an even harder and longer orgasm. I felt out of control. “That’s a good girl,” the lady said, as she got up and stood in front of me.
I stared up at the lady’s hot naked body.
“You look so sexy,” she said to me. “Now get over here and lick me,” she said as she laid back in the kiddie pool, pulling her legs above her head, her wet hairy pussy and ass gleaming at me. I felt a bit unsure as I approached her, but I knew that more than anything I wanted to please her.
The lady sensed my hesitation. “Come on, sexy, make me cum,” she pleaded.
I leaned in and kissed her soft pussy lips. She grabbed my head and pushed her cunt into my hooded face. “Stick out your tongue, bitch.”
I did as I was told. She moved my face up and down on her wet pussy, she even had me lick her ass. The lady held my face in her pussy as she started to come. Her juices tasted so delicious.
The lady then got up and put on the strap-on and attached the small dildo to it. Miss Livingston sat down on the couch and watched the lady putting it on.
The leather straps cupped her ass-cheeks gently. The dildo attached was small-sized and made from pink sparkly rubber. The material wasn’t as hard as the cold, metal dildo that Miss Livingston had used on the lady. It was softer, more feminine.
She stood over me and put her hand on the dildo, moving it up and down like it was her cock. She pushed me down so that my ass was up in the air again.
She then slid it inside of me. I moaned with pleasure, as the lady slid the dildo in and out of my little pussy, and I was surprised at the pleasure that she gave me.
As I moaned, the lady fucked me faster and faster, and my nipples and pussy were getting so red and engorged with blood that it was obvious that I was close to a climax.
When I came. The lady fucked me even harder, and she reached down and rubbed my erect clit as I came and came.
The lady then pulled out of my pussy and she slammed it into my ass. I screamed at the pain. She fucked me hard, it hurt a lot but after a while, I began to like it.
When she was finished, she slid the dildo out of my ass and stood up next to me in the kiddie pool.
She took off the strap-on. She then rolled me over onto my back.
The lady then took off her mask. Mom, I couldn’t believe it, it was Miss Green, my teacher.
“You promised you won’t tell anyone about what I did to you?” she said as she stood over me.
“Teri, she’s not allowed to talk, but I know she won’t tell anyone.”
“Sarah, I’ll give you a hundred dollars if I can take off her mask, I just have to know who she is.”
“Make that two hundred, Teri,”
Miss. Green quickly got into her purse and took out two one hundred dollar bills and gave them to Miss Livingston.
She then undid the mask and took it off.
“OMG, it’s you, Megan, I can’t believe it. You’ve been the nicest, sweetest girl in my class and I can’t be happier. I’m going to use you. I will use you at school and after the softball games. Of course, if that’s OK with you, Sarah, I’ll gladly pay you.”
“Megan, you would serve her as she wishes, but when she does, tell me what she does to you and I will charge her for your use.”
“What about Mr. Carmichael?” I asked.
“Don’t worry about him. I will be called him.”
“I always wanted to do this with some of my students, the fucking little brats.” Miss. Green then started to piss on me. “Open your mouth, you little cunt.”
I did as I was told. She filled my mouth with her pee. “Swallow it,” she told me, and I did.
Mom, it wasn’t all that bad, I liked it.
After she was done pissing on me, Miss. Green got up and got dressed, and she then left.
Miss Livingston took off my handcuffs, and she let me take a shower. After my shower, I put a towel around me and went back into the living room. Miss Livingston had put everything away and was sitting on the couch with King at her feet.
“So, Megan, did you have fun?”
“Yes, Miss Livingston I did, I didn’t know Miss. Green was so, so…”.
“Kinky,” Miss Livingston finished my sentence.
“Yes, ma’am kinky.”
“So are you, am I right, Megan?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Take off the towel, Megan.”
I hesitated, she then said; “Do it now bitch your body is mine,” I quickly took it off. “I had called Mr. Carmichael, and we made a deal. I bought you, so you’re mine now. You will do whatever I want. Now last week when you walked King and brought him back home, you were acting somewhat weird, and you had changed clothes. Then today I noticed some scratches on your body and I put two and two together. You fucked King, didn’t you, Megan?”
“Yes, ma’am, but it was more like he raped me.”
“Get on your hands and knees.” I did as I was told. “Megan, when you got back with him, you were smiling, so he did not rape you.” She then said to King, “Mount.”
King got up and jumped on top of me. His cock found my opening, and he fucked me in front of Miss Livingston. Miss Livingston started to take pictures of me with King. “This will make sure you won’t tell anyone, and if you do tell, everyone will know that you are a dog fucking whore.”
Mom, when I was with Mr. Carmichael I didn’t orgasm, I was more in control, but with Miss. Green, Miss Livingston, and King, I was in their control, and I was loving it. I knew then I was a submissive girl. That day, I became Miss Livingston’s golden pet. I have lost count of how many times I had licked and drank pee from Miss. Green at school.
Mom got up and sat down in her chair. “Mom, do you want me to continue telling you how I became the way I am? Or are you disgusted with me and don’t want anything to do with me? Or am I turning you on knowing that I’m a slut.
Mom, do you pee on Jessica? I know she fuck dogs like me, but would she make money for you?
Mom, I’m so fucking jealous of Jessica. Mom, I want you and dad to own me! Currently, I don’t care if Jessica is above me, I’ll be her bitch too, I’ll be your whore mom, please.”
End of part 3
And as always, the stories I write are not true, all fiction. Please let me know if you guys jerked off reading my stories. As I rub my bald pussy as I write my stories.
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