-
Lesbian Stories
-
Lesbian Female / 34
I Never Thought I Would Be PG But I Am And I'm Getting Married
As a bit of a dyke I was curious as to what guys were doing and seeing in strip joints. I wanted a table dance too. I have a work companion who promised to take me to a strip joint, but he was always busy, going out with other people, basically putting me off.
I should add that I don't come across as some hot chick, far from it. Plane Jane all the way, in my dress, form of speaking, physical presentation. Like I said above, I'm more of a dyke. One day I put on makeup, recombed my hair, put on a dress and heels and some earrings that my mother gave me and went to work. As a female that works out, has guns, strong thighs and calves, tucked chest and not from some body sculpting, my coworker asked me what I was doing. I looked ridiculous, like a guy in drag. I made my point.
Don't expect me to look like some hot chick on Saturday night, now take me to a strip joint and bring me girls will different types of chests. I'm a tit girl and I want tits. I embarrassed him enough that he promised to take me. We went on a week night, and I dressed in jeans and boots and 'masculine' shirt. But I did not fool any of the strippers, they all caught on that I was a dyke. But money is money and my coworker kept feeding them twenties and they came over and danced for me, even lowering their tits into my face.
When we left my coworker asked me if I had my fill. I told him that it wasn't at all what I expected, probably because the chicks figured out I was a dyke. He said that he thought it funny how they slapped my face with their tits, when it is totally against the rules for any touching. But now that he had seen me in action he wanted to give me dick. Down my throat, up my crotch and in my ass. How about it? Fuck you! But he didn't take no for answer and back at my place he went down on me, before fucking me. Later he insisted he wanted his dick in my mouth, but I didn't want his dick on my ass. Tough cookies, he laid me out and stuck his dick right up my anus.
Although out of character I liked being manhandled and the dick up the ass made me feel like he owned me. We went to strip joints all over town, I learned to dress more like a chick to get chick attention. He demanded action on my part when we went out and I got away without a dick up my ass, most times. But he owned my ass and he took advantage of it. In my circles I referred to him as my boyfriend, he referred to me as his dyke. All in all, I continued with my circle of friends, and some of the girls I know like a dyke girl kissing them.
After a particularly long night, he just wouldn't stay off me, he suggested we take a three day weekend, he wanted to go deep sea fishing for Marlin so we went to Cabo. Out on the boat I got sick, and vomited. Back at the hotel room, I vomited after eating. I vomited in the morning and felt like I was dying. I had to have eaten something. When we got back I went to see a doctor. His question after examining me was 'are you pregnant?' Oh God, the son of a bitch had knocked me up.
I'm sure I'm not the first dyke that's been knocked up. Nor am I the first dyke whose boyfriend laid down the law on. My hair has grown up, I stopped taking hormones, dresses don't flatter me, I wear an engagement ring, and I'm getting married. I know I'm not the first dyke to get married because she's pregnant. I just can't wear some white gown, I'm sorry.
He won't marry me in a Tuxedo, I mean me wearing a Tuxedo with him. I'm wearing this flowing dress, but no flowers in my hair, we'll be barefoot because we are getting married in Cabo around the pool at the resort where I found out I was pregnant. I've agreed to taking his name, and his bank account. His car and the furniture. When he buys me a house, I get it in my name. He knocked me up, he's paying.
I should add that I don't come across as some hot chick, far from it. Plane Jane all the way, in my dress, form of speaking, physical presentation. Like I said above, I'm more of a dyke. One day I put on makeup, recombed my hair, put on a dress and heels and some earrings that my mother gave me and went to work. As a female that works out, has guns, strong thighs and calves, tucked chest and not from some body sculpting, my coworker asked me what I was doing. I looked ridiculous, like a guy in drag. I made my point.
Don't expect me to look like some hot chick on Saturday night, now take me to a strip joint and bring me girls will different types of chests. I'm a tit girl and I want tits. I embarrassed him enough that he promised to take me. We went on a week night, and I dressed in jeans and boots and 'masculine' shirt. But I did not fool any of the strippers, they all caught on that I was a dyke. But money is money and my coworker kept feeding them twenties and they came over and danced for me, even lowering their tits into my face.
When we left my coworker asked me if I had my fill. I told him that it wasn't at all what I expected, probably because the chicks figured out I was a dyke. He said that he thought it funny how they slapped my face with their tits, when it is totally against the rules for any touching. But now that he had seen me in action he wanted to give me dick. Down my throat, up my crotch and in my ass. How about it? Fuck you! But he didn't take no for answer and back at my place he went down on me, before fucking me. Later he insisted he wanted his dick in my mouth, but I didn't want his dick on my ass. Tough cookies, he laid me out and stuck his dick right up my anus.
Although out of character I liked being manhandled and the dick up the ass made me feel like he owned me. We went to strip joints all over town, I learned to dress more like a chick to get chick attention. He demanded action on my part when we went out and I got away without a dick up my ass, most times. But he owned my ass and he took advantage of it. In my circles I referred to him as my boyfriend, he referred to me as his dyke. All in all, I continued with my circle of friends, and some of the girls I know like a dyke girl kissing them.
After a particularly long night, he just wouldn't stay off me, he suggested we take a three day weekend, he wanted to go deep sea fishing for Marlin so we went to Cabo. Out on the boat I got sick, and vomited. Back at the hotel room, I vomited after eating. I vomited in the morning and felt like I was dying. I had to have eaten something. When we got back I went to see a doctor. His question after examining me was 'are you pregnant?' Oh God, the son of a bitch had knocked me up.
I'm sure I'm not the first dyke that's been knocked up. Nor am I the first dyke whose boyfriend laid down the law on. My hair has grown up, I stopped taking hormones, dresses don't flatter me, I wear an engagement ring, and I'm getting married. I know I'm not the first dyke to get married because she's pregnant. I just can't wear some white gown, I'm sorry.
He won't marry me in a Tuxedo, I mean me wearing a Tuxedo with him. I'm wearing this flowing dress, but no flowers in my hair, we'll be barefoot because we are getting married in Cabo around the pool at the resort where I found out I was pregnant. I've agreed to taking his name, and his bank account. His car and the furniture. When he buys me a house, I get it in my name. He knocked me up, he's paying.
