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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 37
Not PC But I Turned A New Leaf For A Man
I an a 37 year old lesbian currently living in a housewife role with a divorced 46 year old man. A short background I became very politically active in Seattle during college and moved to Oakland where I continued my activist involvement with all things lesbian. I also hunted for young lesbians, never being able to be satisfied with any of them. I hurt several girls, a couple badly. I realized after a while that it was the hunt and the conquest and I had no real interest in having a relationship with any of them. I burnt out. And decided I needed a period of celibacy to get my shit together.
I decided to take some time off from the noise and moved to a small town in Iowa and got a job as a waitress and rented a one room garage apartment from this same divorced man. I worked the evening shift at the diner and kept myself celibate. Not that there were any prospects around in the town, where girls married early and had kids before they were twenty.
One night, and it had to be one night, my landlord came up and walked in without knocking. He told me I was the closest woman around and he needed some affection and he would give me half the rent off if I let him fuck me. His eyes told me that If I didn't let him fuck me, he would fuck me anyway and I wouldn't get any rent knocked off. He came up to the room to fuck me. I could see it, feel it, knew it. He shoved me back onto the bed and told me he liked it better when the woman fought, then he slapped me. I felt what he felt right then, I had been that aggressive many times with girls who didn't really know what was coming. I lay back and opened my legs and told him he could fuck me all he wanted but I wasn't going to fight him. Right then I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted him to pull my pants and panties off, I wanted him to tear my shirt off, I had never wanted to be fucked before but right then I wanted to get fucked.
I showed him my tits, nothing to brag about but tits are tits, and kept my legs open and asked him if his dick was hard enough to fuck right through jeans, because I wasn't going to take off my pants. I didn't fight him, I let him work at getting my pants unbuttoned and pull them off and pull off my panties and laid back with my hairy unshaved pussy open for him. Did he like that? A hairy open crack? Is that what he liked?
His dick was hard and he went through me like a hot knife through butter. I suppose I was wet. I fought him kissing me, so he held my face and stuck his tongue in my mouth and I spit at him, he slapped me again and he came right then. He couldn't even fuck me right. I laid back with my legs still open, my hairy pussy in his face. Let him look, is that what he wanted? I turned over and told him to kiss my ass. I got my ass slapped instead.
He left and went back into his house. I lay naked on the bed for most of the night, with my legs still open. It wasn't that bad, I could have used some more hurt. But it was what it was. I slept and woke at sunrise because I hadn't closed the blinds and decided to go down and fix breakfast for him before he went to work, I pulled on a short blouse, no bra and no pants or panties and went down and told him I was taking over the house and from then on I was going to maid for him and clean his toilet. I made him bacon and eggs and coffee and after he went to work I cleaned his house and did the laundry. I went back up the apartment to shower and I shaved myself clean so he would have a clean shaven pussy to look at and got dressed and went to work.
After work that night I went straight to his house, sucked his dick and pulled my pants down and bent over and told him I wanted him to fuck me and not be nice. I got a pair of wild spanks across the ass and he fucked me over the sink. After he was done I washed his dishes and cleaned up the kitchen and went upstairs to sleep.
For all his bluster he couldn't hurt me, he started fucking me holding me face to face and fucking me slowly no matter how hard I kicked. I wanted it like the first night, not like that. I cleaned his house, fixed him breakfast every morning, left dinner for him to heat and when I got home cleaned his dishes and left everything set up for the morning. He liked having me serve him naked and slapping his face with my tits, bending over so he could see it all, shaved and clean so he could stick his tongue or finger in. But as far as hurting me he didn't.
I got pregnant, on purpose. When it came time to naming my girl I chose a very conventional name, A very feminine name, and dressed her in pink and ribbons and bows. I cleaned and cooked and kept house and since I had the baby he kept me home and insisted I give tit to the baby until she was just to big to keep nursing. I wore dresses without any underwear, kept myself nice and neat gave him all the pussy he wanted, the more the better. I learned how to suck him off, and I was ready at the drop of a hat. But it went from fucking over the sink to fucking missionary on the bed and sucking him off to sleep. I stayed pent up most of the time, I didn't think once of a girl, not once.
I am 37 now, my girl is 5 and I have been living and cooking and cleaning for him for six years, since that night when he came up to see me. I was the only woman close that night and he was the only man close that night. I suppose that I act out my fantasies in my mind of being hurt and be dragged out by the hair into the street and fucked and left on the side of the road. In my real life I sit with him at night and watch some television, make sure my little girl is tucked up nice and sweet and wait for him without any panties on. He does like to fuck, I don't think I could take it if he didn't. I need to feel his dick inside me. I have nightmares sometimes of him getting tired of me and getting rid of me.
