By this point, Pamela was willing to follow
any suggestion Victoria made as a command. The
night had unfolded so differently than how she had
imagined it would. Her take on Victoria had been
all wrong. Pamela wasn’t totally ignorant, at least
not as much as most people took her for. It had
never been that she was the cliché dumb blond.
She had brains when she made the effort to use
them. Unfortunately, she learned that it was less
effort to let men take care of her instead.
The younger woman was also greatly
surprised by Victoria’s demeanor. After leaving
the office Monday, she began to do some research
to help her make up her mind. It wasn’t often that
she used her natural intelligence but when she did,
she didn’t do such a bad job.
Reading a bunch of articles she
downloaded on one of the computers at the public
library, she discovered there was almost as many
types of lesbians as there were straight women.
This came as a great surprise as she’d believed up
to this point that most lesbians were ugly women
who couldn’t get a man. That was why she was
so surprised to discover that Victoria was gay.
She didn’t fit her preconceived image.
She was, Pamela did conclude, what they
called a dominant. But before she could really
research that more, her time on the machine was
up and an impatient middle aged man waiting for
his turn was quick to point it out. When the man
saw the topic of all the printouts Pam had made,
he gave her a really nasty look. A look that left
her so upset that she didn’t stay around to wait for
another terminal to become free.
Pamela had expected Victoria to act like
some sort of drill sergeant, giving orders and
commanding her to please her. Instead, she had
seduced her, made her want to do the things she
wanted. Her manner had been firm, but never
forceful.
As Victoria turned and twisted her body
the other way, Pamela immediately realized they
were moving into a classic sixty-nine. Only this
time, instead of having a man’s cock resting
between the legs of the person next to her, it was
Victoria’s hairless mound.
A warm flush filled Pamela as she felt
Victoria pick up right where she left off in the
living room. The fervency of the older woman’s
tongue made her want to try to emulate her. She
ran her hand across Victoria’s mound, sliding her
finger inside her as if it were her own. Ever so
sensitive to another’s touch, Victoria reacted to
the gentle entry with a quiet murmur.
Pamela followed her finger with her
tongue, running it up and down exposed pinkness,
hesitantly sampling the fruits of a woman. It was,
she quickly decided, not the horror she’d heard
some men describe. It was different, but far easier
to take than the first time a man had come in her
mouth.
Her initial curiosity now satisfied, Pamela
began to work at her prize with more enthusiasm.
With the delights Victoria’s ministrations were
producing in her own body as a guide to what was
possible, Pam used both her fingers and mouth to
try and return the favor.
Stretched out in the opposite direction,
Victoria was enjoying both the enchantments of
Pamela’s pussy as well as the neophyte’s attempts
to please her. The blond wasn’t a natural born
pussy eater, despite her vast experience with men.
Then again, Victoria hadn’t expected her to be. It
was enough to just have her try. There would be
plenty of time to teach her later, and she had
always been a patient teacher.
Their mutual cunnilingus went on for
another quarter-hour. By that time Victoria
decided they were ready to move onto what she
had planned next. Pamela was already showing
signs of improvement in her technique. A good
portent for the future.
“Are you enjoying yourself?’ Victoria
asked as she moved up next to Pamela and
stroked her breasts.
“Oh yes I am.” came her reply.
“As much as you would with a man?”
Victoria asked further.
“Well,..” Pamela said as she ran her one
hand across Victoria’s breast. “It’s different,
that’s for sure.”
“But missing something ...” Victoria
added for her.
Pamela seemed hesitant to answer.
“I won’t be offended, dear,” the older
woman smiled. “It’s a common reaction of
women who’ve only been with men before.”
“I’m sure I’ll grow to enjoy it more.” Pam
said, her tone a mixture of hope and apology.
“Sweetheart, you’re not a prisoner here,”
Victoria said, still stroking her breasts. “You can
leave anytime. I’ll admit that I might have come
on a little strong the other day, but that was
because I’m so attracted to you. I do like to be in
control, I admit that, but I also want my partner to
enjoy herself as well. Can you tell me that you
haven’t?”
“No, I mean yes I’ve enjoyed myself.”
“I know you called Blair Scott to see if
that job offer was really on the level,” Victoria
went on. “And I’m glad you did. It’s important
for you to know that I’m not lying to you the way
Paul Ryan and so many others have in the past. If
I promise you something, you can count on it.”
“I’m beginning to see that.” Pamela
answered.
“So do you want to stay or go?” Victoria
asked. “Either way, anything I’ve promised still
stands.”
Pamela thought about the choice for a few
moments and then asked an unexpected question.
“What would you do in my place?”
“I guess you expect me to say that you
should stay and be my love slave,” Victoria
laughed. “But that would be too easy an answer.
