1. Mistletoe, Candy Canes & a Lesbian


    Date: 1/22/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Domination/submission, Female Domination, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 92, Source: sexstories.com

    Mistletoe, Candy Canes & a Lesbian Summary: Frigid MILF turned by one of her husband’s young employees. Note 1: This story is dedicated to DAVE who requested it for his wife. Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991, goamz86 and LeAnn for editing this story. Mistletoe, Candy Canes & a Lesbian “You haven't had sex in over a year!” I asked my colleague Dave, stunned by his admission a moment ago. He shook his head as he took another swig of his beer at the pub where we hung out after work, Dave and I the last two remaining. “It wasn't always like this.” “But she is still ridiculously attractive,” I pointed out, “and you are not bad yourself if I was into men.” “Good to know I’m attractive to the lesbians,” he joked, finishing his fifth beer. “What happened?” I asked, my head already spinning with the thoughts of the challenge of making a frigid woman my sex slave. “That is one of the great mysteries of the world,” he sighed, clearly very frustrated at his long sexual drought. “Was she always a prude?” I asked, digging deeper for more intel on my next prey. “God no,” he said, “although I was her first and only.” “She has only fucked just you?” I asked, not able to fathom such a concept. I was 99% lesbian, but I still had fucked more than one guy. “Yeah,” he nodded, as he ordered another beer. “Was she always so timid?” I asked, curious about a woman who only had been with one man. She was clearly prime material for my lesbian seductive wiles. “No, but I don't think I should get into the ...
    details,” he said, although I knew men, and he was dying to talk about it. “Oh, come on, I am not some guy you are bullshittng with,” I challenged, knowing exactly how to manipulate him. “You won't tell anyone?” He asked. I thought to myself 'you already have told me way too much', but instead I said, smiling sweetly, “Who am I going to tell?” “You need to know she came from a very strict upbringing and although at first she was timid and insecure, once she opened up...” he explained, his face spreading into a wide grin. I teased, “Both literally and figuratively.” He laughed, “I suppose so. Anyway, she really loved it doggy style and for such a reserved girl, she could get pretty vocal. But the best thing was, she was a gymnast in high school and although she is tiny, just over five feet, she is very flexible. Nothing was better than watching her facial expressions, the quiver of her lips and hearing her loud moans as her heels were behind her head. Yet....” He paused and I probed deeper, even though I already knew what he was going to say, she was obviously a prototype of a woman torn between the intense pleasure sex brings when she lets go and the shame that comes from not being in control. “Yet, what?” “Yet as soon as she, um,” he struggled for the right words to say in front of a colleague. “After she came,” I finished for him. “Yeah, after she came,” he agreed, “she would feel dirty and guilty and then we wouldn't get that intimate again for a long time, usually only with a ...
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