I decided to take some time off from the noise and moved to a small town in Iowa and got a job as a waitress and rented a one room garage apartment from this same divorced man. I worked the evening shift at the diner and kept myself celibate. Not that there were any prospects around in the town, where girls married early and had kids before they were twenty.
One night, and it had to be one night, my landlord came up and walked in without knocking. He told me I was the closest woman around and he needed some affection and he would give me half the rent off if I let him fuck me. His eyes told me that If I didn't let him fuck me, he would fuck me anyway and I wouldn't get any rent knocked off. He came up to the room to fuck me. I could see it, feel it, knew it. He shoved me back onto the bed and told me he liked it better when the woman fought, then he slapped me. I felt what he felt right then, I had been that aggressive many times with girls who didn't really know what was coming. I lay back and opened my legs and told him he could fuck me all he wanted but I wasn't going to fight him. Right then I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted him to pull my pants and panties off, I wanted him to tear my shirt off, I had never wanted to be fucked before but right then I wanted to get fucked.
I showed him my tits, nothing to brag about but tits are tits, and kept my legs open and asked him if his dick was hard enough to fuck right through jeans, because I wasn't going to take off my pants. I didn't fight him, I let him work at getting my pants unbuttoned and pull them off and pull off my panties and laid back with my hairy unshaved pussy open for him. Did he like that? A hairy open crack? Is that what he liked?
His dick was hard and he went through me like a hot knife through butter. I suppose I was wet. I fought him kissing me, so he held my face and stuck his tongue in my mouth and I spit at him, he slapped me again and he came right then. He couldn't even fuck me right. I laid back with my legs still open, my hairy pussy in his face. Let him look, is that what he wanted? I turned over and told him to kiss my ass. I got my ass slapped instead.
He left and went back into his house. I lay naked on the bed for most of the night, with my legs still open. It wasn't that bad, I could have used some more hurt. But it was what it was. I slept and woke at sunrise because I hadn't closed the blinds and decided to go down and fix breakfast for him before he went to work, I pulled on a short blouse, no bra and no pants or panties and went down and told him I was taking over the house and from then on I was going to maid for him and clean his toilet. I made him bacon and eggs and coffee and after he went to work I cleaned his house and did the laundry. I went back up the apartment to shower and I shaved myself clean so he would have a clean shaven pussy to look at and got dressed and went to work.
After work that night I went straight to his house, sucked his dick and pulled my pants down and bent over and told him I wanted him to fuck me and not be nice. I got a pair of wild spanks across the ass and he fucked me over the sink. After he was done I washed his dishes and cleaned up the kitchen and went upstairs to sleep.
For all his bluster he couldn't hurt me, he started fucking me holding me face to face and fucking me slowly no matter how hard I kicked. I wanted it like the first night, not like that. I cleaned his house, fixed him breakfast every morning, left dinner for him to heat and when I got home cleaned his dishes and left everything set up for the morning. He liked having me serve him naked and slapping his face with my tits, bending over so he could see it all, shaved and clean so he could stick his tongue or finger in. But as far as hurting me he didn't.
I got pregnant, on purpose. When it came time to naming my girl I chose a very conventional name, A very feminine name, and dressed her in pink and ribbons and bows. I cleaned and cooked and kept house and since I had the baby he kept me home and insisted I give tit to the baby until she was just to big to keep nursing. I wore dresses without any underwear, kept myself nice and neat gave him all the pussy he wanted, the more the better. I learned how to suck him off, and I was ready at the drop of a hat. But it went from fucking over the sink to fucking missionary on the bed and sucking him off to sleep. I stayed pent up most of the time, I didn't think once of a girl, not once.
I am 37 now, my girl is 5 and I have been living and cooking and cleaning for him for six years, since that night when he came up to see me. I was the only woman close that night and he was the only man close that night. I suppose that I act out my fantasies in my mind of being hurt and be dragged out by the hair into the street and fucked and left on the side of the road. In my real life I sit with him at night and watch some television, make sure my little girl is tucked up nice and sweet and wait for him without any panties on. He does like to fuck, I don't think I could take it if he didn't. I need to feel his dick inside me. I have nightmares sometimes of him getting tired of me and getting rid of me.
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