If I were you, I think I’d decide what is the best
for me. What have I made of my life so far and
how do I set it straight? Do I take her offer and
share her bed every now and then, and when I’m
not there, learn what I can. Or do I put it all
behind me and start over somewhere else.”
“So what do you do?” Pamela Jean
repeated.
“Well, keeping with our earlier desire to be
frank with each other,” Victoria went on. “I’d
say that if you started over in some lower level
position somewhere else, you’d find another Paul
Ryan in your life within six months. Left on your
own, it’ll be too easy for you not too. You lack
discipline in your life. I know because there was a
time when I did too.”
“So if I did stay here, and be your Pamela
time lover, you’d control my life.” she said to the
older woman.
“To a point, and only to a point. I have no
hold on you other than your desire to be with me
and take whatever I can give you. I won’t even
promise you that tomorrow night there might not
be another woman laying right were you are now.
Just like I don’t expect you to promise me that
you won’t sleep with anyone else either.”
“Even men?” Pamela asked.
“Even men,” Victoria answered.
“Though I hope you would do better than the
likes of Paul Ryan. Realize this, and remember it
well. Right now, even if you don’t recognize it as
such, you are the one with the power. Power
enough for me to want to take the time to educate
you in return for your company. I might be older
but trust me, I have no problem filling my bed
with young women. But if it’s you I want, then I
have to pay the price you want to keep you.
There will come a day when one or both of us will
no longer need the other, that usually happens in
any arrangement like this. The important thing is
that you make the most of it while it lasts, and
come out of it with more than when you went in.”
“I guess I’ll stay then,” Pamela decided.
“And see what I can learn both in and out of bed.”
she laughed.
“Well I think I have a lot to teach you in
both areas.” Victoria said as she kissed Pam and
then started to move off the bed.
“You’re leaving?” Pamela said in surprise.
“I’ll be right back,” Victoria promised. “I
have something that I’m pretty sure you’re going
to enjoy.”
“Well you haven’t been wrong yet, that’s
for sure.” Pamela Jean said, but not loud enough
for Victoria to easily hear.
Victoria disappeared into the large walk in
closet for a few minutes, only to reappear wearing
a dark red sarong. The single piece wrap around
now covered from her breasts to her knees.
Without comment, she rejoined Pamela on the
bed.
Pamela started to phrase a question but
Victoria stopped her by raising her hand. She
then took that hand and reached for Pam’s. Once
it was in her grasp, she guided it to the opened
fold of her sarong.
“Is that what was missing?” Victoria
asked as she left Pam’s hand between her legs.
Now on her own, the younger woman was
quick to unwrap Victoria like a Christmas present.
She couldn’t wait to see what she had just felt.
“Damn!” Pamela called out as she pulled
aside the thin material and exposed the thick
nine-inch strapon hanging from a harness. “It
almost looks real.”
The reason it looked so real, Victoria
explained while Pamela admired it, was that she
had ordered it from a company that made them
from actual molds of real cocks. The result was a
rubber facsimile, complete right down to the veins
and hanging balls.
Pamela was about to say that you mean
there’s a guy walking around out there with a
cock like that and I haven’t met him, but then
thought better of it.
“I really don’t go in for things like this
myself,” Victoria said, “But I have some friends
who like toys. And as I said, I like my partners to
enjoy themselves.”
Pamela started to reach for the new toy,
then hesitated.
“May I?” she asked, remembering that
Victoria liked to be in control.
“Of course.” she grinned in reply.
Pamela crawled across the bed and took
Victoria's "cock" into her mouth. Slowly she slid
it deep inside her mouth, covering it with saliva.
Running her tongue up and down the length, she
treated it as if it were real. Watching her devour
the make believe cock, Victoria was sure that if
she was a man she would be begging for more.
She let Pamela suck it a while longer, both
for the physiological enjoyment she was getting as
well as the way she was lubricating it with her
saliva. Finally she pulled the rubber phallic from
the blonde’s mouth. Pamela only let go with
reluctance.
“Get down on your belly.” Victoria said
as she moved to give Pamela more room.
As Victoria adjusted the straps, Pamela
assumed a doggy position in front of her. It was
the submissive streak that she had observed in
Pam that had first attracted the older woman to
her. Watching her offer her pussy up to her sent a
surging rush of excitement through Victoria.
Moving up against her, the brunette
pushed her fingers down between Pamela's legs
and up into her already lubricated pussy. She
pushed all five fingers in, stretching the opening.
"Oooo" moaned Pamela as she felt the
initial intrusion.
Victoria pressed her naked body up
against the back of Pamela's own. She lifted her
hanging cock and positioned the head against the
now saturated tunnel.
"Spread those beautiful legs, honey,"
Victoria leaned over and whispered into Pamela's
ear as she nibbled at it. "Cause you're about to
find out you don’t need a man if all you want to
do is get fucked." she added with a kiss.
