1. Sam and Tilly In the Beginning


    Date: 9/6/2015, Categories: True Story, Lesbian, Violence, Author: 90lbsofDynamite, Rating: 61.1, Source: sexstories.com

    Sam and Tilly In the Beginning My Millie Dynamite The story is based on events of someone I know. There may be some stretching of the truth and there is a time compression issue on the account as well. Some have asked me specific questions that this addresses. It is about two women that find each other and find they need each other. There isn’t much sex in this story, a little violence, but then there is a little violence in life. Meet Samantha and Tilly one a stripper and the other a plain old dirty whore. There are few codes for this story – it is Lesbian Action what else would you need know? An unforgiving summer sun beat its heat down on the city. Blistering sidewalks and streets baked those brave enough to traverse the thoroughfares on foot. The heat waves rising from the roadway made strange ripples in the view and people and buildings seemed to bend and straighten when seen through the rising air. Venturing from work Sam left the gropers, perverts, drunken businessmen, and other oglers behind her. Working in a strip club you put up with a lot of crap – but Samantha didn’t stand for it was the rare stripper that didn’t the protection of a bouncer. She rode the streets on her big hog Harley and wished she hadn’t worn the helmet. She wanted to feel the hot air rush over her face. She also wished she hadn’t geared up for the ride. Her chaps and jacket protected her from the pavement in case of an accident but cooked her flesh like a pot roast. She traveled a route which ...
    she thought was a shortcut but when Sam spotted the parking lot strewn with bikes, pickup trucks, and luxury cars alike she just had to check out the place. Maybe she would see some lovely little girl or a good looking guy that wanted to be abused that night. Entering the bar, her eyes struggled to adjust to the dim lighting. Even so, this atmosphere was her home. Sam worked in a place not so different to this, only she danced nude there. Holding her leather jacket in one hand and her helmet in another she sauntered up to the bar, “Barkeep, any place safe to store this stuff?” “Yea, sure, I’ll take it and keep them safe, chaps to if you want.” Sam handed the man the gear then took off the chaps. He looked appreciatively at her tall, muscled body. Marveled at her tight ass covered by the thinnest of material and shortest of black shorts. He ached to see the small breasts and six pack tummy which were covered only with a black ribbed T that clung to her like a second skin. Sam aware of his rubbernecking handed him the chaps, “I don’t like boys.” “What can I get you?” he ask ducking his eyes away from her. The air of danger hung thick around the woman, he had the distinct impression she could and would hurt him. While he wouldn’t like, that several in the bar would love it. He shot her a tentative glance back at her piercing blue eyes. “A draft and a shot of Jack,” she drank in the atmosphere of the bar. Bikers, rednecks, and sophisticated talked in their clicks. In the corner ...
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