With that she began rubbing the round tip
of her cock up and down the length of Pamela's
pussy, lubing it up even more, before taking a firm
grip and pushing it within her.
"Aaaaa!" Pamela yelled as she felt herself
being penetrated. She had never had a man this
large inside of her.
"Relax." Victoria said as she eased the
dildo out a little, before pushing it back in twice
the depth of her first attempt.
Victoria reached around and rubbed her
fingers against Pamela's clit. When she did use the
strap-on, doggy style was her favorite position. It
gave her such a feeling of control. Her frantic
motions against the small nub at the top of
Pamela's cunt helped distract her from the initial
pain as Victoria began to thrust deeper within her
with an ever-increasing frequency.
Gradually, the pain lessened and gave way
to an increasing pleasure. Even through the
artificial cock, Victoria could feel the walls of
Pamela's cunt grabbing hold of her as she thrusted
inside her one more time.
"You love this, don't you?" Victoria asked
between thrusts as she grabbed both of the taller
woman's hips and pulled her ass hard against her.
“Being the slut, giving yourself up to someone
else’s control.”
"Oh yes," Pamela panted as she began to
match Victoria's rhythm and draw the dildo deeper
inside her.
Victoria slid her free hand up and down
Pamela's body as she continued to fuck her with
ever increasing ferocity. Her fingers closed tight
against her breasts as she used then to pull Pamela
against her time after time. Victoria always got off
fucking other women more than she ever
admitted. Being on top this way was always such
a rush.
Victoria pushed Pamela's head and
shoulders down across the oversized pillows,
giving her greater access to the depths of her
pussy. The constant rubbing against her own love
button was sending her into pre-orgasmic fits as
well. Hot sweat covered each of their bodies as
both shook with the energy and passion of
unrestricted sex.
Totally lost in the fury of her passion,
Victoria grabbed Pamela's long hair and pulled her
head back. With a fierce fire in her eyes, Victoria
pressed her lips hard against the helpless woman
beneath her. The taste of their tongues as they
intertwined was enough to push her to within an
inch of the abyss.
"Deeper," Pamela gasped as Victoria's
tongue slid out of her mouth. “Harder!
Try as she could, it would've been
physically impossible for Victoria to get any more
inside Pamela. At least in the position they were
in.
"Roll over!" Victoria commanded as she
pulled the dildo all the way out. "On your back!"
Not even giving Pamela time to comply,
the older woman pushed her onto her back. She
followed a moment later and rammed the large
rubber cock between her outstretched legs.
Pamela screamed in ecstasy as Victoria
drove the dildo it's full length within her.
Victoria's smaller mounds pressed hard against
Pamela's globes, causing an electric tingling as
their nipples touched.
Burying her temporary manhood deep
inside her new lover, Victoria's body quaked in
anticipation of the explosion she knew was
imminent. Beneath her, Pamela was lost in a
similar state.
Continuing to pump away with all of her
strength, Victoria was taken by surprise when
Pamela reached up with her legs and wrapped
them around her buttocks, allowing her to
penetrate to an even greater depth. Her arms also
wrapped around her, binding them together in an
unbreakable lock.
"Fuck me!" Pamela screamed at the top of
her lungs. A cry so loud that for a moment
Victoria wondered it she could be heard by the
people in the apartment next store. If so, so what.
She’d heard even stranger things come between
the walls some nights.
One final thrust was enough to unleash the
explosion that had been building within the two of
them. Both bodies jerked violently as they were
consumed by the bodyquake that ripped through
each of them.
Pamela drove her nails deep into Victoria's
back as an orgasmic paralysis gripped her.
Victoria continued to plummet the captive pussy
that was pressed so tightly against her own. Until
she too was gripped by that same loss of control.
Their journey of sexual bliss was both
instantaneous and timeless. Rivers of joy caressed
their quivering forms. Soft, quiet moans filled the
air as hearts raced uncontrolled. Moans that
continued until they both collapsed exhausted.
"Oh God, that was so fantastic!'' Pamela
said as she sat up and leaned against Victoria's
sweaty naked form. "I can't believe how much fun
that was."
"I thought you'd like it." Victoria said as
she ran her finger along the length of her toycock
and then brought the now wet digit up to her
mouth.
"Mmmm," she purred as she licked her
finger clean.
“I’m so glad I stayed,” Pamela said as she
stretched out on the bed and closed her eyes.
“But I’m so tired now, I feel like I could sleep for
a week.”
“Well I don’t know about a week,”
Victoria said as she undid the straps around her
waist and slid up against Pamela, wrapping her
arms around her. “But we do have at least the
weekend.”
But Pamela didn’t hear as she was already
succumbing to the weariness in her body. She
would sleep for hours, dreaming of the new world
that had just been opened to her. Her last thought
before sleep overtook her was that she hoped she
didn’t throw out that receipt for the panties. The
one with the phone number on the back.